Dear Readers,

I apoligise that it has taken me so long to do this part however that's history. Reviews are always most welcome. Now back to the story!


I gasp for air. What the hell? I just jumped to my death but am still breathing? I slowly open my eyes. Doctor Song is standing over me shell-shocked that I'm awake. A man in a World War Two vintage trench coat is also standing there, smiling like a complete idiot. Owen races up to me and starts to do a physical examination like a proper doctor. His sweet scent filled my nostrils as he flustered around muttering that this just wasn't possible. The man looked like he would fall on the ground, rolling over in laughter, if the long silver bench behind him wasn't supporting him.

"Pipe down Jack!" Doctor Song growled at the man. He continued to laugh harder. "Oh come on River, this is bloody hilarious!" Jack was now in tears.

"Can't you take your laughter else, or stop and tell us what the hell is going on?" Owen turned his back on me for just a second. I felt like was going to vomit and violently. I sat up, probably too quick and began to sway. Owen turned his attention back to me and grabbed me before I fell onto the polished, cement floor.

"Whoa, there. You feel queasy?" I nodded to him but the vomit was rising so quickly, Owen barely had enough time to grab a bucket. My hair clung to the beads of sweat produced. A hand brushed my ringlet curls away from my mouth and I felt a hand gently rubbing my back.

"It going to be okay, dear." River soothed. It felt comforting to have someone there to calm me down. My head spun round and round like a merry-go round. Where was I? There was definitely nowhere I knew of in Roseburn or surrounding that had a laboratory set up like this one. Unknown chemicals stood in conical flasks, in colours of green, pinks and orange.

"Where am I?" my speech slurred from my obvious grogginess. I wiped the remaining vomit away from my mouth. I now felt a lot better after that short burst.

"This is Torchwood," Owen began, "and we're in Cardiff."

"Wait what?!" my eyes opened wide with shock, "Cardiff? As in Cardiff, Wales?"

"Yep." The dark haired Jack replied, still with a stupid grin on his face.

"And who the hell are you?" I fired at him.

"Calm down, Eli. Captain Jack Harkness is my name." Jack replied, hand outstretched waiting to be shaken.

"Okay, Jack. And it's Amelia to you." I threw back at him. "What the hell happen?"

"You jumped off the school gym…" River started.

"Yeah. Got that. I did want to die you know." I retorted at her. She flinched at my sharp words and turned away. River looked as though she would burst into tears and not stop until they ran dry. "Shit, I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry, River." I smiled at her. A small smile greeted me back.

"Sorry to interrupt this moment, but tell us Jack. How is Amelia still alive?" Owen threw at Jack, who was standing smugly against the silver bench.

"I thought it was obvious," Jack replied innocently, "Amelia is the Doctor's daughter."