What Should Be Old is New

By Tuba321

A/N: Aha! Here's my story. As you all know I seem to be a bit at random with my stories. Ergo, some are really… stuck. So I've gotten into prewriting 'cause I know that's how my easily distracted mind can finish a story. So, I was writing something else (Wild Card- I love writing it!) and the plot bunny flew through my window and hit me hard. Really hard.

So, here's to the real stuff: this is a slight reaction to the news that they are bringing Billie Piper back (Whoo!). So, it takes place in "Pete's World". Yes, the Doctor is in here too. But, how? Uh, it will be part of a series. Still working on the series name (Don't worry I'll find one but suggestions are open for consideration!). Enjoy please.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. (tear)

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Rose was doing her normal. Walking through the busy streets of London. Except… she felt different then those other people, so busy with their lives that they never stopped to look at anything. Not see, really and truly look.

Rose liked to look. Studying the things that were important and beautiful… even walking through the streets, she could see certain things that someone could appreciate. A friend of hers had taught her how to do that.

As the newly achieved head of Torchwood, Rose was shaping things up. Keeping inter-galactic relations as clean as any possibly could. No war had ever been threatened or mentioned in Rose's brief "reign", as Mickey called it.

So, here was Rose Tyler, Defender of the Earth, without the Oncoming Storm.

Or so she thought. But what she didn't know was that in about thirty seconds she was about see the most likely person in the universe. All because she tripped.

Walking with a prideful stride, Rose could probably walk as fast as some of these people could run. But, at her speed she failed to realize the bike rack, the green poles sticking from the concrete, and tripped over it.

She expected the harsh feel of concrete slammed into her face. That's not what she felt; a bystander had grabbed her. A girl or, to be more precise, a woman. The first thing that Rose noticed was the red shoes. Converse. The second thing she noticed was the woman's intense green eyes, blazing with some concern.

The woman held her by her shoulders. She smiled. "Close one huh?" She said in an American accent, hauling Rose fully back up to her feet.

"Yeah, thanks." Said Rose, a little dazed. The woman was about five foot eleven to six feet. To go with the shoes, she had on dark plain jeans leading up to the seventies-style tie-die shirt that did not seem to draw any attention away from her face, which was lined with not-to-curly-but-curly-enough dark dirty blonde hair. Almost dark enough to say it was brunette. But, the amazing thing was the jacket. Well, it was more or less a trenchcoat, except it was leather. Black leather. It flowed all the way down to her ankles.

'Almost like…' She couldn't bring herself to finish the thought.

"I'm Rose." She said almost automatically, holding out a hand.

The woman took it. "Pleasure to meet you." The American tone showed no sign of giving out a name although she was smiling kindly.

Rose smiled back, not knowing her but still liking this unnamed woman. "Thanks again. I don't think I could work with a bunch of scrapes."

Making an unconcerned face, the woman shrugged the comment of. "Scrapes aren't the worse thing you could think about." She paused, thinking. "The way you were heading, I'd say a concussion would have been the worst thing to think about."

"A concussion?" Rose repeated.

The woman nodded, pointing to show what she was talking about. "You tripped there see? The angle you had was as good to head-first as you could get."

"Well, then thanks loads!"

The woman two-finger saluted Rose, before saying, "Welcome." And walking away.

Rose stood there for a moment, assessing what had just happened. She concluded that basically, those kind of people were hard to find. And she'd seen two. Her and… him.

Shaking her head as if to clear it, Rose walked away, knowing with confidence that she would probably see neither very soon.

Good thing she didn't bet on it.

TBC...

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A/N: How is it so far? Short, I know. Please be reminded this took about five days to write so it wasn't that tedious. Please review. No flames please.