It was frigid in the old fashioned church, but that did not weaken its ability to provide comfort to its inhabitants. Snow was falling outside, wind shrieking at the stained glass windows. There weren't many people taking refuge here, but for those who wished to, candles tried their best to warm the halls and pews and people occupying them. The two figures in the very back pew on the right had never actually set foot in the church before in their lives, but it was important to be there, although only one of them knew that. It was that half of that particular equation that had been near here before, in this part of the country, Devonshire to be exact, and even atop the windy hill near the church.

Lana Hendricks hadn't set foot in Devonshire in almost eight months. And now she was sitting in a church, another rare occasion for her. But so much had happened since the eight months that she'd been back in her home of London, England. She herself had not changed so much, but her world, the life she dwelt in, insisted upon throwing itself into tumult, uncertainty and grief. Lana was not a religious person, never had been, but felt something lacking in her life. Not every church held the guidance she was looking for, and none of them had actual answers, but every now and then, one church stood out among the others. This little chapel in Devonshire was one of them. Something in the air felt reassuring and truly blessed and she couldn't help but smile as she looked round. Perhaps the reason for this church's comfort was the person who lay in the burial ground just up the hill.

Standing on that hill, separated from most of the other graves, but still right next to one bearing the same surname was the final resting place of someone who had come into Lana's life for only a short time but who had also left an indelible mark on it. Lana stuffed her hands in her pockets, the dark green jacket serving her well on the cold January day, as did the navy blue skinny jeans and black leather boots. She only wished her hair was longer at this moment, the wind biting through to her ears, through the uneven spikes of black hair, some hitting her chin, others just barely clearing the nape of her neck. She stared at the tombstone, longing for something she couldn't quite name. That day flashed before her mind in crystal clear images.

Lana had been dragged bodily from the converted army basement in which the Daleks had chosen to establish their stronghold. Captain Jack Harkness, a man apparently gifted with immortality had instructed the twins on how to set up the explosives. He'd then grabbed her arm without a word and forced her to a room down the hallway. She'd gone kicking and screaming the whole way, but in the end proved no match for the brute strength of the American captain. The door shut tight in front of her, she banged on it with all her strength, knowing it wouldn't do any good. She kept up her cacophony until she heard a loud explosion coming from the direction of the others. She added her noise to that of the destruction, hating that she was being left out, knowing that she could be of help. She'd gotten them here, hadn't she? She'd called the Doctor's attention by projecting her image into his ship and led him to where they were now.

So she'd been utterly ashamed when the door had opened revealing the twins being carried, unconscious and ashen faced by the Doctor and Jack. She had fallen in step behind them, noticing, and quashing sudden and uncharacteristic squeamishness at the sight of a temple dripping blood. She couldn't recall now whose it had been; Lucy's or Juliet's. Later, picking their way through the streets of London back to the TARDIS, Lana had looked round at all the people coming out of hiding. She felt sudden pangs of guilt as she thought of the family she'd left in a bomb shelter. She took shaky breaths and felt the feeling drain from her fingertips and toes.

Back inside the impossible ship which was bigger on the inside, the twins had been laid on the floor and the Doctor had opened a pocket watch over them. She had no idea what he was doing, couldn't begin to guess and couldn't pretend to understand, but she knew that his methods worked. She'd called him because he was the one who made the aliens go away. That was what she'd learned from Torchwood, anyway. Many things had happened recently, especially in London and the Doctor seemed to be the one who prevented it all from getting worse. Lana had gasped in amazement at the gold dust that hovered over the half dead twins and was inhaled by Lucy but not by Juliet. Jack's hand had tightened around her shoulder and she heard him stifle a cry.

Lucy had awoken and discovered that she'd been made into a Timelord, then looked over to discover her still unconscious twin sister. She'd railed and cried and screamed and Lana hadn't blamed her one bit. The Doctor had however, bade her and Jack to go somewhere else while he tried to console her. They'd gone without argument and waited in Lucy's room. He'd filled her in on what he knew of the mechanics of the process.

