Yay! Chapter Two... Alright, I've decided to call her Anne. For the most part Annie though, and you'll understand why in a second. Also this chapter is a handful of incidents when Annie is growing up, may that be bedtime stories with Jack, or learning how to shoot a gun.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything other than Anne

Chapter Two:
Little Points In Time

1995
Bedtime Stories With Jack

"...The End." Jack Harkness said with finality as he finished telling his adopted daughter a story. She looked at him, her eyes silently begging him for another story.

"Please, Mr. Harkness! Just one more." She begged him, her beautiful violet eyes laying on the puppy dog look at full steam. "I'm not even tired yet." She insisted even though she was trying to stifle a yawn, but Jack didn't have to know that.

"Kid- I've told you three stories already, it is time to go to bed. And what did I say about this Mr. Harkness business? Just call me Jack." He said somewhat sternly even though he really found it amusing that she enjoyed his reading to her so much but then again, maybe she never had gotten to do this sort of thing before. He kept on forgetting about that, that she wasn't really his child and she had a much worse life before. Not that he did it on purpose, both of them seemed to forget when they were playing around, but every now and then something would come up, a conversation, an event, or even just an object like some bread from a bakery, and they would both remember.

"If you're tired then I can ask Tosh or Gwen instead." The girl said, making a move to get up, but Jack stopped her, giving in not really wanting her to get read to by the two women, that was his and her special thing.

"Alright, have you ever heard the tale of Annie?" The girl shook her head, snuggling into her sky blue duvet and sheets, holding onto her teddy bear that Ianto had given her tightly in her arms. "Well, you're about to." He leaned back into the pillows with her his hands making motions as he told the story of the little orphan Annie and how she escaped from the clutches of Miss Hannigan, the cruel woman who ran the orphanage, and into the arms of Grace Farrell and Oliver Warbucks, a wealthy man who later adopts her. As he brings the story to a close Jack glances over at his charge, to see her gently breathing, eyes closed in sleep. Reaching over he brushes some of the strands of black hair away from her forehead, and leaning he kisses her gently on the head, listening to her quiet breaths.

"Good night my little orphan Annie." He whispered, as he tucked her into the covers of her bed, before getting to his feet and closing the door softly behind him. From that day on, her name was Annie, and behind Jack's back the rest of the Torchwood team referred to him as "Daddy Warbucks."

January, 1996
Learning About the Doctor

A loud crash echoed through the Hub, and all of the Torchwood Team snapped their heads up, exchanging looks before rushing towards the source of the sound. Rounding a corner, they found Annie sitting on the ground clutching her arm, surrounded by a number of books.

"Annie girl, what's wrong what happened?" Jack asked the sobbing seven year old as he kneeled beside her, glancing at the arm she was cradling, before pulling her into a hug being careful not to crush her arm.

"I-I was trying to get a book and I leaned too far to one side and-and" She gulped down a sob. "I fell. I'm really sorry Jack! I didn't mean to!" More tears streaked her cheeks, and Jack gave her a concerned look.

"Sweetie it's not your fault accidents happen to everyone! We're going to need to get that looked at though, since Owen's not here we may need to take a bit of a field trip." He explained helping her to her feet. "That arm looks like it might be broken, but it should be fixed in no time."

"Wh-what? Am I going to have to go to the-the hopsital?" She asked, saying hospital wrong, but that was to be understood, it was a bit of a foreign concept to her and Jack couldn't help but give a small smile at her pronounciation.

"Don't worry about anything, they're totally harmless and doctors just like Owen will be there." He told her, all the while motioning for Ianto to get the keys to the car so they could drive there, and already Tosh and Gwen had grabbed Annie's coat and a makeshift sling for her arm, helping her slip on both so she wouldn't be too cold or in too much pain.

"Are you sure this is a good idea Jack?" Tosh whispered into his ear as Ianto took the seven year old to the car. "The hospital will be a bit suspicious over the fact that she doesn't have any records." She looked him straight in the eye. "And you know about the ah- thing we found out, we can't let them take her blood." He nodded remembering their discoveries in the first week of Annie's stay at the Hub.

"It'll be fine, she has a slight french accent so we could say she's visiting and took a bit of a fall. No big deal." He responded, before putting his hand on the handle to the car, knowing they really should hurry up, he wanted Annie to have the least amount of pain possible. But Tosh grabbed him by the arm, turning him to face her.

