A/N- This is the second story in my Roselock universe. You don't have to read the first one (but everything here will make more sense if you do) it's called Rose's first Vow.

Chapter One~*~ Time Hopping

It was raining, but that seemed to fit perfectly with how John was feeling. He watched the rain hit the windshield as he parked the car then he looked to his side where Mary was sitting. She had tears in her eyes, as she often did these days. She had her hair pulled back from her face and was wearing a pair of silver heart shaped dangly earrings, they looked slightly out of place with her black somber dress and heels. He reached over and took her hand and squeezed it gently before reaching behind her seat to grab the umbrella. He opened his door and pushed the umbrella up and walked around the car and opened Mary's door. He took her hand as they walked up to 221 B Baker Street. Mrs. Hudson opened the door before they'd even made it up the stairs.

"He won't come down," she told them looking behind her at the staircase. She was wearing a black pant suit, and she took looked like she'd been crying. "Hasn't been out of the flat in three days."

"We'll go talk to him; do you need a ride there?" John asked as they stepped inside and he shook out the umbrella before closing the door.

"No," she said taking a deep breath. "Thank you though." She said and John nodded and the two of them headed up the stairs to the flat that Sherlock use to share with Rose. John tried the knob and Mary gave him a look.

"Just thought I'd try," he said before he pulled out his old key and opened the door. The music playing through the flat was not the kind he would have associated with mourning. It was fairly upbeat and John recognized it as something Rose had liked to play while cleaning.

"Sherlock?" He called over the music. Sherlock stepped out of the kitchen with a cup of tea in his hands, in his green dressing gown and bare feet. He looked surprisingly okay, his eyes were dry and he looked like he just shaved.

"You're not dressed," John said then shook his head. "We're supposed to be there in 20 minutes Sherlock." John said gently and Sherlock nodded his head.

"Okay," he said then turned back into the kitchen to sit down at the table, in front of his microscope. John couldn't believe what he was seeing. Anyone would think he hadn't just lost the most important person in his life.

"You're not wearing that," John said and Sherlock looked up at him then back down at his dressing gown.

"I seem to be," he said offhandedly as he went back to whatever he was looking at.

"Sherlock," Mary said, her voice had a pleading tone to it. "Please." He looked up at her and winced slightly at the tears in her eyes.

"I'm not going," he told them, his voice going slightly hard. He looked back down to the microscope again.

"Sherlock, you have to come," John said putting his hand on his shoulder which Sherlock quickly shrugged off and stood.

"Do I?" he said his voice defiant now. "Do I have to go watch them lower an empty casket into the ground for no reason?"

"Sherlock we're all mourning-

"I'm not," he said and John was taken back. He knew Sherlock must be shattering on the inside so he was trying to take everything he said with a pinch of salt, but that was harsh.

"Sherlock, you can't just lock up what you felt for-

"No," Sherlock said shaking his head as he cut off John again. "You don't understand. I'm not going and I'm not in mourning, because she's not dead." John shared a look with Mary and his heart broke for his best friend. Of course he should have expected this. He should have expected Sherlock to try and find something he could fix, some way for this not to be true.

"She is Sherlock, she's gone." John said and Mary choked back a sob at John's words. "You should go get dressed, I'll drive us."

"No," Sherlock said sitting back down. "She'd not dead." He said sliding out whatever he was looking at in the microscope and sliding something new in. "Rose Tyler is not dead."

~*~Three Weeks Earlier~*~

"Mary you're going to be fine," Rose said as she drove and Mary groaned in the back seat. The day had started out simply enough. They had gone on a walk in Hyde Park after Rose got off work while Sherlock and John had been on a case. Mary was 3 days overdue and her doctor had suggested she do a bit of walking to help jump start labor. They'd been walking around Serpentine River for about half an hour when Mary felt the first twang of contractions and Rose had texted both the boys. By the time they made it back to the car Mary was having trouble walking and doubled over with contractions. Rose had texted both Sherlock and John a dozen times each in that time and had gotten no replies. So now she was driving like a mad woman towards Mary's hospital with Mary cursing John in the back seat.

"Have they...ohhhh...messaged back?" Mary asked with a slight groan between contractions and Rose shook her head.

"They're in the middle of-

"I don't care if they're with the queen!" Mary said as she gritted her teeth. "I'm going to kill him if he misses- oh!" Her sentence ended in a long drawn out painful groan and Rose hoped the boys made it to the hospital in time. Rose heard her phone ding and prayed it was one of the boys.

"How you feeling back there?" Rose asked after a minute of silence.

"Rose I don't think we're going to make it," Mary said through clenched teeth.

