A wee bit of explanation first:

Okay, so... here we are. I have decided to put this idea onto paper. I have tried this before, in a different way, in my Gallifrey-Trilogy. In that story, the main character was called Theresa, a Timelord soldier from the Time War, who will also appear in this story here. However, here the main focus will be on her twin sister Valentina. I have created these characters basically 8 years ago, but they developed over time. In the beginning, they weren't even Timelords because I had never heard about Doctor who until I was like 17 (hey, so now you can figure that I am in my mid-twenties...).

Aaaaanyway... this story is trying to reflect the story-web I have been creating for the past 8 years or so. This is rather difficult because it would include a crossover of basically every TV show and book I have seen/ read. That's why I have put it down to basically Doctor Who with *some* Star Trek, CHERUB, Marvel and NCIS. You don't need to know these franchises, you probably won't even notice them. Because I have been working on this story for so long and because I have simplified the plot, there might be some continuity errors.

It will also appear rushed and more like a 'previously on... my mind'. Sometimes it is just a 'this happened, that happened', and it is upon you my dear reader, to have the imagination to display the characters and make them act. It is like me writing the script and you giving the actors stage directions. I hope you will like the style and transform the story into your own (in your mind).

I hope you enjoy this story and believe me, there are so many side quests I have developed over the years, that I could go on and on with this story. But this is basically what I think of before going to sleep, when daydreaming on the train or when sitting in a really boring lecture.

Oh, and I had to take out a lot of scenes because it is supposed to be M-rated...

Chapter 1

It was raining when Valentina hurried from the parking lot to the building close by. She was not wearing a jacket, and her blazer was sprinkled with wet drops when she escaped the wet conditions.

"Horrible weather, isn't it?" the security guard asked, when Valentina handed him her briefcase and walked through the body scanner. A green light appeared, and Valentina answered "I can't believe it's mid-summer" when she was returned her bag.

She looked at her watch and tried not to stumble with her high heels when she preferred to take the stairs rather than the lift. When she arrived, the foreign minister was already in his office as she could see him fixed on today's newspaper through the nearly closed door between his office and hers. She put down her bag next to her desk, and knocked on his door.

"Morning Mr Saxon, coffee as usual?" she asked. Although it had not been in her job description as private secretary of the foreign minister, asking for and bringing coffee had become a ritual the two of them were used to follow each morning.

"Morning, Valentina," he smiled when he looked up from the newspaper. "Yes, thank you, my dear."

Valentina left the door to her office open, but closed the one connecting her office with the hallway. She adjusted her skirt as it was her first day wearing it, and entered the common room where she met the other secretaries working in the office complex. She did not have a good relationship with any of them, as she found them arrogant, deceitful and childish.

They were sitting in the group of sofas, gossiping and drinking their morning coffees. Valentina only gave them a quick smile when she headed for the coffee machine.

"Hey Valentina," Heather shouted. "When do we finally meet your fiancé? Isn't it three weeks now that you've been engaged, and how long have you been together now?"

Valentina rolled her eyes, and was glad she faced the other side. None of these bitches believed that she was actually in a relationship, so they kept teasing her for her secrecy. Valentina did not really care; she did not need friends like them, and was glad that the minister had chosen her to become his private secretary so that she did not have much contact with Heather and her friends.

"We've been together for five years," Valentina responded, added two cubes of sugar to the coffee, and walked out of the common room again. Back in his office, she placed the up on Mr Saxon's desk.

"How are the bitches today?" he asked.

She shrugged. Although she was rather small, she did not lack confidence at all. "Stupid as always," she responded. "Xi's co-workers are much more accepting." Xi, Valentina's fiancée, worked at the CIA department for special operations abroad. They had met while she was undercover in the high school where Valentina had graduated from, and although on a mission, Xi had finally admitted her love for Valentina, and told her about her true identity. They were a couple ever since, and two weeks before, Valentina had finally decided to propose on a romantic midnight date on the beach.

Valentina returned to her office and started the computer. As a habit, she tried to tie her hair, but realised that she had cut it short at the hairdresser last week. She sighed. Her fiancée had not been happy at all about this drastic change, but she found that the short hair and her complete change in clothing had been a right decision over all. Also, being dressed perfectly professionally all the time and also outside conferences and meetings further fuelled her self-esteem. However, she was always careful to draw a line between self-confidence and arrogance, as she noticed these two characteristics nearly every day in the other secretaries.

The day felt like an eternity, and although she loved her work, Fridays were the worst. Nearly everyone was already gone, but she still had one e-mail to write to a British UNIT team who had asked for her and Mr Saxon's references to be sent over as part of a general investigation. At around 5 o'clock, her fiancée sent her a message – in Chinese – whether she was still working, and if she fancied a take-away meal as she was sure neither of them felt like cooking tonight. As Xi Wang was Chinese, but had grown up mainly in the UK, and Valentina was half German, they had decided to talk and write two days a week Chinese and two days a week German, to improve each other's language skills.