"Just be careful alright, she had had enough pain to last a lifetime." He nodded and got into the car, sitting next to his adopted daughter taking her hurt arm in his hands to inspect it. She wasn't crying as much as she had been, and she watched him look over her arm to gauge the damage.

"Are doctors scary?" She inquired quietly, and Jack looked up at her, seeing the low lying fear in her eyes.

"You've met Owen! Is he scary?" She shook her head, and turned her head to observe the outside city rushing past, before speaking up.

"But that's Owen. What about other Doctor's?" She turned back at him, and Jack could finally how scared she really was.

"They're just like Owen, matter of fact did you know you can be a doctor of anything without it being medicine as long as you get the proper schooling?" Annie shook her head again, and Jack hesitated before continuing the conversation. "I knew a man called the Doctor once, well I say man, he was more of a lonely god walking amongst men. He was a doctor of many things, and he always tried to help even though things didn't always work out the way he wanted it to. He had a special place in his heart for us humans, always helping us out when something bad would happen." He let out a sigh and caught Annie's questioning gaze.

"Why can't we go see him instead? He sounds nicer, like Owen." At this Jack laughed outright and that just seemed to make her even more curious.

"The Doctor is nothing like Owen, of that I can assure you. Owen is much more self-centered and the Doctor isn't very fond of people like that." Jack said getting abruptly more serious. "I've tried looking for him everywhere so he can help me, but whenever I think I'm close to finding him it turns out I'm just a few steps farther back than I thought." Seeing that Annie's confusion was still present, and the conversation was helping her forget about her arm, he continued. "You see, the reason I couldn't find him well was that he travels, anywhere, everywhere, and to any time. He had this ship called the TARDIS, that was bigger on the inside and could go anywhere in all of time and space." He smiled sadly, remembering the adventures he'd had with the Doctor and Rose. "I was lucky enough to travel with him for a little while but when I needed him most he disappeared, assuming I was dead."

"But you're not."

"That's right I'm not!" Jack said smiling, glancing out the window to see a hospital in front of them, and he turned back to the little girl beside him. "Looks like we're here Annie! Lets get that arm fixed up, hmm?" With that he helped her out of the car, and they went inside. Little did he know that Annie was still thinking about this mysterious man that wasn't a man called the Doctor, he would often come up in conversations in the future, and Jack would eventually tell his adopted daughter everything. Not that he would have much of a choice.

May, 1996
Play With Me

Tosh, Ianto, and Owen were all watching fondly as the father daughter duo played in the main part of the hub. Being a rather spirited child, Annie was often very playful and on rainy days such as this one it was hard to contain her, which means poor Jack was subject to whatever Annie wanted to do. Today it was dress up. The young girl had convinced her adopted father to get in some version of a princess outfit, and the rest of Torchwood was having a hard time not breaking down into laughter. Jack would do anything for his daughter, including wearing a gaudy pink dress, a tiara, and lipstick.

"Now Princess Daddy, how would you like your tea?" Annie asked, she herself wearing a tiara and a dress but in purple, insisting it matched her eyes. Which she wasn't exactly wrong about. Jack cleared his throat before answering, making his voice higher.

"With just a dab of milk and a spoon of sugar, your highness." He responded his voice squeaky, making Annie giggle, before composing herself to continue with their game.

"How is this?"

"Perfect, Princess." Jack commented, earning a frown from his host. "What is it your highness?"

"I'm not a princess, I'm a queen!" She exclaimed putting her hands on her hips in mock anger, her young face stern and her mouth in a pout.

"My apologies Queen Anne, I did not know you were coronated already." Annie nodded reverently at this, dropping her hands dropping from her waist to go about placing tea biscuits on each of their plates.

"Oh yes, just yesterday." Jack raised an eyebrow at this, looking across the Hub to see the other occupants of Torchwood watching amused.

"Really? Why was I not invited?" He inquired, and Annie took a seat for a moment pausing to take a sip of her tea.

"Well, you see I'm afraid I didn't want you there." She said just as coolly, and Jack was briefly shocked, this wasn't like her.

"Why was that?"

"Because you wouldn't let Lord Ptero get fitted for his clothes." It took everything he had to not laugh. It had always been a bit of a sore subject with Annie over how Jack wouldn't let the pterodactyl play with them, and he supposed this was her way of voicing her discontent at not being allowed to put the poor animal in a top hat and waist coat. Ianto always found this very funny as apparently the winged dinosaur got to be a male in Annie's dress up games but Jack did not. Placing his tea cup in his saucer, he looked at his daughter pointedly.