"Oh don't say that were only five minutes away." Rose said and then her seat jolted as Mary slammed her hand into it.

"No, pull over!" She cried and Rose's eyes went wide. Oh God, was she going to deliver a baby now?

"Mary are you-

"Pull over!" Mary screamed and Rose pulled over as soon as she could. She grabbed her phone as she pulled open her door and climbed out then climbed into the back with Mary. Her face was sweaty and she had a death grip on the head rest in the back.

"Okay Mary," Rose said taking a deep breath. "We can do this." She told her taking Mary's free hand. "Right?" Mary nodded her head and groaned through another contraction, squeezing Rose's hand and Rose winced. Rose dialed 999 and set the phone down one the back seat.

"999 emergencies, how can I help you?" The operator said over the phone.

"Rose!" Mary said as another contraction hit her. "I think I need to push."

"We need an ambulance at Broadly St, right next to the post office." Rose said as she helped Mary lean against the back of the car door, balling up her sweater as a pillow. "I'm about to deliver a baby here."

"Okay ma'am, I have an ambulance on the way, do you have any medical training?" The operator asked and Rose was thankful that Torchwood had such good training.

"Yes," Rose said as Mary took deep breaths in through her nose and let them out on a long sigh. She didn't mention that she'd only read about delivering a baby and had never actually seen it done.

"Rose, Rose, now!" Mary said and Rose pulled off her shirt and checked Mary and was shocked to see the head of the baby already.

"Okay Mary, I can see her head," Rose said mostly ignoring the operator talking in the background now. "Take a deep breath and push on the next contraction, okay?" Rose said and Mary nodded and then took a deep breath right before the next contraction.

"Okay, you're doing great, push Mary!" Rose yelled as she heard sirens in the distance. "Push!" Rose said and Mary's head fell back for just a moment and Rose squeezed her hand. "Come on, once you're past the shoulders it's easy." Rose told her.

"How...would...you...know!" Mary ended on a scream as she pushed the shoulders out and Rose smiled. Rose put her hand on the back of the baby's neck as she mostly slipped the rest of the way out. She wrapped her in her shirt as the baby started to cry. Rose wiped her face and checked her air ways before handing her up to Mary who was crying silently now.

"I don't, but that's what they always say on TV," Rose said and Mary laughed as she looked down at the baby.

"Hello little girl," Mary said as the baby calmed. Rose looked up as the ambulance stopped in front of the car.

"Ambulance is here," Rose told Mary and she nodded, though she wasn't really paying attention as she smiled down at her daughter.

~*~Naming~*~

"So, have you decided on a name for this sweet little girl yet?" Rose asked as she cooed over the baby. It was three days later and they were at John and Mary's celebrating their homecoming. There was a small table of food and that Sherlock had provided (catered of course, because he didn't have time to do that sort of thing, according to him.) Lestrade was leaning against the wall with a small smile on his face. Mrs. Hudson was taking pictures of everything. She'd already gotten a dozen shots of the pink cake Rose had ordered in the shape of a pram. Rose walked over to Sherlock and handed him the baby and he smiled slightly at her. She could see his eyes were a little nervous but he took her without any fuss.

"Yes actually we have," Mary said sharing a smile with John. "We're going to-

"Hello!" A cheerful voice called and everyone turned as Molly came pushing a sunny yellow pram with a teddy bear the size of a large dog in it.

"Oh Molly, you made it," Mary said as she stood up and walked over to her slowly. "It's beautiful, thank you." Sherlock opened his mouth and Rose looked up at him and shook her head once. She was sure he was going to tell Molly that they had already gotten them a pram, but it was in the baby's room and there was no reason to make Molly feel bad.

"Of course I did," Molly said looking around the room with a smile; her eyes landing and lingering on Sherlock holding the baby. Then she saw Rose standing with him and her smile faltered just a little. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore, and tired," Mary said with a small chuckle. "But worth it."

"Of course," Molly said nodding her head. She pushed the pram out of the way and bit her lip for a moment before walking farther into the room.

"Hello Sherlock," she said smiling at him. "It's Rose right?" She said looking at Rose and Rose smiled and nodded. She knew perfectly well there was no way Molly was struggling with remembering her name, Sherlock had talked about Molly before, and she was too smart to have forgotten something like that. But Rose let it slide; it was hard to see someone you cared about with someone else.

"It's so nice to see you again," Rose said with a bright smile. "And under much better circumstances this time," she said happily and then looked up and shared a look with Sherlock. "Isn't that right Will?" She said with a small giggle and Sherlock rolled his eyes. She didn't miss the slight hurt that flittered through Molly's face and winced inwardly. Okay, that had been unnecessary; maybe she didn't totally let it slide.

