Trying to figure out what was happening while bleeding to death in the back of a car was extremely difficult . . . and frustrating. It was all a blur, the traffic lights blinking in and out of existence as Riley heard Jack's voice, telling her to stay awake, though with this much pain, she could barely make out the words. Within minutes, or maybe longer, Riley's grasp on time was slipping, she felt the car stop and Owen and Jack jump out.

What she didn't see was Jack tackle Gwen and John, inject the syringe filled with the Torchwood team's blood, and the panic that ensued straight after. The countdown continued, as the device managed to fall off of John in the few remaining seconds of the timer. Without hesitating, Jack quickly threw the disc into the Rift without a moment to spare. The explosion was contained to a small portion of the roof, sending a small shockwave.

Then, night.

"What the hell?" Jack asked, peering at his watch as the sun suddenly set. The morning sky, gradually creeping up along the horizon, was suddenly gone, replaced by the darkness and the moon. It must have jumped forward, or back, at least 12 hours. The captain didn't seem too confused, only slightly shocked.

"Jack, what's going on? Why has it gone dark?" Gwen asked, still a bit worried.

"The Rift's reverted to the moment he came through," Jack explained, still not quite believing what happened, that that was even possible. "Everything's jumped back to the beginning of the night."

"Like you were never here," Gwen spat out to John, who only had a rather smug smile on his face.

That is, until Jack lunged for him.

"Whoa, whoa!" John exclaimed as Gwen held him steady. Jack immediately went for his wrist, the one not currently tied to Gwen's, and roughly remoted the vortex manipulator. "Lots of manhandling happening," John stickered as Jack only growled in return, fully removing the device.

He then ran back towards the car, crouching over Riley's body. "Riley, Riley!" he shouted, noticing her eyes closed as he roughly shook her awake.

"Mmmm-what?" Riley slurred together, partially opening her eyes and peering up at the captain. She hardly noticed Jack holding her wrist, taking off the fake vortex manipulator and putting on the real one. Her other hand slowly reached up, poking him in the face. "Iknowyou," she continued to slur, eyes dropping a bit. "Why are you always so sad mc-sad face?"

"She's going into shock," Jack spat out, looking up at his team. "Get me the medkit, now!"

Riley continued to poke him in the face, as if she couldn't believe he was there. "You need to calm down mister space boy. Always so tense."

Tosh brought over the kit, roughly setting it down on the back of the sports car just as Jack ripped open her shirt, revealing the gunshot wound a few inches below her collarbone. The bleeding was slowing but had yet to heal, still looking as if it was freshly received. Switching the vortex manipulator had worked but it couldn't revert the damage already done and it was dangerously far along.

"Move, Jack," Owen sharply commanded, placing a hand on Jack's shoulder.

The captain hesitated, not wanting to leave Riley for even a moment but knowing Owen, their doctor, had much more skill and training in this area. He immediately stood up, Owen quickly taking his place as he started working on the wound, first giving the area some painkillers. Riley hissed at the contact, but otherwise remained still, only pointing up to Jack, a small frown on her face.

"Like that-stop that," she pointed, seeing his eyebrows furrowed with worry as he grimaced at the scene. "Stop that sad frowny face."

Jack couldn't watch anymore, feeling his heart break as Riley became weaker and weaker, more bandages filled with blood, and Owen ordered Tosh to help, his voice wavering. He looked away, opting to stare at the Rift instead, and finding John, who looked entirely too innocent and cheerful at what was happening.

Jack glared, his entire poker face gone as he marched forward, Gwen looking nervously between the two. The Captain stopped mere inches from the con-man, hands clenching as he stared at John, wishing he could wipe that smile off his face and make him feel the pain Riley was in right now. But that is not the type of man he was anymore.

Oh hell with it.

Jack quickly made his choice, balling up his fist and connecting it with John's face in less than a second. John staggered a bit as he clutched his face, only still standing since he was handcuffed to Gwen.

"I want you gone," Jack hissed out, making John's face fall just a bit as he looked at his hand, seeing the blood.

"Well, we've got to work out a way to get these off first," Gwen hissed, holding up her arm, which was still attached to John's with the handcuffs.

"Actually . . ." John spoke up, looking a bit sheepish before reaching inside his mouth. He gagged a bit but in a matter of seconds, pulled out the small key, the one that was previously 'lost'. "Old Artesian trick," he explained, rather pleased with himself. "Keep it in the lining of the throat. Has a lot of uses."

