Rose Tyler was unsure of what she was going to do with her life.

It was the night after she had said goodbye to the Doctor, her love who had whisked her away from her normal shop-girl life and shown her the stars. But now he was gone. So long ago, when she had met Sarah Jane Smith, the Doctor's former companion, Sarah Jane had told her the Doctor was worth the heart break. Now Rose was starting to debate that, because this heartbreak was awful. It was a thousand times worse than Jimmy Stone, the boy she had dated for a while and dropped out of school for before he became awful. But this didn't even compare to that. This was the Doctor, the most wonderful man in the universe.

And he was gone.

Jackie and Pete Tyler, her parents, did everything in their power to keep Rose happy. They bought her whatever she needed whenever she needed it, tried to get her a job or some friends, and Jackie even tried to hook her up with a cute boy at one point. Sadly, nothing would work. She needed the Doctor, Jackie and Pete knew that, though they just wouldn't accept it.

Rose sulked day after day, rarely leaving her family's flat. She usually just laid on her bed and stared up at the ceiling sadly, wishing that the beautiful sound of the TARDIS would ring in her ears, and her Time-Lord would come back to save her. But he never did.

"Rose, sweetheart," Jackie opened her daughter's bedroom door carefully, "I wanted to ask you something."

"Yes, Mum?" Rose propped herself up on her elbows like he used to do, and tried to look happy.

"There's an open job at Torchwood, you should apply. You'd like it, I bet," Jackie smiled sympathetically and looked at the picture of Rose and the Doctor that was on her daughter's nightstand. They were standing happily in Scotland, in the past, on the other world.

"I'll try it out," Rose promised, but knew deep down it wouldn't go anywhere. Torchwood. If she worked for Torchwood, she'd obviously be reminded of him day after day. Didn't her Mum know that?

Her mother left the room and Rose laid back down on her pink bed, staring back up at the empty ceiling. Someday he would come back. He wouldn't just give up, he was the Doctor. He never gave up. Although, maybe he had already found another companion, was already going on more adventures. Maybe he was back with Sarah Jane, or had picked up Reinette. Maybe even Jack.

'Jack', she thought. She'd never see Jack again.

Rose reluctantly walked to the Torchwood building, her father next to her, giving her advice for the job interview. Rose was wearing a formal light blue dress that fell all the way to her ankles, with lace at the top and bottom. She wore high heels that were taller than anything she was used to, and for the first time felt somewhat content in the new world. Maybe this Torchwood job could actually work out, maybe she could even use it to find the Doctor again.

"So, what makes you think you're qualified for this job, Ms. Tyler?" The man at the desk asked politely, knowing she was Pete Tyler's daughter. Of course she would get the bloody job, this interview was pointless. Pete Tyler's daughter could get the moon if she wanted.

Rose answered each question as best as she could, and shook hands with the man when the interview was over. Overall, it had gone fairly well, and the man seemed somewhat surprised at her knowledge of alien topics and her lack of self obsession. Although, she guess he would assume that someone as powerful as her would be self obsessed. She walked home by herself, staring up at the zeppelins in the air and sighing. If only the Doctor could see her now, would he want her to get a job, forget about him?

"Sweetheart!" Jackie was waiting by the door of the flat when Rose entered, and gave her a big tight hug, "How'd it go? Tell me all about it."

Her daughter happily described the interview to her, and forgot all about the Doctor for a while. Jackie hugged her again and told her she would most definitely get the job, and not just because of who her father was. After some tea and more talking, Rose went back to her bedroom and prepared herself for the night. After she had slipped on a comfortable T-Shirt and sweatpants, she was about to hop into bed when she noticed something strange on it.

It was a brown package.

There was no address on it, only her name, Rose Tyler. Rose ran her fingers over the brown cardboard and then walked downstairs to ask her Mum about it. Sadly, Jackie was already asleep, so Rose walked back to her bedroom quietly and grabbed some scissors to open the package. She sliced it open carefully, being sure not to hurt the contents of the package.

Mainly because she had recognized the handwriting.

Assuming that this was some mistake or some cruel trick, she pulled out the contents nonchalantly, only with the tiny insignifigant hope that this could actually be a message from the Doctor. Inside was a simple, single red rose. Although she searched madly for any note, any writing of any kind, there was none. Just the rose. Smiling at the strangeness of this package, she put it in a glass vase and went to bed.

The following morning, Rose's alarm clock went off and she dragged herself out of bed and downstairs for breakfast. Her mum was already awake and making pancakes, not noticing her. "Good morning," Rose said sleepily, sitting down at the kitchen table.

"Good morning, love, didn't see you there," Jackie replied, smiling.

Suddenly, Rose remembered what had happened last night. "Listen, Mum, did we get a package last night?"

"Not that I know of, I can check the mail again if you'd like, are you expecting something?"

"I found this package, on my bed, with my name on it," Rose admitted.

Jackie put down the kitchen supplies she was holding and turned to face Rose. "Did you open it?"

"There was a red rose inside, no note or anything. Just a red rose."

"Maybe you should have Torchwood check it out," Jackie said with obvious concern now written on her face, "Could be something dangerous."

"Listen... It was his handwriting," Rose whispered gently, the words paining her because of the fact that she could be wrong.

"Show me the package," Her mother demanded, sitting down at the table and gesturing towards the stairs.

She grabbed the cardboard package and the vase, and walked carefully down the stairs again, trying not to spill the water that was inside the vase. After she placed both the items on the table, Jackie carefully examined the rose first. "You know what a single red rose means, love?"

"What do you mean?" Rose replied.

"The meanings of roses. You can find them all online, I know because Pete accidentally gave me a black rose meaning death once," Jackie rolled her eyes.

"Well, what's a red rose mean?"

"It means 'I love you'."

Rose frowned as her mother put down the vase carefully and then looked at the cardboard box. Her mother's eyes widened signifigantly as she saw the writing on it. "What's wrong?" Rose asked, staring at her name written on the cardboard in the black marker.

"Rose, darling... This isn't..." Her mother shook her head in disbelief and stared into Rose's eyes.

"It isn't what, Mum?" She demanded, staring at the cardboard and not understanding what her mother meant.

"This isn't English. It's a bunch of circles."

Author's Notes: Hi guys! So, I posted this mainly just to see if there's any interest in this story. (If not, I won't continue it.) But I hope there is interest, because I think it'd be a super fun idea to write and I'm hoping you guys will enjoy this first chapter. :)