How do you do, guys, gals, and non-binary pals! I started a thing, that technically started since May, but I never found the right words to write down. But certain events, very recent in my life, caused me to rethink things. Life is short, everything ends, and creativity is shun to the garbage because we worry it's not perfect.

"What if there was a way to escape everything? What if you had a chance at a new life? What, Jack, if you were feeling utterly broken, and somebody - what if somebody was giving you the chance for a break? A break from being broken?"

Torchwood 2.5 Broken, Big Finish audio dramas

Time stood still at 5:38 pm.

He was alive, and now he wasn't. Just a unmoving body.

She never even managed to make it to say goodbye.

Leticia Lopez held on to a stitched TARDIS wallet, walking away from the brightly colored cemetery. She stopped at the edge of the road, watching as the cars and mini-buses striped with lines of the various colonias it represented as it zipped pass. She looked back to see if anyone else had followed her. Half satisfied, she walked down the dirt road, in the direction of her home, hidden in plain sight on a busy street in a carved hill.

Throughout the past few days, she stayed strong, at least in front of people. Her mother had been strong for the last week her grandpa was at the hospital, sleeping at his bedside, feeding him, never leaving the hospital. It was Leticia's turn to be the rock, it was only fair.

Leticia pulled back her black hair behind her larger than average ears, the wind starting to pick up. She looked up to see the white painted man-made bridge just up ahead. She passed by a black spray painted phrase 'Mala Loba', contrasting the unnatural white wall.

Out of all the shows she had watched over the past 15 or 18 years of life, Doctor Who was one of the shows that she couldn't see herself not watching. All those stories, the audios, especially series 8 and 9. The show had been with her for almost six years. Clara Oswald had been the companion who she had the longest span of time with. And now Leticia understood, how Clara, and Ten, acted when they lost Danny Pink and Rose Tyler, respectively. The recklessness, how they jumped into danger all too readily. Grief could be expressed in many forms; survivor's guilt, suicidal ideation, even internalized.

Leticia starred blankly at the sky, right in the middle of the bridge. She pulled out bits of paper she saved, wiping her sadness away.

The world was moving on. Her grandfather had so many people for the funeral, but less than half of them were there for the final days, less than that for the month prior.

The young 19 year old took deep breaths. "Dry those eyes, Leti." She told herself, rubbing herself red to clean herself. "Nothing can be done now."

She hugged herself, shivering against the cold, despite wearing all black. Keeping a watchful eye, she kept at a slow pace as she walked up the path to her blue bungalow, the long way around.

What could she do now? She left school twice to take care of that man. She left the United States, where she was born, to help. What the hell was she going to do with her life now? Should she leave? Should she find a sorta rich man who won't abuse her too much, marry into security? She scoffed at that, like she would confident enough to start dating. Helping her great aunts with selling in one of their small allotted huts?

She had too many questions and not enough day to think it through.

She walked past her favorite sitting spot, stopping to observe. It was the edge of a unfenced corner, where people have decided to use as an easy garbage drop. The smell wasn't as disgusting as the wider-than-average sewer grills and the dried up river that smelled like vomit. The spot had a lovely view of about one-third of the city. Of course, from the city that she grew up from, this city felt more like a mishmash of rural and stacked together houses. She could also see the clouds move past against the lush green mountains that surrounded the city, like she was on a very big island, it made them feel more tangible, being against a darker color. The quiet also helped, being surrounded by birdsong and the occasional voice shouting in the distance.

The reason she stopped wasn't for the view, even with the high noon sun, or even to sit down, which she should do at she had been walking for half an hour, and the tree, planted nearby, shaded her favorite spot. She stopped because, on the opposite side of the street, a brown patch of earth, was a familiar crack in the wall, that wasn't there before.

Leticia shifted her string notebook backpack, pulling out her tiny smartphone. She tapped her camera app, and took a picture of the crack.

"Thank you universe, the crack during that thunder storm in Chicago, wasn't spooky enough, or that unearthed Van Gogh painting with the TARDIS." She took a couple of more pictures at different angles. She sadly smiled in satisfaction at the last picture, as she apparently managed to get a reflection from the sun, that made it appear that the crack was glowing.

Leticia frowned. She counted up to five, and when she did, she moved away her phone from her line of sight. "Fecking hell."

Of all days, it had to be today. It had to appeared to the one hardcore Whovian this side of the mountains.

She looked around the lonely road. She briefly wondered if someone had the bright idea to touch the crack. Maybe they did and she had forgotten them. She pulled her hand away.

She should go, not entertain a fantasy that she would be sucked through a crack and end up in Doctor Who, the more likely result would be being erased from existence, IF that crack really is in the skin of the universe.