"You still haven't told me exactly who she is, Lana." Lana was promptly torn from her memories and forced to answer the person she'd brought with her, one of only two people left on this planet who really understood her; her own sister Victoria. Lana stared into her sister's liquid light green eyes with her own dark brown ones. Yes, Victoria was truly the beauty in the family. Their father had taken to calling them Yin and Yang, Lana dark in all respects from her eyes, her hair and her olive skin and Victoria with her pale green eyes, pink skin and pale blonde hair.

"Juliet Blake, she's…well. Do you remember about eight months ago, when the Daleks came back again and I locked you guys in a bomb shelter?" Victoria nodded a worried pucker coming between her brows.

"Well, this girl and her twin sister, they helped make them go away again."

"Lana, I'm not exactly a child, you never told me what happened, you never talk about it, but I want to know what happened. Where did you go that day? Were, were those the people you brought back to the shelter when you let us out?"

"Yes they were. The Doctor was the tall one in the trench coat, the other bloke is called Jack and the woman you saw was Lucy Blake, this woman's twin. You see, the Doctor is the one who's been clearing away all the aliens from Earth in the last, I dunno, hundreds of years. He sucked up all the Daleks and turned them into dust. And Lucy and Juliet, they blew up the, the transport thing they came in. Jack locked me in a room so I wouldn't get hurt, and for good reason I now understand. Lucy and Juliet got blasted and Juliet died. Lucy would have too, if the Doctor hadn't made her like him. You see, he's not human, even though he looks it. He's a Timelord and he made Lucy Blake one too. But they couldn't save Juliet, and this is her grave and I just felt like I needed to go back here and knew I couldn't do it alone."

Victoria nodded and Lana knew without asking that her sister believed her. That was one nice thing about being so young; it made one that much more able to accept things presented to them. Not that Victoria was terribly naïve, and she'd just celebrated her fourteenth birthday a few days ago. But she trusted her sister and accepted her seeming ramblings for truth.

"Who's Emmeline Blake then?" Victoria asked.

"Dunno, probably their mum."

Victoria nodded again, staring at Emmeline's headstone. "Guess we all have something in common then."

Lana looked up suddenly, surprised at the suddenly bitter tone her sister's voice had taken. Victoria never talked about their mother's recent death. She had been devastated, of course, they all had, but after the funeral, Victoria had kind of shut her mind away about the whole thing. It had happened about two months after the Daleks and Juliet's death; less than six months ago. The girls' mother, Hadley had had an aortic aneurysm one her way home from work one day and she'd been buried a few days later, her family still in shock. Their father Anthony had taken it hardest of all; retreating from the world, into his home, into his rooms, into his mind. Lana and Victoria loved their father. And he loved his girls. But theirs was a world of silence now, broken only by pleasantries and half remembered thoughts of social niceties.

"Yeah, I guess we do." Lana was still staring wide eyed at her younger sister, who sometimes felt so much older than Lana herself, who had celebrated (more acknowledged really) her eighteenth birthday in November. Having graduated from Sylvia Prince Preparatory School that fateful June, Lana had been only mystified when she was accepted at Oxford University. Her grades had always been brilliant and she'd gotten several scholarships, but she'd turned it all down for an offer she felt she couldn't refuse.

Lana Hendricks was working for the Torchwood company. Jack Harkness had approached her personally very shortly after her mother died in August. He hadn't wanted to tear her away from Oxford, had even apologized when he learned she'd been accepted and stood to leave, but she didn't let him. She accepted his offer, saying that Oxford had nothing to offer her. She had explained to him that she'd found her purpose that day two months ago when she was tracking down a hostile alien race and aiding in its dispatch. He'd given her that spine tingling grin and shook her hand while she laughed. She was working her way onto Jack's personal team, and he was constantly vouching for her. He dropped by her little desk every day, sometimes more than once and usually set a coffee down on it, just the way she liked.

