A/N: Welcome to my world.

This is a original story with the characters of Doctor Who. This story will travel all over the place, and raise a lot of questions, with some not being answered by the end. That is done on purpose, not accidentally.

This is the first of three "books" and I do hope you enjoy it.

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Christmas is always such a time for surprises. Some love the snow, or the shopping, or the giving and receiving of gifts. For me, its the surprise and the adrenaline rush. I know what you are thinking. "What adrenaline rush?"

Ahh... But you see, I live the life of a traveler. An adventurer. And that is why I packed up and moved "across the pond" to England. England and it's stoic weather. Fog, rain, clouds, rain, fog, a bit of sun, a cuppa tea and the aliens.

Don't you go rolling your eyes at this. I know what I am talking about. You have the first time it happened, and it's a hoax. Then it's hackers. Then its "some film that nobody knew was being filmed". But no. It's aliens. And robots. Changing memories. Disappearing hospitals.

I had to be here.

At first though, I should be more honest and say that originally it wasn't for the adrenaline rush. I was intrigued, for certain. And couldn't wait to hear what new things were appearing on the streets. I would wake up early every morning and go online to check the BBC for their morning/afternoon reports. I even went full geeky to download what ever people recorded and threw onto the web. I have a whole book of aliens, robots, stories, drawings... and that man.

Oh the very first time I saw him, it was for 3.2 seconds on the end of some shaky cell phone footage.

I paused the image... and I sketched him down. And then made it my next mission to find out who he was. And what a journey that sent me on.

Now, before I go further, I know what you are thinking. That I must be off my gourd for making such a bold leap, packing up a few things from my life and moving half-way across the world. You might be right. It's not the first time I ever packed and ran. And, knowing my life... I haven't stopped running yet.

Ahhh, but I am getting ahead of myself.

How about I go back to that man.

That strange, fabulous, enigmatic, brave man.

3.2 seconds was all it took. I had no name, no idea where he might be, and the only picture was from about 400 yards (or metres as they say here) away, on a blurry cell phone. So, I had a little bit more then nothing. Not much, but enough to get me started.

Within 20 hours I was walking through the streets of Cardiff. Tired, hungry and road weary, but I was where my journey would begin. (Ok, where it would continue, since I had already begun it when I started packing.)

My stomach growled as I neared a cafe, so I went in and ordered a cup of soup. Soup always warms the bones and they felt so cold from the wind off the wharf. As I ate the soup, I scrolled through my pad, and googled a bit of key words. "Strange man" "Brown coat" "Aliens". That was all I had. And England. I hit enter on the pad and suddenly there were a ton of hits. Over a thousand. I started at the top, and slowly scrolled through each one of the websites. Half were basic crap. A third were porn sites. And not in my taste. But there were three that seemed to be a bit more spot on.

My soup was long gone before I finished going through the most intensive of the websites. It was a very very minor blip on the screen when I began the search, but I a small tag on the screen that of course, heightened my hacker instincts. I pulled out ye olde laptop, and began some true deciphering and got in.

Pages and pages of stories, tales, photos... A whole "family" of people that at one time or another worked at TARDIS and worked with or for a Doctor. No name given, and some pictures of them, some going back in the years. Way back. I got so involved into the site, that I was barely distracted by the growling of my stomach...

I checked my watch and blinked up at the setting sun. I don't know how I got so engrossed into the site, but I apparently have been hacking it all day long. I stretched, feeling the pain of stiff muscles and a need for the "loo". I ordered some more soup, and went to the bathroom.

I came back to my table, to see a man, sitting in my seat, reading my laptop. The hairs on the back of my neck bristled with anger.

"And what the fuck do you think you are doing?"

"Oh now that is a good question," he responded, with a American accent, no less. "I thought I should find out who was the moron who thought to hack into one of my sites and sit in it all day long."

Ok... I will give him that. That was a level one stupid hacker-of-the-day mistake.

"What do you want with the Doctor?"

"Huh?"

"The Doctor. Don't tell me you aren't looking for him, otherwise you wouldn't have been knee deep in his companions. I know you aren't one of them. I know you don't know much, and I am not one hundred percent certain you are from here."

I grinned and said, "By my accent you know I am not from here."

He looked at me with very sparkling eyes, and grinned and said, "Not England. Earth." I laughed out-loud at that, and he smiled, not a very friendly smile, but it was a very teethy smile.

"Sorry to bust your bubble. Born, raised and trained here." I sat down and spooned a bit of soup while he continued to look over my computer.

"How did you do it?" I raised a eyebrow at the question and he grinned, more friendly now. And now I could relax a touch, and notice his relative hot-ness. "I have the best lockouts on all these sites, and you knocked through the wall, walked in, sat down and had full access? How the hell did you do that? And what do you want with the Doctor?"

"That was your best? Dude... You need some upgrades." At that he cocked his head at me and raised a eyebrow. "I want to know about the "doctor" if you must know."

"Like what?"

"Like... I dunno... He..." I huffed. How do you answer a question like that when you don't even know yourself. Then the man grinned at me and stuck his hand out in greeting.

"Captain Jack Harkness. I will tell you what... You show me what you did to my system and/or fix it, as in make it better, and I will see about letting you know about the Doctor."

I looked at his out-stretched hand, his pearly white teeth, the way he had so casually exuded cockiness and leaned back in his chair and waited for me to agree.

"No." He blinked. I could see a weird shadow cross his face and realized I had just told this man something he almost never ever hears.

"I'm sorry, what?" He sat up in his chair, as if that would shake his disbelief at what he heard.

"I have been in England less then 12 hours, had two meals at this table and hacked into your "best" software. And you think you hold the cards on this conversation?" He blinked again, now I know he is in a land he has never been in before. "You know of this doctor, and you have accounts of him. Accounts I can easily access if I tried. What I did today wasn't even trying."

He sat there quietly, trying to find a card to play as I ate my soup. I had another ace up my sleeve that will occur easily in... checked the clock on the wall behind the barista... 2 minutes.

He looked at me, and turned around to the barista and waved a finger and a wink, apparently, as she blushed and started working on his coffee. One minute. He turned back around at me, and seemed more sturdy, apparently having regained some of the ground that slipped out from underneath him a few minutes before. I smiled at him as I finished my soup. His coffee was delivered, and he flirted for a few seconds and turned back at me.

"You sat here all day, having just arrived off today's flight, no doubt. Are pinching pennies with bowls of soup, cause you have very little money on you, and no place to sleep. I think I have the upper hand on this one."

"Time's up."

"Huh?"

"You sat here, quietly, regaining your position while my computer has sat in front of you counting down. You failed to enter a safe word at a appointed time, that was 40 seconds ago, and now, not only are you locked out of my computer, but also all sites connected to yours." I grinned, sipping my glass of water.

"That's not possible," he said as I could see his mind working. The gears and cogs in his head starting to turn. "I am working on it Gwen," He muttered. "No, it's not possible." He glared at me and I saw some heat enter his eyes and I relaxed into my chair. He leaned forward towards me and I could hear a growl in his throat as he said the next words very slowly, "What the hell did you do?"

"I gained the upper hand."

He bounced out of his chair and spun around and yelled at me in a tone that carried down that street. "You will unlock Torchwood NOW."