So hello and welcome to my Broadchurch/Doctor Who crossover series. I've had this idea for a while now after watching Broadchurch and I just couldn't stop picturing if Rose had been a part of the story. Now just a little warning, this is not a light hearted Doctor Who story and will feature darker topics such as depression, murder, suicide, sex, drugs, rape etc. It also features some explicit language so if you're not into that, I probably wouldn't read it. Not to say it won't have its comedic moments, but it will have a darker theme overall. I apologise if something is not exactly correct e.g. legal procedures, police procedures etc. but I'll try my best to do my research to get it right. As I mentioned in the notes of my other story, this will be more focussed on the Broadchurch aspect rather than the Doctor Who aspect (more murder-mystery less timey wimey) but there will still be plenty of Doctor Who/ Torchwood references. The first part of this series will be covering series 1 of Broadchurch So without further ado, let's begin.


Chapter 1: A Fresh Start

Rose Tyler sat in her office, head in her hands as she attempted to concentrate her now almost overdue report. She sighed as the letters swam around the page, causing her to rub her eyes and throw head back, resting it on the back of the cushioned black chair. It had been 10 months, 3 weeks, 29 minutes and 32, no 33 seconds since he had left her. Well not exactly left her, it's not like he chose to die but it still hurt all the same. The first couple of months had been the hardest, her once colourful world turning to grey without him. Everything had reminded her of him; from the ice-cream shop on the corner they went to on their first proper date to his untouched office that resided next to hers, seemingly frozen in time, his scattered papers and smiling photographs of them together left completely untouched. At first she was in complete denial, believing that she would find him in his office like she always did, eyebrows furrowed as he attempted to concentrate on various reports despite his limited attention span. But days turned to weeks and Rose realised he was really gone and never coming back. She then grew angry, angry that he had left her here, angry at the person that had killed him, tearing apart the house they had shared together before collapsing onto the floor, tears streaming down her tired face like a waterfall. She moved back into her parent's mansion after that, everything in that house had been a constant reminder that he was gone. Soon she began to wish that she had been taken instead, every night she laid awake into the early hours of the morning, thinking about how it could have gone differently if she had been there instead. She then grew depressed, struggling to get out of bed every morning and wondering what the point of even living was anymore. So she threw herself into her work, trying to distract herself from everything and not wanting to face her feelings anymore. Her parents had encouraged her to see someone but she wouldn't listen, still not wanting to face her remaining grief. Recently, whilst the thought of him still saddened her, she was beginning to accept what had happened. But it was not easy, especially when everyone treated her like a fragile doll that could break at any moment. Every sympathetic glance given to her, whilst having good intentions behind them, just made her want to punch them in the face. So she put on a smile and tried to be happy and she was happy, well sort of… getting there. But this afternoon, it had particularly been getting to her.

"I can't do this anymore." She muttered, allowing her head to fall back into her hands. She needed to get away, away from her job, away from London, just away from everything. She had grown to hate her job at Torchwood. Whilst she liked helping both people and aliens alike, it had become a chore to her, almost a distraction and it did not bring her the spark of excitement that it used to. It also did not help that she was still recognised in the street as a Vitex heiress, having the paparazzi following her every move. She loved Pete but sometimes she wished he had never invented that stupid drink. A fresh start. That's what I need. Rose thought, rising to her feet. She made her way to the corridor and began the long trek to Pete's office, giving The Doctor's office a small smile as she ran her fingers along the smooth surface of the wall. He would want her to be happy, to move on from the hell of the past year. After pausing for a moment, she made her way down the corridor to the lift, nodding her head in passing to anyone that came across her path. As she waited for the lift, she ran into Jake who gave her his signature grin. Rose smiled back at him, he was one of the only people here who actually treated her like a person. "Hey Rose! How's the report coming?"

"Terribly." She admitted, biting her lip lightly, "I couldn't concentrate."

He shrugged. "It happens. Just don't let the beast know that." Rose giggled at Jake's nickname for her dad. It was really quite ridiculous considering he was one of the nicest people she had ever met. Well… maybe she was a bit biased considering he was her dad but still. The lift doors opened with a ding, causing Rose to jump. "Well, it's nice to see that smile of yours. You should use it more often."

She poked her tongue out at him teasingly as she stepped into the lift, "I'll try. See ya later Jake." Jake gave her a friendly wave as the doors closed in front of her.

