Disclaimer: I did own Doctor Who in a dream I had last night but the TARDIS landed ontop of me and then I got stuck under the consul, so I think on the whole it is best that I do not own Doctor Who until I'm older and wise, (a.k.a. In half an hour)
Dedication: Every one who went on and on at me to make this chapter into a real story.
A/N: Right what this is is 'Who are you Rose Tyler', with out the song in it because I a) Like the title Who is Rose Tyler, b) Don't want to have a song in a story which none of the chapters will have songs in it and c) I want to really.
So please don't report me or something for it having the same content or something because more chapters are coming up so I hope you read, enjoy and review.
A/N: No BETA, Boo Hoo Hoo, Let'sDoTheTimeWarp where are you?
Who is Rose Tyler?
Rose Tyler pushed though the crowds of people that surrounded her. They all let her go, they had to. People jumped out of her way staring at the woman in front of them. She was in such a position of power at Torchwood that she said that someone had to jump to there deaths to stop an alien invasion, she would have to draw names out of a hat and even then would have to have a recount because more people would have added there names. She never would do that though, she hated death and killing, she told people "He hated killing" and "He never wanted to kill" and that was the only explanation. She was noble and honourable and she was adored by most of the male staff, (they had made bets of high sums of money who could get her to go out with them; she never went out with anyone) and most of the female staff admired her, (they all wanted to talk to her but she never 'talked' to anyone be had convosations with them, "Hello, how are you?" but she never cared about the answers, she only asked because she had to) but she only went though the motions of life. She did what she had to and went home. She acted happy, even sometimes she looked happy, she smiled and laughed with the rest of her team but her eyes were always cold and her laughter was short and forced, her makeup was never clear, it wasn't sloppy but it was just there, she never wore mascara though and people wondered about that because they had overheard convosations between Mickey and Jackie, "You know she always wore mascara back home", "Yea, it's sort of odd", "Well she doesn't wear it any more do you know why?", "Nah, she just doesn't why?" "She doesn't wear it because of when she cries", "We've got to help her", "I know but ..." the fire bell had gone and they went there separte ways, and people knew a little more about Rose Tyler. No one questioned her though. No one dared; but also no one really wanted to know what had happened to this woman, only 24, to make her a mere shell of a person.
People watched though, when Rose Tyler walked into a room people stood up and turned towards her. Unless she wanted the attention she always ignored them. Like now, she walked though the packed room eyes down on the ground, tears on her cheeks. People tactfully ignored this and congratulated people on her handling of the Gelth Confederacy but she just waved them away. She patted her pocket and nearly every one knew that she was checking on the few possessions she cared about, she lived with her parents and their second child (there was something odd about that, Pete Tyler never had a child let alone children and his wife had gone missing after the cyber industries movement. Now here he was with his wife and two children after three years alone, and his wife used to be very posh and now it was like she was trying to fit into this world), had a nice car and all the material possessions but all she seemed to care about was the mobile phone, the credit card holder with a piece of blank paper in it that she kept in her pocket and the key that she kept around her neck on a gold chain. She rubbed her face and walked out of the room with questions bouncing off her back.
Everyone just stood there. In silence as if waiting for her to come back in to tell them to sit down.
"What is up with her?"
This was one of the newest members of Torchwood a Ben Jackson. He had worked in the navy before he joined Torchwood and hadn't heard about 'Rose Tyler: Defending the Earth', this was the title of her job and became almost a nickname but she got upset about anyone using it. The only explanation they every got was, "He said it". That was all people ever got when asking her about her past, "I was with him" or "We traveled, me and him".
Every one looked at Ben after he said this. He was an open and honest person, which was why it was best that his girlfriend Polly also worked at Torchwood. He didn't understand why Rose Tyler acted like she did and nor did he understand why no one talked about it.
