A/N - this is an original episode

▒ x. the ginger and the blue

Oh. My. God. This car is so comfortable! Here I am, listening to Panic! At The Disco, (the song, Hurricane) watching myself drive, but I'm not actually driving, and just sucking on Tic Tacs I got offered by myself. Sure, I'll eat them. I bought them!

"I led the revolution," I start singing, "In my bedroom, and I set all the zippers free. She said no more war, no more clothes, defeat me... Oh, kiss me!" Older me laughed.

"Brenden Urie can do that do me any day."

"Oh, hell yeah!" We collapse laughing and I suck another Tic Tac. "So where do you live?" I ask. "Or more, where do I live?"

"You'll see."

"If it's a mansion, I will freak. Too much cleaning."

"It's not a mansion, it's an two bedroom apartment in a good area of Cardiff. Beachfront. Spacious, two living rooms, a library, two studies, a dining room, big laundry, humongous kitchen, two humongous bathroom and big rooms. It looks like a display house, I got all the furniture from Ikea."

"Did you have the Swedish meatballs when you went there."

"No way. They're disgusting." I laugh. "Yeah, they are."

"I've got the penthouse flat, so there's a garden on the roof. Not really a garden, just an outdoor living area." Woah.

"Serious?"

"Serious. Jack and Rose live nearby and all the Torchwood Three staff parties are at my place. And there's a lot of them. Everyone just comes over to my flat for no reason what-so-ever!" The song changes to Turn Off The Lights and she starts singing. She's better than me. Good, I think the most I can deserve is a voice like Rachel Berry. "I've got the top two floors and the roof," She explains, "The bottom floor, in the middle of it is the door and lift, and on that floor is one living room, kitchen, dining room, a bathroom, laundry and a study. The second floor, you get up two it using the lift, but you need to go from my apartment to get up to it. That's where all the rest is, and then on top is the outdoor living area. Good for getting a tan. But I can't do that, I'm stuck with this pale skin." She points at her face. "Still, Rose, Suzie and Tosh enjoy it, and Ianto does a bit too. I swear, if he didn't say that thing he said in Children Of Earth to his sister, I would have believed he was completely and utterly gay. He wears pink shirts literally everyday." I laugh at that.

"Have you done anything about the Cyberwoman?"

"It hasn't happened yet. Anyway, he hasn't got a girlfriend. I don't think it happens in this universe."

"Oh, okay..."

"But, still, I'm keeping an ear out."

"How long am I staying here?" I ask. I'm really eager to know that. I mean, when do I get back to the Doc? Because I know I do, but I don't know what episode I get back to him in and when it will be. Older me sighs. "I'm sorry, but it's going to be a long time."

"What do I do, then?"

"Work at Torchwood?" She turns to me and smiles. "We need another member."

"'Kay."

"We'll be there soon. I'm sure you're hungry, there's heaps of food."

"Cool."

Oh. My. God. It's humongous! And I've only seen one floor! And we got a lift, a lift, up to the apartment, straight to it. Unbelievable. "Where did you get the money?" I ask.

"I didn't. Psychic paper. Anyway, kitchen." She walked over to the pantry and chucked me a bag of Twisties. "Here. Enjoy!" I nodded at her and went to the lounge room. There's a plasma screen and movies from the 80s all the way to 2017. Where the hell did she get these? I pick up the Three Amigos (an all time favourite of mine) and pop it in the DVD player. The plasma automatically lit up and I started to watch the movie.

Five days later, older me came home from work, took her suit jacket off and sat down next to me. I was watching Back To The Future III at the time and she said, "I need some Twisties." Oh crap, I thought. I ate them all. She went to the pantry and ran back saying, "Where are they?" I pointed to my stomach and she groaned. "Summer fringin' Watts, I don't want the Doctor not to love me just because you eat too much. Stop eating!"

"I'm not a Time Lord," I retaliated. "I have to eat."