Stepping out of the lift, Rose made her away to the large glass doors of his office and threw them open, earning herself a glare from his receptionist. "Sorry Sharon. Didn't make an appointment today." Sharon sighed in exasperation and shook her head but said nothing. Taking this as permission to enter, she stepped inside and was greeted by an exhausted looking Pete Tyler. He still looked exactly the same as when she had entered the parallel universe for the first time, just a bit older, with wrinkles beginning to form along his brow and his cheeks. "Rose!" He exclaimed, a smile growing on face, 'What do I owe this pleasure?"

"Can't a daughter come hang out with her dad?" She asked as she sat down in the chair across from him, leaning slightly on the desk.

"Of course, but by the look on your face you want to talk about something else."

"Yeah." She replied. He knew her too well.

"So what can I do for you?" She sighed and braced herself for what she was going to say next, unsure of how he was going to take it.

"I need to get away from here."

"What? Like a holiday?"

"I was thinking about something more… permanent."

"Oh."

"It's just everything reminds me of him here, I'm not really enjoying my job, the paparazzi follow my every move and everyone treats me like I'm about to explode and I'm not… well I hope not anyway." They were both silent for a moment as Pete furrowed his brows, clearly thinking about her request. Rose decided to break the silence. "I still want to help people; I just need a break from the extra-terrestrial and the heiress life for a while. So I was hoping that you could help me find a job and a place to live. It doesn't have to be far away, I don't want to run of to Australia or anything, just somewhere out of London, somewhere quiet." He thought again for a moment, clasping his hands together.

"Alright."

"Really?"

"On one condition."
"Anything."

"I want you to talk to someone while you're there, it doesn't have to be a counsellor, I know for some reason you have an extreme dislike for them but just someone to help you sort out everything. You've had a lot to deal with Rose and if you keep it bottled up like you do, you'll never be able to move on properly." She nodded. It was probably time she sorted out her ever-growing more complicated life.

"Oh and you're telling Jackie."

"Do I really have to? She's going to kill me."

"You want to leave; you have to tell her." She sighed but nodded in agreement. This was her responsibility and she wasn't going to shy away from it.

"Anywhere particular you have in mind? Anything you want to do?"

"Not really. Just somewhere out of the way and I suppose I wouldn't mind a job that utilised my skills. I know that's a bit of a challenge considering the uniqueness of them. I just want to help people." Pete smiled at her request.

"I'll find something don't worry. You're our top agent after all. You just worry about telling your mother." She pulled a mock pout before standing and throwing her arms around a startled looking Pete. "Thank you." She muttered into his suit jacket. He smiled into her shoulder.

"Your welcome sweetheart." They pulled away, both still smiling. Rose thought this was the happiest she had felt since it happened.

"You should knock off for the day, you look exhausted." Pete spoke, a concerned look growing on his face.

"Must run in the family." She replied, a light playfulness in her voice.

"Oi!" She grinned cheekily before running out of the room, still smiling like an idiot. She was finally getting the fresh start she had desperately needed.


"So Broadchurch?" Rose asked, letting the name roll over her tongue. She was once again sitting in Pete's office after he had informed her he had some news on their little plan. She stared out the window, taking in the breathtaking view of London basked in the afternoon sun. She had always loved London, the hustle and bustle of everyday people making their way around the crowded streets. But now, she just wanted quiet. "That's right. Broadchurch. A quiet, seaside town just a few hours from here. It was a little hard to find something to fit to your extensive specifications but I think I've done it." He winked at her playfully. Rose rolled her eyes but smiled back at him. Broadchurch. She thought, sounds a bit fairy tale but I like it. It's exactly what I need right now. "And what will I be doing there?"

"A job opened up at the local police station. A detective sergeant just quit and they're looking for a replacement."

"Detective sergeant? But I've never worked in the police force before."

"Well not exactly, but you have worked with Torchwood for almost fourteen years, you're intelligent, you know how to investigate and you're more than prepared for any situation. Besides, it's a small town, you'll probably just be working on some break ins instigated by some pesky teens."
"Pesky teens?" Rose rolled her eyes.

"What?" He questioned innocently. "How would you describe them?" They both looked at each other seriously before bursting into laughter.

"Anyway." Pete continued, trying to collect himself, "There's just one slight hiccup that I want you to know about first."

"Sure. What is it?"

"The new DI there, Alec Hardy, looks sort of like… him."

"Like who?" She asked before realising what he meant. "Oh…"

"And by sort of like him I mean I lot like him."

"Right…" She sighed for a moment, deep in thought. Could she really stand to work with someone that looked exactly like The Doctor? It was probably a bad idea, an extremely stupid idiotic idea but in that moment Rose decided she was not going to pass up this just because of someone's looks. She would just have to get over it. It couldn't be too bad… right? "I'll do it." Rose confirmed, crossing her arms.

