AN: Ohhhh I'm adding more of my Archive! I wrote this one when I was pondering how the Episode with the Family would have Gone with Rose in it... Of course I added My Own little twist. Read and Enjoy- Tell me what you think my Lovelies!

Chapter One: Lady Rose Harkness Enters the Scene

"Ms. Harkness!" A voice echoed as arms caught her. "Oh Dear, Miss Rose has fainted again. Call the Matron!" Darkness enclosed her.

"Rose. Rose Darling, you've fainted again." A gentle voice called, rousing her. She moaned slightly and opened her eyes to be greeted by her aunt's worried face. Joan sighed in relief.

"Oh dear, you've been in the sun a bit to long again. It isn't good in your condition you know?" Joan scolded her. Rose rolled her eyes. Her aunt was a bit dramatic and old fashioned.

"I'm fine Mrs. Redfern." She answered. Joan sighed.

"Rose, I know this is difficult for you, I lost my husband also." She murmured, sitting on her nieces' bedside and stroking her hair. Rose flinched.

"Jack was a good man. I disgrace him enough with my constant fainting. I came here to assist you after all." Rose replied stiffly. Joan smiled.

"And you have child. Your uncle would be proud of you, as would your husband. I'm sure they are both in heaven marveling over what a strong girl you are." She cooed. Rose growled.

"I do not wish to speak of my deceased adopted uncle or husband Mrs. Redfern." She insisted, moving to get up. Joan stopped her.

"The headmaster has ordered you to bed today Rose. No one here wishes for you or you child's life to be endangered." She informed her. Rose growled.

"I am pregnant, not invalid!" She insisted. Joan smiled.

"That you are, but you are delicate. Your constant fainting shows that." She insisted, getting up and heading to the door. "You really should rest though." She added before leaving. Rose growled and sat back. There was a knock on the door and the African maid, Martha entered.

"I heard you weren't feeling well Mrs. Harkness." She murmured. Rose made a face and Martha giggled.

"I'm fine. I was in the heat a bit long and fainted; now the matron and headmaster have combined forces to keep me in bed. I'm pregnant, not dying." She grumbled. Martha giggled more.

"I should hope you weren't. May I check on you?" she asked, moving closer. Rose nodded, knowing somehow if something was truly wrong with her, or her child the maid would have a better understanding then the matron. Martha smiled and sat down next to her, checking her vitals.

"Why do you hover over me so Martha?" Rose asked suddenly. "Surely you have something better to be doing then keeping me company." Martha smiled.

"You remind me of a friend of a friend's. He talks of her constantly, and she shares your name. I think I am waiting for him to return and see if you're the same as the Rose he grieves." She admitted truthfully. Rose frowned.

"I cannot pretend to understand the workings of your mind Martha, but thank you. I don't feel so alone when you are here, although I must confess I am curious as to meet this Professor Smith you babble on about." She murmured, closing her eyes as sleep started taking over. She missed Martha's wince as sleep took her.

"That's what I'm afraid of Rose. If he sees you I'm afraid he'll break through whatever he did to hide from the family to reunite. I don't know why you're acting the way you are, like you belong in this time period, but even dressed like they do you look the same as your portrait. You are the Rose I wasn't replacing." She murmured before leaving, satisfied the young girl wasn't ill.

*Dream*

"Rose… You can't do this, you're pregnant and we don't know when in history this will pop you into. Sure the Doctor will be around, but you'll be alone, and without your memories until he's in danger." Mickey said, almost yelling. Captain Rose Tyler-Harkness snorted.

"I can take care of myself. This is our only chance to get back Mickey. I won't let my child grow up without its father!" She replied hotly, pressing the button and disappearing.

*End Dream*

Rose sat up, her heart pounding as she held her swollen stomach. Her dream was quickly fading and she moaned slightly, wishing with all her heart her husband was alive. He hadn't even got to know of their child's existence before he was killed. She slowly got out o bed, and dressed. The sun was still up, and her aunt was bound to have a child in need of care.