"You had that all along?"

"You were my passport to survival," he simply explained reaching over to uncuff the pair and sweetly smiling down at Gwen. "No hard feelings. Well, not in that sense," he chuckled at his own joke.

Gwen smiled for a moment, playing along until the handcuffs were fully off. Then, using all of her strength, Gwen punched John square in the face, the punch strong enough to send him falling to the ground.

He slowly stood up, lightly holding his nose, now broken thrice over, as he looked to Gwen in shock. Jack couldn't help but let out a little laugh, knowing the man deserved much more but seeing him in this state was good as well.

He then cleared his throat, holding out a hand to John, who only lightly nodded his head. Reaching into his back pocket, he took out Jack's vortex manipulator, placing it in the man's palm without a second glance. Jack looked it over, making sure it wasn't one of John's tricks before putting it back in it's rightful place on his wrist.

"Definitely bigger," Jack remarked before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out John's vortex manipulator-the one he switched with Riley's. He opened the flap, removing Riley's coordinate list before roughly handing John the device back, looking none too pleased about it.

John cleared his throat. "If you need a new team member . . ."

But Jack quickly cut him off. "No."

"Really? I could-"

"No," he said, his stare warning John not to push him. John gave a small chuckle, not believing he was being pushed aside that easily, then briefly looking over at the car with Riley. The realization grew on his face, plainly obvious why Jack was sending him away. "Go now and you can harness the residual rift energy," Jack explained, wanting him absolutely gone.

"Listen-"

"Goodbye," Jack said sharply.

John just nodded, realizing that it was all over for him. Any hope of staying or being with Jack was gone. "Okay . . ." He trailed off before reaching and grabbing Jack by the back of the neck, pulling him forward into a kiss. Only Jack didn't return it, standing absolutely still as John tried to deepen the kiss but received nothing in return. He pulled away, giving Jack a light pat on the shoulder as Jack merely glared at him, his patience wearing thin.

John slowly walked away to the rift, placing his vortex manipulator back on his wrist and pressing a few buttons. He looked on, staring at Jack before saying one final thing. "Oh, by the way," he mentioned rather casually. "I meant to tell you, I found Gray."

Then, giving one last smile, he was then gone, the Rift and vortex manipulator sending him away out into wherever in time and space.

But Jack merely stood there, a shocked look on his face as he stared into the Rift, the name haunting him, bringing back old, terrible memories. How could that be?

"Jack!" Owen yelled from the car, bringing him out of his own world. "She's stabilized but we need to get back to the Hub, now!"

He let out a shaky breath, standing for a few more seconds before rushing over, knowing he had more urgent, and more important, things to worry about. "Alright, let's go, double time."

xXx

Riley groaned, her eyes slowly opening before squinting against the bright light. She brought a hand up to shield her eyes but it was like moving a weight, the whole movement lethargic. In an instant, she felt another hand grasp her own, slowly lowering it to the bed as another rested on her head.

"Hey there, easy," he said softly as Riley looked over and found Jack by her bedside. He looked a bit disheveled and tired, the evening's events no doubt taking a toll. He gave her a small smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Like one would expect," Riley quietly answered, her throat a bit dry and scratchy. She peered around the room, finding herself in some sort of med bay, thankfully without any blowfish. Only a few tubes were attached to her, probably checking on her vitals, and a blanket was pulled up over her legs. "What happened? Is Gwen alright?"

"Perfectly fine, along with everyone else," he assured her, giving a small nod as he looked her over, his hand still gently grasped in hers.

Riley peered down, wondering why he was still grasping her hand but let it slide. Between the soreness of her chest and overall drowsy state, she had bigger things to worry about. "And John?"

Jack frown, his mouth set in a hard line. "Gone," he said simply and definitively.

She breathed out a sigh of relief, glad the mystery man was out of their hair, though a bit disappointed she didn't see him go. She had wanted to give him a going away present - a swift punch to the face - but all things considered, she was happy to be alive.

Peering down, Riley noticed some bandages peaking out from under a white tank top - a shirt that she was definitely not wearing earlier, much to her slight embarrassment. She lightly touched the bandage on the left side of her chest where she had been shot. "What happened?"

Jack fidgeted, angry at what had happened, at what could have happened if they were slower. "John knew removing your vortex manipulator would essentially reverse your timeline, take you back to before you lost your memories. Once we neutralized the detonator, we got your real vortex manipulator back, which stopped the wound from growing any larger."

