Summary: A new girl shows up at the hub. Who is she to Ianto, and what does she have to do with the Doctor? Why hasn't Ianto spoken of her to Jack or anyone else? Is Jack getting jealous? Why are there two TARDIS's? And since when did the Doctor have family? Welcome the two youngest Jones sisters: Annabell and Luci.. who are also related to the Doctor?

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or Doctor Who or Robin Hood. They belong to RTD and BBC. But, I do own my own OC's.

Couples: JackxIanto. RhysxGwen. OwenxOC. RobinxMarian. GuyxOC.

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Doctor's Family: Chapter Seven: Edited

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Luci had done her best the next two days to not run into Guy on accident in the halls, to not talk to him at any cost, and to not look at him at the table. It was like no matter where she went, he was there. Why was it when she didn't want to be around him, he was everywhere? But, a little while back when she had been fantasizing about him and wanting to do nothing but talk to him, he was ignoring her.

Luci guessed Marian knew something must of happened, since at breakfast the next morning when the Sheriff came back, Guy tried to start a conversation with Luci, who ignored him. Luckily, the Sheriff didn't seem to notice or care. He was just happy to be back with 'his Lady Luci'. Marian didn't confront her or anything, but Luci could tell the woman noticed.

The brunette sat in her room the rest of the day, not even going to eat lunch. When dinner came around, she figured it was best to go before the Sheriff showed up at her room and demanded to know what was wrong with her. To her luck, she was only joining the Sheriff and Marian for dinner. "Where is Sir Guy?" Luci asked as the three sat down.

The Sheriff smiled at her, "He is away on business and won't be home till late tonight. He wanted me to send my regards to you, Lady Marian," he said turning to the other woman who faked a smile and then began eating. "You weren't at lunch today, Lady Luci." She pulled a face. "Is everything okay?"

"Just a stomach ache." She lied. "I wasn't feeling too well earlier. Actually, I haven't been feeling very well all night." The Sheriff quickly looked worried over his 'property'.

"Should I call for a doctor?" Luci smiled softly and shook her head.

"I think it's just from a lack of sleep, Sheriff."

The Sheriff thought for a moment. "You head off to bed, then." He said smiling at the woman. "I will come check on you tomorrow morning, and if you aren't doing any better, then I am going to call for a doctor."

"If only it was the right kind of doctor." Luci whispered to herself. "Thank you, Sheriff. I will be off then." She turned to Marian. "Good night, Lady Marian. I will see you at breakfast."

Marian looked skeptical through what of dinner Luci attended. She didn't think the girl was sick, but then again, she was kind of distance that morning which never happened. Marian smiled, "Good night, Lady Luci."

Luci bowed as she got up from her chair and walked out the room. As she walked away, she heard the Sheriff making small talk with Marian. She suddenly felt bad for leaving Marian alone with him, but she hadn't been lying...at least not a hundred percent. She didn't feel well, but not because she was sick. Unless, you could count what she was going through as love sick.

Why was Sir Guy out? And why was he being so weird to her?

The younger of the Jones' twins sighed, getting into her bed. She laid there for a long time, only starring up at her ceiling. She wasn't going to be able to sleep. Rolling over onto her side, she sighed. "What is wrong with me?"

Hours passed and Luci found herself not able to sleep. Around midnight, or what she guessed to be that time, there was a soft knock at her door. She immediately thought it was Marian or even Robin Hood, so she opened the door with no suspension. She found herself surprised to see Sir Guy of Gisborne standing at her bedroom door. "Sir Guy?" She wore her wavy locks down, flowing just over her shoulders, and only a silky white robe on. The man looked at her with hunger in his eyes. "What are you-"

He pushed passed her, entering into her room. "S-sir Guy?" She called again, confused. What was he doing here? She closed her door softly behind her and found her back against the cold door. His eyes were locked on her, full of hunger and lust. She blushed; how could any man - especially him - look at her with such...intensity? Luci's head snapped up when she realized that Guy was closing in on her. Suddenly, the gap between her and the man was gone.

Guy stood only inches in front of the brunette, examining her from head to toe. His eyes stopped, locked with hers. She quickly broke the contact and looked down at the floor. His finger gently moved across her cheek, caressing her. He cupped her cheek with one hand and forced her head up, locking eyes with him again. He leaned in, resting his forehead against hers; his thumb gliding over her rosy pink lower lip. In a swift move, Guy closed the gap between the two, kissing the girl fiercely.

To both Luci and Guy's surprise, the brunette kissed back. Guy then wrapped her up in his free arm, pulling her closer to him for better access. Luci's hands found themselves around Guy's neck, playing and toughing at his hair.

