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Author's Note: This is written mostly in first person from Lily's point of view - like in chapter one - just to do something different, but chapters afterwards will be back to 3rd person.

Italics is 1st person - diary entry - and normal text is 3rd person - no-one's point of view.

Chapter 11

Lily sat on her bed and chewed on the end of her favourite purple pen.

She was cross legged on her bed and in her lap was a notebook with a fluffy pink cover. She looked at what she'd written the previous day and then smiled, putting the pen to the page of her diary.

Dear Susan

She smiled. It had always felt mean to call the diary "Diary" so she named each of her diaries. Last year's had been Sarah Jane, and the year before, Polly.

When you travel aroud space and time, your time line tends to get very messed up. It's very hard to keep track of time and sometimes all concept of time can slip away if you're not careful. God, that can mess things up when it comes to taking humans home; the amount of times we've gotten it wrong ... though I think there's someting wrong with the TARDIS, to be honest. She makes so many mistakes in landing that they can't possibly all be blamed on Dad. But Dad refuses to investigate - he says the old girl's working just fine, and I'd make the same mistakes if I'd been around that long.

Anyway, I'm off the point now - keeping track of time. Yeah, it's hard. So I can't be sure, but I think - and Jack agrees - that it'd been 3 months since he and I got together that night in the pool.

So far, we've managed to keep it quiet.

I hate having to lie and keep things from Dad, but I keep telling myself that it's for the best. And it is, I suppose. I really like Jack, and I don't want Dad to go mad and ruin what could be, between me and Jack.

I know Dad's got his reasons to keep me away from Jack - he thinks Jack's not good enough for me. He thinks Jack would go off with some other girl and hurt me. He's wrong.

Don't get me wrong, I had my cautions about that too, but since we've been together he's toned down the flirting. I told him I didn't mind the flirting when we're off travelling here there and everywhere - if Jack didn't flirt with everyone he'd be a completely different person - but he's definitley toned it down.

I honestly don't mind him flirting and I'm trying to be laid back about it - of course I have to be laid back when Dad and Rose are around - but he knows if he actually went further with someone else, we'd be over.

I'm suprised he's sticking to me and me only. I never would have thought it possible, but there we are. The truth is, I've fallen for him harder than I ever would have imagined, and it appears that he's done the same for me.

Who'd have thought it? Last female Time Lord and a 51st century Time Agent. Funny old universe, isn't it?

I'm not planning on keeping it a secret forever. Dad's very clever - he'll figure out something's going on. He knows me far too well.

I'm planning on telling him soon, now I know that Jack and I are the real thing - I know it's only been a few months, but when you're spending every day together and almost dying every other day, it makes everything much more intense.

The other day, Jack jokingly suggested that I wipe my Dad's mind a bit, so he doesn't remember about Jack's ways with women - and men - therefore he won't be mad by the time we tell him. I know I could never do that to him - I don't even know if I'm capable, since Dad is so much more powerful than I am. He'd probably be able to block me out of his mid or something. Then Jack said we should drug him or something - I don't even think there is a drug that does that.

Anyway, Jack knows I want to tell Dad. But he knows I worry about it. Jack reckons I worry far too much. He says I should just tell Dad and get it over with or keep it quiet and not complain about it - he says all this worrying isn't doing either of us any good.

He said some other stuff too, but I was a bit distracted. Jack seems to have that effect on me and he completely uses it to his advantage when he wants to shut me up.

It's weird ... some of the moments we have together. All little stolen moments inbetween exploring the universe.

It's not so hard sometimes, but at other times it's very hard. Sometimes it's easy because when the four of us are out together, Dad sticks with Rose and shows her everthing, leaving me and Jack together. We get to have our little conversations and we can flirt, and it's not too hard.

But other times, Dad puts his arm around me and hugs me and we have these lovely moments where I'm reminded how close I am to Dad, and I start to feel guilty about keeping things from him.

Then I get back to the TARDIS, and the four of us have dinner together sometimes. Sometimes Jack feels it necessary to take my hand under the table, although I always tell him off afterwards, he knows I don't mind.

Last night, I was in my room reading. We've had a busy couple of days, and even Dad decided he wanted some sleep.

I was finishing off the last few chapters of my books, when there was a knock at my bedroom door. I knew perfectly well it was Jack and I didn't even need to look up.

See, this is how sweet he can be sometimes - how different he is to the flirty Jack Harkness - he came into my room, we chatted for a bit, and then he went to sleep in my room. He didn't try anything, and he didn't rush me into anything. He just went to sleep and when I woke up this morning, I was enveloped in his arms.

These are the moments when I think what we have could last a very long time. The moments that I never want to let go.

Jack says he feels the same, and I believe him mostly, but I'm no fool - I know that however he feels, he's still terrified of the idea of commitment. The fact that he struggles to say how he feels out loud, makes me wonder how I'll know when it's love. I think I'll know it's love when he lets me where that military greatcoat of his. I bet it's warm and cosy and smells like him.

God - I've just read over everything I've written so far today and it makes me think that Jack is right - I think I do go on about things a bit much sometimes. I blame it on my Dad; I'm sure I must get it from him. And if it's not a genetic thing, I can certainly blame it on him rubbing off on me.

I've just checked my watch and I really need to stop now. It's late but I'm not going to sleep.

Jack and I have agreed to meet at the pool for a bit. These stolen moments are brilliant. Really brilliant.

It was Jack who suggested this as a place to meet and we've been meeting there in secret regularly over the last few months. It had to be somewhere Dad won't go - he doesn't do much swiming. I didn't see what was wrong with my room or Jack's room, but Jack said there was something quite alluring about the pool where he "got the most beautiful woman in the universe in his arms, for good."

I'd better go, anway. I can't keep the dashing Captain waiting.

Smiling to herself, Lily put down her pen and ran a hand through her jet black hair.

***

Hours earlier on Earth, a woman ran a hand through her flaming red hair.

This was 21st Century Cardiff and she was sat behind her desk in the Torchwood Three Hub.

It was a fairly quiet day as things went in Torchwood, and all she had to do today were a few pieces of paperwork, and a few phonecalls - Jack always delegated far too much paperwork to her than she would have liked.

Across the hub, Jack was in his office, Owen was rolling a little ball backwards and forwards across his desk, Tosh was updating the systems, and Suzie was in the kitchen.

Signing her name on the bottom of one piece of paperwork, she then stamped it with the date and put it on one side.

She spent a moment debating whether to make a coffee, she deciding against - her coffee was horrible. The team relied on Owen running out to the Starbucks a few streets away, while Owen frequently complained that he was a Doctor, not a waiter.

Staying where she was, she opened the top draw of her desk and pulled out a purple diary and smiled, flipping to today's page.

She looked away from her diary when a shadow fell across her desk, and she looked up to see Jack.

She grinned.

***

Who's the red haired woman at Torchwood Three? How is she there?

Firstly, sorry the chapters have been a bit shorter recently.

Secondly I would appreciate any ideas from people, because I want to know what people would like to read, and because there is only Bad Wolf/Parting of the Ways to write up from series 1, but I don't want to do that right away - would like a few more chapters inbetween.

Also, I would like to know how many people who read this watch Torchwood as well. If hardly anyone does, then the little Torchwood snippets are just going to be confusing and I'll stop doing them. But if people do watch it, then there could be more to come.