"You pig! No human eats as much as you unless they're a fatty on Biggest Loser!"

"Fine. I am eating too much. It would help if we had any dinner material!"

"Fine. I'll get takeaway tonight."

I woke up to Brendon Urie. Literally. Other me made a big poster above the bed and put it there. She told me she wanted David Tennant but she couldn't get it. Apparantly he doesn't exist in this universe, and in Harry Potter and The Goblet Of Fire, Barty Crouch Jr was played by some other guy. I asked her why didn't she just get the Doctor to pose for a sexy photo, and she just laughed and said the Doctor always looks sexy. Unless he's an old regeneration like one.

I have to agree there.

I'm starting my first day of work today. I've never worked in my life! And myself isn't even paying me, so I guess it doesn't really count. But it does, because I live in this penthouse apartment (with myself), which has a massive swimming pool on the roof, a plasma TV and lots of other great features. When she explained about the flat, she failed to mention that the bedrooms have massive ensuites as well, so yeah. It's completely awesome.

I got up from the four poster bed and went over to the wardrobe. I went shopping with Summer's psychic paper and got some clothes, but then she took me to a tailor who sells stuff for Torchwood cheap, and it's clothing just like in Skulduggery Pleasant. I mean, just call it Bespoke Tailors and be done with it. The dude who worked there was really creepy, he took my measurements and made the clothes within an hour. It's a suit with a TARDIS blue tie and a bulletproof coat that goes down to my feet. He also made me leather boots with TARDIS blue lace and on my suit jacket, one of the front pockets got a screenprint of the Torchwood logo on it. It's pretty awesome.

I got changed into said clothes and looked into the mirror. Other me also got me weapons, so I picked up my belt, put in on before putting the bulky coat on, and stuck in the two swords and a gun. My load should be really bulky, but the belt made the load lighter. Some 51st Century thing or something. I pulled my black and blue flyaway hair into a ponytail, leaving my fringe out. I decided not to pin it back, so it covered my right eye. I looked into the mirror, and saw a very goth looking girl looking back.

I don't think I should be called Summer. That's too sunny and cheery for what I look like at the moment.

Hey, I chose that name. Maybe I should have chosen something darker. Or something more convential.

I opened my laptop (Summer bought it for me, she steals Jack's vortex manipulator sometimes, and goes into the future to buy stuff. That's why most of her stuff is so new) and turned on some music on iTunes. Don't Let Me Fall by B.o.B comes on after I press shuffle and I sing it softly. I sit on my bed in my surprisingly comfortable suit and think to where the Doctor and Rose are at the moment.

"Ready?" Older me asks, one eye going up like Spock. "Did I really take that long?" I ask.

"Yep. Are you ready?"

"Yeah. Let's go," She walked over to the lift, her long coat swishing as she walked. The lift pinged open and she walked in, and then I did. She pressed the button on the lift and it started to move. "So, what do you think?" Older me asked. "About today, I mean."

"Scared, freaked out that I meet Captain Jack Harkness."

"Honey, he's taken and you're going to marry the Doctor one day."

"Yeah, yeah, he's still sexy." The doors pinged open and we walked out into the underground carpark. It was basically empty, spare our red Range Rover and a blue Mercedes. We walked over to the car and got in. And then it suddenly dawned on me.

I'm going to work at Torchwood!

You never expect much when you start a job. Whether you're in a office, the best thing there is is a coffee machine. Or in a restaurant, you'd be pretty lucky to get a free lunch. Work is boring, and not something anyone looks forward to.

Except if you work at Torchwood.

It's not everyday you meet Captain Jack Harkness, have a pterodactyl fly over your head and fight a weevil with a sword. I felt like I belonged for once in my life and it felt fantastic. When I first came in, everyone was surprised at how I was actually a younger version of their boss. Ianto gawped at me for the first hour, but then he got used to me. We started talking (talking to Ianto Jones! I'm just going to fangirl now!) and now we're really good friends.