She huffed. She was psyching herself up yet again. A cigar was just a cigar, and a crack was a crack. And if she was erased, that wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing.

Leticia Lopez firmly touched the crack, her hand bathed in an eerie light.

The next thing Leticia felt was pain, as she collided with a small body, both of them falling to the floor. She let out a yelp, clutching her side. A little bit of her cinnamon-infused coffee came back to her mouth.

"Don't shoot, that's an order!" She heard a startling familiar voice shout, accompanied by running noises. Leticia blinked, her vision blurring back to an acceptable normal, and noticed a bunch of green camouflage wearing soldiers with red berets, pointing guns at her direction.

She's wasn't the type of girl to cause trouble. Hell, she wanted to half the time, but her mother or her grandfather usually persuade her not to. 'You'll end up being harmed yourself,' her mom would say, in a mixture of Spanish and English, 'You ever so much as smile at a boy - look at him in the eyes for three seconds, they will kidnap you, take you into the mountains, and chain you into being their slave,' She remembered hearing her grandfather say a couple of times, in Spanish.

Leticia raised her arms in a placating manner. "No killing!"

The soldiers complied, lowering their guns.

A sound of a pig snorting, caused Leti to instantly turn her head in the direction of the noise. There, not only she found a standing pig, in a wetsuit, trying to dust itself off, but a man dressed in a leather jacket, sporting a buzzcut hairstyle. Another blink, and she realized who it was.

Leticia blinked. "Okay..." She lowered her arms.

"Leave the civilian in peace," The Ninth Doctor said, with a relieved smile on his face. " can't you tell she's a bit lost?"

"Sir..." One of the white men spoke up. "She appeared out of nowhere, out of a light, in the middle of the air!" His voice raised with each fragment.

The man looked down at Leticia for a second, his face unreadable, and looked back to the solder in question. "No worries, I'll take over from here." He looked back at Leticia, his gaze softening. "Can you stand?"

The young 19 year old didn't trust her voice around her third favorite New Who Doctor so she nodded. The growing headache and the bright lights weren't helping in her speaking out.

"Come on." He beckoned her.

Leticia stood on her feet, glancing back once at the group of soldiers, and walked to the Doctor's side. How was she here? Well, of course, the crack somehow transported her to the Whoniverse, like how a blue pulsing fake looking portal transports someone to the Channel Awesome verse, or that sliders device transport someone to very similar universes with John Rhys Davis. But why transport her to the middle of 'Aliens of London'? In a season that almost no one talks about since certain people think it's better to skip Nine and head for the wildly moody brooding Tenth Doctor, the hot mess of the Doctors, as some would say. She had a few choice words about his era.

The Doctor walked with confidence as they walked on ahead, bypassing the group of soldiers. Leticia looked back in confusion, the group of soldiers that still remained, she saw mirroring the same reaction. He stopped, his head swerving around. Leticia looked down at the walking pig, who followed them. "So, where are we heading?"

"Special transport." He said briskly. He walked straight on ahead, Leticia and the pig followed. At this point in the episode, The Doctor would have been to talking to Torchwood Tosh about Victorian Mermaids, desecrated animal corpses dressed up with a tail and a wig to be dead fishy hybrids. They had the talk over the pig's corpse, the pig having died back in the hallway...

She had been in this universe for five minutes, and she managed to change one thing, two things since the pig didn't die, The Doctor had no sound reason to go back to Tosh, since with the pig alive, he could check out his physiology on the TARDIS. And Tosh would never properly meet the Doctor before her death.

She opened and closed her hand, massaging out the ache from where she fell on it. Of course, maybe because of her, Tosh probably won't die in series two of Torchwood.

The fangirl mentally berated herself, she wasn't that important to make that big an impact in five minutes.

The Doctor opened a door, revealing a old looking room with red benches. 'Fecking fantastic', one step closer to the farting maniacal aliens. She felt a hoof touching her hand, she turned to see the pig, wearing the mimic of a smile. Well, having a walking pig friend wasn't quite how that saying goes, but she was in Doctor Who, almost anything goes; pink clouds travelling the universe for orgasms, space vultures as the undertakers, death via flower petals, a whole planet devoted to a bank. If only the universe had dropped her off at Eleven or Twelve, or maybe even the Eighth Doctor's timeline. Unless she might travel there soon ala Danni Fielding or Rhea Sunehri.

Dear Lord, that would be insanely stressful.

The Doctor opened the door, revealing a blue box in the supply closet. "Might be in for a bit of a shock."

Leticia already had over 11 shockers in the past few days, but this one was something she was entirely prepared for. And a certain dashing Doctor with a blue sonic screwdriver had a great ' introduction' that she was going to homage hers to. "Okay, then." She sighed, masking her burgeoning grin.