Usually, she walked home from Torchwood, but every now and then he'd give her a ride home. It was on these days that she was almost grateful for her father's distant silence and detachment. He hadn't asked why she'd given up going to Oxford. He hadn't asked about her peculiar and mysterious job choice. And he hadn't asked about the handsome but older man who dropped her off sometimes.

Not that there was anything there, of course. Jack, Lana knew, had cared for Juliet a great deal; he may even have loved her. Something had broken in Jack Harkness, some small piece of him had been buried along with Juliet. And Lana was not the dating sort. She had long ago given up attachments to other people, and this resolve had only strengthened in the last few months. The only person she opened up to anymore was Victoria, and even then, only a little, because she didn't want to shoulder her little sister with her problems.

She did like Jack though, in spite of his over zealous flirting. He was carefree and she envied that about him. She liked that he didn't wear his problems on his sleeves, she liked that he found the courage to be optimistic and she especially liked that he was the only person she knew on the planet who treated her the same as before the Daleks, before everything that had happened.

"What are you gonna tell dad when we get home?"

Lana was once again jerked from her thoughts by her sister. She didn't recall leaving the graveyard, walking down the narrow road or hopping back on the bus to London. She was sitting now in an uncomfortable and stiff blue seat, head resting against the cool window, the glass vibrating beneath her temple, shaking her teeth a bit. Victoria was poised in the aisle seat, staring at her sister, imploring an answer.

"Oh, er, I figured I'd just say we went out for chips or something, maybe saw a flick? Anyway, he won't ask." They both knew this to be true, so Victoria left her elder sister to her brooding. But Lana didn't want to think anymore. The visit to Juliet's grave had done her good, she believed that, but something still wasn't right; something hadn't been right for months.

The two girls walked up to the small manor however, like they were the most ordinary girls in the world. Lana wondered, and not for the first time, just how similar she was to Lucy Blake, the human turned Timelord. She didn't know much about her life at all, but Jack had been able to fill in a little of what confabulation and her own experience with her couldn't. She knew that Lucy's mother had died, though not how. She knew that her own dad was long gone from the picture of her life, but no reason for that either. She knew that her sister was dead. And she knew that before this most heart wrenching of deaths, Lucy and Juliet had been closer than close. They had been all the other had in the world. Lana looked behind herself as she opened the door and thought of these similarities, at the light of her own life, her very own closer than close sister. Maybe not so much in words, but certainly in heart, they were one.

Victoria smiled as they stepped inside to the foyer and went to their separate rooms. Lana echoed her smile, but did not feel it. She refused to be a victim of her circumstances. So her mother had died? Lots of people had dead mothers and perfectly normal lives. So her father barely spoke a word anymore? At least he was still around. So she hadn't gone to a prestigious school in pursuit of a dream? That was her own choice; she knew she'd be no happier studying art at Oxford than she would be hunting and catching aliens here. But something was missing, something she couldn't name. So wouldn't it serve that she couldn't properly mourn this thing if she couldn't even rightly identify it? One would think.

Lana awoke the next morning after a night of restless sleep. She tossed and turned and started up at the ceiling, air coming out of her lungs and escaping her lips in great heaving sighs. She groaned as she rolled over and clumsily hit the floor, her bare feet cold on the mahogany wood. Hadn't there been a rug there before? Ah, yes, she'd brought the rug with her to Torchwood one day upon Jack's request and it had been sacrificed in the name of catching a Shade. A Shade had turned out to be a gremlin like creature from some distant planet that had somehow gotten into headquarters and run amok. Lana's rug had served in its capture and she never had gotten it back. She'd have to ask Jack where it had ended up.

For now, she had to get ready for work. She crossed the hall to the bathroom and showered quickly, the hot water hitting her between her shoulder blades, water invading her mouth, eyes and nose. When she finished, it was back across the hall with her in her dripping hair and towel. She pulled yet another pair of navy blue jeans out of a dresser and a navy blue almost completely angora sweater to go with it. On went her customary and obligatory black leather boots and she was ready to go. She never wore make up and the beauty of having short, spiky and pin straight hair was that one never had to do anything to it.

