I don't own anything to do with Doctor who, only my character, Ebony.

When she woke up she found herself in a bed. She remembered getting up and finding the bed was under the floor of someone's office. She wondered round the place until she found someone that was sitting at a computer station. He had looked at her then said:

'Alright love? How you feelin'?'

'Like Shit. Who are you?' she asked. He got out of his swivel chair and walked over to her.

'I'm Owen.' He held out his hand for her to shake. She took it.

'I'm Ebony.' He still had hold of her hand.

'I know. I'll take you up to him.' He pulled her along and up some stairs before leading her into a large room with a huge table in which a man was sitting at. 'I'll leave you to explain, Jack.' Owen said as he left the room.

That was when she was told about Torchwood and the truth about aliens. That's how she joined them. That was a year and a half ago.

And Jack was sitting in exactly the same seat then as he was now.

'Jack?' She said as she walked over to him. He swung round on his chair to face her.

'Ebs. Is everything okay?' She perched herself, next to him, on the edge of the glass table.

'Not particularly.' she sighed and looked at him. 'I keep getting this feeling again. Like something calling me. It's just so close, Jack. I just can't get to it. Every time we go looking for some kind of clue it,' she tailed off and sighed again. 'I don't know. Like, lifts off a layer and the memories I need become nearer. Like pass-the-parcel. Or like a word you know you have heard and used before but you just can't get the right trigger for your memory to get it.' She buried her face in her hands. She just felt like screaming. Jack comfortingly put his hand on her knee and continued to look up at her.

'You have the feeling again? Where is it calling you to?' He asked in a soft voice.

'Cornwall.' she said uncovering her face. 'St. Michaels Mount, the island with a castle type thing on top. Gets surrounded by the sea when the tides up.' He smiled at her. Then, as he stood up, he pulled her up with him and held on to her upper arms with his strong hands.

'Let's go then. At least this one's calling you to somewhere relatively close this time. It was hell driving up to the Shetlands.' Bless him, she thought. She couldn't expect him to go with her every time she remembered a place from, what she now called, her past life. But she did need to go.

And if someone had to go with her, she would want it to be Jack. He had looked after her since she got wasted in London. To this day she still doesn't know why he turned up and why he brought her to Torchwood, but she suspected it might have been her hospital notes. Toshiko had access to every kind of file imaginable.

Dentist's records, criminal records, hospital records. Even files she wasn't supposed to be able to open, she still could.

When she had told her Doctor about the flashes of memory of aliens he must have written it down in her notes. Toshiko must have stumbled across them somehow and showed Jack. But that was just a suspicion.

'Jack, I can't ask you to go with me again. It's just going to be another dead end. We won't find anything.' He gave her a disappointed look.

'Ebony, when we found you I told you that I was going to look after you. That means helping you. And if that entails following some wild goose chase round the world, then so be it. And besides, what have you got to lose?' He raised an eye brow. 'Another one of Owen's wonderfully detailed PM's?'

Her colleagues probably didn't understand why she kept disappearing off to random places with Jack. But they accepted it and wished her luck. Toshiko always gave her a hug and told her to keep in regular contact in case something happens. Ianto would pat her a couple of times affectionately on the shoulder and would tell her to look after Jack. And Owen would give her a slap on the arse and a wink and tell her to 'Bring back a t-shirt, Darlin'.' Then as she would respond with a 'Piss off.', He would say, 'I'm a medium on top. But if you bring back some boxers then you'd be better off gettin' a Large.'