Torchwood: outside the government, beyond the police. Fighting for the future on behalf of

the human race. The21st Century is when everything changes - and Torchwood is ready.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Torchwood characters or the concept of the show obviously.

Background: In this fanfic I am bringing back The Doctor's "Daughter." She never died in this she regenerated and fell through the rift of space and time. Further more she is no longer a ditzy blond, because that was screwed up. The doctor is no ditz. I am open to new name suggestions for now her name is The Doctor, because she doesn't have a good solid name and later she will have a name when Torchwood creates her and identity. This form of her has curly black hair with bright blue eyes and rich tan skin. She does have the power to regenerate as she dies. But with out dying she will continue to get older. On her death bed she will regenerate back into a young cute thing. Thanks for reading.

Chapter 1 P.O.V Captain Jack Harkness

Really?

July 22, 1662. I am still unable to locate my target, every time I get close she some how slips away. I don't even know why Torchwood wants her, she doesn't seem to be very special. It's been five years and she is definitely getting older. I think a few of her gray hairs may have even come from our game of cat and mouse. I just don't understand, she knows when I'm on to her. But she will let me get close to her, touch her even. Every time, I get to her see her, and she gives me the slip. Further more I keep having dreams about her. Obviously not real dreams, but vivid fantasies. When I look at her it's like I know her and I am oddly attracted to her.

Captain Jack Harkness

I folded my update and sealed it in an envelope for later. If she gave me the sure I would be rereading it. No one here understands how frustrating it is for me to not know exactly where she is or where she will show up tomorrow. I don't even know where she will show up in a month from now. For that matter if she will show up. It's always the same I try and track her through her good looks and sassy behavior, but no one ever knows where she was going or where she hides. At first I didn't notice the pattern, because she hides it well.

She becomes the midwife a widower or a woman whose husband is in the army. The always goes into a shocking premature labor. The baby always lives, but the mother is never well enough to go out of the house again. She would go out instead, she does all of the shopping and eventually the town gives her the mothers name.

The townspeople don't know any better. Widowers are often avoided and after a while no one notices that she isn't the widower. She takes the baby out and on in some of her stolen identities she has even remarried. But it always ends the say. Inevitably she writes me a letter. Always just different enough that it isn't notice during screening. I get the letter and there is the scent of perfume clinging to the egg shell pages. Never the same perfume, but I can be sure it's hers. Or rather the fragrance the last widower wore.

"Oy. You coming to the pub mate?" one of the Torchwood girls had peaked her head in my door. Outside of Torchwood we all pretend to be married. If the girls acted like they did without a husband they would surly be beaten. No woman in this age is that strong willed, unless she is married. This time is rather odd like that. All the women are very tame, until they marry which gives them the right to be control freaks for some reason.

"I don't think so. Not tonight." I looked up at her. "I'm sorry it's just that I have to go over this again. I have to find her mistake."

"There is no mistake. You're just wasting your time." Even with her words she knew it was no use and left me to my obsession.

I was looking through all the letters I had gotten in the past twenty-five years. There had to be something I was missing. First time: June fourteenth 1637 a pregnant widower takes in a younger girl to help with chores, because the girl needs a home. June twenty-third: widower is reported to have a baby. The neighbors next door say that they heard her scream with labor pains in the night. But the mother and child were never well enough after that to go outside. When we got to them the baby was dead in its crib. As if it had fallen asleep.

Second time: August second 1637 a girl brings a man back home. He had been lost out on the marsh. She lives with the family as a servant of sorts. Four months later the man dies. And nine months after that the girl and wife give birth. The widower gives birth to a baby boy just two weeks before the girl gives birth to a baby girl. The towns folk never see the widower again, because she is ill and so is her baby boy. The baby girl is still born, but never gets buried or leaves the house. The boy lives and leaves as mysteriously as the girl does. Just before we get there.

"Wait..." I looked back at the records we took on scene. We found a baby boy not a girl. "I was always chasing her..." I dug up the photos of the dead mothers and babies. "All the babies are blue having no sign of ever even living. The mothers seem to have been tortured for hours, but no gag marks so how does she keep them quiet. The critical hit to the mother is a long gash in her stomach.

"Why would she kill them and their babies though?" Here's something there is always a message carved into the legs of the women. The message says 'It stops here'. "What stops now?"

