A/N – Wow. Four chapters in one night. I'm on a roll.

Anyway, I thought I'd dedicate this chap to Sarah, seeing as it's got her Tasha in.

Disclaimer : I don't own Doctor Who, or Torchwood or I would live in the TARDIS.

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"Sorry about that. It's not the team are exactly . . . open to my history. So, you're another Time Lord. You going to tell me the story?"

"Look, I'm sorry to bring this up but Tasha. Your sister. You remember you came back to the 51st century a couple of times before getting stuck and being picked up by Da . . . the Doctor. Well, her best friend. Channelle? That was, er, me. And maybe I should explain something else. The Doctor is, well, my dad. That's why I was at the orphanage too. He explained it was an attempt to keep the children safe from the Daleks in the Time War. All pods but mine were destroyed, but mine was seriously damaged. Instead of being sent to the 31st century, I ended up in the 51st. I don't remember what actually happened. Well, that's what he told me. Then, I kept on living, seeing as I didn't know I was a Time Lord at the time, being quite young. I was on the way to school, about 16. He ran up to me, started shouting nonsense, as he does quite well, and asked me where I lived. I wasn't telling him that, so he just said ok and wandered off. Later that night, he came to the orphanage and asked to see me. He came in my room, and told me. I thought he was barmy but he showed me how my second heart was just growing and coming into use. Then over several weeks he told me what happened, what would be different, and that he wanted to take me. Travelling. This was years after he lost you and Rose." Jack sat up. "He was so happy to find me. I lost count of how many years I was on board, but I know approximately. And, no, I'm not telling. Then, at some point in the 72nd century, in what was Cardiff, I was fighting Daleks for, basically, my existence. Dad was off somewhere trying to fix up some sort of biomagnetic pulse that would turn the Daleks to mush. A blue rip opened beside me, and I thought that it was him making an exit for me, so I jumped through. When I woke up, I was lying in a field in 21st century Cardiff. That happened a couple of years ago and since then, I've set up some little alien fighting thing because I didn't want to go back. I realised how easy it was for him to lose me as well, though he still comes back to see me. I miss travelling and, yes, I do have to work with some really incompetent humans but I'm still saving the universe."

Jack seemed to be the one to take a breath. "So, just tell me, what happened to Rose?" Rainia became interested in her boots.

"The Battle of Canary Wharf. Surely you knew they were involved. Well, Rose nearly got sucked into the void but her parallel dad saved her. Now she's stuck in the parallel universe, with her mum, Mickey and her parallel dad. But he saw her one last time . . ." Rainia was interrupted by Gwen bursting in the office.

"This guy's barmy! He's apparently got a sonic screwdriver, physic paper, and two hearts! Not to mention a giant banana in his pocket, I don't even want to know what that's for! He says he travels in this blue box and something about a chameleon circuit . . ." Rainia smiled. With a nod from Jack, unnoticed by Gwen, she made her way down to the interrogation room. She sat on the stairs, just out of notice of Owen trying to make sense of his 100mph mouth nonsense.

" . . . and here she is! Come here, then!" Rainia watched Owen glance backwards and forwards between the two Time Lords.

"I give up!" with a smattering of papers on the desk, he stormed off to find Jack. The moment the door slammed shut, they both went into peels of laughter.

"You really are going to drive them mad, you know!" Rainia went down the stairs, and pulled a chair up. "So, what's the plan? Jack's been totally updated on the situation, but I think you're going to have to explain regeneration to him. Have fun! So what were you doing to poor Owen and Gwen? She came into the office in the middle of the sad bit! Typical human timing!" As if to prove her point, Gwen's head came round the door, but no more of her.

"Captain wants to see you. Lucky for you, I think he's in a good mood." He head vanished around the door, leaving a crack open for them to get through.

"I think we've got some explaining to do . . ."

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