Disclaimer: Well, you guessed it. I don't own Doctor Who. Hard as i try...

"Mum, Mum, MUM!" I shrieked from the top of the stairs.

"What is it Megan?" My dad peered at me from the bottom with a raised eyebrow.

"Where's mum?" I questioned.

"Making breakfast, what is it?"

"I can't find my jumper"

"Try using your eyes" he said, walking off.

I stuck my tongue out to his retreating back. My dad didn't do domestics. Apparently. He told us on many an occasion.

Where is that jumper? I love that jumper. It's my favourite one. Perfect for a Saturday spent relaxing with my best friend, Ryan.

"MUM!" I yelled.

"Megan if you shout down these stairs one more time…" Dad appeared at the bottom with a stern look on his face.

"Jesus calm down dad what is with you this morning?" I huffed, waking down the stairs and past him with my nose in the air.

I found mum over the frying pan cooking bacon. It smelled good.
"Do you know where my jumper is?" I asked, sauntering into the kitchen.

"No I don't Megan. You should start looking after things. You take everything in this house for granted and treat it like a hotel" she said. I could tell she was stressed for some reason. There was something on her mind. I could sense it.

"What is wrong with you people today, I only asked a question!" I snapped.

"Don't you take that tone with me young lady, no go and clean that tip you call a room before I take a bin bag to it!" she quipped back, without turning her back on the bacon.

"FINE!" I yelled. I stomped back through the living room, where my dad was playing Xbox with my 8-year-old brother, Jack.

"Domestics" he muttered under his breath as I stormed past them.

I was about to go up the stairs when my mum entered the living room. I hung back for a moment.

"For gods sake, Doctor get off that stupid game" she snapped.

"Rose, what's wrong?" he asked, standing up and wrapping his arms around her.

"Nothing" she shook him off. That was weird. Usually my parents were all over each other. Much to my discomfort.

"Rose you've been acting strangely all morning. This is me you're talking to. Your Doctor" he said quetly.

"No"

"What?" he said, his mouth falling open.

"You didn't tell me" she said quietly.

"Didn't tell you what?" he asked, confused.

"You know perfectly well what" she snapped. I could see Jack, still seemingly engrossed in his game.

"I honestly don't know what you're talking about, Rose"

"HE CONTACTED ME!" she shouted. My dad stood there, rooted to the spot. He seemed to know what she meant.

"Oh" he whispered.

"You've done it again haven't you! Made my decisions for me! Well not any more, Doctor not any more!" she yelled.

"Shh Rose, Megan will hear you" he said. I had had enough.

I stamped my feet up the stairs, got to my room and slammed the door, hard. I threw on a different jumper and some old jeans and pulled on my favourite pair of trainers, my black converse, and ran a comb through my long brown hair.

I quietly opened my bedroom door and snuck down the stairs at quietly as possible. I needed to get out of here without them noticing. I quickly opened the front door and ran out, not looking back.

I ran all the way to my best friend, Ryan's house. I loved running.
Ryan opened the door to his house quickly, as if expecting me.

"Hey, what's up?" he said, giving me a quick hug, which I returned gratefully and let me in.
"Nothing much, just the usual domestics with my family" I explained. Ryan gave an understanding nod in reply. He knew my family. They weren't the most normal of people. My dad was loud, had a massive gob and could talk for England without stopping for breath and my mum was a younger version of my Gran, Jackie. Enough said about her, the better.

"So what do you want to do today?" flopping down on his sofa. I followed his example and flopped down next to him.

"Dunno, what do you want to do?" I asked.

"Maybe we could just stay here and watch a DVD or something"

"Yeah ok" I said, sighing. He knew something was wrong. We ended up watching Harry Potter. Not that I liked it or anything. Or cried at book seven. Never.

The DVD finished and the credits started rolling.

"I'm-"

"Hungry?" Ryan asked, as my stomach gave a low growl.

I laughed, "Yeah"

"Chippy?" he laughed back.

"Of course" I smiled. He also knew chips were my weakness.

We were on out way back to Ryan's when my phone started ringing. I looked at the caller. It was dad.

"Aren't you going to answer that?" Ryan asked around a mouthful of chips.

"Nah, its probably not important" I said, putting the phone back into my pocket.

"You can't hide from them forever" he said to me, seriously.

"I know, its just, recently, they've been acting strangely. Its as if they aren't telling me something. Something important. I mean, they work at Torchwood, you know that right-" Ryan nodded, "So its not as if they are normal in any respect anyway. They fight aliens for god sake. But sometimes its as if there's something missing. I can see it in my mum's eyes. And I can't stand it" A sudden tear escaped from my eye.

"God Megan" he said. He was about to hug me, when his phone started ringing.

"I better take that, it's my mum," he said.

"Sure go ahead"

"Hi mum. What is it? What. What?" He sounded worried. He looked at me.

"What is it?" I mouthed.

"Your dad just phoned my house, Megan. It's your mum. She's disappeared"

I dropped my chips and ran all the way home.

"DAD!" I yelled, bursting through the front door. He was sitting on the couch, staring into space with a heart-breaking expression on his face.

"She's gone Megan" he said, his voice barely a whisper.

"What do you mean she's gone?"

"She's disappeared. It's all my fault. I can't do anything. Not anymore"

"What are you talking about, snap out of it dad, we need to find her!" I sat down next to him and took his hand. This wasn't like my dad, he was usually so full of life, and most importantly, he never have up. Never.

"I'm nothing Megan! Nothing! She's gone and I can't do anything!" He shouted.
"She can't have gone far, we just need to look! Where was she going before she disappeared?" I tried asking him, calmly.

"No it's not as simple as that Megan. You don't understand"

"What are you not telling me?" I glared at him.

"Nothing" he turned away.

"What's gotten into you dad? You never give up!"

He held his head in his hands. Ryan was still standing in the doorway to the living room, awkwardly.

"Where's Jack?" I thought suddenly.

"At Ben's. He's to young to understand what's happening"

"Where was she dad?" I asked. I needed to know.

"Torchwood" he answered from behind his hands.

"Right" I said, standing up. He caught my wrist.

"Promise you won't go looking for her. It's dangerous, Megan. You don't know what you're dealing with" He looked into my eyes. I stared back.

"I promise. I'm staying at Ryan's tonight. I need to clear my head. Call me if you have any news on mum"

He remained where he was. Ryan and I walked out of the door.

"I'm so sorry Megan," he said, giving me a hug.

"I have to find her" I said stubbornly.

"Megan, you heard what your dad said, its dangerous!" he said.

"I don't care. I don't know what's gotten into him Ryan. He taught me to stand up. Fight for what I believe in. Take a stand when everyone else runs away! That's why I'm going after her" I said, as a tear feel from my eye.

Ryan regarded me. "Ok, but I'm coming with you"

"No. I need you to stay here. Cover for me"

"Ok" he agreed. "What are you going to do?"

"Well first, I'm going to the scene of the crime. Torchwood"

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