"Well Lord Ptero told me he didn't want to wear clothes." She put down her cup too.

"How does he know unless he tries it! I mean, you didn't know you liked dresses until you tried them right, Daddy?" Out of the corner of his eye Jack could clearly see Ianto, Owen, and Tosh laughing silently, clutching their sides. Oh pay back would be sweet.

"He doesn't need to dear, however you know who really loves dresses?" He asked her, and she turned her attention back to him.

"Who?" He pointed to where the rest of Torchwood was congregated, but from where she was sitting Annie wouldn't be able to see they were laughing.

"Really?" Jack nodded exuberantly. "Okay!" With that she bounded over to the other adults. Needless to say for the rest of her childhood, dress up became a whole community affair, and Ianto, Owen, and Tosh never laughed over Jack's predicament again.

July, 2006
Target Practice

"Alright, now aim for the red circle in the middle near the heart, yep that's right arm straight." Jack coached and a now seventeen year old Annie, threw him a glare, which he chose not to notice. Not even paying attention to her adopted father, she fired the gun, hitting the target straight on for what seemed like the twentieth time in a row. She turned to face her father a smirk present on her face, and then she suddenly swung around aiming quickly at the farthest target, hitting in the same spot as she did the other one discharging the rest of her bullets into it. She glanced back over at Jack, to see he was looking at her with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Can we be done now? I've hit the target square on every time." Annie stated, waiting for her father's approval to get back to her books, drawings, and not to mention her hand to hand combat training with Tosh and Owen, something she'd been learning since she was roughly seven, almost two months after she broke her arm to help build up the muscle.

"Yeah, you can be done." He said running his hands through his hair, and it struck Annie how tired he had looked as of late, maybe she was being a bit too ignorant.

"Dad, are you alright?" She asked studying him carefully, using the technique that Tosh had taught her to use on her enemies by looking for the weaknesses based on their stance, walk, and expression. Based on the look of it her father was very stressed.

"I'm fine Annie girl," He said calling her the nickname he had called her since she was a little over six. "Just a lot going on lately." He sighed, before pulling her into a hug. "I can't believe how quick you're growing up, it seems like just yesterday I bumped into you and took you home." He whispered quietly into her hair, and Annie felt a pang of sadness, that couldn't be the reason he was upset could it? That she was growing up too fast?

"Dad, I'm seventeen, not twenty. It's not like I'm leaving or anything." She said pulling back from the hug, choosing not to acknowledge the misty look her father had in his eye, what was up with him today? "Are you sure you're alright? Did something happen that you don't want to talk about? What's wrong?" She inquired, and suddenly she noticed the look in his eye, hesitation.

"Dad does it have to do with the Doctor?" He avoided her look, and she knew she'd hit the root of the problem. "Is he back?"

"No, just- you know the girl Rose that I told you about?" She nodded her head. "Well she was on the dead list." Annie's breath stopped for a second, she had watched Rose a few times with her dad, watching her grow up with him, and she was only two years older than her. She had been so full of energy, and life and the father and daughter duo had witnessed the meeting between the Doctor and Rose, hiding behind a street corner. Annie hadn't at first understood why they couldn't go up and talk to the pair, but Jack had explained that it would mess with his and the Doctor's timelines if they came out and talked to him outright.

She'd taken the answer all in stride, but at one point when the Doctor was visiting the estate that Rose lived at, she had gone up to talk to him pretending to be one of Rose's neighbors, succeeding in nearly blowing her cover when she couldn't say what flat she lived in. Annie herself had watched from behind a car when the Doctor asked Rose about her nosy neighbor later, and her heart nearly leaped into her throat when she by mistake laughed at his question and he looked right at the car she was hiding behind. Needless to say, she did not tell her father about this incident, choosing to keep that to herself. So she felt the grief of the loss of Rose to some degree, obviously not as much as her father but still a reasonable amount, the poor Doctor.

"I need to find him, Annie. To see if it's true, to ask him why I have lived for so long, and well- some other things too. But I need to find him." Jack said almost forcefully, but Annie didn't mind straightening her body to it's full extent of 5 feet four inches. Without a second's thought she had come to a decision.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"I'll help you find him, no matter what."