A/N: I don't own Doctor Who – I know, shocking.

15/12

Oh god. It's been such an awful couple of days.

Though I'm a bit useless in the running for my life stakes at the moment I haven't wanted to hang around in the TARDIS without anything to distract me. So, the Doctor's been taking me to places where he thinks we'll be safe. Sometimes he's more successful than others. Yesterday he was completely rubbish.

The TARDIS landed with barely a jolt in Liverpool, Earth year 2010 or there abouts, and there was nothing on the screen when he checked (I can't believe he's going as far as doing this, we never normally do, it's sweet). However, as soon as we stepped outside we hit problems. It was only when we were actually standing in the street that we noticed how eerily deserted it was. There was an explosion a couple of streets away and smoke rose above the buildings. We both reacted by instinct, running towards the problem rather than away from it which would have been much safer and cleverer. Oh well.

When we reached the scene of the explosion we saw rubble everywhere and a few bodies as well. I think it jolted me out of the terror that I had been experiencing because I dropped the Doctor's hand completely voluntarily and rushed to where two legs were poking out from under the remains of a building. I began to shift some of the plaster and bricks to try and reach the person.

The Doctor walked down the road, I think it was to try and work out where the explosives had been.

Neither of us got very far. Without warning we were grabbed from behind and pulled into the middle of the street to face a tall, built man wearing a policeman's uniform – obviously a little more modern than I was used to. I was saddened to see they all carried guns – I'd always hoped we could avoid having armed police.

Me and the Doctor were still several metres apart and the fear of being alone I'd been feeling for days came rushing back to me. Getting no answers from the strange man's face I turned my incredibly wide and scared eyes on the Doctor. He tried to give me a reassuring smile but it turned to a grimace of pain as his arms were forced further up his back, almost to breaking point. He began to question the man, asking what he wanted with us, threatening him and telling him we hadn't done anything in the same breath.

The gist of the story was that we had interrupted what he called an "extermination". The people dead around us on the street were known, or even just suspected, aliens. And they were being killed off by these people; I was now sure they weren't the police, simply because of that.

That got me angry and not a little scared. The man I trusted above everyone to get me out of this situation and the only person who could possibly get me home was a 900-year-old alien. Who was just standing there looking more angry than I'd ever seen him.

Before either of us could say something, one of the men did some sort of blood test on us both. I don't know how, but in some technical way they managed to find out from these that I was human but from the wrong time and that the Doctor most certainly wasn't. Understandably this had them somewhat confused. The Doctor introduced me and then himself. This turned out to be a good idea as they lowered their guns.

However, I was swiftly dragged off to the nearest car and from there to prison so I was unable to benefit from this softening in their attitudes.

I spent all night in a cell. I fell asleep once but awoke at the end of my nightmare, and with no Doctor to comfort me I didn't sleep after that. It was the most scared I've been in my life. It felt very like my dream, my being alone. I could even hear water dripping from a tap somewhere nearby. I felt I would never get out of there. I'd never been locked up by myself before and I was severely less than impressed.

When morning came I didn't expect a change in situation. I was by now severely hungry, however, and when my door was opened at about half nine I was hopeful that I was being brought breakfast.

The guard just held the door open though. When no one walked through as I had expected I stood up and walked over to him. He said that he apologised for any inconvenience and that I was free to go.

That was it.

I just walked through the door, down several long, white, anonymous corridors, out through reception and the main entrance and into the real world again.

Descending the few steps on to the pavement, I looked around and realised that I was near the Albert Docks. My mind boggled at the thought of trying to work out where the TARDIS was in relation to my current location.

I heard a voice call my name and turned to see the Doctor striding towards me. I ran a few steps and was lifted up in his arms. I was happy just to see him again and feel the strength in his arms. I could hear him apologising into my hair and had to pull back to reassure him, he looked so guilty.

I was only prevented from bursting into tears, yet again, by the presence of a stranger. With hugs and apologies over, the Doctor turned, one hand still firmly clasping mine, to introduce the other man.

So this was Captain Jack Harkness. I'd heard a lot about him and told him so. He returned it saying none of it did me justice. Here the Doctor intervened saying there was a time and a place, and when he was met by an innocent look, went on to say that I'd been through enough without Jack flirting at me.

Jack's going to travel with us for a bit. He runs the Torchwood in Cardiff apparently. That's what got us out, the Doctor's a "code 9" – he loved that – and Jack's always called in when he's involved. The pair of them managed to stop the exterminating humans as well.

Though it meant I had to spend a lonely night in a cell, I was still glad that I'd managed to miss the Doctor explaining about his regeneration, and Rose, and me. That would've really sent me over the edge.

Now we're all back on the TARDIS and Jack is re-exploring. The Doctor has stayed right beside me ever since he found me again, hasn't let me out of his sight. He's lying on the bed beside me while I write this. He's got a cup of tea in one hand, the other is resting on his stomach, his legs are crossed at the ankles and he's watching a film. I'm not really paying much attention but judging by his running commentary it's a romantic comedy and the girl has just rejected the man.

I'm feeling very tired now. Think I'll have a bit of a nap, or at least snuggle up with the Doctor to see the end of the film. He is very snugly.

A/N: I know EVERYONE puts captain jack in their stories and it's a bit of a cliché – but I like him so tough. Um, I don't think I have to do any spoilers here.

Has anyone noticed that Cary Grant looks like his side parting is done with a ruler or something?

Anyway, please R&R – I hope you liked it xxxxxxx