The Doctor opened the door to his TARDIS and headed inside. The pig followed suit.

Leticia took a deep breath. First impressions are important, and she doesn't want to screw it up by falling into the grate floor as soon as she walked in. 'Granted, The Doctor isn't Christian Grey,' She shuddered at the thought, 'Thank all the gods for that. And hopefully there's no chance that she ended up in a universe with Lilly Brooks' Doctor.' Being the head of a OC companions community page isn't good for one's sanity. Especially in finding a good story for the page. She walked inside the console room.

The words Leticia wanted to say died on her lips. There was something about seeing it in person that put things into perspective. The first time for heavy petting, a baby puppy following you home, and the TARDIS control room. The room was lit with warm lighting, complimenting the coral-like structures around the grating floor. She could see the wiring under the floor, reminding her of how real this TARDIS was, that it's a machine, that can do almost anything. More than a television show could show. Leticia could see an actual hallway, off to her left, where there's the other half of the control room, instead of a studio crew, that kept up the coral theme. The room smelled like sweet pumpkin, cold air, and something different, but familiar all the same, like smelling something that takes you back to a place when one was younger. And body odor.

She turned around to close the door, raising a arm close enough to smell. Great.

"Are you going to stand around there all day?" Leticia frowned, hearing the distant voice of the Doctor. She looked on to see the Doctor sonicing Piggy, who was seating on the cream color van car seat. She glanced down near his nice rear bumper.

'And they called it puppy love... No, bad brain! Not going through that!' "This room is..."

"Go on," The Doctor suggested. "Get it over with."

"So much bigger on the inside." She quietly finished, glancing back at the Doctor. Leticia wondered why there were so many jokes about his big ears, they aren't an oddity. They looked the same as her grandfather's. Her excitement at seeing the ship faded, remembering the last time she saw her grandfather's ears move by themselves. "So, what happens now?"

The Doctor moved some steps backwards, Leticia followed suit. The pig jump down from the seat, snorting worriedly. "Well, Harry Plopper here has to go to the med bay."

Leticia frowned, a stray memory of her grandfather taking her miles away in his blue van to see the Simpsons movie. "What for?"

"He was created, made to stand like a human. The strain on his spine and feet when they're weren't made to move like a biped, he needs to rest."

Her mind flashed back to her grandfather's hospital bed, his open glazed eyes. "Got it. Don't worry, little guy." Leticia held out her hand. The pig took it in his hand, or hoof. She held on as they walked to the room, squeezing his hoof in reassurance.

Leti sat down on a yellow chair near Piggy's bed, winded by helping him onto it. It was strange, she was getting used to seeing a pig walking upright. Must be a desensitization effect, brought on by new things that make a heart race. She sadly smiled at Piggy. This was the closest contact she had been to a person out of her family in three years.

"So, do you have anybody?" Leticia asked Piggy.

"Of course I do." The Doctor answered a few feet away, setting up some sort of scanner. She wasn't paying too much attention, he probably knew what he was doing.

'Right, Rose Tyler. Hoo boy.' ""Not you. Talking to Piggy!" Leticia jerked her head at the lying creature. "Assuming that he can understand me."

The Doctor repeated her question. The pig made noise in reply.

"He is the last survivor of his family, the rest were slaughtered right in front of him. He ran away, to be as far away from them, and he ended up bumping into big green things with claws. The last thing he remembered was waking up in the spaceship, before it crashed."

A shiver crept up her spine. "Broken Big Ben. You must have been terrified!" Leticia looked back at Piggy, caressing its hoof. Long way from home, seeing their family die, and stuck somewhere they didn't want to be. "I kinda get what you're going through. That doesn't sound like much, I know, but you aren't alone in this." She looked back at the Ninth Doctor, always careful to not fully look him in the eyes. "You got this fella who's all to happy to help!"

"This fella has a name!"

"You never said, though!" It felt nice, talking to someone, bantering. She never had much banter, other than with her 14 year old uncle. Then, when she got older, they had less topics to banter about.

"The Doctor, there you go."

The former shut-in was tempted to try a cheeky joke, but it felt wrong to use the really cheeky ones from the TV. "Leticia Lopez, there you go."

"Hung around Lex Luther or Lois Lane recently?"

"Nah, been years since I've been a fan of Superman stuff. Big fan of Jessica Jones, and Lena Luther ." Who have thunk it? The Doctor is a superhero geek! Among the growing pile of genuine geekiness.

"Pretty sure Lena counts as Superman stuff."

"Well, she's been on Supergirl recently, as Kara's possible girlfriend, so not technically. Then again, Clark Kent was in the first two episodes, so I guess it does in a way count."

