Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Doctor Who. I am not be anyway making a profit from this FanFiction.
A/N: When I wrote this, I had a Gwen/Jack conversation in mind. But, technically it doesn't list a name besides Jack or Rose, so I guess you could imgaine it a conversation with anyone else on the team. Is Jack out of charactor? I'm not sure...
"Jack, what's that?"
"It's a photo."
"I know that. But who's in it?"
"…"
"Jack? Who is that?"
"Her name was Rose."
"Was?"
"Yeah. She died."
"Oh. Jack..."
"Don't."
"What was she like?"
"Rose was the most compassionate, gorgeous, amazing girl I have ever met."
"Oh. Were you…?"
"Together? Yeah. We traveled with another man, and he was pissed about us. But why did he get to decide who she got in bed with?"
"Sounds pretty controlling."
"Well, he cared for her a lot."
"How did you meet?"
"It all started in World War II, she was hanging from a barrage balloon. I had a warship. I never stood a chance…"
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