Chapter one:
She ran and ran as fast as she could go. She had run out of bullets halfway through the chase and was left with nothing but a wailing baby and an empty pistol strapped to her hip. They were coming for her and there was nothing she could do. The only other person she trusted with her life and her baby was too far away and for once in her life she had run out of time. The orphanage was her only option, one she hated, but it was but it was the only option. Only if she could have it her way life would be so much easier than the decision she was making as she ran through the street, in the middle of the night. Helicopters' blades echoed in the alleys as if surrounding her. A spotlight followed her fast, and she gave her legs everything that was left. Sirens wailed startling the child. "Hush now," she paused. She couldn't say it was alright because it obviously wasn't! "Mother will protect you." Sadly it was the only truth in the situation.
There! The porch-light on the front of the building filled her with dread but hope dwindled there as well. The sound of a gun made the mother jump. Faster and faster she ran cradling the child as close as she could, tears blinding her as the cold nipped at her nose. When she reached the steps she was in hysterics holding the child. BANG! She jumped again and cradled the child closer. She was hidden under the porch roof, thankfully the helicopters went away. For now that is. She placed the child on the step, drowning in blankets, and pulled a note and envelope out if her coat, resting it inside the blanket with the child. She knelt by the child, picked her up and attempted to compose herself, and failed miserably. "I'll be back for you sweetie," she paused again; she can't promise something she is unsure of...but she knows she'll try. "I won't give up until I see you again. I love you Rebecca. Your mother loves you remember that."
With a final kiss on the child's head, she placed her daughter back on the porch step, lightly knocking on the door, and then slowly backing down the steps, eyes not leaving the child. One smaller cry left the baby's lips and the mother shed a tear turning and running away into the night, back on the chase into the shadows. Sirens began to wail once again, then a single gunshot rang out, and the child wailed once more.

21years later

"Well shoot!" Rebecca groaned as two cop cars swerved out behind her. She really should know better but honestly it was a mustang what could she say? They always were her favorite. "Time to let the horses run!" she smirked and slammed down in the gas.
They trailed her through 25 lights, 10 of them were red lights, 7 almost caused an accident, and one cop car rolled when it rounded the corner to hard. She laughed, more than she should have probably but she had only an hour of sleep in the last three days things started getting funnier and funnier! She spun the wheel and came to a sudden stop when a cop car came from around the block right in front of her. She didn't have time to talk she reached in the passenger seat grabbed her holster and her pistol out from under the seat. She opened the door through her gun in the air and fired a single warning shot, all the while strapping her holster to her hip, then taking off down the road.

As she was running she heard several shots behind her but all missed, only shattering things on either side of her. It was the middle of the afternoon, around 5 o'clock and the sun was still shining down making her hot on the cool summer day. She made the mistake of bringing her jacket with her. It was just extra luggage tied around her waist. She didn't need it, but she did. Besides her necklace it was the only thing of comfort to her anymore. She rounded the corner, ran through a parking lot and hid around the corner. She had lost them, for now. She was fast and she knew it. She had dealt with a lot of cops over the past 4 years and was getting used to all the running that came with it. Where was she anyways? That was thing depressing thing when you're on the run for so long, you don't take time to observe the surroundings except for when it's absolutely necessary. It was an old apartment complex, it was homey, to Rebecca anyways, graffiti walls, and cluttered with old random cans of spray paint. One still filled with paint she used to make her own mark, a big blue star. Her favorite color too. "There!" a man shouted behind her.

Darn it! She thought. I got too sidetracked. Play it cool, try the P.H.A.T. approach. One of her personal favorites, "Hello Sweetie!" she said playfully. "How can I help you?" she looked at the cop in the front of the trio. He wasn't bad looking actually, ain't that a first? She thought.

"How are we gonna play this out? The easy way or the hard way?" He gave Rebecca a stern look.

She tisked at them, "Oh will you boys never learn? I prefer the hard way! I live the hard way!"

"Suit yourself." The officers slowly walked towards her. So she slowly walked back.

Slowly she took one step after another, making sure to swing her hips when she did so. She gave them a winning smile, the officer in the back of the group began to swoon. She stopped 20 yards away and cackled. "Oh boys?! I think your forgetting one thing. Who is the sure shot again?"

Looking confused the officers raised their eyebrows and stopped in their tracks. Only they realized too late. Rebecca reached down grabbed her gun and shot the two officers behind, and then when she went to shoot the cute one she pulled the trigger and, CLICK. Damn, empty. He grabbed his gun and held her at point until she had no choice but to place her gun in the holster, and slowly continue to back up. He advanced faster, at a steady walk, and then her back pressed against a wall. She had run out of room, if she ran he'd just shoot. She had no place to go, and hardly any time to think. When she had an idea. With a gun to her chest, and a man looking her in the eye what else was there to do? She sighed deeply, smiled and licked her lips. "Fine. You want me take me!" She put her hands above her head, and rolled her eyes.

This shocked the officer so much it took him a half a second too long to compose himself. Without a second thought she grabbed the gun out of his hand and smacked him across the face with the stock, sending him backwards. She took a step forward and opened the gun, pouring the bullets on the ground, and throwing the gun in a nearby window. Making sure he was knocked out she kicked him in the head and turned to see what she was knocked against. A police box? What was a police box doing here? She reached out for the door to go inside and look, but it was locked. The keychain on her neck became warm. She took the key off her necklace and tried at the lock, assuming it wouldn't work. The lock turned and the door opened. She stuck her head in assuming it would be small and nasty probably filled with trash. It wasn't small, and it wasn't nasty it was huge! There was a glowing green column in the center of the room and a control panel surrounding it. "Wow!" She was in complete awe. It was beautifully incredible.

She walked in only to have heard a groan and a voice coming from somewhere inside. "C'mon then sexy! Where are we off to next?" he said coming up a set of stairs.

He stood on the other side of the control panel staring at a monitor. She said nothing not wanting to be noticed when he looked up. "Oi! Where did you come from? You an alien?" He pointed a very odd looking type of screwdriver at her. "Are you involved with Torchwood?"

"Umm..." she stared at the man unsure what to say. "Um. I came from outside. Don't go out there! No I'm not an alien, and what in the world is Torchwood?"

"One! Why not go outside?"

"You just don't want to."

"Works for me. Two! Good I've had enough aliens for one day. And Three. Torchwood is a huge enterprise designed to keep earth safe from alien invasions and so on."

"By the way, who are you? And why is this box or how for that matter is it bigger on the inside?"

"I'm the Doctor. And this is the T.A.R.D.I.S.. And you are?"

"I'm Rebecca. Rebecca Lee Song."