I woke up that morning and got dressed in my regular black skinny jeans, white top and black waist coat.

I checked my phone; I had one text from a mobile.

12:30pm Costa Coffee J.

'J' was obviously Jack and I still had an hour to get to Uxbridge after I ate a late breakfast.

I got on the bus at 11:55, I would make it.

The bus took half an hour and it took me the extra five minutes to get to Costa Coffee. I walked in and saw him sitting at a table at the back of the shop; he was still wearing that blue uniform.

"Hey" I said as I sat down after making my way to the table.

"Thanks for meeting me." He said while pushing a coffee to me.

"I have no idea why I am though, I hardly know you." I said before taking a sip.

"Well I'd like to change that." He said. "Ciara, this will sound strange, but do you believe in aliens."

"This is going to sound stranger, yes I do. Not the little green men time with egg heads though."

"Why?" He asked, generally interested.

"I don't believe were the only ones out there, for one, mars has traces of water on it, therefore if there was water there is a good chance that there was or is life on mars, maybe its just a string of simple organisms, but we were once too. Also the milky-way is just one of hundreds of galaxies and from the 'big bang' there could've been thousands of planets with the same potential as earth; maybe even more. Then there's the Daleks, they didn't seem to be from earth. Plus those laser stun gun things seemed a bit too advanced for earth."

"Smart girl," He said

"Thanks,"

"Stun gun things?"

"You must've seen it; it shot blue light from the arm like things. I was hit by one of them- it hurt a lot but I woke up later, so was my friend Erin, she must've reacted badly to it because she died from it." I said sadly. Jack just stared at me in amazement.

"Something wrong?" I asked, sipping my coffee.

"No, but there's something I should tell you"

"Would it be that you're possibly my real father?" I guessed.

"Whoa, how did you know?" He asked.

"It doesn't take a genius Jack, I look a bit like you, you asking my age etcetera tipped me off in the first place, the fact that I am nothing like my supposed father and your general interest in me." I said indifferently. "It also doesn't take a genius to work out that you're not from around here and you're armed."

"Smart girl indeed." He said smiling, he move his coat over the gun more.

"Thanks, so why the alien question?"

"Because it's my job and your right."

"Pardon? It's your job to do what?"

"Catch aliens, you were right, there is life on other planets. Sometimes they come here and we stop them causing havoc, then take their technology to arm the human race against invasion."

"We?" I asked.

"Torchwood. I run it, it's based in Cardiff"

I took a second to take in this information.

"So how did you find out about aliens?" I asked.

"I grew up with them; they are the norm in my time."

"Your time?"

"51st Century, I was born there but I travelled in time and space to end up here."

"How?" I asked.

"This thing" He said, tapping his wrist strap "When its working can take you anywhere any when"

"Okay, let me get this straight. You hunt aliens for a living, scavenging their technology to arm the human race against on coming threats, You are possibly my father, you also are from the 51st century and you also own a wrist strap that can take you anywhere in space" I said, trying to get my head around it. "If you're having me on, then I swear I'll never speak to you again."

"Nope, I'm not lying. That basically sums it up." He said. "What would make you think any different?"

"I've always been too gullible for my own good; I'm trying to get out of the habit. After all the Bull I've heard in my life it's hard to trust people."

"Do you trust me?" He asked hopefully.

"Surprisingly yes." I said after taking another sip of my coffee. "What did you want mum for last week?"

"Just to catch up, make amends, we didn't really end on good terms."

"No surprise there."I said.

"What do you mean?"

"She's had plenty of boy friends, over half of them didn't end so well nor did both her marriages." I explained.

"How's your sister? Caylee I think her name was."

"Yeah, she's fine; she's living with her boyfriend in Harefield. Wait, you knew her?"

"Briefly, she probably won't remember me; she was only 9 when we met." He said.

"Maybe, best not to mention you if were keeping this quiet." I said.

"Have you told anyone?" He asked.

"Nope, nobody because it would be bound to get back to mum. It was risky enough saying that you were my friend Courtnie."

"Yeah, I meant to ask you about that, what happened to your voice?"

"I don't speak normally to my friends, it's weird; but most things around me usually are. My voice goes higher pitched to match hers. It was the easiest way to fake an invitation." I said.

"Your right, most things around you are weird." He said, smiling.

"Thanks," I rolled my eyes. "But there's something weirder than me down my road. A police box appearing and being there one moment then gone the next. It was the day Saxon disappeared and President Winters was assassinated."

"A police box? Tell me Ciara, who lives near you?" He asked.

"The Thompsons's, Ms Dale, The Jones' and The Brooks."

"Jones'? Who lives there?"

"Uh, I can't remember the mother and fathers names, but there were three children, well not children, their older now. Uh Leo, Tish and Martha I think."

"Martha Jones? You're kidding?"

"No, she used to baby sit for us and look after me when 'dad' was drunk. I think she moved to America."

"Martha Jones happens to be a good friend of mine; she'd back in England and is actually working for me at the moment."

"Wow, small world."

"If you're still having doubts about me, speak to them. They know me well, tell them I said Hey, and Martha's fine."

"Will do."

We sat there for hours; he told me stories of his past, Torchwood and a man/alien called the Doctor. Apparently he's a 'Time Lord' who travels through space and time using a blue police box.

With all his tales, there was one fact that kept appearing. He could not die. He told me that I was wrong on a single count and the Daleks never stunned people; always kill. With this knowledge I realized that I couldn't die either.

It was getting late and we bid our goodbyes.