"How are you Molly?" Sherlock asked as the baby started to fuss. His eyes went wide as the baby let loose with a huge wail and Mary laughed, as did Rose.

"Let me take her Sherlock, she's hungry." Mary said walking over with a huge smile. "You better learn to hide that reaction." Mary said with a laugh. "I don't imagine Rose with appreciate it someday," she said with a wink and Molly's eyes went as wide as saucers.

"Are you-

"No," Rose said shaking her head with a smile. Mary winced behind Molly's back and mouthed 'sorry' at Rose. "No I'm not pregnant."

"Not yet," Sherlock added and Rose had to stop herself from elbowing him in the ribs. He really could be so oblivious sometimes. Molly's eyes were still wide and Rose looked over Molly's shoulder to Mary who was sitting on the couch feeding the baby. She gave Mary a 'help me' stare and Mary nodded.

"I was just about to tell you her name," Mary said and Molly turned away from them and forced a smile onto her face.

"Oh yeah," Rose said nodding her head before she shot Sherlock a glare. She turned to Mary and smiled. "Well, what's her name?"

"Rosamund," Mary said looking down at her daughter. "But we'll call her Rosie for short." Mary smiled at everyone but she stopped for just a moment and shared a look with Rose. Molly stepped over to the little food table hoping her face wasn't as red as it felt.

"Oh that's beautiful," Rose said stepping away from Sherlock to sit next to Mrs. Hudson, across from Mary. "How did you come up with that?"

"Well part of it's a family name and..." She trailed off and looked up at John who was sitting on the arm of the couch next to her. He looked around the room and Rose got the feeling he was looking at Molly. He looked back at Mary and nodded his head. "And partly to honor her godmother, who also delivered her." Mary asked looking at Rose. Rose opened her mouth to say something when there was a loud thump as Molly dropped her plate onto the floor.

"Oh damn," she said kneeling down to pick up the finger foods. "I'm sorry," She said and Rose noticed just how red the poor girl was. She stood up and walked over to her.

"It's okay," Rose said picking up a few cherry tomatoes that had rolled away. "At least you hadn't gotten any dip yet." She said with a smile and Molly nodded her head and mumbled a thank you before she stood and hurried back towards the kitchen. Rose walked back over to Mary and sat in front of her on the coffee table. Sherlock was talking to Lestrade and seemed to have missed everything.

"Poor thing," Mary said and Rose nodded and she reached out and stroked Rosie's soft head. "But John and I had already planned on telling you now and...

"I think she'll be fine once she gets used to me and Sherlock together." Rose said with a smile. "I'm honored you guys, truly."

"And Sherlock, we'd like you to be her godfather?" John said and Sherlock looked over from his conversation with Lestrade. Rose looked up from Rosie to smile at Sherlock and saw Molly standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

"God is a ludicrous fiction dreamed up to explain the unexplainable and so people can place blame on an invisible magic friend." Sherlock said and John sighed and Rose and Mary chuckled lightly.

"Sherlock," John said and Sherlock smiled at him.

"I'll think about it," he said and Rose looked over at Sherlock and rolled her eyes at him before she scolded him.

"Sherlock," she said and he smiled and looked from her to John who just rolled his eyes.

"Will there be cake?" he asked and Rose laughed and now John joined her. Rose was the only one who noticed that Molly had gone back to the kitchen. Rose turned back to Mary and reached out and ran her hand down little Rosie's arm. She'd never been anyone's godmother before, but she'd try her best with Rosie. She loved how close she and Mary had come over the Magnussen fiasco. It was so nice to have a close female friend again. But she couldn't help but feel like her being there may have disturbed a budding friendship between Mary and Molly. If she hadn't been around, would Molly have been Rosie's godmother? She smiled at Mary then stood up and walked back into the kitchen. Molly was sitting at the small island in the kitchen, holding a drink in her hand. She looked up as soon as Rose walked in and her eyes darkened just a little.

"Why?" Molly asked as she stood up. She was about two inches taller than Rose, but there was nothing intimidating about her.

"Why what Molly?" Rose asked as she walked past her to the fridge to grab herself a soda.

"Why you? What's so special, so different about you that he saw that he never saw in me?" she asked and Rose sighed. She opened her soda and took a drink.

"Honestly Molly I have no idea." Rose finally said and Molly deflated a little. "I don't think anyone really knows what draws two people together. I just knew that I wanted to get to know him better and when I asked him to go to dinner with me he said yes." Rose took another drink. "I'm sorry it all hurts you the way it does though. I know how it feels to watch someone you care about so much feel something for someone else that they don't feel for you. But I know Sherlock considers you a friend. He told me about how you helped him fake his death. He told me lots of stories about you."