His hand gently trailed down her jaw, to her neck, and down to the tie of her robe. He quickly pulled the tie off; she moaned a soft, low moan into his ear. He moved his kisses to her jawline, neck, collar bone - kissing every inch of her pale skin. He lowered the robed around her shoulders; his mouth getting every inch of her her possibly could. Before Guy could go any lower, Luci pulled his face back to hers. The two starred into each others eyes yet again before continuing the kiss.

It wasn't until there was a knock at the door that the two stopped. This knock was much louder than Guy's had been; which meant it wasn't Marian or Robin trying to keep quiet. "Lady Luci?" Luci's eyes widened at the Sheriff's voice. What was he doing up? "Lady Luci?" He called again.

"Shit!" She cursed under her breath. "Hide!" She mouthed to Guy before shoving him off towards her closet. He only starred at her, confused. "Go!" She shooed him away, frantically. "Be quiet and stay hidden!" He only nodded before disappearing into her closet. He could only blink; he had never seen Luci like this. She was usually very shy and quiet, yet here she was with the guts and the attitude to tell him what - no command him on what to do.

Luci pulled her robe up, not bothering to get the tie that lay on the floor. She opened the door and faked a yawn. "Sheriff?" She asked rubbing her eye.

"Sorry, did I wake you up, Lady Luci?" He asked, worried. She only smiled at him warmly. "I apologies, but I thought I heard you moving about. I have also been worried about you all night, and I thought I'd come check up on you."

"Oh, that was just me moving around in my sleep. I do that when I'm sick sometimes. You know, can't sleep." She whispered with a shrug. "Though it was very kind to check up on me, Sheriff." He flashed a toothy grin at her. "But, if you don't mind... I would like to try and get some sleep. Besides, I don't want you to catch whatever I have - if I am really sick."

"Of course, Lady Luci." The Sheriff said. "And if you need anything, you know where my chambers are. Please, don't feel shy and scared to come in."

"Thank you, Sheriff. I will remember that." He went in for a good night kiss, but she pulled back. "Not sure if I'm sick or not, remember?" She said with a teasing smile. He pouted; which was really weird for her to see. She kissed the man's forehead and sent him off. Once he was gone and back in his room, she shut the door and sighed.

Why had the Sheriff had to have come over at this time? But then again... She glanced at her closet. Maybe it was better that he had. She didn't know if she would have stopped. Her mind wasn't in control then. Her body was just doing as it wanted...

The closet door opened and Guy stepped out, eyebrow arched at the woman. Luci frowned, looking down at the ground; she couldn't look at him now. "You're playing sick?"

She didn't have to explain anything to him. "Please, just leave." After all, it was his fault she was playing sick. And she couldn't tell him that. "This is wrong. I am with the Sheriff, and you are engaged to Lady Marian."

"But I don't love her." He reminded the brunette, stepping closer. He lifted her hand to her cheek, caressing it softly.

"But she if your future wife." Luci shot back, pushing his hand away. "And what am I to you? The Sheriff's whore?" She said rather harshly, but still in a quiet tone. She opened the door and stepped aside.

"Luci..." He whispered out, the first time he had ever just used her name, only to be cut off before he could continue.

"Please, just leave, Sir Guy." She begged softly, her eyes falling back on the floor.

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"Kill me now." Annabell cursed, resting her head on the desk in front of her. Since the earthquake, Ianto had become even more protective over her. Ianto couldn't stay mad at Jack and Tosh who had agreed to let her go out on the mission, so he just stayed mad at Owen who had actually insisted that she not go and was the one who protected her. And to make matters worse for the Timelady, Owen when back to not talking to her. And, on the plus side, Jack agreed to teach her in field training, against Ianto's will.

A couple weeks passed and Annabell still wasn't allowed out on missions, but Jack and Gwen kept her in field training. She learned how to shoot a gun, even though she was against it since her uncle was against violence; which was why he had a thing against Torchwood. She had learned a lot about everyone in Torchwood, minus Owen, and then the fact that Jack was immortal. He and Ianto had planned on telling her, but it just never came up. How would you bring that up in a conversation?

Owen hadn't really talked to Annabell unless needed too. He did his best to ignore her at all times while Annabell was doing everything in her power to make Owen acknowledge her just a little.

No one was in the hub right now besides Annabell and Owen. The whole team was out on a mission. The medic was in his autopsy room, sitting on the bed tabel by himself. He had his knees pulled to his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs, and his head resting on his knees. The Timelady stood at the top of the stairs, deciding on whether she was going to go down and talk to him or not. "You can do this, Annabell." She told herself. "Hey, Owen." She called. He turned and faced the girl, but only for a second before turning back around. She pulled a face. "Look, you can't keep ignoring me. I am on your team." He said nothing. Annabell only got more annoyed. "Why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you." He said back in monotone.

