Another story! Whoo! I've got loads of stories I'm writing at the moment, I thought it was about time I posted one. I seem to have a thing about writing stories in which somthing happens with the Doctor's past. I also seem to have a thing about them investigating disturbances in time. I'll try to avoid that from now on, I think. But until then...

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Torchwood. Not that not owning Torchwood really matters here, I'd just like to own them both.

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Rose watched the Doctor intently as he leant over the consol, staring at the screen. His glasses were perched on his nose, and strands of hair fell over his eyes. His brow was furrowed as he concentrated on the information flashing across the screen. She wasn't sure if he knew she was watching him or not.

After about five minutes of watching him, Jack came striding into the room as if he was God, like he always does.

"Good morning!" He said happily, plonking himself on the seat next to Rose. "So what are we doing today? I fancy a bit of surfing I think, the planet Safalia is good for that, especially in the summer. Massive waves…"

"We're going to Earth." The Doctor stated, standing up. Jack looked surprised.

"Oh." He said, then grinned again, "Well, Earth's good! When are we going? I hear 4879 is good for surfing, global warming is just about to almost destroy the planet…"

"We not going surfing!" the Doctor looked quite annoyed now. "We're going to London, 2007. Lucky you Rose, you get to visit your mum!" he leant over the consol and started setting a route. "Lucky me, I get a slap for bringing you back months after your last visit." The engines started moving, as the TARDIS went into flight.

"So… why are we going there?" asked Jack, mildly disappointed that they weren't going surfing.

"There's a time disturbance, something's happened and it's fracturing the universe. I can't find out what's wrong here, I need to get there and find out what's happened. Then I should be able to fix the wound." A few seconds later, the engines stopped moving, and the TARDIS juddered as it landed. Rose grinned, jumping up and running towards the door. The Doctor looked at his watch. "It's been about a year since we last visited. I'm in for a slap," he muttered, following Rose out. Jack just laughed.

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The three of them stood outside Jackie's flat, waiting for her to answer the door.

"I really need to go find out what's causing the disturbance…" said the Doctor, trying to walk away.

"Oh come on, can't you spare two minutes to see my mum? You just don't wanna see her. And you never know, she might know something about this 'disturbance'."

"Yeah, she might be the disturbance," he muttered. Before Rose could say anything, the door flung open, revealing Jackie wearing her dressing gown, with half dried hair.

"Rose!" Jackie squealed, throwing her arms round her daughter.

"Hi mum!" Rose said, happily hugging her mother back. Jackie pulled away.

"Where the hell have you been? It's almost been a year! You said you'd come back every few months!"

"Sorry," Rose said, and was about to explain before Jackie cut her off.

"Well, just don't do it again! Come in, I've got to finish getting ready, Deb will be round any minute and I'm not even dressed!"

"Who's Deb?" asked Rose, sitting on the sofa.

"She moved in a few days ago," Jackie called back as she walked into her room, "we're going shopping, she'll be here any minute!" he voice was cut off as her door closed, and they heard the muffled sound of a hair dryer. Jack sat on the sofa next to Rose, and the Doctor sat on the chair opposite them, got out his sonic screwdriver, and turned it on. Rose asked him what he was doing.

"Doing a search for the disturbance," he answered, watching the screwdriver and listening to the sound it make, "I think it's a person, thrown through to this universe," he listened intently to the sounds that only seemed to make sense to him. He sat up suddenly. "They're coming up here," he said. Rose and Jack looked at each other.

"Maybe it's Deb," suggested Rose.

"Could be, Jackie said she moved in a few days ago. The disturbance happened a few days ago… five to be precise…" he turned on the sonic screwdriver again, and the sound gradually rose in pitch. "They're getting closer…" the sound got higher and higher, louder and louder, until it was finally interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

"That's her!" came Jackie's voice from her bedroom. The Doctor, Rose and Jack all looked at each other, as Jackie ran out of her bedroom and down the hall, pulling a jacket on. She opened the door and they heard her and another woman greeting each other. Jackie walked her into the living room. "Rose is visiting with her friends, she's just in the living room, I need to finish getting ready I'll only be a second." They walked into the living room, and the three travellers look up to see them. Jackie was accompanied by a woman who looked in her late 20s. She was about as tall as Jackie, with wavy, light brown hair, and light brown eyes. Jack couldn't help but think she looked terribly pretty. "Everyone, this is Deb," said Jackie, "Deb, meet Rose, Jack, and the Doctor." She said hi to each of them, and Rose and Jack said hi back. But the Doctor didn't respond. He just stared, wide eyed, as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Doctor?" Rose whispered, but he didn't react.

"Are you ok?" asked Deb. He opened his mouth to speak, but didn't seem to know what to say.

"Gotta go," he said quickly, jumping up and running out of the room.

"Doctor!" Rose called, and ran out after him. The front door of the flat slammed shut.

"I'd better go see what's wrong," said Jack standing up. Then he looked at Deb. 'Well,' he thought 'I can stay for a little bit…'

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The Doctor ran down the stairs three steps at a time, burst out of the doors and into the TARDIS, ran through the corridors and into the library, followed by a breathless Rose.She ran into the library shortly after him, to find him pulling books off a bookshelf.

"What are you doing?" She asked breathlessly, "What's wrong?" but he didn't answer, he kept pulling books off the shelf. Then he reached behind the shelf with both arms and carefully pulled out a box. It looked very old and ornate, with the most complicated lock on the front. He stood back from the bookshelf and held the box in front of him, closing his eyes. The lock on the front then shifted and neatly clicked open, the small bars that were keeping the box closed moving back. He opened the box and started searching through it for something. Then he pulled out a small photo, and put the box on a table next to him. He brushed the dust off the photo and stared at it.

"Oh my god…" he whispered to himself. Rose walked next to him and looked at the photo, and her eyes widened. It had been taken in a photo booth, inside which were a man and a woman, kissing each other. The man had longish, black hair, and was wearing a shirt and jeans. Rose didn't know who he was, but there was no doubt about who the woman was. It was Deb. "Tell me I'm not going crazy," said the Doctor shakily, "Tell me that's Deb." Rose nodded.

"It's Deb," she said, then looked up at the Doctor. "Who is she? Who's that man? Is he…" then something dawned on her. "Is he you?" she gasped, "Is he you, like, in another body, before you met me? Is she your girlfriend or something?" The Doctor didn't answer, and just kept staring at the photo. His expression seemed to be a mixture of emotions, and Rose couldn't quite tell how he was feeling. He looked confused, scared, surprised, sad, curious and happy all at the same time. But the main thing she saw in his eyes was pain. "Doctor?" she whispered. He looked at her, his eyes shining. She put her hand on his, and realised he was shaking slightly.

"She's not my girlfriend," he said quietly, his voice shaking. He looked back at the photo. "She's my mother."