What if the Face of Boe had meant someone else when he told the Doctor that he was not alone? That day on Bad Wolf Bay, Rose lied. Set after series 3, TenRose
Disclaimer: Mine? Nope.
There had been rumours floating around for years about the Deputy Head of Torchwood One. The mysterious long lost daughter of the energy drink tycoon had just shown up one day 8 years ago, and all but taken over. It wasn't that she planned a hostile takeover or anything, it was just that Torchwood was in shambles after the Cybermen, and she knew a freakish amount about the alien threats that they had to deal with on a daily basis.
When she had first come, she had the air of someone who was trying to bury themselves in their job. She came early; she didn't leave till late; she did an amazing amount in those first few months and by the end of her first year there, she was already being promoted. Over the years she had gotten less tense, though the air of frantic activity had never left. Even after all this time, the ocean of sadness behind her eyes had never really gone away.
Most people figured it had to do with the man in the picture on her desk. Besides the one of her family, it was the only one adorning her cluttered desk. In that picture, she was happy, as no one in Torchwood had seen her. She was grinning from ear to ear, leaning her head against the shoulder of a tall man with adorably messy brown hair and a pinstriped suit. They were leaning against a blue box, and the man had his arm around her shoulders. Most of the rumours had to do with this man. Scorned lover? Dead husband? Left her for someone younger? Nobody knew (though speculation ran wild) but over the years had died out some. But still, every time a new recruit showed up all the theories were aired out and displayed once more.
There would not have been so much speculation if Ms Tyler had been more forthcoming with information about this mysterious man. If anyone was brash enough to ask her about him, her face suddenly became stormy, and she would fall silent. She did not cry any more, but in the beginning she had. Her tears seemed to have dried up, replaced by a cheery indifference that was painful to watch. But she could not deny that the man in the picture still upset her.
Mostly the only information that she would give out about him was to curtly acknowledge that he was Jonathan's father, and that she was never going to see him again. Most people wisely left it at this. Those who enquired further were met with frosty silence, and angry glares from coworkers.
AN: Have had this idea floating around in my head since I watched Doomsday. Is anyone else out there a hopeless romantic?