She scoffed. "Then why do you act like you hate me? You used to talk to me when I first started working here, then you just stopped. What did I do to you?"

"Nothing, you..." He trailed off, not finished.

"I what, Doctor Harper?"

"You made me fall for you." He called back angry. Annabell froze. He liked her? All along, she thought he hated her, but that was because he liked her? "And, it's wrong."

She raised an eyebrow. "Wha-"

"WE ARE HOME!" Rang Jack's voice through the hub.

Owen hopped off the table bed and landed on the ground. "It's nothing important. Just forget everything I said." And he walked off up the stairs and right passed Annabell.

Annabell just stood on the stairs, confused. What had all that been? Did Owen like her, or did her hate her? What was his problem? And why was he being so darn confusing?

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Luci faked being sick the next morning. She insisted that it was just a cold and that the Sheriff didn't need to call for a doctor, and that she would be fine after a couple days of bed rest. She really just didn't want to leave her room. What if she ran into Guy? She ended up not eating breakfast, and when lunch came around, Marian brought it to her. "You really aren't well, are you?" Marian said, noticing that Luci wasn't her usual cheery self.

"Marian... I don't belong here." Luci muttered sitting up. "I don't belong in this castle or here in Nottingham at all."

Marian blinked. "What do you mean?"

"I can't be here any longer, Marian. You know I was here using the Sheriff." She reminded the girl. "I've been here two months - maybe longer. I can't take this any longer, Marian. I miss my family. I need to get home."

"You...really want to leave?" She was going to lose the girl who had become like a best friend?

"I don't want to leave, Marian, but I need to leave." She explained. "I can't stay here anymore because my mask is slipping. The Sheriff is going to notice I'm faking eventually, so better now then later when he knows I'm nothing but a traitor."

Marian raised an eyebrow. "Your mask is slipping?"

"I..." Luci started. Could she tell Marian? Could she tell her that she was in love with her fiancee? "I can't pretend to be in love with the Sheriff because..." She gulped. "...I am falling in love with another man..."

Marian's eyes widened. "Who?" She asked eagerly. Luci said nothing, but her eyes fell to the ground. Who could Luci have fallen for? She didn't see any other men besides the Sheriff and Sir G- No way. She couldn't have, could she? "No way, Luci." Marian said, catching on. "Sir Guy?" She asked, unsure. Luci buried her head into her hands. There was Marian's answer.

"I know it's wrong!" She cried. "He's an egotistical bastard! And an ass! But I can't help it, Marian!" Luci looked up at the other brunette. "I need to leave before I do anything else."

"Else?" Marian asked, intrigued. "What did you do with him?" She asked in a fake flirtatious voice.

"Nothing!" Luci said quickly, her cheeks turning a deep shake of pink.

Marian's eyes widened. "Wait, you and Sir Guy actually did something?" She had been teasing the girl before, but now this was just weird.

"I am so sorry!" Luci flailed her arms about. "It was just a kiss. Well, kind of a kiss. It meant nothing, though, I swear." Maybe just a little. Marian didn't say anything, she just starred at Luci in shock. Luci had actually kissed Guy on will? "So I have to leave before I do anything worse than just a kiss."

"You're...being serious?" Marian asked softly. "You are actually starting to fall for Sir Guy..?" Luci hesitantly nodded. "But, that doesn't mean you have to leave!" Truthfully, she just didn't want Luci to leave. She could get over the fact that Luci was falling head over heals for her fiancee whom she loathed - maybe even get her a new boy to drool over, but she couldn't come to comprehend life without Luci in the castle. She had grown attached to the younger girl.

Luci nodded again, frowning. "It actually means I do. I'm sorry, Marian."

"Why?"

"Because, I can't fall for Sir Guy and be...with the Sheriff. It wouldn't work. Plus, he's marrying you, even if you're against it." Luci explained.

Marian was silent for a moment before asking, "When did you plan on leaving?"

"Tonight."

"What?" Marian hollered. This was all happening so fast. Luci shushed her. "You can't be serious."

Luci gave a half-frown, "Sadly, I am." What else could she do. "This isn't good bye, Marian. Just...farewell for the time being."

The older woman smiled. "Promise?"

Luci smiled back, "Promise."

Marian left Luci's room after a couple more minutes of saying her good byes. She explained how she was coming back to bring her dinner, and that then she would do another long good bye. Luci only laughed, and said she would be waiting.