"I just-

"Rose, Mary says her blood sugar is low and she needs cake which seems like a convenient excuse to have cake" Sherlock said unaware that he had cut off Molly. He looked from the two of them, his eyes finally staying on Molly. "What's the matter Molly?" Molly blinked and stared at him for a moment. She'd never seen him notice or mention mental distress in someone. She looked from him to Rose and took a deep breath pulling on a big smile that was almost real.

"Nothing, I'm fine," she said picking up her drink. "I was just getting to know Rose a bit better."

"Okay," he said then smiled at Rose. "Mary wants to cut the cake and wants everyone out there."

"We'll be right out," Rose told him and he nodded then turned and walked back out the door.

"He's better since you came along," Molly said looking at Rose. "You make him better."

"I-

"Someday, in a while, maybe we could get lunch, talk a bit." Molly said cutting her off. She knew Rose was going to deny it, but Molly knew it was Rose that had brought out the humanity in Sherlock.

"I'd like that," Rose finally said with a smile.

~*~Time~*~

"So, I wanted to talk to you about something," Rose said as she took off her jacket after she got home from work. Sherlock was sitting in front of his computer and he nodded but didn't look up. Rose walked over to stand behind him and looked down at his screen. He was still working on the same case he'd been working on this morning.

"Did you eat at all today?" Rose asked and he looked away from the screen and met her eyes.

"Didn't we have breakfast this morning?" he asked and Rose chuckled and rolled her eyes.

"That was nearly 10 hours ago Sherlock," she told him before she shook her head and walked back towards the kitchen. She pulled a few things from the fridge and started making them some dinner.

"You wanted to talk about something?" he asked as he came into the kitchen and pulled the kettle off the stove to fill.

"Yeah," Rose said as she sliced tomatoes. She took a deep breath then let it out slowly. "Pete called me into his office today." She said setting the tomatoes aside and putting some bread in a toaster.

"Why?" Sherlock asked as he set the kettle back on the burner and turned it on.

"They are starting a new testing cycle for the Time Hoppers," She said and he turned from the stove to look at her. "And he wants me to test them. I have way more experience than anyone here."

"Right," he said nodding slowly. He looked at her for just another moment then shrugged. "Okay." The toast popped up and Rose turned to grab it and set it on plates. She began to put together the BLT's as she waited. Where were the questions, the demands for being safe, why was he being so nonchalant about it?

"So I'll be testing it for him starting next week," she said and he nodded as he took the plate she handed him. "Jumping backwards in time." He just nodded again as he sat. The kettle began to whistle and Rose set her plate down and turned to the stove. She pulled it off and made them both a cup of tea. "Alone," She added waiting for some kind of reaction.

"Okay," Sherlock said nodding his head again and Rose set his tea down in front of him then plopped down in her seat.

"Really?" She asked watching as he took a bite of his sandwich. "Last week I had to go to Cardiff for a case and I got an hour long lecture on the dangers of flying," Rose said staring at him. "But today I tell you I'll be jumping backwards in time and I get a shrug and 'okay.'

"Am I supposed to be upset?" Sherlock asked and Rose shook her head.

"No, but I guess I thought you might be the slightest bit worried." Rose finally admitted then sighed. She watched his face for a few moments and then it dawned on her. "You still don't really believe me, about the time travel, do you?"

"It's not that," Sherlock said and Rose nodded her head. "Not that I think your lying or-

"What, crazy?" She asked with a small chuckle. "No, you can see me, it's easier to except that I came from another dimension; I didn't exist here before 5 years ago. But Time Travel... that still doesn't sit quite right with you." She said and he just blew out his breath through his nose. Rose stood and walked into the living room. Sherlock could tell she wasn't upset with him, but she probably wasn't pleased that he still couldn't really accept all this time travel talk. After a few moments he could hear her talking to someone so he stood. He walked into the living room to find her on her mobile.

"Please, he needs to understand this; I need him to understand." There was a pause and Rose smirked. "I'm perfectly aware of that, I'm the one who told you. Please" she paused again and took a deep breath. "Please dad?" she asked again then a smile broke out on her face. "Thank you! Yes I promise! Tell mum and Tony hi for me." she smiled again. "I love you too" she hung up the phone and Sherlock just stared then a small smirk broke out on his face.

"Did you just use emotional manipulation to get what you wanted?" he asked and Rose was not surprised by the note of awe and pride in his voice.

