Hi. So I feel really bad for not updating any of my stuff. Since like, April. And it's July. But school's been really busy, we've had exams, I got TWO Bs in English *le faints* and that kind of knocked the stuffing out of me for a bit. But it's the holidays now, I have two new pairs of shoes, and two skirts that would make Quinn Fabray green with jealousy, and unfortunately, a double sleep over beginning in a few hours time. I won't be able to update, even though my shopping trip has filled me with a renewed sense of life, so here is a great time to introduce my guilt story! Its half finished, and really bad because I wasn't so good back then, but I'll update whenever, there's 16 chapters and I can put whatever I want in it, because it's not so uptight like my other stories. Enjoy!

FRIENDS IN THE BIG BLUE BOX READERS, PLEASE READ THIS FIRST!
I wrote this before FITBBB, and then wanted to use Adele, so I ditched this. Its a different story, but the same Adele, so, here y'are!

Lunchbreaks, have meant lots of different things to Adele Harman over the years. They once meant being pelted with balled up sandwiches, and teased by the other children, then they meant hiding out in the library, then fending off the advances of boys who never paid her much attention before they realised how pretty she was, then sitting in a spare-room at Torchwood Cardiff where she was 'out of the way', building sonic technology, then dodging balled up bits of Owen's pizza, then hiding in archives in Torchwood one, while the man she fancied sat in the main offices of her department, with his girlfriend sitting in his lap, which was totally inappropriate (though she'd drop that opinion if she was given the opportunity to sit in his lap). But now, lunchbreaks meant snuggling on the couch in Torchwood three, with a wonderful boyfriend, being taunted by Owen, chatting to Tosh, being ignored by Gwen, and doted on by her father. This lunchbreak in particular, she rested her head on her boyfriend's shoulder, closed her eyes, and thought of how this came to be...

2008

Jack sighed as he slurped at the whisky clutched in his hand, gazing at the photo of Adele which resided in the place of honour on his desk. He thought back to when this whole thing began...

A QUICK DETOUR TO 1983...

Jack strolled across the pier looming over Cardiff bay, one hand running through his hair. He's done it to blend in, but he felt like he stood out like a solar beacon. The first thing he was going to do when he found the TARDIS again, was get a pair of scissors, and lop off the mullet. He could just imagine Rose's face when she saw his hair... and the Doctor's comment when he saw the moustache. If he ever found the TARDIS that is. He's given up hope, after so many years. Almost one hundred. One hundred. Kiss then kill, kiss then kill. Wading through drunken people celebrating the new year, his hands stuck deep in his pockets, his face downcast, was how he was when he bumped into a young woman, knocking her down. He swooped down to catch her before she hit the wooden pier, and instead of the Hollywood kiss/unbelievable amount of sexual tension, he was hit with a blast of vodka lining the woman's breath.

"Hey there 'andsome!" she slurred in a thick cockney accent. He heard an explosion of giggling, and looked up to see a group of equally intoxicated women, clearly the girl's friends.

"Will ya look at tha'!" One of them cried with a similar accent to the woman's in his arms. University students visiting Cardiff for new year's, drunk as anything. "Janet's found 'erself a fancy man, she 'has!" Jack groaned internally groaned as he helped the woman stand up, she responded by clinging with all her might onto the lapels of his greatcoat.

"You saved me!" she mumbled in a romantic (drunken) voice. "I coulda' died, but you saved me, you did 'andsome. 'Ow can I ever repay you?" Trying to ignore the drunken seduction (he was quite out of character tonight), he looked up to her friends.

"Can you get... Janet was it? Well can you get her home alright?" He asked. He was met a sea of giggles once more, but found himself being swept off to a picnic table, and having the nose of a vodka bottle shoved roughly in his mouth.

2008

And then he thought back to what happened afterwards. The drinking, and drinking, and drinking, and drinking, and drinking, and drinking, and drinking, and drinking, the adult activities which followed, the news Janet broke to him a month later, the eight whole months of being yelled at by a very angry Mr and Mrs Drunken woman, demanding to know why he wouldn't marry their daughter, the anxious wait in the hospital, and finally naming the baby Adele Rose Harman. The Harman was from her mother, as was the Adele (no idea how that happened) and the Rose was all she had from Jack. For now. The mother and daughter lived in London. Jack would visit once a month, and always come visit the child every September for her birthday. Janet and Adele moved to Leadworth, a small English village where Janet's hairdressing career could excel. It was now that his daughter's world exploded. Literally, in some cases.

1991

Jack opened the side gate, and strolled through to the backyard, where he could hear the sounds of people. He was met with the sight of a cubby house, and a woman sitting outside on a children sized cafe table (complete with umbrella), waiting for the children playing within to come out.

"Donna!" he cried happily, giving her a cheeky smack on the lips.

"Oi! Watch it Harkness!" Donna Noble, Adele's godmother and Janet's close friend cried, although her expression betrayed that she really had no problem with this man(who was not her boyfriend) kissing her.