Luci didn't know how to tell the Sheriff, so she just decided it would be best to leave a note. Notes were always the way to go. She would leave one for him and for Marian; this way no one expected she knew about Luci running away. But would she leave a note for Guy? Maybe she could visit him before she left. Yeah, she would try that.

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It was late, almost two in the morning, and Annabell just sat on her bed. She couldn't get over what Owen had said to her earlier that week. It had been three days since then. "Owen...why do you have to make this so complicated?" She asked softly. He hadn't talked to her in three days. Like, literally. It was worse than before. Before, she used to get a good morning or a hello, but now there was nothing. It was almost as if she just didn't exist in his world anymore.

Annabell suddenly got an idea. She smirked, "Annabell Jones, you are a genius. Why didn't you think of this sooner?" She hopped off of her bed, still on in her pajamas which was just a simple off white camisole and a pair of black pajama pants with little white stars. She ran to her closet and grabbed a jacked; it was a violet purple with black striped-plaid on it, and a pair of black converse.

Being as quiet as she possibly could, Annabell sneaked out of Ianto's flat. Luckily for her, Jack was here again, so Ianto probably wouldn't come and check on the noise of the door closing. Once outside, Annabell thanked herself for grabbing a jacket. It was raining, much harder than she would have liked, but not caring or wanting to wake up Ianto or Jake to get a better coat, she headed for Owen's flat. She was going to make him talk to her whether he wanted to or not.

When she got there, she let herself onto the porch of his flat's front door. She found 'Dr. O. Harper' on the buttons, and pressed his name a couple times, ringing the doorbell. There was no doorman to let her in, so she would have to hope Owen would answer. When he didn't, she did not give up. Annabell sat down on the porch, doing her best to stay out of the rain.

Owen had gone out drinking that night to get drunk to the point where he didn't remember anything and have sex with some random woman, but he couldn't bring himself to flirt with any of the woman. Because when it all came back to things, the only thing on his mind was- "Annabell?" The medic asked when he saw the young girl leaning again his flat's door. What was she doing out here in the rain? "Annabell?" He called out again. When she didn't respond, he scooped the girl up into her arms, sighing.

He unlocked the door and took the elevator of the third floor which belonged to him. Once inside, he laid the girl down on his couch. "Annabell, please wake up." He said shaking her shoulder. She only stirred, rolling over on his side. He sighed again. "I really don't wanna have to change you out of your wet cl-" His voice trailed off, and he blushed. Luckily, only he knew. "Come on, Annabell." He said much softer this time, cupping her face in his hands.

Her eyes fluttered opened slowly, blinking as she came to reality. "O-Owen?" She asked, obviously confused. Her eyes widened as she became aware of her surroundings. "I-I-" She stuttered. "I'm in your flat." She pointed out bluntly. "Soaked." She sat up, wrapping her arms around her arms. Owen was seated on the arm of the couch beside her.

"Yeah, genius. You sat out in the freezing rain." He said, rolling his eyes, but a small smile on his lips. "What were you thinking?" He asked, helping her to remove her jacket.

"I wanted to see you." She blurted. Her cheeks flushed at her outburst. Her blue eyes fell to the floor below her. He was walking to hang up her jacket. She wrapped her arms around herself again. "To- to, uhh, talk to you.."

He raised an eyebrow. "You see me everyday at work."

She turned around to face him. "Ah- yeah, but you ignore me at work!" She shot back rather quickly. "I.." She paused, taking a breath. Her blue eyes met his brown. "I really needed to talk to you. About the other day."

He sighed. "Don't do this, Annabell."

"Do what?" She shot back, rather harsh. "We aren't doing anything. There's nothing to not do."

"So let's keep it that way."

She puffed out her cheeks. She released the air, blowing strands of her wet hair out of her face. "Come on, Owen. It's been bothering. I wanna know what you meant that day."

He sighed, sitting opposite from her now on a chair. "I can't."

"Can't what?" She asked, scooting forward on the couch so that she was on the edge of it. "Can't be friends with me?"

He chuckled, a low almost sorrowful laugh. "I know that wouldn't work."

"And why not?"

"I like you, Annabell, don't get me wrong, I really, really do.." He trailed off. Annabell didn't speak, not sure what he was going to say next. "But it wouldn't work."

She bit her lip. "Are we talking about friends now or more than friends?"

He lowered his head, eyes glued to the ground "Annabell, I was in love a long time ago. To a woman named Katie. I loved her with all of my heart, and she loved me back. We were engaged to be married. She was killed by an alien, which is actually how I got my job in Torchwood." He took a breath. "Two years ago, I met Diane and fell in love with her in only a week. I lose everyone I love. I don't want to lose you in my life, even if that means not being with you."