Riley nodded, figuring as much. The team really did save the day, despite the odds and John's attempts at killing them all. "But how did he know? Did you know we met before?"

Jack let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head a bit. "I have no idea, which I don't like. But he's gone now and definitely not coming back."

But Riley couldn't let it go, replaying what he said to her, what all she knew. It's not only that he knew her, or somehow knew that her life was linked to the vortex manipulator. It seemed as if he knew everything - about her memory loss, Plan B, and probably even more. And that was what worried her. "That memory you showed me . . . I mentioned him. We were going to meet him."

"Riley," Jack said quickly, cutting her off before she could continue. He placed a firm hand on her shoulder. "You cannot tell me what was in that memory, it hasn't happened for me yet, we cannot risk it."

"Alright, you have a point . . ." Riley sighed. She understood why knowing your future was dangerous business and, by the way Jack reacted, he didn't want to get close to uncovering his own. Plus, at this point in his timeline, he probably had no idea why her memory loss occurred. Riley lightly ran a hand through her hair, slightly disappointed by how much energy it took. She still felt weak, though you don't recover from a gunshot in a day, even if it technically did happen who knows how long ago.

So if Jack couldn't help, maybe River would? He did mention he knew the woman, Riley reminded herself to ask her next time they crossed paths. Either way, she didn't like having John know that much about her, it didn't sit right.

"Thank you for giving me the memory disk by the way," Riley continued, thinking back on that entire conversation. "It did help, especially after . . . well, not so long ago, all of my memories came back, everything."

"Riley," Jack said with worry. "You told me that could never happen. Did you-"

"They're all gone," Riley reassured him, seeing that he was beginning to panic. And, after seeing what was in the memory disk, she understood why. She slowly continued. "It was only for a moment, well a few moments, maybe an hour. Then it all went away . . . and I was so angry afterwards, that it was all there before it went away. I can only remember bits, saying odd things and remembering the overall scene but nothing concrete. But I thought I was happy, I continued on with the adventure like it was completely normal, I was so confident in what I could do but now . . . I realize that what I felt wasn't happiness, it couldn't be. The truth was, I was terrified when I knew everything. I was so scared of what would happen next - if knowing could be my death or the death of everyone there. Or would I reveal something too soon, say the wrong thing, drastically changing future events?"

Riley paused for a moment, absentmindedly waving her hand off to the side. "Plus the whole possibility of the universe never existing was pretty bad too - but the bottom line is I don't want to feel that afraid again. And the memory you gave me, it gave me insight on why I should be so afraid, why I cannot know. Everyone says to wait, heck River even said it will work out in the future . . . maybe I should just listen and continue on."

Jack was silent for a moment, his brow creasing in either deep thought or worry before looking back up to Riley. "Don't stop searching," he firmly said, though with a bit of apprehension hidden behind the words. "It's your memories, your past life, but it's not the most important part of the puzzle, far from it. Remembering won't change anything . . . but creating paradoxes, seeing the universe, helping others - that is what is more important."

Jack grasped her hand a bit tighter, causing the girl to look up from her own thoughts and concentrate on the man. It was almost like he was pleading with her. "You help people, save people."

"No, that's all the Doctor-"

"It's not," he quickly cut her off, shaking his head. "There are humans and aliens out there than owe their lives to you, you help them. Hell, you even helped me."

Riley playfully rolled her eyes as she saw a small smirk grace the Captain's lips. "And what exactly did I help you with?"'

"Well, as I mentioned before, I am fairly perfect already," he slowly revealed, the smile growing on his face. Now this was the Riley he knew. A person who was not afraid to crack a joke and play along with his antics. "But you did help me, well, technically your future self did, but I think I'll still count it."

"Watch it - I can still change my mind," she lightly punched his shoulder, a small smile on her lips.

"Alright, alright," Jack held his hands up in mock surrender. "I'll let your past and future antics count. But in the meantime, let's get you some food, and I'm sure the team would like to see you awake."

xXx

Jack made good on his promise, bringing down a whole box of pizza shortly after, followed by the rest of the Torchwood team. It was odd, being in a hospital-like room in a bed with others standing about, but fairly comfortable at the same time. Riley realized maybe Torchwood was not that bad, at least this lot, though she was still unsure why the name made her uneasy and, until she knew more about them, didn't say a word, especially to Jack.