It was after 7 pm that Valentina returned home, and found that she arrived at the same time as Xi who carried two large boxes of Sushi. "How was work?" Valentina asked when they prepared the table.

"Fine. But we got another incident taken away from UNIT," Xi explained. They sat down and started eating.

"Funny. I've had contact with UNIT as well. I wonder what it actually is that they're doing."

"Me, too. All I know is that they're looking for extra-terrestrial life. But isn't that NASA's job?"

"You still don't believe in aliens, do you?" Valentina half-sighed, half-laughed.

"No! I don't believe what I see with my own eyes."

"The ghosts in London. The alien ship? These shape-shifters?"

"As a CIA agent I know I can blame the intelligence agencies for everything. You even believe in Area 51!"

"I'm just sure *something* happened. Not defining what, though," Valentina defended herself.

Xi wanted to answer, when her phone rang.

"Not again," Valentina exclaimed disappointedly. She had hoped for a nice movie night and a happy ending as she had only bought a new porn movie two days ago and they hadn't found any time for it yet. The guy of the shop already knew her very well, and always informed her if he found any lesbian Chinese-Caucasian film, as the couple always looked for inspirations.

"It's an emergency. A break-in at the Smithsonian. A guy from my team who is actually undercover in Japan is somehow involved. I need to go."

Valentina didn't answer when Xi kissed her on her lips, and put on shoes and jacket.

"I'll stay awake until you return," she finally said, and Xi blew her a kiss before she left the flat. Valentina sighed. There were still sushi rolls left to eat, but she didn't feel hungry anymore. She put the left-overs into the fridge and was about to switch on the TV when someone knocked at her door. She first thought it would be Xi who had forgotten something, but was surprised to see an old friend of hers when she opened the door.

"Theresa!" she said surprised. "Haven't seen you in ages?" Valentina stepped aside to let her old high-school friend in.

"Are you alone?" Theresa asked. She was taller than Valentina, had platinum blonde hair, and was dressed in a long black leather coat. Valentina had not seen her like this before, and was a bit surprised about Theresa's paranoiac scan of her flat.

"Yes, why?" Valentina asked and noticed a weird wristband of Theresa's.

"What do you know of Torchwood?"

"Well, apart from that you left the FBI to work with them – nothing?"

"What do you know about The Doctor?"

"Is it a code name?"

"Kind of. Sit down, Valentina. I need to talk to you."

Valentina hesitated, but realised how serious Theresa looked, and did as she was told.

"How much time has passed since you last saw me?" Theresa asked.

"About a year and a half?" Valentina wondered what this was all about.

"The last time I saw you was about five years ago."

"I'm sorry?"

"Any news?" Coulson asked when he entered the laboratory where Fitz and Simmons worked.

"About New York or about the stones?" Fitz asked.

"Depends on where you have news on."

"Both," Simmons answered with a proud smile.

"Then tell me," Coulson said, and also Daisy and Mei were intrigued.

"We continued the search that Loki had started when he had had access to the computer in Stark's building. We don't know what he was looking for, but we narrowed down the search parameters. Apparently he was looking for a person, and not for a weapon or location, as we had previously thought. The search parameters were wide, but we're down to 100,000 people. 70,000 of them are resident in either the US or the UK," Fitz explained.

"Are you still searching," Daisy asked.

Fitz nodded. "We think we might narrow it down to 20,000 people, but that's it. We – and neither Loki – have a name, or address, or even a date of birth. All he had entered were physical appearance conditions, such as pale skin and black hair. He didn't even know whether he was looking for a man or a woman."

"What about the stones?" Coulson asked.

"Well," Fitz opened a holographic image of the cuboid shaped stone. "The one we found in the time tomb in Cairo, and the one that UNIT London found in Shanghai definitely belong together. The signs on top of each read 'remembrance' and 'conscience' or 'time' in ancient Gallifreyan. 'Conscience' and 'time' have however the same translation. UNIT London was so nice to offer their database of Gallifreyan vocabulary. Their grammar however remains a mystery."

"Also, we believe there must be a third stone hidden somewhere," Simmons added.

"Any idea on where that one is hidden?" Daisy asked.

Both scientists shook their heads. "I talked with Osgood, a UNIT scientist, yesterday, and she believes that these are artefacts from before the war. She said she's ask The Doctor as soon as an appropriate version of him is seen on Earth.

"I think I will ask Thor about the war. He mentioned it once briefly, and as he is currently in DC, I could ask how much he knows about Gallifrey and whether Timelords except for the Doctor have been to Earth before or during the war," Coulson said. "Continue looking for hints," he added and left the laboratory again. He knew for a fact that Thor had agreed to a meeting with him and Fury to talk about the war that had destroyed nearly half the universe, and of which the humans did not know. Somehow Thor had not liked the idea that one Timelord continued visiting Earth from now and then. Perhaps a discussion with Thor might help Coulson understand what exactly had happened between Asgard and Gallifrey that made them the enemies they were today.