Times Change

(Edited)

AN: so here is the first chapter of the new and hopefully better Times Change. It is a completely new storyline, so enjoy and please review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or Torchwood.

Chapter one:

It was probably late morning, in earth time anyway, when I made my way to the control room. Sure enough, the Doctor was already in there, tinkering with something underneath the consol. I shuffled my feet and kicked an imaginary stone, waiting to see if he would notice me. He didn't. I was about to announce my presence when his head suddenly shot up, his unruly fringe wildly flopping into his eye and the golden glow that illuminated the overly large room lit up his impish, boyish grin.

"Ah, good morning Addie Q!"

He gestured quickly to my outfit which consisted of a vest top, covered by a white baseball jacket, denim shorts, tight and my usual converse, white today. He continued,

"You may want to change, not good camping attire."

He bent down and resumed whatever he was doing without so much as a second glance.

"Camping?" I asked, completely confused.

He ignored me.

"Doctor." I growled,

He clearly sensed my annoyance as he stood up once more. A look of complete innocence on his face as he spoke,

"That's what I said, yes."

I raised my eyebrow at him. He sighed and reluctantly moved over to the jump seat like a child who had been told too many times to sit on the naughty step. He began to explain;

"I have this friend, sort of. We have an odd relationship, met him first during world war two. There were these zombie like things so I didn't really get to know him very well, but then we met again-"

I impatiently cleared my throat.

"Sorry." He looked back at me, "Was I rambling?"

"Just a bit, yeah."

He shook his head, apparently clearing his thoughts,

"His name's Jack." He spoke as though that tiny piece of information would explain everything.

"Doctor, you said camping?" I inquired again, more nervous than anything, he'd been acting odd recently. Like he wasn't really there. Like he was carrying a heavy burden or secret that he desperately wanted to tell me about.

He never did, mind. But I always took it as though he didn't want to hurt me, rather than the fact that he didn't trust me. To tell you the truth, I had trusted him the moment he had asked me to; he had just had a look about him. Apparently I didn't have the same effect on him. I brushed the thoughts aside as he spoke again,

"Yes. I did." He grinned once again and switched back to his normal Doctor mode, "He has a problem and needs my. Our." He corrected himself, "Assistance. So go and get changed."

I rolled my eyes but did as I was told. I wanted to know who this Jack person was anyway. The Doctor hadn't given too much away; he was frustratingly brilliant at doing that.

I retreated back to my room, now it was my turn to act like the child, so I did. I made sure that the strange old timelord, that I know called my best friend, could hear me stamping my feet loudly on the metal type floor of the corridors, the sound of my footsteps reverberated from the walls and just for a moment, I could of sworn that I had heard him chuckle. I grinned before frowning; camping definatly wasn't my type of thing, granted I'd never actually been- growing up in an asylum and all- but I knew what it entailed; sleeping on a lumpy, uncomfortable, blow up mattress (if you're lucky.) and having to deal with spiders in your bed, I grimaced at the thought, a small shudder creeping up my spine. Not only those two things, but I knew that my hair wouldn't stay looking decent after a few days in… well I had no idea as to where we were going, knowing the doctor it could be anywhere. I sighed and shook my head as I punched in the code for my room.

A few minutes later, I was once again making my way to the control room, now wearing a pair of torn baggy jeans and an overnight bag hung loosely from my shoulder. The TARDIS had seemed to know instantly what I was looking for when I had entered the vast wardrobe. All of the clothes I would need were in front of me pretty much as soon as I had stepped through the doors.

"Doctor!" I called, feeling strangely lonely as I wandered down the steps towards the console. The sound of my call echoed slightly around the now empty ship. The light was still on, however, and the TARDIS was still humming gently so it wasn't creepy, just empty.

"Outside!" I jumped slightly as the Doctor voices cut through my thoughts. He sounded distant.

I spun around on my heels, trying to get a sense of from where abouts his voice was coming from. Upon seeing the doors, I realised that one of them was slightly ajar, a dull beam of light stretched lazily through the open space and onto the floor, it illuminated the dust particles that floated through the air, distending out for about a metre before stopping suddenly. I tilted my head to one side, taking note of the fact that I could hear two voices coming the other side of the wooden doors; one was undoubtedly the Doctors and the other one sounded American. Intrigued, I made my way towards the large double doors, hiking my bag up onto my shoulder as I went. I walked outside.

And instantly wished that I hadn't.

I was surrounded by a thick, dirty grey mist that seemed to obscure the landscape, eerily creating shadows where shadows shouldn't belong, making it feel as though there was an unknown presence that could be just out of sight, watching us without us seeing it. This feeling disappeared when I glanced down and saw that my converse were soaking wet after about twenty seconds of stand in the sodden shin high grass that whipped around my legs as I took a carful step forward. I groaned loudly as large gust of wind whipped a few strands of hair that had fallen out of the bun that I had hap-hazardly pulled to the back of my head before leaving the TARDIS. The Doctor turned around instantly, his grin faltering when he saw the state of my shoes,

"Ah, yes. Probably should have told you to change your shoes." He glanced up at me as I raised an accusing eyebrow at him,

"Anyhow." He said with a flourish, "Adelaide Quinn, meet-"

The American accent pounded through the Doctor's sentence as a dark haired, tall man in a military coat swaggered out from behind him,

"Captain Jack Harkness. Love your name." he said with a wink as he held out his hand, I took it and shook it firmly as I spoke,

"Uh, thanks." I stuttered, completely taken aback at how good looking this guy was.

He grinned at me, I grinned back.

"Ahem." The Doctor announced his presence with a false cough before pointing at me, "You, go and change your shoes," he turned to Jack, "And you, stop it."

Jack raised his hands in defence, "I was only saying hello."

"You weren't."

I cut in, "Oh, I don't mind." I smirked at Jack as I opened the TARDIS door.

The Doctor face-palmed.

So chapter one is up, as always tell me what you think and I hope you enjoyed it.