She was finally able to get out of bed after Owen gave the OK, the wound healing up nicely. It would scar, something about the wound being made with a futuristic gun, but as long as she kept her vortex manipulator at her side, should cause no more trouble. Though Jack, knowing the types of adventures she had with the Doctor, advised her to stay a few more extra days, wanting to make sure she was healthy. And Riley had to agree - half because she could end up in 500 BC with no painkillers and because she needed a break, feeling like she ran from one problem to another when she made her jumps with the Doctor.

And it helped that Torchwood was pretty entertaining. Between the team battering, comfortable atmosphere, and rather cool underground base, she could see why they all were part of Torchwood and why her future self seemed to join them. Ianto gave her the full tour of the place, including a rather entertaining story of how the pterodactyl ended inside the base. He was the most secluded of the bunch, but still very much part of the team. Riley thanked the man for helping her back at the office but he merely brushed it off, saying it was payback for earlier events.

Tosh and Owen taught her some computer basics, especially after finding out she had no idea how to turn one on. She had never seen someone so shocked in her life and immediately received a crash course that would hopefully be useful in the future. Though, between all of the different gadgets, instructions, and operating systems, Riley was sure she had a fairly long way to go. At least she knew what the internet was and how to 'Google' something.

Gwen invited Riley to some targeting practice, Riley excited that she still had some muscle memory to fire fairly well. Definitely not as well as Gwen, who had a wicked aim, but at least she hit the target every time, which was impressive enough for Riley. She also learned that Gwen was engaged and was the only Torchwood member to have a partner outside of the work, a normal life as it were. Though Riley could tell that topic was a fairly big sore spot, for Gwen and the rest of the members.

As for Jack, well, Jack was practically hovering the whole time, barely letting Riley out of his sight. He was constantly checking up on her, asking about her wound and whether she needed anything. At first it was expected, she did get shot, but the frequency barely let up. Riley asked Gwen about it but she only said "You'll find out soon enough" whatever that meant. But Jack did show her some more features on her vortex manipulator and was pretty annoyed when she told the Captain that River already taught her the basics. They didn't talk a whole lot more about her memories, Jack expertly skirting around the subject when Riley brought it up, but Riley didn't tremendously mind. It was nice to have a few relatively normal days, at least close to normal as possible.

But, despite how comfortable and welcoming everyone was, it was time to move on. Similar to before, the feeling was almost like an itch, wanting to be on her way as each day went by. She made it a full week before she finally decided it was time to go.

Riley made her goodbyes at the end of the day, the team having a fairly easy week with no emergencies or alien threats, which was extremely unusual apparently. Everyone had gone home, saying their goodbyes to Riley with the absolute knowledge of seeing her again. That is, except Jack, who really didn't have another place to go - Torchwood was home.

"So you just stay here, all alone?" Riley asked, glancing around the base one final time. "You and the pterodactyl?"

"He keeps surprisingly good company," Jack joked, keeping his hands inside his pockets. "And I don't . . . well, there are only a few nights where I'm the only one here. It's just because it's a slow week and all."

Riley nodded her head, not entirely believing the Captain but let it slide. "Well don't try to trash the place, though as the Captain I guess there is no one here to reprimand you."

He shrugged. "Being in charge does have it's perks." He then nodded towards her wound, turning a bit more serious. "That should heal up in no time, though uncomfortable for the next few days."

Riley was wary. "Owen said it would take longer than that, and that it would scar . . ."

"Well, I guess technically he's right. The scar won't go away but you'll be back running with the Doctor in no time, don't worry."

Riley just shook her head, giving a small smile and opening the vortex manipulator flap as she crossed off the latest coordinates and entered the new set. "I guess this isn't truly goodbye since I'm mysteriously a part of Torchwood?"

"Eh," Jack hesitated, a playful grin on his face. "I think freelancer was the term you used. But no, our paths will definitely cross again."

"Alright Captain," Riley laughed, rather eager to find out how exactly she was involved in all of this but knowing it would come in due time. "Till we meet again."

"Till we meet again, Sunshine."

Then, giving one last smile to Jack, Riley pressed the final button on her vortex manipulator, momentarily being blinded by a flash of light . . .

