this will be the only time I do my disclaimer for this whole story so listen up. BBC owns anything you recognize from torchwood or doctor who, I do not any character's or idea's from these shows. if I did I would panic, that would be a lot of responsibility to be the genius behind it all. I do not own any of the pictures I use, I only edit them to fit with my story the only thing I own is Tristan and all my unique ideas that surround her, including any OC's I may or may not make along the way. (I also posted this story on wattpad)

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Enjoy My Pretties

Tristan's P.O.V.

Beep! Beep! Beep! "I'm comin, I'm comin." I open the annoyingly beeping microwave and retrieve my fast cook mac n' cheese. Walking into my living room so that I can watch torchwood, I cant help but notice the quietness of the house and comparing it to how it was when my family first moved into it when I was five. It carries all of my memories of my childhood. One memory being when every Sunday without fail my dad and I would sit down on the couch and watch whatever sport was on. It could be baseball, basketball, football, and even some softball, but mostly football. He would explain to me what plays were, what third down meant or what a strike was.

Now the house is so quiet, with only me living in it. I miss my parents, they died in a car accident when I was seven-teen. The driver was a seventy-five year old man with really bad eye sight, he wasn't even supposed to be driving. The doctors told me their death was quick and that they did not suffer which put me at ease just a little. I was left this house and because my dad was a surgeon and my mom a lawyer, I was left with enough money to provide for me for two years.

I graduated high school a year after the accident, during the year before I graduated, I was in foster care. It wasn't bad, it just wasn't home. When I graduated I was able to take ownership of the house my parents gave me. I took a year off before going to college, working at a pub just for a break from everything. Now I am twenty-two years old and in collage. I am studying in criminological psychology. You see I've always wanted to work for the FBI as part of their behavioral analyses unit. I also like to read people, I'm no Sherlock Holmes but I think I'm pretty decent at it. Shaking my head clearing my thoughts, I head for the couch and sit down. After setting down my easy mac, I grab the remote and turn on Netflix. After waiting for what felt like forever on my Netflix to load, I finally hit play for episode one of season one.

This is my first fanfiction I have posted. if u like it, that is awesome. criticism and advise are welcome but when u criticize please don't be to hard on me. I plan on posting as much as possible but I will not have a regular posting schedule. Bye my pretties