I was walking home from the bus stop when I saw Tish walking in front of me.

"Tish?" I called.

"Ciara?" She was confused at my slight urgency.

"Tish, can I speak to you some where privet later if you have a minute please?" I asked as I caught up with her.

"Yeah, sure. Come round for tea, we haven't seen you in ages. Tell your mum then come round." She said kindly.

"Thanks Tish."

I walked over to my house and let myself in.

"That you Ciara?" Mum called from upstairs.

"Yeah, but I'm not sticking around, Tish invited me for dinner so I'll be back later."

"Alright love" She said.

I left the house once more and walked two doors down to the Jones' house. I knocked and waited for the door to open. It was the kind old face of the father; Clive, his name I suddenly remembered.

"Hey Ciara, come in." He said.

I walked in and through into the kitchen, a heavenly smell of spaghetti bolognaise was in the room.

"Smells amazing" I commented.

"Thanks, you sticking around for dinner?" Ms J asked.

"If you wouldn't mind" I said.

"Not at all, your always welcome here Ciara, you know that."

"Thanks Ms J."

"Tish is upstairs, she said for us to send you up." Ms J said.

"Okay, on my way" I said as I began to climb the stairs. I got to Tish's room and knocked.

"Come in!" She called.

I walked into the familiar bedroom.

"You wanted to speak to me about something?" She asked.

"Well, somebody. Tish, promise me you won't interrupt me."

"Promise, go ahead"

"Last Saturday I was home alone on the computer, mum and Jake were at work and the twins were out. A man knocked on the door, asking for mum, I told him that she was at work and wouldn't be home for a while. The man began to question me, I told him the truth and he left, giving me a card and telling me to call him in a week. I called yesterday and we spoke again, he was asking more questions about me. I again told the truth and he asked if we could meet in Uxbridge today. I know it was stupid but I went. There I pieced together the possibility of him being my real father. He realized the exact same thing. Tish, do I remind you of anyone? Anyone at all?"

"Well, yeah but he lives in Cardiff."

"Would his name be Captain Jack Harkness?" I asked.

"He was here? He's your father? What do you know?"

"Yes, Maybe- it's a very likely chance because remember the Daleks?"

"Who could forget them, they killed thousands of people."

"Well, I was hit by a beam from one of them. But I woke up. It seems I can't die. Nor can Jack. As for my knowledge, it's very limited. I only just found out about this today." I admitted. "He said to say Hey from him and tell you Martha is fine."

"Oh, my, god. He told you everything didn't he?"

"About the Doctor and the year that never was? Pretty much, but I don't know all the details" I said "And by the sound of it I don't want to either."

"Who else knows?" She asked.

"Just me, I won't tell anyone."

"I think we need to talk to mum and dad about this, I'm sure Martha already knows."

She guided me down stairs and into the kitchen.

There I re explained everything. Just as I finished Ms J got a call from Martha.

"Martha? What's wrong?" She said.

There was a pause for Martha to reply.

"No, she's here and just told us."

Another pause.

"Right, well, we'll speak to you later." Ms J hung up the phone. "Apparently Jacks on his way back to Cardiff now." She said.

I just nodded.

"Do you think he could be?" I asked them.

"Very good chance sweetie." Ms J said sadly.

"Well at least that would mean I'm not related to that man who ruined the first half of my life." I said.

"Ciara, what's going on with that?" Clive asked.

"I don't know, he wants to take mum to court because he claims she's brain washed us and forcing us not to see him." I said, "It's a big mess really, but I will never forgive him. He's causing mum so much stress and she's still recovering from the cancer."

"How is she?"

"Groggy all the time, its affecting everyone else. Everyone's been getting head aches its just really weird." I said, sighing.

The night played out well and I went home after dinner, you could never find a problem with Ms J's cooking. I was still worried about Mum but I tried not to think.