Tosh was friendly, she did my medical inspection and chatted all the way through it. It was pretty fun!

Jack was a bit more than friendly. He flirted with me from the minute I walked in. He only stopped when Rose took him into another room. I didn't even want to know what they were doing. Even though I can guess.

There's one thing I was angry with myself about. Rose. I know she was nice to me all day, I am grateful for that, but I don't deserve and I still feel guilty that I left her. I shouldn't have done what I did, I didn't really think it out. I suppose she forgave me, she said she did anyway, but I'll still feel guilty for the rest of my life.

Torchwood is crazy. Three hours in, we got a call and Jack, Rose and I got in the black Range Rover. Jack drove and Rose explained what we were doing. She got out her gun and I got out a sword. We looked pretty badass.

The weevil was in a dark alley. Jack went first, got killed, and then Rose and I ran from the shadows.

I was the one to take the last blow.

It felt weird, killing someone I mean. I've stunned a Slitheen, in Victorian London I punched someone, but killing someone? That's a whole different matter. Sometimes, I wish I could go back to my normal life, studying for my H.S.C, chatting with my friends, composing music.

But at the same time, I couldn't imagine doing something that wasn't this.

It's like something Martha said. Get too close to the Doctor and you get burnt.

I'm writing this in the rooftop garden. I'm sitting by the pool with a chocolate milkshake in my left hand. Older me is doing laps. Jack and Rose are here but they're being antisocial. In other words, they're snogging in the spa.

Whenever I look up to the stars, I think of the Doctor. Older me keeps on saying I won't be going back soon. In a way, it makes me sad. I won't get to up to the stars, or enjoy those fluffy moments in the TARDIS. There won't be any saving civilisations, or any adrenaline pumping activities like that. Maybe in Torchwood, but not much. The most I will be doing is catching weevils.

Maybe I shouldn't have left.

I keep on telling myself that and it isn't exactly beneficial. I am happy with what I'm doing at Earth, and this may seem crazy, but I'm actually enjoying it. I am a pretty crazy person, and Torchwood is pretty crazy, so it's a good job for me.

Gotta go, Jack's calling me.

4 months later...

"Wake up! Wake up, wake up, wake up, WAKE UP!"

You know, there's those kinds of people that hate themselves and suicide for it? I think I'm becoming that.

"All right, I'm up!" Older me is sitting on the end of my bed, looking at me with googly eyes, her green, piercing eyes staring into my soul. "Happy birthday!" She suddenly screams, jumping up and down once again. "You're 18!"

"And you're, what?" I keep on forgetting that we have the same birthday as we're the same person. Well, wibbly wobbly timey wimey ness, we kinda don't now. She doesn't even know her birthday any more, but she counts it on the 23rd of July still. I guess my life is so out of sync with real time that it's probably the same.

"112!" She screams and I suddenly stop thinking about the day ahead. What?

"112?" I ask.

"Oi, you're in love with a 900 year old alien. Quit your moaning." She suddenly gets defensive, but then goes all happy again. "Anyway, presents. You're going to love yours." She runs from my room, shouting as she does so. "Meet me in the lounge room."

"Only if Brendon Urie's there!" I scream, running from the bed in my Incredibles pyjama top with Elmo shorts. I finally get to celebrate my birthday in summer, so I'm happy. Summer's birthday in summer. Kinda cliché.

I get in the escalator, and go down to the next level. Sometimes I wish the apartment had stairs, it would be so much easier. I mean, come on. The doors clicked open, and I ran.

To my disappointment, Brendon Urie wasn't there. Damn. Instead, older me was holding up a CD looking present. "Open it," She says, handing it to me. I ripped open the present to find a...

CD of A Fever You Can't Sweat Out.

"But I already have it!" I say. "You already know that!"

"Turn it over." I turn it over from the lyrics page to the other side where it's...

Signed! I scream in glee. "When did you do this?" I asked her.

