It had been years since I had seen my home. After the invasion I had stolen a vortex manipulator and had found myself stranded upon this desolate planet, dressed in my academy uniform, carrying my meagre possessions in a leather backpack. Honestly, the inhabitants of this Planet Earth are like children, their intelligence could not even reach that of a nine year old among my people.
I walked the wet streets of Cardiff, my boot-clad feet splashing in the puddles, there was a bunch of amateurs that were based here, a bunch of kids playing with technology they didn't understand, 'arming the human race against the future' I heard one describe it as once. A twisted feeling wrenched in my gut, as I approached the police tape, I waved my physic paper at them and passed through. Four people stood huddled over a body, on the hand of one of them was a silver gauntlet, I could see the connection between them, and I gasped in pain and fell to my knees as the body was wrenched back to life. Unfortunately my gasp alerted them to my presence.

"Civilian!" spat one of the men, in a distinctive London accent. The two women pestered the young man with questions before he fell down dead, again.

I looked up at them angrily from my position on the floor. "Idiots!" I spat "you're messing with the fabric of time! You think you can resurrect someone and just leave it at that!? You think—" I broke or and stared at the taller man, he was fixed. A fixed moment in space and time, his timeline was linier, there were no branches leading to possible pasts or futures, and it never stopped. Of course, I don't see lines or anything, but it's more like a gut feeling, and intellect, this man was wrong.

"What are you?" I gasped in fear, my eyes wide.

"Captain Jack Harkness!" he said brightly "and who are you?"

"You're impossible!" I gasped "you're…disgusting! You shouldn't exist!"

"Well, looks like there's one person on planet earth who doesn't fall for your charm, Jack." The Londoner said sarcastically.

"Shut up Owen."

I did the only rational thing I could; I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, through pouring rain that slapped against my skin painfully. All my instincts were screaming for me to get away from the man.

I spent the night on a park bench, waking as dawn hit the horizon and moving on as swiftly as the wind through the meagre foliage of the park. Last night terrified me, that single fixed point in time was a person… an abomination, a painstaking reminder of my position as the last of my kind.
In conversion to the human age system I am technically only a teenager, making it even harder to blend into the crowd, with the police always sticking their overly large ape noses into other people's business, and social services joining the party. It makes me tempted to regenerate just to change my appearance.
I've never regenerated before and to be completely honest it scares me. That uncertainty of what you will be, well, it is terrifying. My mid-day musings were interrupted when I felt a hand upon my shoulder. Jumping, I spun around and was both terrified and disgusted to see the same anomaly from last night.

He grinned and said "you're coming with me" I was about to protest when my other arm was taken and both were forced into handcuffs, and I was shoved into the back of a black SUV.

"Let me go! Let me go!" I screamed "please!" my eyes felt like they were burning just from looking at him, my gut twisted and my head ached. "You freak! You abomination!" I cried "what the hell are you!!!"

"I could ask you the same question kid." He replied "no name, no birth certificate, and no record of you other than a police report stating you as a homeless child. Tell me kid, know anything about aliens?" he grinned smarmily

I ignored all the pain and glared at him darkly "you will release me! You will release me! You will release me!"

His eyes began to cloud over before he shook his head violently and threw of my control "sorry kid, but no dice!" he laughed "all torchwood staff receive psychic training on at least a base level. You couldn't control any of us." Oh well. I never was much of a hypnotist.

He started the engine of the car and drove off. After about twenty minutes he said "what's your name?"

"My name is far too long and complicated for your pitiful primate brain to comprehend, let alone pronounce." I glared, funnily enough kidnapping does not sit well with me.

He laughed "so you are an alien!"

I rolled my eyes despite myself "give the man a medal."

"I'm Captain Jack Harkness." He introduced

I sighed "I suppose… you may call me 'The Doctor'"

He froze in shock. "d-doctor?" the car stopped, he pulled into a lay-by and turned around to me.

"That is what I said."

"You're a time lord?" he queried, my eyes snapped to his

"how do you know of us?!"

"You're the doctor?" he asked again

"Yes! That is the name I took at the academy!" I was getting more and more annoyed by the second.

"Doctor, it's me- Jack" he said as if stating the obvious.

"Oh" I realised "you've met a version of me, a future version, hmmm… but that must mean that there is a TARDISA somewhere but they were destroyed! How on earth do I get a TARDIS? I must steal one or something unless…" my eyes widened then flashed to his "London!" I exclaimed "in London are there zeppelins?!"

"What?" he was blatantly confused

"Are there great big zeppelins in London? You know, flying about, housing the rich?"

"No" he said slowly "there are no zeppelins."

"great." I sighed, my head in my hands.

"Why?" he asked

"Isn't it obvious you obtuse human?!" I spat "I have travelled through dimensions as a result of a ridiculously badly constructed vortex manipulator! And am currently residing in a dimension where there are no time lords, and apparently another version of myself!"

The gravity of my situation hit me, not only were my family gone, but my only friend, the one person who knows me completely was gone too. Sure he might have been a little mad, and maybe a bit cruel, but he was my friend, like my brother. I've never had a brother, only sisters. Okay so his name was narcissistic and he could be …hypnotic at times, but he understood me like no one else. We were both bullied at the academy, both of us outcasts in our own way. My family…gone…along with my brother.