So here we go again. This time, I've decided to poison Torchwood with my imagination. I recently became re-obsessed with it and this was the result.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the idea and Kamaria. She's mine.
My name is Kamaria, but I prefer Kari and I tend to glare at people who don't call me that.
My mother's name is Gwen Cooper and my father's name is Jack Harkness.
My mother is Welsh, comes from Cardiff and speaks with a Welsh accent.
My father was born in Scotland, moved to America when he was eight and consequently speaks with an American accent except with his mother and father.
He moved back to the UK when he was eighteen, met my mother in London and married her when they were both twenty.
They had me in the same year and we lived in London for the first seven years of my life. We moved back to Cardiff at my mother's request. My parents split up a year later, when I was eight.
My mother accused my father of having an affair with another man. My father denied it, but didn't deny that he was gay and my mother divorced him. I stayed with my father and saw my mother every other week.
My mother remarried when I was ten, to a man called Owen Harper. He was from London, but came up to live in Cardiff and commuted every weekend until my mother found a way to have him run his business remotely.
My father was very lonely, I think, with just a little girl for company. The man my mother had accused him of having the affair with wouldn't see him, saying that it was his fault my parents had spilt up and how would I feel if he was around.
I liked the sound of him. I didn't blame him at all, and nobody else had thought about what I felt.
He kept it up for five years, but when I was thirteen, Ianto Jones gave into my father and went out with him. They're still together, three years on. He hasn't moved in, but he might as well. He sleeps over enough.
My mother doesn't like me being in the house with them but…
I know what love is and the different types. I know the look parents give their children when they love them. My father looks at me like that. My mother doesn't.
She told me once, when I was nine years old, that I was an accident and a mistake and she didn't want me.
She still doesn't. Owen, my stepfather, never wanted kids, so why would he love a stepdaughter?
But my father loves me and I love him. I stopped calling my mother 'Mum' or 'Mother' ages ago. I only refer to her as 'my mother' to outsiders, or 'Gwen' to her face.
I still call my father 'Dad' or 'Daddy'. I occasionally call him Jack, but only when he thinks I've pushed it too far with Gwen.
I also know how two people look at each other when they're in love. My mother looks at Owen like that, but he doesn't. He looks at another girl, Diane, from his work, like that.
I think he's having an affair, but my mother would never believe me over him.
My father and mother don't look at each other like that anymore, though there's still fondness in my father's eyes.
But now he looks at Ianto like that and Ianto… looks at him so lovingly, so adoringly, I wonder how people can say gay relationships are wrong.
It's just two people in love. The look doesn't change just because the genders of the couple are the same.
I wish my father and Ianto could get married. They really love each other. Ianto treats me as if I'm his daughter as well, even though there's only twelve years between us and sometimes, I think he loves me more than my own mother does.
My father, Ianto and I live in Cardiff still, as that's where Ianto's from. My mother and Owen still live in Wales, but in rural countryside and I hardly see her anymore, which suits both her and me.
Dad doesn't like me shutting her out, but now I'm sixteen, he can't deny I've got the right to do just that. I hear about my mother from Toshiko, her friend from work and Dad's friend as well.
It was her who got them to meet. She still talks to Dad, but she's on my mother's side in all this, saying that a teenage girl needs a mother.
I don't, especially not one who doesn't give a damn. I can take care of myself, but it does get lonely. Dad has Ianto, and has hardly stopped grinning for three years. Gwen has Owen, who she certainly loves more than me.
I fit in nowhere. There's no place for me. I'm just a painful reminder for my father and an unwanted reminder for my mother. I don't care about Gwen, but Dad and Ianto deserve a chance. It's better if I'm not here.