"Are you sure? I can always arrange for-"

"No. I can do this. It will be… difficult but I can manage. Besides, I've got to get over it sometime."

"Alright." Pete agreed, giving her arm a gentle squeeze. "So I gave Chief Superintendent Jenkinson a call and told her about your situation…" Rose raised her eyebrows, "briefly and she hired you on the spot."

"Really?"

"I told you working for Torchwood had its perks. People love a Torchwood agent. They're trained exceptionally well if I do say so myself and you're the best we've got."

"I'm really not." Rose replied, her eyes falling to her Converse covered feet.

"You are." He countered, his voice full of pride. "Anyway, she can't wait to have you on the team and you're free to start next week."

"Wow that's… soon." He nodded.

"I've found you a place to live too. It's a nice, modern, fully furnished two-bedroom apartment and will have everything you need upon your arrival." Rose felt a nervous rise up inside of her. She knew she wanted to do this but it suddenly felt so… real. For some reason she felt like she was betraying him, deep down she knew she wasn't but she just couldn't shake the feeling.

"Are you alright?"

"Fine. It's just… it's a big step for me. Do you think I can do it?"

"I think you can do anything you set your mind to because you're the most determined person I have ever met." She smiled at him before heading towards the door, needing some fresh air.

"Thanks again… for everything."

"Of course. I want you to be happy." Rose gave him a grateful smile as she walked out the door.


Rose stepped into her new apartment, feeling exhausted after the long drive. She had not expected to be so upset after saying goodbye to Pete, Jackie and her teenage brother Tony but the farewell had left her with a heavy feeling in her heart. She realised that this was the first time she had ever lived completely on her own. That's rather sad isn't it? 35 years old and never lived alone. Rose thought to herself mockingly. She had always had Jackie, Pete, The Doctor or her ex boyfriend Jimmy Stone who she never wanted to even think about again but now for the first time, she was alone. Sighing, she began to take in her surroundings. From what she could see, standing in the living room that was lined with bookshelves which Pete had assured her were filled with her favourite books and a plush, grey lounge, the apartment was quite spacious which a large, open plan kitchen fitted with a breakfast bar, wooden dining room table and fancy kitchen appliances that Rose would probably never work out how to use. A hallway was situated off the living room which Rose presumed leaded to the bedrooms, bathrooms, study and laundry. Picking up the bags she had discarded on the floor, Rose made her way down the hallway to the larger of the two bedrooms, taking it in. "What do you think Doctor?" She whispered, tears brimming in her eyes "A little bit fancy dontcha think?". Dropping the bags on the floor and flopping down onto the large bed, Rose let out the torrent of tears that she had been holding back. She missed him, a lot. Feeling like she needed a distraction, Rose wiped the tears from her eyes and sat up abruptly, deciding to take up Jenkinson's offer on dropping a few things off before her first day tomorrow. Then perhaps, she could take a walk around the town, especially since she hadn't seen a lot of Broadchurch besides a few glimpses on the drive in. Grabbing the box that she had filled with what she liked to call 'officey things', she fumbled for her car keys and made her way down to the Broadchurch Police Station.

After getting her identification sorted at the front desk and having a rather unflattering photo taken of her with an 'I've just had a breakdown in my apartment face' face, Rose Tyler made her way up the lift to meet with Chief Superintendent Jenkinson, the box in her arms. She was very nervous, especially considering that she had never worked for the police before, but Pete had assured her that it would be very similar to working at Torchwood, just minus the aliens of course. She wondered if DI Hardy was also aware of her unique situation but she highly doubted it. She had wanted to keep her Torchwood life as private as possible. She also felt very underdressed, still wearing a navy blue hoody, black skinny jeans and her favourite pair of black Converse high tops that she never went anywhere without. It was The Doctor that had got her into the habit of wearing them she supposed, after declaring that they were 'the best shoes in the entire universe' and buying her a pair for her birthday, she had grown to understand his liking of them. Now, she felt quite ridiculous after seeing her future colleagues looking very prim and proper in their business wear. She took a deep breath, shaking her head. Nervously twisting her wedding band which hung on a chain around her neck, she willed herself to get it together. She had faced far worse situations before, Daleks, Cybermen, even the bloody devil himself so why was this so difficult for her? "I can do this." She muttered to herself as the lift doors opened.

Stepping out of the lift, Rose heard a rough Scottish accent echoing across the room. "I don't care if you think she's the bloody queen Jenkinson, I don't want her on my team. She's nothing but a spoilt, daddy's girl, rich heiress who thinks she can run the damn world. End of story."

