She spat out her tea in shock to see Mickey Smith breathless in her kitchen.

"How did you get in here?" she demanded, furious that her peaceful afternoon tea was interrupted.

"You gave me a key"

"Yes but I thought you were off travelling the world, climbing mountains and saving damsels in distresses" Sarah Jane said moping up the tea that was splattered over the table. "Not running into innocent old ladies homes"

"What do you take me for? The Doctor? I hadn't left the country yet, I was in UNIT trying to get hold of a difficult file and I found out Torchwood got hold of a copy before me" Mickey said sitting down opposite Sarah Jane. "This is bad, more than bad it's the worst thing ever and I'm in need of Mr Smith"

"What's so bad about Jack having this file?"

"It's not Jack that got hold of it. It's Torchwood One and this file is the most important thing in the world because it has information about a certain Alexandra Rose Jacqueline Tyler, or shall I say Carly Wicks?" Mickey said pulling out the file from beneath his jacket.

Sarah Jane stared at it in awe and disbelief. "You found her?" she whispered, Mickey nodded looking proud of himself. "Well what are you waiting for? We can use Mr Smith to track her down, we can bring her back to safety before those Torchwood Goons get to her" Sarah Jane led Mickey up the stairs and into the attic. "Mr Smith, I need you" she shouted.

The giant super computer slowly opened itself up, with its usual flashing lights and the usual background music played both Mickey and Sarah Jane rolled their eyes.

"Enough with the fanfare!" they shouted.

"My apologies Ms Sarah Jane, Mr Mickey" Mr Smith said politely. "What is it that I can do for you?"

"We need a trace for Carly Wicks, we need to find her fast" Mickey said.

"Searching for Miss Carly Wicks" Mr Smith said, after a few moments he spoke up. "I have found travelling information on Miss Carly Wicks, she had been on a world cruise, left in China to Thailand then to Korea and Japan before vanishing for a while in India. She then got a plane to Australia and has rented a flat and ordered her stuff to be sent over. I am printing off the address as I speak"

"Thank you Mr Smith, I owe you one" Mickey said gratefully picking up the paper that was printed.

"It is an honour to serve one of Ms Sarah Jane's friends, is there anything else I could do you for you sir?"

"Yes, I need you to get into Torchwood One's system, spy on them while I go to Australia to look after Alex Rose. I need info on their new base, whose working for them and what are their plans send them to me when I call Sarah Jane" Mickey ordered.

"As you wish" Mr Smith said respectfully.

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Deano was lounging in his spinning chair, his feet resting on his desk as he rested, his eyes shut and arms behind his head. A cold cough caught his attention and he opened his eyes to see one of the higher ups.

"We have traced your sister; finally she's a difficult woman to find"

Deano ignored the amused tone as the higher up tried to make some sort of warped joke. "She's not my sister" he said coldly. "It's about time you found her; I'm sick of chasing aliens in London alleyways or sitting in this blasted office working on the database"

"Careful, we had saved you from a prison sentence, an alien's trick and trained you to be the best" the higher up said frowning. "We paid for the clothes on your back and the flat you live in and we're paying for your incredibly expensive plane ticket as well"

"Go on then where will I be going?"

"Australia"

Deano let out a low whistle. "That sister of mine has expensive taste herself"

The higher up had a cold smirk on their face. "I thought you said she wasn't your sister"

Deano spun to face the window. "She's not; it's a force of habit to call her that"

"Any case you're flying out in a week with one of the weevils. We're staging an attack so you can jump in and save her. Drug her and then bring her back to her, we want her in one piece"

Deano stared at his reflection, his dark brown hair was slicked back with gel, he wore a smart expensive designer suit tailored for him and he had large bags under his eyes and his skin paler than ever. It had been a hard few months working on the Torchwood plans.

"Piece of cake" he said confidently. "The alien freak won't know what hit her"

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Carly had settled down in a town in sunny Australia, she had a clean white flat with modern furniture that was comfortable for the heat that she was slowly getting re-accustomed to and she had got herself a job in a local bar. Within a couple days of working there another barman was hired, a black man that was obviously not used to Australia's heat she hadn't spoken to him yet but something about him was pulling her to him, he appeared to be warrior like, as if he had seen many horrific battles and unsure how to settle back into normal human society. She guessed he was an ex-soldier from Iraq or something. She planned to get to know him soon once she was properly settled in.

She had her chance when they were put on a shift together, it was rather quiet and there was nothing to do but clean glasses, she sidled up to the taller, darker skinned man who looked deadly serious as he cleaned the glasses.

"Err...hi, I'm Carly, Carly Wicks" she said rather shyly, she didn't know why but something about this man intimidated her.

He glanced at her and grinned, suddenly he went from worn-down warrior to cheeky young lad from an estate somewhere. "Mickey Smith" he said. "Nice to meet you Carly"

Before she could say anything else a familiar, shocking voice came from the doorway.

"C-C-Carly?"

She turned and her eyes widened.

"Nico" she whispered.