"DADDY!" squealed the small girl in the door of the cubby-house.

"There's my little girl!" he called back, joyously, before crossing the distance between the table and his daughter in three large strides, picking her up and twirling her around. "Happy Birthday gorgeous!" he said, setting her down, and handing her the large bundle, which was wrapped in pink birthday paper, and watching her run over to 'Auntie Donna' in excitement.

"Adele?" Came a small timid voice from the cubby house. Jack peered through the door, crouching down to see in. At the 'dining table' sat a small boy, who screamed 'I'm adorable, hug me!', with a bowl of air soup in front of him. He jumped back violently when he saw Jack.

"Hey there kid, I'm Jack, Adele's Dad. What's your name?"

"RORY!" screeched Adele from the garden, "Rory, come over here!" Jack jumped out of the doorway as the small boy scrambled out of his chair, and hurried over to Adele. A beautifully crafted Princess-dress sat carefully folded on the wrapping, while Adele un-wrapped a set of walkie-talkies from their packaging.

"Rory, this is my Dad, Dad this is-"

"Rory." Jack finished for her. She looked up at him, puzzled.

"How did you know?" she asked, puzzled. Jack shrugged, but shot a wink at Donna, who was stifling giggles. Suddenly, Adele threw herself at her father, knocking the wind out of him, her head only just reaching his torso.

"Thanks Dad." She whispered, before pulling away, handing a walkie-talkie to Rory, and both the children ran around the corner, shouting excitedly.

"OI, WHAT ABOUT MY TEA?" Donna shouted after them, winking at Jack, who sat down on the other small chair, the red and white striped umbrella bopping him on the head on the way down, making Donna giggle.

"So, Miss Noble, what've you been up to recently?" She rolled her eyes, then placed a finger on her chin, and pretended to be thinking.

"Well, I have been through nine jobs, three boyfriends, six tantrums from my mother, and as you can see, I'm sittin' here playing pretend cafe, wearing a Gucci knock-off. So in other words, same shit, different day." Jack burst into a throaty chuckle.

"Ah, but those cannot be your words, fine woman, for they are those of a well known and respected philosopher, your views on life, my fair lady, are but stolen!" Donna snorted in laughter, then turned her head to the side, watching a sparrow hop its way through the garden, trying to hide a blush which was creeping up her neck.

"You could always come work with us you know." He offered quietly after a moment. She sighed deeply.

"We've been through this Jack! You know how temping the money is to me, but I could never leave my parents, or Gramps, and that would mean I'd be even further away from this little darling!"

"We could set you up with our branch in London." But to his surprise, she shook her head vigorously.

"I always assumed you were a man of your word, Jack Harkness!"

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"You promised me, when I first met Micheal Jackson gone wrong," She began, and Jack shuddering as he remembered her encounter with the weevil where she was almost killed. "That you would be there for me, and help me... understand all this... Alien, magic, voodoo stuff." She continued, like the whole thing was that obvious. "If I worked there, I'd understand without you!" Jack nodded, and hung his head, inspecting his boots. He wanted to help Donna, but she was making it difficult. Actually, in all honesty, he wanted her to come to Cardiff, bring Adele along... like a nice happy domestic family. Doctor, eat your heart out.

"Donna, I'm only trying to- oh goddamit no!" he began speaking, but ended in a dramatic wail, as his phone beeped. He pulled out the awful chunky top-of-the-range model, and read the primitive text message. He groaned loudly, before leaning over the table, and pecking her on the lips. She slapped his gently on the shoulder, but said nothing.

"I gotta go... work." He said glumly, standing up, and bopping himself on the head with the umbrella again. "Seeya." He muttered, and strode around to the side of the house, leaving the confused, and somewhat flustered Donna in his wake.

"Adele?" he called gingerly, peeping around the building. Suddenly Rory flung himself out of the shrubbery, with a bandana tied around his head, a walkie talkie in his pocket, and a stick acting as a sword in his hand. Adele followed after, in similar attire. Jack bent down, and scooped her up in a hug, crushing her small from to his chest.

"I'm really sorry sweet heart, but I've got to go." He mumbled in her ear. She instantly pulled away, her chin wobbling. "Hey!" he said in mock stern-ness, grasping her chin between thumb and forefinger. "Let's have none of that now! You be a good girl, and look after your Mom, and I'll see you soon darling." And he crushed her in a hug once more.

"Bye Dad." She whispered in his ear, and hugged him tightly. Finally he released her and turned to Rory. "You look after my little princess then, GI Joe."

Rory nodded vigorously.

"Actually sir," he mumbled respectably. "She looks after me. Saves me from the bullies." Jack chuckled, and nodded approvingly.

"That's my girl. I'll see you two next month then!" he cried in forced cheerfulness, standing up, then walking briskly around the corner, patting Donna on the shoulder as he passed, forcing himself not to turn around, walk back, and be served imaginary tea by his beloved daughter. He really ought to have spent as much time with Alice as possible, but now the difference between his two offspring was clear. One loved him back.