Before immediately losing her balance, her arms flailing around as she tried to see what was happening in the dark. She couldn't hold onto anything solid, reaching out but grabbing onto clothes on hangers, pull them down with her as she fell forward. Continuing with the amusing acrobatics, she lost her footing due to the multiple pairs of shoes on the ground, as she leaned forward, finding a door along with a knob. Twisting it, she all but fell out, an assortment of coats, scarfs, and shoes following her to the floor. Riley let out a groan, her wound protesting the fall as she slowly looked up, finding herself in a living room full of purple and zebra print.

And a lady currently standing on the other side of the room, holding a lamp out like a weapon. She looked at Riley, utterly shocked at seeing a woman randomly appear in a closet and tumble out. And Riley really didn't blame her - she was shocked to find herself in a closet. She could have sworn she put in the coordinates right . . .

"Riley?" the red haired woman whispered out, eyes growing wide as she realized exactly who this mystery girl was. "Is that really you?"

"Donna, are you alright?" a woman's voice shouted from upstairs, a bit of concern in her voice as she most likely wondering what all that racket was.

"I'm alright!" Donna shouted back up, placing down the lamp and marching over to Riley. Riley was like a deer in the headlights, seeing the woman walk over with a half annoyed, half amazed expression. She hoisted Riley up, looking her over like she's seen a ghost. "My colleague just arrived and had a bit of a stumble." She rolled her eyes at the last word, looking at the mess on the floor.

Giving a sigh, Donna, quickly picked up the clothing, throwing it back into the closet before the other woman found out.

"A colleague?" the woman asked, coming down the stairs just as Donna closed the closet door. Riley was still frozen, unsure what was going on and why Donna knew her.

"Ah yes, must have taken a wrong turn, right Riley?" Donna answered, placing her hand on Riley's back and giving her a pinch to follow along.

Riley winced, not expecting the pinch, but adamantly nodded. "Yes, yes, right. Always get my lefts and rights mixed up," she smiled at the woman, who looked like she was getting ready to go out.

"Well then," she nodded, picking up a bag and turning off a few lights. "Tell your bosses that I absolutely love the product. Best weight loss pill I've ever tried!" She let out a giggle, checking her hair in the mirror as a car horn sounded from outside. "Oh, must be my ride! Wish me luck!"

The woman smiled at the pair, walking them out into the night air before getting into the taxi. Giving one last wave, the taxi took off, with Donna and Riley standing on the street corner, looking rather confused. Just as the taxi turned a corner, Donna practically launched herself at Riley, who was still trying to process what exactly was happening.

"Riley!" she breathed, looking the girl over. "You're here, you're really here!"

"Uhhhhh, yes, yes I am," Riley slowly replied, having no idea who this mystery woman was. You'd think she would be use to this by now.

"But if you're here then so is the Doctor. Is he coming with you?" she breathlessly asked. Riley opened her mouth to speak but Donna cut her off. "No, of course not. I mean, you didn't exactly show up in that big blue box ship thing. But the Doctor must know you're here right? On your way to find you? Or do you have a rendezvous point? He must be investigating this too. Adipose Industries, just sounds too good to be true doesn't it? I knew the Doctor would show up to see what could be wrong, the entire thing just screams alien!"

Riley blinked, having never heard a person speak so fast before, especially one that was smiling like a kid on Christmas day. Donna did manage to pause during her ramblings. "Well don't just stand there without saying anything! Where is the Doctor?"

"Uhhhh," Riley said intelligently, feeling just as lost as the day she woke up in the hospital. Who was this woman?

Donna's face slowly fell as she started to look Riley over, confused why Riley wasn't returning her enthusiasm. "Why are you acting like that?"

Riley hesitated a bit, really starting to hate this conversation. "I really have no idea who you are," she slowly replied, seeing the redhead's face grow with confusion. "I'm sorry."

"We haven't met before? What load of rubbish is that?" Donna obviously didn't believe her, looking at the girl oddly. "I've been searching the whole of London and when I finally do, you decide to make that your answer. 'I have no idea who you are?'"

"But it's true, I really have no idea who you are!"

She scoffed. "I did not almost die on my wedding day because of an ancient spider for you to pull a stunt like that."

"I'm not pulling any stunt-wait, wedding? Ancient spider?"

"Is there a reason why you don't want to help me? Did he find someone else? Is that why you're pretending not to know me?"

"I'm not pretending!" Riley exclaimed, hardly believing this conversation was happening. Didn't the Doctor tell people she rarely meets people in the right order? "This-this makes me jump around the Doctor's timeline," Riley explained, showing off her vortex manipulator. "But it's never in order, I've met old and younger versions of him this past month! Hey-!"