No one had an answer for him and he stood with his hands on his hips looking confident and almost smug. But not in the normal sense, he had been treated like a child at Torchwood but now he had got them were it hurt most. He had found something that they didn't know and about a human.
Clumps of people broke off whispering to themselves, without meaning to they had become caught up in intrigue and mystery, who was this strange person that they trusted with there lives?
"Who is she?"
"She's Rose Tyler, daughter of Peter and Jackie Tyler but apart from that"
"How do we know she it there daughter, even Jackie is a little off. She disappeared after the cybermen came didn't she? She died and now"
"She's dodgy, never left Earth and knows all this stuff"
"Yes for all we know she's an alien in disguise"
"Yea aliens don't have to look alien you know, some aliens look just like us but have two hearts or something"
"She's been asked out by everyone, that Mickey and Jake they look after her but now boys just walk passed her"
"Like she's a lost course"
"Like she's got an aura about her of sadness"
"She is a lost case"
"I think she lost a loved one"
"If she did it addled her brains, she stands infront of a wall, you know the one a few offices up, for hours"
"Maybe he died here"
"Who says it's a he"
"Cheeky, no she says, 'he said it' or 'he did that' doesn't she it has to be a he"
"Who cares?"
"We trust this person with our lives, how can you say who cares? I like her personally; she could be a good friend."
"I wish I could help"
"Normally she doesn't act like this, she's sad all the time and doesn't talk but when has she cried? She's normally just lives, fancy free like nothing has any significance."
"Do you think it is something about today"
"She turned up today three years ago didn't she?"
"Yea, she never existed, I'm sure of it but then wham, like she fell out of space and time or something"
"Don't be stupid she's here isn't she?"
"I wish I could help her though"
"Why don't we ask her then?" Ben piped up.
It was a simple plan that was why no one had thought of it yet. Torchwood was so complicated. Ben always lowered the bar a little.
"Yea Ben, you know what she's like always dreaming, head in the clouds. She dreams she's some were else, with someone else"
"She doesn't like this world, like she belongs in a different reality, like she would talk to us, she doesn't belong here"
"She is scared of change, and she never talks to us about her past, talking to one of us will be a change"
"I'll do it, I'll talk to Rose Tyler" Ben said.
And he walked out the door.
"Hey there!" Ben called out to Rose, who nearly at the end of the corridor stopped and turned around to face him. Ben could see the tears on her face and the way that she had her hand clutched around the key at her throat. The presioce contents of her pocket was spread all over the floor.
She bent down trying to pick them up with one hand but she couldn't so she stood up looking dejected.
"Yes … Ben isn't it?"
"Yes Ma'am"
"Can you come and pick these up for me?"
Ben nodded and ran over to her and picked up the mobile phone and the wallet.
"Ma'am"
"Yes Ben"
"Does this phone still work?"
"No Ben, it doesn't, I wish it did though"
"I could help, I'm quite good at tecnology", Ben opened the back of the mobile phone and stared at it.
It was alien teconology. His eyes were wide and his mouth was wider.
"Where...Where...Where..." Ben began. Rose plucked the phone and wallet out of him hands.
"Just a bit of jiggery pokery that he did for me"
Ben saw that the tears had started to fall again.
"Who was..." Ben started but Rose, crying freely now interupted him
"Well you called out; there must be something that you want to say"
Ben opened his mouth; a hundred questions ran though his head; Why are you crying? Did someone die? Why do you carry that key around? Why do you carry a blank piece of paper around? Why do you carry a mobile phone around when we all have ear pods? Why do you have alien tecnology in your phone? Why are you in Torchwood? Why do you ignore people? Why have you never gone out with anyone? Why do you whisper to yourself? Why do you stand infront of the blank wall for hours on end? Who is 'he'? Will you answer any of these questions? Why does no-one know anything about you? Who are you? Do you know who you are?
"Well done with the Gelth Ma'am"
"Thank you Ben"
And Ben thought he saw a small twinkle among the tears in her eyes. She knew.
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