"Could you talk about the caped heroes behind me?"

Leticia frowned, opening her mouth to say something, then she heard a slight humming noise, coming from the machine the Doctor was powering on. She quickly headed over to the Doctor's side. The blue green tinted screen started to glow, filtering the room to more of a green. With one press of a button, it made a noise, very similar to a taking a picture with a handheld camera.

She blinked a couple of times, seeing the echo of the bright light for several seconds.

"This might take a while." The Doctor muttered, his eyes searching the picture it had taken.

Her eyes coming to semi-normal levels, One squinting glance at the insides of Piggy's, and she quickly turned away. "Are you going to need help in the next few minutes?"

"No."

"Okay. Is there a bathroom on this ship?"

"Turn left and open the nearest door."

"Thank you." Leticia walked to the sliding doors, and headed to relieve herself. It wasn't like she was going to have another chance, if she ended up trapped in the equivalent of the White House for a night.

Leticia rubbed the back of her neck, as she looked at her reflection in a very clean mirror. Slight bags were forming on her eyes, her teeth were the same as always. She eyed the medicine cabinet, and looked for some Aspirin. Her fingers landed on the Paracetamol. Good enough. She looked around for a cup, realizing she wasn't in her own box, where she could find everything, she was in an alien bathroom, where everything is clean and brightly lit, and no sight of any cups to take a stress relieving pill!

She harshly wiped away the stray tears. She couldn't. Not right now, especially since The Doctor probably won't let her stay on the ship for the duration of the con family green claws two parter. Newbie that came from another universe, if he knew that last bit, who knows how he would react. Well, she had a couple ideas.

She sat down on the closed toilet, her hands fumbling for her wallet to take out her used cream plastic lid, and started to chew on the edges, in an effort to calm down. Everything felt possible from the confines of her blue box, that her mother and her grandfather created for them to live in, where she helped in picking the TARDIS blue color to paint on the wood, now she might have an adventure, where she might see people die, and aliens, who killed people to live in their skin, all for money.

"Fake it 'till you make it." She told herself. She just needed to live through the next couple of hours and then... she'll think of something when the time comes. "Be like Claire Nichols, stay strong, until she got used to being used by that asshat Tony, until it broke her, and had her separated from her daughter. And Claire in that institute, all shut out from the world." Well, that was something else she needed to live for; get past the prologue of the third book in the Consequences series, and finish it.

She stood up straight. "Keep calm, stay strong, and ... And something." Leticia glanced at the cabinet from her the sink. "Ugh, I hate you." She opened the cabinet door. A sly smile appeared on her face. "Fantastic!"

A half an hour later, The Doctor frowned at his readings. He finished scanning Piggy, as Leticia had coined to their mutual friend, and had helped rest comfortably. He was relieved at her leaving to the loo, as the results of the full body scan still shook him. Whatever those aliens were, they were highly skilled, in grafting body parts of a pig, almost seamlessly. It would have fooled the average human, it fooled Leticia. If it wasn't for the small adult spine, of a dwarfed human born male.

Speaking of Leticia, she seemed to have a remarkable ability to wander off, like most humans would. She found herself in one of the restocked kitchens, filled with human food. She must have not have eaten much before the poor girl was brought to this dimension

He figured it out early on, his highly keen senses smelled a mixture of void particles, having to have seal a couple tears in the fabric of the universe, over a lifetime ago, and residual artron energy, even before she boarded the ship, along with the smell of nervous sweat and tears.

He debated turning on the microphone, to tell her to hurry up. He could afford some time, they were in the Vortex, he having moved them there a few moments ago. How was he going to explain this to Rose when he goes back to the Estate? This girl appeared, out of the light, in the middle of the air, from another dimension. The question now is; how would he proceed from here?

I have out of sync with writing, and my latest works have been a bit lackluster. I wrote a few smaller ones, and they just seems off, to me. Yes. I know, before that day, for almost a year, it all felt lackluster.

I hope that I can finish the rest of my work, this side piece and the main one that has been a year, that I had to rewrite three times because it didn't felt right (no wonder RTD use animals for aliens), a year since I posted a new chapter. I haven't abandoned that fic. If the fanfic about the Beatles managed to span about 30 years, having the fab four with powers, and alien planets, then I can afford some time between chapters. It's called Stuck in Another universe, and I really hope to finish it someday.

Also, The consequences series is a very dark sorta not really romantic novel series. It sorta grows on you. Then you end up getting the second book and trying to see how Claire is going to get out of her circumstances. And then there's this mystery element. It really sucks you in, despite a few things, you will know what they are as soon as you read the first chapter.