"Well, it's not the first time I've called him dad... But..." Rose shrugged and Sherlock laughed then sobered just a little.

"So, what exactly are we doing?" He asked and Rose walked back into the kitchen with a huge smile. She came back out a moment later with his sandwich wrapped up in a paper towel, along with hers.

"We're going to Torchwood," Rose said with a smile as she handed him his sandwich. "Come on, get your coat." Rose said when he just stood there staring at her for a moment. She had her coat on when he moved towards the door to get his coat.

"Why?" he asked as he got his coat on, careful not to drop his sandwich.

"Haven't you been listening?" Rose said with a huge smile, her tongue tucked in the corner of her mouth. "I'm taking you time traveling," she said before she opened the door and walked out, leaving Sherlock standing by the door looking a bit shocked.

~*~Time~*~

"Well, when should we go?" she asked as she walked through aisles of clothing, all in sets from different time periods. They had passed through security relatively easily, Pete having cleared their way already. Rose had led him to the elevator and they'd gone down farther then she'd taken him before.

"I was thinking Shakespeare," Rose said as she wondered down to a row of clothing that reflected the styles of the Elizabethan era. She ran her hands along the clothing then looked over her shoulder at Sherlock. "What do you think?"

"Rose you can't honestly expect me to accept that we're going to travel through time," Sherlock said and Rose laughed.

"Indulge me Sherlock," Rose said with a smile. She shifted through the clothing till something caught her eyes. "Oh, this should do nicely," she said pulling something off the rack and handing it to him.

"Rose," Sherlock said looking at the black ensemble she was holding out to him, at least they weren't tights. It looked to be a leather jacket, with an intricate design on the back. There was a white shirt that had a bit of a high collar on it, which he admitted suited him. The pants were a black cotton material of some kind. He took the clothing from her and she walked towards the back of the room then came back with a pair of black boots.

"These should work," she said holding them out to him. He just stared at her and Rose smiled. He snatched the boots from her and she nodded. "There's a changing..." She trailed off as he pulled his coat off and threw it onto a chair and started to unbutton his shirt. "Or you could just change here." Rose finished as she watched him strip. He left on his pants then began to put on the clothing Rose had given him. Rose watched in fascination as he dressed. She'd never before had a thing for men in period dress, but as she watched him throw the jacket on over the white shirt she thought she might be developing one. He sat down to pull the boots on and then stood, fully dressed and looked at Rose.

"Oh you'll do," She said with a small suggestive smile. He had watched as her eyes begun to dilate and her breath had hitched just a little when he stood. Maybe this wouldn't be a total waste of time.

"Aren't you going to change?" He asked and Rose's smile grew.

"Yep," she said popping the 'p' and she grabbed something off the rack and folded it over her arm. "But I'm going to use the changing rooms." She said with a wink before she turned and walked towards the back again and through a door. Sherlock was surprised to find how easy this new clothing was to move in as he walked along the rows of clothing. They had items from as far back as what looked to be about the 15th century.

He heard the door open and turned around slowly. She was wearing a dress of deep red that looked to be made of velvet. It hugged her just below her breasts and then flared out. The sleeves were red with white puffs that popped out from the under dress, the sleeves ended loosely at her wrists. She had her long hair pulled up onto her head in some kind of elegant golden netting. She had a small smile on her face as she walked towards him.

"What do you think?" She asked and he shifted on his feet.

"You look very elegant," he said and Rose bit her bottom lip and then smiled. She hadn't really 'dressed for the time period' since she traveled with the first Doctor. She was a little nervous about this whole thing. Was it really a good idea taking someone back in time? Could she really handle that responsibility? She reached out and took his hand and pulled him out of the room before she lost her nerve. She took him through another door then walked straight over to a desk in the back of a lab. There was a tray on the desk, and on the tray were four arm bands. They all had a small screen on them and a set of keys under the screen.

"Here they are," she said pointing them out and Sherlock was confused. She couldn't mean these were how they were going to Time Travel.

"Rose," he said again and this time the doubt was palpable in his voice. He raised his eyebrows as she plucked one up off the table and pushed her sleeve up a little to strap it on.

"A little faith Sherlock," she said with a wink. She took a step towards him before she typed something into the little arm band. "Put your arms around me Sherlock, I don't want to leave you behind." He rolled his eyes but did as she asked anyway. "Are you ready?" She asked looking up at him.

"I suppose," he said dryly and Rose laughed as she pushed the final button and they winked away with a slight sizzling sound.

A/N- Ok, I hope you guys like this so far. It's just a little in-between story before we move on to the second story. It'll probably be 3-4 chapters long. Hope to hear from you guys!