"Hardy, if you would just give her a chance." He scoffed at her words and Rose felt her blood boil, her nerves turning into anger. Who did he think he was, talking about her like that when he didn't even know her? Well that's DI then. Rose thought bitterly, Great. Just my luck I get stuck with a rude, arrogant prick.

"Ha. Don't make me laugh."

"Your walking on thin ice here Hardy, I got you this job in the first place and I can take it away just as easily." He sighed and Rose walked forward, trying to get a better look at the two figures. Rose almost dropped the box she was carrying when she saw Hardy. I know Pete mentioned that he looked like him but really, he's practically his doppelganger. Rose thought, taking him in. Bearing the same facial features as The Doctor, rather than The Doctor's clean shaven face, Hardy sported rough, unshaven stubble, covering his chin and neck. His hair was quite messy and unkempt, unlike The Doctor who had spent hours every morning perfecting his look using an unbelievable amount of hair gel. His face also seemed more tired and worn, like he was beyond his years. He couldn't have been older than early to mid forties, wearing a black suit and navy blue tie. He had a sour, almost grumpy look on his face and Rose thought it suited his negative words quite nicely. Before she could take in Jenkinson, however, she spotted her and gave her a warm smile. "Rose! Lovely to finally meet you in person. Here let me take that for you." She grabbed the box out of her hands and placed in on a vacant desk beside her.

"It's nice to finally meet you too." She returned her smile. I can't say the same for him. She silently added.

"This is DI Hardy. He will be able to help you with anything you need, just ask him."

"Hello. Looking forward to working with you." She greeted him with a sickly sweet smile but her eyes told a different story, shooting daggers at him.

"For me." He corrected, staring back at her. He could obviously tell she had overheard him but did not seem to care in the slightest.

"Hardy!" Jenkinson shouted angrily, "That is not how you treat another colleague!" Hardy rolled his eyes but remained silent.

"Is he always like this?"

"What a rude, arrogant prick?" Jenkinson questioned with a smile, "That's just his personality."

"Brilliant." Rose muttered. Jenkinson glanced at her watch.

"And with that I'll have to leave it there. I'm sure it will be a pleasure working with you. Hardy, be nice." She turned towards her office and gave Rose a friendly wave. Glancing at Hardy, she was absolutely fuming but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and see if he apologised to her. She would not stoop to his level.

They stared at each other for a moment, neither wanting to break the silence. Rose pursed her lips and took a deep breath, waiting for an apology. He was leaning on the desk, drumming his fingers in an infuriating pattern that made Rose want to utilise her Torchwood combat training and knock him right to the ground. It was Hardy who spoke up first, "Right. Well, your desk is here, be here at 6am tomorrow morning and don't ask for a tour, I'm not a bloody tour guide. See you tomorrow, Tyler."

No apology? Nothing? I'm going to kill him. Rose thought angrily, shaking her head. He turned to walk away but Rose wasn't letting him get away that easily. She had already had a bad enough day as it is and even if it was unintentional, DI Hardy was pushing her buttons. "And what do I call you?"

"You can call me sir." It took all of Rose's strength not to punch the idiot in his stupid, but annoyingly handsome face. Calling him 'sir' after what she had just overheard? He had to be joking. "Let me get this straight." She began, "you expect me to call you sir after the way you just disrespected me behind my back? I'm sure you've done your little 'research' on me but really Hardy, you've been in this business for a while right? So can you honestly tell me everything you've seen in the media is one hundred percent true? You, sir," Her voice dripped in sarcasm at the mention of his ridiculous request, "have absolutely no right to judge me without even knowing me for a second and, just for the record, I'll have you know that I am nothing like you described." Rose folded her arms, smirking at his shocked expression. He obviously wasn't used to be talked to in this way but he needed to be taken down a peg. "So let me break it down for you in case your close minded brain didn't understand, don't judge a book by it's fucking cover. And if you ever do this again I will kick you somewhere you're definitely not going to enjoy. See you tomorrow, sir." She spat the last word out, staring daggers at him. He swallowed, looking very uncomfortable. Turning on her heel, she strode towards the lifts, allowing any remaining anger to seep out of her. The room erupted in applause and rose felt a smile growing on her face. Bending into a mock curtsey, Rose looked the still shocked looking Hardy in the eye, holding his gaze as she stepped into the lift. That felt good. Rose thought, grinning to herself. As much as DI Hardy had annoyed her, she would not let him get in the way of her new life.