"Went to America a few weeks ago. Panic! At The Disco was doing signings, caught Brendon Urie, snogged him, made him sign this." Wait, what? Snogging? Brendon? Urie?

"YOU SNOGGED BRENDON URIE!"

"You better be looking forward to it."

"But, you're taken."

"What the Doctor doesn't know doesn't hurt him."

"Even so..."

"Look, stop being guilty. On your bucket list, there's kiss the Doctor, kiss Brendon Urie, and then marry one of them. Technically, you've done one, and are going to do two more in the future. Stop your moaning." I reached over to the DVD cabinet and got out the present I hid in between the DVDs.

"Here's your present." She already knows what it is, but I thought maybe I might of changed time. She opens the TARDIS blue wrapped present and finds a toy Sonic Screwdriver. "I thought, it would be good, to, you know, remember him." I can see a tear coming down her face and she pulls me into a hug.

"Thanks."

"No problem." She pulls out of the hug, wipes her eye, and turns to the kitchen.

"Bacon and eggs?"

It's 11:00 at night, and Jack and Rose finally left. The remains of my TARDIS cake is sitting on the floor on a plastic plate. When I say remains, I mean crumbs. Older me and I had a pool party on the roof, making whirlpools to our heart's content with the rest of the Torchwood crew.

There's one thing for certain, it's weird seeing Ianto out of pink.

I wanted the Doctor there. I could see older me wanted him there as well. It was just like she said, the Summer in between me and her is a lucky bastard.

I want to be that Summer.

I can hear something downstairs. It sounds really weird, like older me's talking to someone. I get on my dressing gown, and run to the elevator, and go downstairs. The lift doors open silently and I creep about.

I pass the kitchen, get a handful of Twisties in a bowl on the bench and stuff them into my mouth. Older me is definitely talking to someone.

The question is, who?

I creep past the kitchen and enter the lounge room. The TV remote is lying on the floor with Summer's toy sonic screwdriver. But on the lounge is older me and...

The Doctor?

Oh. My. Friggin. God! She called the Doctor for a booty call!

This can't be real, can't it? I mean, come on, here the Doctor and my older self are, fooling around (not exactly) and I'm just watching.

A bunch of words flicker into my head about who I actually am.

An idiot? Most likely.

A whore? Yes, probably.

A manipulator? A conner? Who the hell am I?

"Heh, I'm here you know," I say. The two stop snogging and look at me.

"Oh my god..." Summer says, drifting off. She's under the Doctor, and her head is leaning over the arm of the lounge.

"Great," The Doctor said. He looked as embarrassed as older me. But, how didn't she remember?

"Hello. Hola. All that crap." I know how unbelievably cliché I sound, thank you. "This is a spectacular show. I'm really loving this. I am going to enjoy this!" The two Time Lords just stare at me. "Okay, no laughing there. Don't you remember this, Summer?"

"Ah, no. Snog now, figure that out later. Get out."

"Wait, what?"

"Get out. I plan to get this skinny Time Lord in my bed tonight as it's my birthday and I don't want you interrupting."

"Weeell, technically he's on your lounge and if you are going to do it tonight, then I am definitely going to enjoy this. A booty call!"

"Shut up and get out."

"Ooh, scary Summer," I mock, pouting my bottom lip. "Doesn't the Doctor have something to say about this?" The Doctor stares at me, his brown suit with hardly any buttons done up. Ten, how I would break my heart over you.

"Um, I agree with ranga here."

"Oi! And when did you watch Summer Heights High?"

"You made me watch it years back!"

"So, you're just gonna kick me out?" I ask.

"Go to Jack and Rose's or something."

"They're probably doing the same thing as you!"

"Good point. Find somewhere!"

"Fine, fine, I'm going. Be good little Time Lords, or Ladies, or whatever. See you tomorrow. Have fun. All that crap." I wave and leave.

Well, that was weird. The lift clings open onto the ground floor. I get my keys out of my pocket and walk over to the Triple R, what I called the car. It's the Triple R, because it's red, and it's a Range Rover. Logic, isn't it?