Donna roughly grabbed her wrist, looking over the vortex manipulator as if it wasn't attached to someone's body. She quickly opened the flap, looking over the coordinates.

"What are you-"

"It's different," Donna breathed, her finger placed on the other side of the list, well away from the coordinate she just came from. "You were all the way over here when I last saw you."

"Exactly, see!" Riley practically shouted, glad that something made Donna see she wasn't lying. "I'm only at the beginning."

Donna released her arm as she gave an exasperated sigh. "Bloody fantastic," Donna said with frustration, throwing her arms up in defeat. "Just great. Have you even seen the Doctor? Is he even here?"

Riley only shrugged, glancing down at the coordinates on the vortex manipulator's flap as she massaged her wrist. Really wasn't expecting the woman's grip to be so tight . . . "I typed in the correct coordinates," she muttered. "He should be somewhere around here . . . at least he usually is."

"Usually?" Donna repeated in annoyance. "What do you mean usually?"

"Well, he wasn't last time," Riley pointed out as she glanced around the street. She didn't recognize any Torchwood vehicles so she assumed the Doctor was around here somewhere . . . oh lets face it, she had no idea.

"Great, just great!" Donna sarcastically exacerbated. "First my wedding, now this!" She threw her hands up in the air yet again before walking down the street, leaving Riley behind.

"Hey, wait!" Riley quickly caught up, trying to keep up with the woman's strides. "What do you mean wedding? You mentioned that before."

"You can ask spaceman about that story," Donna spat out, not slowing down as she headed towards a car. She started to unlock it until Riley placed a firm hand on the door, keeping it closed.

"Hold on, you're trying to find the Doctor?" Riley asked for confirmation, receiving an eyeroll. She took that as a yes. "I need to find him too - or at least I'm supposed to find him, I haven't really worked that out. But bottom line, I can help."

Donna paused, looking Riley over for a moment before speaking. "You can find the Doctor?"

"These coordinates take me to him, or someone who knows him," Riley explained, holding up her vortex manipulator. "They took me here, directly to you, so he shouldn't be far. Usually I just run towards the danger or any unusual event."

"That sounds like the Doctor," Donna muttered. She paused for a moment, giving Riley a curious look. "Alright, I'll let you have a shot - 24 hours to find him," she added point, giving Riley a rather stern look as the girl adamantly nodded. "Running towards danger . . . that's how I found out about Adipose Industries, there's so many conspiracy theories about it. And I thought, doesn't hurt to try, maybe she alien tech is involved."

"Adipose Industries?"

"A diet pill company with an alarming success rate. Literally too good to be true and has some rumored disappearances."

"Diet pills?" Riley repeated before giving a small shrug. She's heard of odder things. Plus, it seemed like Donna was going to give her a chance, which was more than she could hope for. "Sounds like the right track. So . . . what's the next course of action?"

xXx

Turns out the next step was waiting until morning. Donna graciously allowed Riley to stay with her, or rather, at her mother's house, much to her mum's annoyance. Riley truly never heard someone nag to much in her life. Everything from having no job, disappearing during the day, her clothes. It just made Riley feel sympathy for the woman, wanting a new life with the Doctor but having no idea where to find him. Riley hoped they would find the man the next day, not sure how much more nagging she could take.

Donna's plan of action was impressive. Apparently, she's been doing research on Adipose Industries, even managing to get inside the sales floor of the company. After interviewing one of the customers, the next idea was to do some snooping at night, which required a way to get inside without being detected - posing as employees.

After Donna lent Riley one of her business suits, the pair went to the car, much to her mum's annoyance.

"It's my turn for the car!" Sylvia, Donna's mother, yelled as they entered the car. Riley awkwardly followed Donna's lead, giving a sympathetic shrug to Sylvia. "What you need it for?"

"A quick getaway," Donna responded, obviously extremely annoyed by her mother's nagging, before shutting the door and starting up the vehicle.

They parked in an alleyway not too far from Adipose Industries, just hidden out of sight to not look suspicious but close enough for a quick escape, if they really needed one.

Riley followed Donna's lead, heading inside the building and acting like they were supposed to be there, glad to see that they both blended in perfectly. The next part was where the excitement stopped, however. Wanting to stay out of sight, Donna's idea was to head to the bathrooms and hide out until the end of the workday. They each took a separate stall, hunkering down for a long wait.

