Hello! This is like my first FanFic in a long while, and really it only gets onto the bit about being Torchwoodish in the next chapter.. Thankfully I've written it up and am most likely slowly getting around to typing it up (ie, it'll be about a week).

Until then, enjoy!

Disclaimer for whole fic: I make things up as I go along, so if there's logic in it, it's not mine..

WARNING: The character who is added in is not of human descent (she's a phoenix) but on occasions what she does says and her surroundings have been humanised to help you not get confused and make it easier for me to write.

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She sighed slightly, fidgeting on the awfully uncomfortable thing the education sector called a perch.

It was the kind of perch that the second it was made, it was outdated by the next model down for half the prise and was worth less new then old since older it looked as though it might have been decent in the first place. They might as well have been torture devices, 'It's sit on the perch or sit on the spike pit'.

Most would go for the spike pit if they knew.

For the first time this decade though, she wasn't fidgeting because of the perches.

She was getting a feeling, deep down in her feathers, the kind of feeling you can't ignore but don't know what it means. The feeling that something's happening, or was soon to happen.

She didn't tell anyone about the feeling though. She wasn't one of the top popularity group who could get away with things like that.

She didn't tell the nobles. What would they say? 'You have a feeling in your feathers? Ever thought if you have skin?'

Not telling was probably the worst mistake she'd ever made.

It was, thankfully to her, nearing the end of the week and closing into going home time. She'd been looking forwards to it ever since the feeling started.

The longest week of her life.

If only she'd savoured it.

She flew straight home, rather then the usual secret trip to the bird nip for a refill so she didn't die of starvation.

She started to get suspicious from first sight. Her family never left the front door open as an unspoken rule.

She quickly flew down inside, scanning each of the rooms quickly, looking for her family and checking that all the special family items were still there.

No family, but everything else untouched.

She frowned, flying through to the main room.

Now she started to look actually at the state of the rooms. There wasn't a part of it that looked like there hadn't been some sort of struggle.

She could hear something. An echo of the last words said in the room.

"Tell my daughter I love-" the rest cut out, the speaker taken away before the words able to leave the beak.

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Everyone had heard the stories.

There had once been a divide between the phoenix race.

One half of 'pure blood' who was all knowing and always right who were out to find the other half, the traitors, the ones who had dared to leave to team up with the humanoids, the Time Lords, the Humans, the ones who were being threatened by the Daleks in the Time War.

The Daleks were supposed to have killed off all of them, along with the stories. To most it had.

There were still a remote few left.

A remote few who knew the story, the 'unbelievable legend' or the race, and reacted against the last few of the traitors, finding, kidnapping and ultimately killing them.

Her family had been the last one left.

She stood in the middle of the room, transfixed in despair. She hadn't known. It had all been a secret she was too young to hear.

In a sudden turn she just flew out, thorough all the doors, leaving each one wide open, flying directly out into deep space as fast as she could.

She was one of the fastest there was. If there was a phoenix flying contest, she was easily in the running for the first place, even how young she was.

She flew out, through the vast expanse that was space, down to a planet only three away from her home. It was a planet closest to the closest sun making it too hot for anyone to survive very long other then phoenixes.

It took weeks before anyone found her.

A group of what might be considered to be teenagers (since they were only 100) found her. They seemed very surprised. She was only a child (only 30…) but she'd flown all this way?

Not only that, but she seemed almost crazy.

"All they needed was for someone to protect them…" she'd kept on cursing to herself. "Someone to protect them and stop this from happening…"

She practically had to be dragged off of the planet and back to her home.

From then there seemed to be nothing left of her to anyone who knew her.

The word had spread out very quickly of what had happened. The fact her family was one of those Humanoid lovers. Now she was something unheard of in the phoenix race until then. An orphan.

It took less then a month and she was out of there. She couldn't take it any more.

How could any one take that sort of taunting, teasing and beating?

She flew away, knowing not to just stop after five minutes this time.

There were patched where she no longer had feathers, them having been pulled out in the beating process. The bald patches hurt badly, but she has do carry on.

She fled.

Fled for her life.

Fled for her freedom.

She didn't even have a name anymore.

She couldn't keep her original name any more. She didn't want any links to her race any more.

Her family.. How could they not have told her? Something so big yet they forever tell her she wasn't old enough to know. Now they were gone… Taken from her so dramatically… She didn't want to think of them.

All they'd needed was someone to protect them.

Who was she?

Not someone who could just let all this to happen to others, but if it was her race it served them right.

Everyone needed protecting from this pain.

She would have to be The Protector.

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I know that so far it's not got anything in it which makes it fit into this category! I'm getting there!!!