The streets of London were packed as always, which suited Lana just fine. Cities were a thrill; she would never thrive in any countryside. She ducked and dodged the street peddlers, the vagabonds, the businessmen, the tourists, the wayward children, and whatever else London could toss her way. At long last she entered the polished glass doors of Torchwood and headed to her fifth floor desk.

Upon arriving at said desk, Lana Hendricks found a welcome sight. Jack Harkness was sitting on a corner of the desk, steaming mug of coffee in his hand and cheesy grin plastered to his face.

"And how is my favourite employee today?"

Lana flashed him a cheeky grin of her own and accepted her prize; coffee. "If being your favourite means the best coffee in London every morning, I can't complain, Jack." He smiled at her and then ducked his head, trying to read her from under his eyelashes.

"Something's up, oh favourite employee. Spill."

"No, it's nothing, really. I er…Jack, I went to visit Juliet yesterday."

Jack blanched visibly and the smiled dropped from his gorgeous face. The unspoken question in his eyes implored her; Why?

Lana sighed heavily, sill not entirely sure why herself. "It just seemed, I dunno, right. I needed to get out, Jack and Devonshire was sort of calling to me. Jack, I don't know if this is it, but I feel like, like maybe Lucy and the Doctor were trying to reach out to me and that was…" Not the only way they knew how, that was impossible. And besides, Lana had a secret that she hadn't told Jack, or even Victoria. But Jack was nodding, at least understanding her feelings, or rather, her inability to express them.

"Well, uh, I, uh, I have a lot to do, so, um…"

"Get back to work, Captain. Can't have you slacking off." Lana grinned at him again and he smiled his thanks at her as he walked away; he wanted to be alone with his thoughts. Lana wanted the same thing, but piles and piles of paperwork stared her in the face, taunting her with their tedious busywork. Lana had never in her life imagined that she would have a desk job. Once she had had dreams of sitting on ancient stone steps of even more ancient cities all over the world and drawing the people that passed her. Now she still wanted to go all those places, but she longed for something else. Perhaps the chance to see the stars and travel time. She had finally voiced the thought that had been preying on her brain cells. And she knew just what to do about it. As soon as all this rubbish paperwork was done, of course.

As she was leaving, Lana had her hands once again stuffed in the pockets of her favourite jacket. This time they did not come away empty-handed. She never really acknowledged that this mobile was there. She'd felt its weight in her pocket, memorized the feel of it, but did not let herself dial the only number programmed into it. This was the mobile that Lucy Blake had slipped to her as she departed with the Doctor. This was Juliet's phone.

Lana looked up at the people around her, most headed home from work, some just beginning their nights. These were for all intents and purposes completely normal people and Lana found them the strangest things she had ever come across. She looked down again at the phone resting in her right hand and debated with herself. As if acting of their own accord, Lana's feet began to move, one in front of the other, walking to some unknown destination. She found herself walking streets she didn't know, but she wasn't afraid and she wouldn't turn back. She stopped after about twenty minutes of uninterrupted walking and looked around. She had stopped in front of a row of apartments, the flats all looking the same. She was on the end of one row and she peered into the ground floor of this last flat. The window had no shade on it but there were no lights on either. No one lived here; the room was completely empty. Lana stared at the number and then looked at the street sign positioned near an alleyway nearby. Lana Hendricks had made her was to 10838 Carnaby Street, although, she of course, didn't know the significance of that. She did know however, that it was time to dial that one number in the mobile. She was going to call the Doctor and Lucy Blake.

As soon as it started ringing however, Lana felt that she might be making a mistake. She didn't really need anything. Nothing was wrong. Perhaps they were busy. But before Lana could hang up, a not soon to be forgotten voice picked up on the other end.

"Lana Hendricks, is that you?"

"Yes, yes it is, Lucy Blake."