Around 6:15, Donna lightly tapped on Riley's stall, making her jump and wake up from her small nap. Stretching out a crick in her neck, she stood up, opening the door to see Donna. "Ready to go?" she whispered.

Donna opened her mouth to reply but her cell phone started to go off, making both ladies jump. Quickly, Donna reached down, pulled out her phone and rolling her eyes. She motioned for Riley to get back into the stall as she went in another one.

Riley could hear the whispered conversation, wishing Donna would just hang up.

"Not now," Donna hissed out with a bit of panic. "I can't. I'm busy." There was another pause. "I'm in church . . . Praying."

That last one caused Riley to snicker, imagining what type of conversation that could be. She waited, not hearing Donna answer for a moment but thought about going to check on her.

That is, until a giant crash broke through the silence.

The sound echoed throughout the small space, obviously signalling someone entering the restroom - and wanting them to know about it. Riley held her breath, wondering who could have entered, who would know that her and Donna were here. Either way, this was not good, their plan quickly disintegrating. And then the mystery person spoke up.

"We know you're in here, so why don't you make this nice and easy and show yourself?" a lady spoke up with a clear, calm, commanding voice. There was a pause, Riley definitely not wanting to go out and see who it was. Instead, she brought her feet up onto the toilet, as if it would make her invisible. Maybe the lady would just look under the stalls then go away.

"I'm waiting," the lady continued, her voice sounding as if she was speaking to a child. "I warn you, I'm not a patient woman. Now, out you come." There was another pause. "Right. We'll do it the hard way. Get her."

They then started to check each stall, banging open every door, the sound ricocheting across the bathroom. Riley knew she was in big trouble, her stall was before Donna's. But if she could be captured instead of Donna, well, she might be able to send for help or even find the Doctor.

The sound was getting louder, they were taking their sweet time checking each one. Riley held her breath, knowing they were only one away when -

"Now look what we have here," the woman said, peering down from her glasses. Riley jumped up, ready to take on the woman until she noticed the large man who knocked down the door, the one with the machine gun and a sour look on his face. Her face fell, any thoughts of fighting her way out completely disappearing. Sure she still had her pistol in her back waistband but she would rather wait than reveal that at the moment.

The woman, on the other hand, gave Riley a small smile, barely able to contain her excitement. Riley looked between the two, giving a small smile of her own. Maybe she could talk her way out of this. "I'm sorry, is work over?"

But the lady didn't find it as amusing. "I thought we had one rat in here but it appears we have an infestation," she calmly said. Without motioning to the guard, he came into the stall, pulling Riley out and handing her over to another guard, who also had a gun at the ready. "How interesting . . . " She then gave a nod, signaling the guard to continue his search, causing Riley to leap forward, as if to stop him, but the guard held on fast, keeping her firmly planted. Both her and Donna could not be taken.

"You're wrong, there was no one else, just me!" Riley yelled at the lady but it fell on deaf ears.

The bodyguard kicked open one more door, just a single stall away from Donna before taking a step back, stopping his assault. Slowly, the lady stepped forward, her smile growing wider at the findings. "There you are."

The guard brought a girl forward in a grey suit, a girl that Riley did not recognize. But she only sneered at the older woman, a look of disgust on her face. "I've been through the records, Foster, and all of your results have been faked," she spat out, acting a bit smug despite her being found. "There's something about those pills you're not telling us."

But it didn't phase the lady - Miss Foster. "Oh, I think I'll be conducting this interview, Penny. Two interviews, in fact," she merely stated, glancing between both captured girls before they were led out of the bathroom.

A/N: Hope everyone enjoyed the Torchwood adventure! There will be more of them in the future, I want Riley to figure a few more things out first, but if you have any episode requests, feel free to send them along!

Also, am I the only one loving the new season of Doctor Who? Just awesome stories all around and basically confirmed my rule of never staying in a creepy old house with an excess amount of wood.

As always, if you have any requests or other thoughts about the story, reviews are extremely welcome and thank you to everyone who has read thus far!

bored411: Very crazy stuff! The Doctor's reaction will be . . . interesting, mostly because of where he is in the timeline when he finds out. Hope you enjoyed!

OrangeSunset1701: Thanks and here you go! :)

slytherpuffrules: w00t thanks! Hope you enjoyed reading the rest!

Hope everyone has a great week and see you next time!