I'm going to Ianto's. He's my best friend, he's just gonna have to take me in for the night.

Allonsy!

Knock knock.

No answer.

I knock again.

No answer.

Doorbell.

No answer.

I'm phoning him. The phone rings inside the house and I can hear someone getting it. "Hello?" Ianto says.

"Ianto, it's Summer. Black and blue one. Open up."

"Kinda isn't the time."

"I'm your best friend. Don't best friends open their houses for mates in the middle of the night?"

"Busy!"

"Just open it." The door opens and I hang up. Ianto's there.

Shirtless.

Come on! Not my teaboy!

"What the hell..." I ask, but my answer is clear.

The Cyberwoman is two metres away.

My first thought is, shit, shit, shit! Then I think, wow, Ianto's doing it as well! And then I think...

I gotta get out of here.

I run as fast I can for the Triple R which is a block away. I get in the car, start the ignition and hit the accelerator, going as fast as I can for home.

I tear apart the half naked Time Lords, on Summer's bed and I tell Summer, "Ianto is having sex with the Cyberwoman."

5 days later...

"What are we going to do?" I asked myself. This wasn't exactly a great topic since last Saturday, when it was our birthday and we found out about... yeah. I feel really bad. This woman is going to die soon and there's nothing we can do.

"Usually I'd count on my memories, but time is changing for some absurd reason," She lifts up her hot chocolate and slurps it soundlessly. How could she not remember? This is so wibbly... Does this mean that I won't remember?

"Well, what do you remember of this time?"

"I remember saving Lisa. But, that would mean Ianto would have to break up with her before he met Jenny. Or something or other... I have no idea."

"So, time's been changed just so Ianto can be in a relationship with our daughter." This doesn't make sense. Time and space can't just change for a relationship to occur. That's stupid.

"Yeah, probably..."

"What do we do?"

"Let time take it's course. Let's just lay low."

"But, I'm going to be guilty all this time!"

"And you think I won't!" She stands to her feet, takes her edition of Mockingjay, and take the lift upstairs. I sigh. This isn't going to end well...

Three months later...

CRASH!

Windows below us smash to pieces, the building shakes. I knew it was coming, but I didn't know it would be now. I run to the bathroom, and throw up in the toilet, and then I hold the toilet seat to stay standing. I've never been in an earthquake before, and I never want to again.

This doesn't compare to the Earthquake House at Questacon. Went there in a stage 3 trip to Canberra.

"Summer!" I call, and she runs in, like nothing's happening. She looks at my vomit in the toilet.

"You know, I've told you how many times that Twisties, Coke and chocolate ain't a good combination."

"There's a bloody rift earthquake going on, and you're talking about my vomit? What the hell is wrong with you!"

"Nothing is happening. I'm a Time Lord, these things are nothing. Just do enough dance lessons, you'll get good balance."

"Oh, shut up!" The earthquake finally stops and I retch another mouthful of Twistie, Coke and chocolate vomit. "Now that's done, I'm going to bed. Make me another hot chocolate if you're bored."

"You're the weirdest, ya know?" I walk to my room.

"Just noticed?" I call.

3 months later...

"Merry Christmas!" My older self says, waking me up. "There's a great big alien ship in London, so Cardiff is practically moving to see it. Well, not really. Just weirdos like us. Wanna go?"

"Wouldn't want any spoilers," I say sleepily. "All I want to see is a lot of presents and Brendon Urie. Got that?"

"Presents, not Brendon."

"I hate you."

"I can give you an alien spaceship?"

"Doesn't compare."

"What about lots of books, Hunger Games, Skulduggery Pleasant, Phoenix Files, all signed."

"That sounds nice."

"Lots of Jay Jays t-shirts?"

"Nice."

"Chocolate, Twisties and Coke?"

"Vanilla Coke?"

