A/N: New story! Anyway, two things. 1: if anyone wants to tell me how you get a beta reader, please tell me! 2: If anyone wants to be a beta reader for any of my stories, see above and well you probably know what to do! 3: (I said three right?) Enjoy and I will still work on Not So Alone.

Okay, this story may be a bit cliche, but I promise it will be cool. I hope!

Disclaimer: I do not own Captain Jack or Captain Reynolds or the incredibly hot Doctors in either show! *Pouts and cries* But I do own Kiera!

OH! Another note: this is a magical AU where Rose was actually pregnant that day on Bad Wolf Bay! And they came back!

Allons-y, then!

Greetings: Prologue:

My name is Kiera Tyler. I am 24 years old. I am also immortal. My mum's name is Rose Tyler. She used to travel with an alien known as the Doctor. My father is a strange man, I never met him. I met his clone a few times, but that's for later. When I was younger, my mum spent years trying to get back to him. When I was 6, she succeeded. She came back, heartbroken. With her was his clone, John Smith, I only met him a few times and the last time I saw him, he died.

He was shot. The agency he and mum worked at was attacked. I was helping her with paperwork that day and saw it all. I was only 11. Two men came into the lab, I was asking him about quantum mechanics and they just shot him. I was furious. John had always been kind to me and he was dead. Torchwood ruined my life at that moment. I grabbed his gun and shot both of the men. Grabbing their guns along with some chemicals, I managed to blow up the building. The only fatalities were the men who attacked us and ,well, me. I woke up in pain a few hours later. They had just pulled me from the rubble and mum was crying.

After Torchwood fell, mum went crazy. She spent 2 years rebuilding the dimension cannon. Grabbing the little we had left, we left the universe I was born in behind. We moved to Manchester in Northern England. I was ,at this point, 13. We spent 4 years here. This was where I met my best friend, Olivia Downing. When I was 17, we went on a trip to Cardiff. Olivia's parents constantly traveled, so she really lived with us. This is where Jack comes into my life. Mum had been overjoyed to see him.

Mum enrolled Olivia and I in a small school in Cardiff. We spent our afternoons working as interns at Torchwood. As I grew older, I realized a few things. Jack was a lot like me in more than just our flirty outook on life. Neither of us could die. We were enigmas , neither of us actually existed. We called ourselves, the Innuendo Squad. Eventually, Jack asked me to go get a drink with him when I turned 19. From there, my life got better, I still had never actually met my father, but I no longer cared. I had friends, a fantastic boyfriend and a great psuedo-family.

This is the story of my life, well, from the time I got engaged to when I finally met my father to when I saved the 'verse from a crazy government.

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A girl stalked into the Torchwood hub, a faint smile playing at her lips. She had long, curly, dark brown hair. Her green-gold eyes circled the room as she stormed into the office of Captain Jack Harkness. Jack glanced up in surprise when he saw the seemingly furious girl.

"Hello, Kiera," he said, conversationally. She looked at him as he sized her up.

"Mr. Harkness, what do you think you are doing?" she asked, calmly. He chuckled when he saw the faint smirk.

"Working, darling, what else?" he answered. She looked at him again and walked towards the wardrobe in the room.

"Do you want my mum killing you?" she asked seriously. He gulped and tried to stand up. Kiera laughed and jumped in his lap when he almost succeeded. They both hit the floor.

"Hello," Jack said, looking at her.

"Hi," she said back. "We've got to go." Jack looked at her as they stood up. She was garbed in her usual skinny jeans and white blouse. Her jeans were tucked into knee-high TARDIS blue combat boots with a matching belt. Her signature ankle-length black trenchcoat completed the look. "Jack, staring." she told him.

"Yep, and enjoying the view," he said with a flirty undertone. She smiled and shoved his WWII great coat at him.

"Allons-y, Jack!" she laughed, running out of the office. He sauntered up behind her and held out his arm.

"Going my way, little darlin'?" he asked, with his American accent heavy.

"Any other way to go, Daddy-O?" she answered with a horribly fake accent. He smiled and they left the hub.

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Arriving at the party, Jack immediatly led Kiera to the dancefloor. Around 30 minutes later, Kiera saw her mum and went to talk with her.

"Hey, Mum," Kiera said. Rose smiled and laughed .

"Hi, Kee, what's going on?" she asked. Kiera moved to hug Rose and laughed.

"I'm great, Mum," Kiera told her, "How are you?" Rose shifted and then spoke after a pregnant pause.

"Fine, I guess, I still can't get ahold of your father," she told her daughter. Kiera groaned and looked at her mum.

"Mum, it has been over 10 years, he isn't coming back." she said, softly. Rose nodded and smiled weakly.

"How's Jack," she asked, trying to change the subject.

"Great, well, he's Jack, I guess," Kiera said, enthusiastically. Rose nodded and smiled. They continued their small talk until Jack came over and took Kiera outside to the garden.

"Jack, where are we going?" Kiera asked. Jack led her to a gazebo and grabbed her hands.

"Dance with me?" he asked. Kiera nodded and they began swaying. "1941, the height of the London Blitz, that's where I met your mother, now it is 2012, and I am dancing with the one person I want to spend my life with," Jack whispered in her ear. Kiera blushed and Jack knelt down. Taking a box out of his pocket. He looked up at Kiera with hopeful eyes.

"Kiera, darling, will you marry me?" he asked. Kiera looked at him and knelt down beside him.

"Of course," she whispered and his eyes lit up. He pulled her head to his and kissed her.

"Thank god," he said, slipping a emerald and sapphire encrusted ring on her finger.