Suddenly I see.

Disclaimer: None of the characters in this bit of fluff belong to me apart from Trinny, who bears no resemblance to anyone living or dead. The story concept belongs to me and me alone, so in some famous dude's words 'It's mine, all mine hehehe' The characters belong to Russell T. Davis and various other people and I would like to ensure that I will fix any breakages to the characters myself and they will return, nearly as good as new (I hope)

Chapter one.

Jack looked into Trinny's eyes, happily thinking of all the fun times they had had together. You see, Trinny, was a 24 year old alien from the planet Galifre and Jack, Jack was an intergalactic conman. They may have been an unlikely pairing, but they were amazingly happy together. Jack leaned in for a kiss when, "URRGH, gross." It was Rose, their best friend coming in through the door, "Get a room will yaz," she said grinning. "Oi, this is private," Trinny said indignantly, giving Rose one of her best glares. "Sor-ee, but if you will do it in public." The Doctor said, entering in the TARDIS behind Rose.

The Doctor, Trinny's brother, was a genius from Galifre, but unlike Trinny, was pure time lord. You see, Trinny's dad had been a human from planet earth while The Doctor's had been a time lord, and if you hadn't already guessed, they had the same mum. And, while Trinny displayed most of the usual time lord characteristics, e.g. she could regenerate and was a genius; she only had one heart which was very unusual for their species. But also meant that she had no idea of her true identity and had grown up on earth, doing normal earth things like hanging around with her mates and going to your average hell hole of a comprehensive. With one difference, she was a genius which, basically meant that she was classed as a 'swot'. But she was a cool swot; she had loads of mates and hung out down the shopping centre.

Jack didn't have a good life at all. He was from Trinny's future and his parents died when he was young, so he was shipped off to an orphanage until he was old enough to join the time academy and eventually become a time agent. He lived his life alone, in solitude. He distanced himself from everyone, and got a reputation as a loner. Don't get me wrong, he loved being the centre of attention, especially if the attention was from several gorgeous ladies of various species. It was just, how can I put this. Two years of his life had been taken from him by the time agency, and when I say taken, I mean stolen, pinched, nicked, hustled, GONE. Not one inkling of anything that had happened in those two years was left. All he could do was wonder what he'd done or found out that was so bad. He would never forget the days that had led up to that memory loss, and even they weren't very clear…

24th July 5000

That was it, Jack had had it. Right now he was curled in a cramped corner under the bottommost shelf of a cupboard, his ears straining to hear the conversation on the other side of the door. This was not how he wanted to spend his birthday. He wanted to be at a club, drinking, laughing with friends, and possibly picking up hot girls. Just then he stopped thinking about his own predicament as he heard a chair scraping against the floor outside the door and hurried voices, before the door clicked shut. Now was his chance. He crept out of the cupboard and started to snoop around the office in which he stood. He saw something that looked just like the document he had been fruitlessly searching for the past; he checked his watch, half an hour. God, he'd been here half an hour already. He better hurry. Just as he was about to resume his searching, he felt the cold, hard metal of a gun being shoved into his side. Uh oh, he gulped as he heard a voice behind him. "Don't move a muscle" it said menacingly, jabbing the gun hard into his ribs to prove its point. He was now scared, and I mean pants wettingly, collapsing dead faintedly scared. He hadn't felt this scared since his parents died.

"Now, come with me, and don't speak." The voice said, as its owner lead him towards the door, and towards the face, of whatever the hell he was destined for.

TBC