"You've got it." I run downstairs. She's made a mini feast from chocolate Christmas stockings, Twisties, vanilla Coke, gummy bears, bananas, cheese and bacon rolls (which she loves for some weird reason), and a cake that looks like the TARDIS. No, identical to the TARDIS. She's even made us, Jack, Rose and the Doctor. It looks really cool.

"Now, no eating the cake until Jack and Rose get here. They're coming in an hour. God knows what they're doing before that though."

"I think I can guess."

"Whatever. I don't want to guess. No presents until they get there as well."

"Yes mum."

"Shut up. It's not everyday you get to have Christmas with yourself and your two best friends. I want everything to be perfect."

"Okay, mum."

"I'll kill you in a second. I'll get us breakfast."

"Let's just eat what's here!"

"You can eat that later, I cross my two hearts, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. Just wait until the others get here."

"But you've given me books. Can't I just unwrap one to pass the time? I haven't read the Hunger Games yet and I want to!"

"No, no and... uh, no. Just wait, alright?"

"Pig."

"Love you too."

1 hour later...

"Where's my sexy Time Ladies?" Jack says, stepping out of the lift. I run to see them just in time to see Rose whack him about the head. I whoop. About time Jack had someone to keep him in line. "Sorry, just Time Ladies then. Merry Christmas!" He swoops me up in one of his bear hugs.

"Merry Christmas to you Jack, but GET ME DOWN! I swear, my hair will get bad. I did it as I was bored." He puts me down and Rose hugs me.

"It looks just fine. Not like mine. I'd throw immortality away if it meant I could get rid of these roots."

"Bleach your hair. I had brown hair originally."

"Tried that. Bleach came off."

"Oh, well... Merry Christmas!"

"You too!" We walk behind Jack, who's hauling a stack of gifts over his back. Apparently this is what they do every year, Jack and Rose come over and they have a Christmas feast of junk food for the whole day. Not conventional, but it'll do.

"Presents!" I scream and open my first one. It's a boxset of the Hunger Games and I can finally say, "I've read the Hunger Games!"

Well, no I haven't, but I will!

I've got a black and blue dress, Glee DVDs (she's hooked, as well as Jack), and movie tickets to see Step Up, from Rose; a red hoodie like Brendon Urie wears in the I Write Sins Not Tragedies film clip that says Panic! At The Disco on the back, a beautiful fob watch and a Kindle from Jack; books such as the Hunger Games, Phoenix Files and Skulduggery Pleasant, Jay Jays t-shirts and an fifty pound voucher on iTunes from Summer. Pretty good haul this year. As soon as everyone finishes unwrapping, I say, "Let's eat!"

I'm very strange, you can see.

5 months later...

"Summer, what do we do?" I ask myself, who's standing near the lift of our apartment.

"Fight, if they come. Hide, if they don't." Jack and Rose are sitting on the lounge, watching the TV for more updates on what's happening, Tosh is laying on the floor, reading and Owen (newly recruited) is drinking my Coke. I have the hide to go and tell him off, but I don't feel like it. Rose looks really upset. Today is the battle of Canary Wharf. Today is the day she lose her mother.

"I don't think they're coming. The Cybermen have been on Earth for about five hours now. London is being converted." Summer grabs my shoulders and looks me in the eye.

"I'm going to tell you something I shouldn't, and you're going to listen. The battle is longer because we're here. Because in that fight we're there and we try to save Lisa. And I'm sorry, but we can't."

"Wait," I say. "You said you saved Lisa. Have you been lying all along?" She sighs heavily and looks at me.

"Yeah, fine, I didn't. But now I have two memories, one I actually did, and one of what's happening now. Time's changing, that's what I've been telling you. I don't know why, but it is. This universe was made for us, a bubble universe of the Doctor Who universe, but somehow, someone's changing the universe we own. I don't know how, but it's orientating around Lisa and Ianto and the battle of Canary Wharf."

"But what is the change?" I demand, and she refuses to look me in the eye.