A/N: Hi there! Our (writing) nicknames are Goldie and Sharpie, and we're new to this site. So far, it seems like a pretty awesome site and we're loving it. This story can also be found on Wattpad, but we really wanted to post it on this site as well. Essentially, this story is about Captain Jack Harkness's daughters who are original characters and how they are moved into Torchwood. The first several chapters are more of a prologue structure as it's before any of the episodes take place, but we will get to the episodes as well. This story might diverge a bit from the original plot (there might be some characters that, erm, don't die...) Also, our characters will also cross over in the Doctor Who universe, but that will be a separate story. Anywho, please read, review, and enjoy! Thanks so much! :)

Disclaimer: We don't own Torchwood or BBC or anything like that and it's actually quite sad because we want our very own Captain Jack Harkness.

The title is actually a reference to John Barrowman's cover of "Feeling Good," which is an amazing cover, so check that out!

P.S. Captain Jack Harkness is the epitome of everything beautiful. Just throwing that out there.

Chapter 1: The Artifact

Cam's Perspective

"Lulu? Lulu!" I snapped my fingers obnoxiously in front of the younger girl's face. "Earth to Lulu."

"Sorry, what do you need?" Lulu asked tersely with barely concealed exasperation. "I'm just a little bit busy right now." She then promptly returned to her eminent new project, typing away lightning-fast on her keyboard.

"I need the DNA results for the John Doe that came in yesterday. And I need those results, like, five minutes ago." I shot Lulu a pointed look and she scowled at the screen, not even bothering to look up.

"Those are still running in the database like I told you twenty freaking minutes ago and I can only work as fast as my machines, so . . . Patience is a virtue, you know. Anyway, now that that is covered, come check this out," Lulu said, now far more excited, guiding me over to her work table. She absentmindedly brushed her sideswept bangs out of her face and pulled on a pair of latex gloves as she proudly displayed the objects on the table to me. I was unimpressed.

"Yeah, they are the victim's personal effects, why so excited?" I asked dryly. Lulu was eager to please being new and all but it was beginning to be a tad bit excessive.

Lulu refused to be fazed by my cynical attitude. "Put on some gloves, I don't want you screwing up the fingerprints." I obediently took a pair of them and stuck my hands into them, raising my eyebrows expectantly.

"Look at this, my dear sister." Lulu gingerly handed me a bizarre artifact, nothing like I had ever seen before in my entire seventeen years. My indifferent persona melted away as I examined the object with intense curiosity.

"Where did you find this?" I murmured, looking it over carefully. It was some kind of strange technology- one of Lulu's specialities- but it was nothing recognizable. I had literally never seen anything like it.

Her bright, sky-blue eyes gleamed with a whole new enthusiasm as she began explaining to me, "It was on his person, stuffed away into his boot. Based on your autopsy reports, the killer burned his fingerprints off and beat his face to the point where we couldn't identify him, and his pockets were surprisingly empty- considering, by his clothes, he seemed to be a high-level business man. My theory is he had something important, very important, that the killer desperately wanted. The killer was thorough, but perhaps not thorough enough. Because," she took the object from me and toyed it between her fingers, "he left this behind."

I tried to fit that new fragment of information into the rest of the developing puzzle. Thoughtfully, I said, "I suppose that's a reasonable theory. From what I observed on the body, the killer isn't exactly what I'd call experienced. Perhaps if your theory is accurate, the killer is more of a thief than anything else. But why," I pointed at the object for emphasis, "would he leave that, if his sole point of murdering the man was to steal from him?"

Lulu set it down on the table and hauled herself up to sit down next to it, swinging her legs childishly as she replied, "Maybe that's not what he wanted to steal in the first place, so he didn't know about it. If the killer had wanted to steal something else, than it appears that he succeeded because the man's wallet and other articles besides his clothes are missing."

I faintly smiled; here we were, conversing like we were the detectives on the case, not the forensic scientists- well, more of a pathologist on my part. "You know what, let's wait for the DNA results and then tell the detectives what we know and leave it to them."

Lulu poked out her bottom lip in a puppy-dog pout and I laughed out loud. She complained, "Right when it's getting good, we always have to pass it on over."

"It's how it is Lulu, if you want something to entertain yourself with, you can run the contents of his stomach I brought up last night." I laughed again at her dramatic sigh.

"I already ran that," she said, handing me the file. "Pretty much what I can tell he hadn't eaten much more than a burger and fries recently. Nothing conclusive to this case at all."

"Not bad, baby sis, not bad." Her face broke out in a huge smile at the praise and I continued, "I have other patients to see, but I want to know the second the DNA results are in." With that, I twirled around with a flurry of my lab coat and prepared to take my leave.

"You realize your patients are dead, right?" Lulu called after me. "Good God, you spend more time around dead people than living ones."

I brushed off the insult; it was true, after all. It couldn't be denied. "Yeah, but they are better listeners than most and they don't complain when I examine them. And you can talk, you spend more time around computers and labs and chemicals and forensics than around anything else. Literally, you have no life outside of this!"

I had only meant it as a playful tease but as she turned away, I noticed her expression visibly darken as she stiffly cleaned up her work table. My comment had bothered her and I felt a twinge of guilt. My baby sister . . . the girl was only fourteen-years-old, and she had passed out of high school by nine, graduated from MIT at age twelve, and just gained her doctorate in forensic sciences. And she was just a child . . . a child living in an adult world.

Yes, I had followed a very similar extremely high-paced and high-stress lifestyle, and it was all I could remember. I had taken more of an interest into the art of pathology itself, and had landed my job at the FBI several years before, unlike my little sister who gravitated towards the forensic sciences and arts of the computer and technology. We worked uncannily well together, and we were essentially partners in crime.

"I'm sorry, Lulu," I said softly, moving forward to place a gentle hand on her shoulder. She jerked away and I lowered my hand.

"Don't you have some dead people to cut open, Cam?" she spat, and I knew that there would be no reasoning with her when she was like this. All previous traces of amicability had disappeared and she didn't look up as I walked away to leave once more.

I couldn't think of anything else to say at that moment but, "Keep examining that artifact."

She scoffed under her breath. "Duh."

I wanted to say something more but she still wasn't looking at me, so with a quiet sigh, I left her lab and shut the door behind me.