I moved to reports from the townspeople. All of them start with there was something wrong that man. Most of the town is usually glad he is gone, "but why?" That's when everything fell together. I saw the report of a small child 'I'm glad that pervert is gone.' He was a child molester then. Which is why the first few times she was pregnant. She even took her baby with her.

She can't have been young enough to be his victim... Could she. No, I've seen her gray hair. Twenty-five years ago the reports say that she couldn't be any more than eleven, but she looked closer to eight or nine. That was a question for later. For now I walked to the records room and started looking for organized town complaints. I looked back through the years. Every family she visited had a complaint against the father. She is targeting Child molesters.

I looked at all the newest complaints, there were only two town complaints. Both two hours apart. I grabbed my coat, a few weapons of choice, and a horse. Let me tell you riding seven hours on a horse at full gallop can... Bruise some things. I arrived to the first town and immediately found the house with the family, that was scrolled on my papers. I ran into the house without any warning.

I ran to the dinning room, at the table sat the beautiful family of five. At the head was a man with hair dark as night and the most deep brown eyes I have ever seen. To his right sat a lovely women in her mid thirty with bright red hair and green eyes. Next to her was the youngest a little three year old girl with blond hair and green eyes. Across form her sat a young boy of no more than sixteen with firery hair and brown eyes. Sitting beside him was his twin sister the eldest by about three and a half minutes. She was quite possibly the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. She had raven black hair that spun around in perfect cork screw ringlets. As I burst in her face rose so that she was looking directly into my eyes. Her eyes were like calm water on a warm afternoon, the most perfect blue I have ever seen.

There was an awkward pause, before the mother and father decided to stand up and greet me. The mother stepped forward, "Hello, my name is Mariann. This is my husband Jacob. May I ask why you have broken into our home?"

I stared blankly at all of them, "I'm so sorry Mam. You see I'm with a very special part of the government. We are looking for midwifes in this town and the next one on down the road."

Mariann sighed and Jacob got a little less tense. He put an arm around his wife and said, "You work for the queen. When we heard you riding in so fierce we assumed you were a burglar or some such night traveler."

I chuckled a little, "Oh no. In fact I don't often travel at night. I've been riding since dark started catching on." I gave each family member another good look, "Well I can see that there are none nor a need for any mid wives here, so I'll be on my way down the road."

As I turned to leave the young girl sitting at the table stood with a start, "No, you can't go." Everyone looked at her for an explanation of this sudden out burst. She blushed and said sheepishly, "The next town is hours down the road. If you've been riding since dark started to set in your horse will never make it."

I stared into her perfect eyes for another twenty seconds, before I turned again, "It's awful nice of you to be concerned about me, but my horse and I will be just fine, thank." This time it was the mother. She stepped forward and opened her mouth. "No really mam I can take care of myself and I have a long ride. Good night and you and your family enjoy your dinner now." I walked back out the door and to my horse. As I adjusted a strap her and there I could feel the mothers gaze behind me.

I turned around, "Look really, I know what I'm..."

The young boy was standing behind me. "You know I want to work for the queen some day."

I mounted my horse, "I'll put in a good word for you."

"Looking at you I'm not so sure any more."

"Really and why is that."

"I wanted to work for her, because it would be honorable and mean that I was important and smart."

"Well it does."

"Looking at you makes me think that it might not be so smart. Look at yourself you're about to ride through the country side that is riddled with wolves and bears in the middle of the night."

I thought about it then. Maybe the kid had a point or I was just really tired. "Maybe I'll stay. You're right. It's too dark to see anything coming." I dismounted my horse and tied him to the fence.

The boy led me back to the house and I was given the end of the table opposite Jacob to sit and eat. I was soon introduced to the youngest girl, Emaline. The boy was also called Jacob and his sister's name was Christina. Since I had come back into the home she had barely looked at me. She kept her head down and only answered 'yes sir' or 'no sir'. I found out that the family was far older than I had thought. The twins were twenty-three, the mother thirty-six, and the father sixty-eight. We didn't have much time as late as it was, but what time we did have was spent laughing and carrying on.

So this is my first torchwood fanfiction... I promiss more sense in chapters to come and possibly some naughty scenes i'm prolly going to write two one shots as the how the night ends... so comment and stuff... Yeah!