"Owen." She said sharply, his head snapping up. To his surprise, she was close. Their lips were only inches apart. "I'm not going anywhere." She assured the man. "So please stop acting as if I don't exist, and as if I don't feel the same back."

"Annabell-" He started, but he was cut off when she closed the space between them. He was taken back, startled by her fierceness. He took a moment, but he quickly responded to the kiss, deepening it. He pushed the girl back against the couch. Her hands reached for the bottom of her camisole and in one swoop, with his help, the wet camisole was tossed on the ground. He was the first to pull back, starring at the blonde's body. "You don't want this, Annabell. You will regret this in the morning." She placed a single index finger over his lips.

"I don't know about tomorrow," she said kissing him on the lips. "But right now, I want this." She kissed him again, tugging at the hem of his shirt. She lifted the shirt, his arms went up, and the shirt landed with hers on the floor. "I." She kissed a third time. "Want." Another. "You."

And that was all he needed to hear. He kissed her mouth, her jaw, then her neck, down her chest, stomach to the hem of her pajama pants. He slowly removed the wet clothing. He picked up the girl in his arms as he had done before and carried her into his bedroom. He laid the blonde down on his bed and starred down at the beautiful girl beneath him. He leaned in and whispered into her ear, "You're beautiful." She went to kiss him again, but he stopped her. "Annabell, if you really do care about me the way I care about you, then we shouldn't do this."

"What do you-"

Owen sat up, resting one elbow, his other arm draped across her. "Let's do this right." She sat up on her elbows, confused.

"By right, you mean like dating?"

He smiled, brushing a stand of hair behind her ear. "Maybe." She frowned. "I wanna do this right if we are going to do this at all." He cupped her cheek with his free hand. "Like we can start off with say a movie, dinner, and a drink?" He offered. "And if we make it through all of that, then we can pick up back here."

She smiled genuinely at him. "I would like that." The two sat up in an awkward silence. "Should- Should I go?" She asked, grabbing a pillow off his bed, covering herself.

"It's raining out. You could stay over." She raised an eyebrow at him. "No funny business. Just sleep." He promised.

Annabell smiled, liking the sound of that. "Do I get to stay in bed with you?" She asked, almost like a shy child.

He laughed; a real Owen Harper laugh. "If you can trust me not to do anything."

They ended up putting all of her clothes in the dryer, and she borrowed one of Owen's T-shirts and a pair of boxers. Owen normally slept in only boxers, but with his female friend, he wore a white beater as well.

The two laid down in bed, side-by-side. Owen wrapped his arms around the blonde's small figure, resting his head against her back, and Annabell found herself fitting perfectly into the shape of the older man. Gently, before dozing off, Owen kissed the top of her head. A smile never left either of their faces the whole night.

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Dear Sir Guy of Gisborne,

I'm sorry to have left everything like this. I don't know where I will go, but I couldn't stay in that castle any longer, and for that I am sorry. I am sorry for all those looks at the table. I am sorry for all the accidental bumps in the hallways. I am sorry that we never got to be another more than a kiss in my chambers. I am sorry for it all.

But I am not sorry for all the looks at the table. And I am not sorry for the accidental bumps in the hallways. And I am most definitely not sorry for the kiss in my chambers.

I really do wish there was more we could have done, but what could we have? I was there to be with the Sheriff, not with you – an engaged man. I hope you and Marian have a wonderful wedding; don't send me an invitation, please. I hope everything works out in your life. I hope you are happy in your latter years.

Take care of Lady Marian for me. I know it might seem weird to you that we got so close in such a short time, but she was like my older sister. So please, take care of her. Make sure she is happy. And who knows, maybe one say you two can actually be a happy couple?

Lastly, don't come looking for me. I'm not sure where I will be heading after I send these letters, possibly somewhere far, far away, but I am never sure as to where I will end next. I am what people would call an adventurer – I am constantly moving around. I can't explain it to you now, but maybe one day I will visit again. Maybe. If it doesn't hurt to much.

With all her love,

Luci Jones.

P.S.: None of it was fake.

Guy had read the letter ten or so times now. How could she have left without a proper goodbye? He hid his letter, not letting Lady Marian or the Sheriff see it. The Sheriff was in his room crying – no, sobbing. She had left him a letter too – something about going to see her family, or some other lie. He wondered if Marian had gotten a letter sine the two were close.

Probably. He would go talk to her later, after his heart stopped aching.

If that was even possible.