A/N: Just a Rose/Ten oneshot :) Hope everyone enjoys!
Rose needed to hurry. It was of vital importance; or at least, that's what the letter said. She looked up from the frozen grass, peering through the heavy fog. It looked like she would be walking for a while yet.
Her thoughts drifted back to several hours earlier, when she had arrived at her flat only to find something waiting for her. A parcel, with a bit of notepaper tucked neatly under a piece of tape.
Dear Rose—
DO NOT, under ANY circumstances, open this box. I have a proposition for you. Meet me at six o'clock in MoorlingPark. Bring the parcel. You need to hurry.
-The Doctor
Rose, being an inquisitive 19-year-old, had immediately decided to go. She had no idea whether there would be danger and she certainly didn't know who this Doctor was, but she was desperate for a change. Her life was utterly mundane. She had moved out of her mum's flat last December and was living a few blocks away, in a less suburban area. She was working in the shop as usual, making minimum wage folding clothes all day long.
She was desperate for adventure, and she was not about to pass up this opportunity. The fog had altered her perception and as it turned out, she was much closer to the overgrown park than she had originally thought. Her pace quickened into a jog, taking her to Moorling in just a few moments. She stopped right outside of the gates, bent double and panting.
Rose wasn't regularly exercising, so even this short jaunt was slightly difficult. She climbed over the wrought-iron gate and dropped down. The fog was even denser here, if that was possible. She wandered around for a short time, peering around hedges to see if anyone was there. Her mobile phone said it was just six.
Suddenly, right when Rose was about to give up entirely, she saw a figure. A man, or at least she thought it was a man. He was tall and rail-thin and the wet air seemed to disperse as she got closer, as if it were afraid of him.
"H-hello?" she said, walking slowly. The head turned her way. She was only a few yards away.
"Hello, Rose."
She could see him almost completely clearly. A suit—brown, perhaps—was covered by a large tan overcoat. His hair was a very modern cut—sticky-uppy and dark brown. "Who are you?"
Rose was suddenly very close to this man—standing right next to him, in fact. He was immensely attractive, but his eyes scared her. They looked hollow. This man had seen battles. Death.
"I'm the Doctor," he said, his voice grave. "Do you have the parcel?"
She felt an urge to run away. Rose somehow knew that if she continued to talk with this strange man that she would never go back to her normal life. "Yes," she murmured, withdrawing it from beneath her coat. She made her decision quickly.
"Thank you. I am going to ask you something, something vitally important. You don't have to do it. In fact, I'm hoping you'll run back to your flat and never have to see me again."
Rose furrowed her brow. "What is it?"
"I need your help. I need you to come with me. This is important. In fact, it could save the entire planet."
She swallowed hard. "Why?"
"I'm sorry. I can't tell you. But I swear, I will do everything in my power to stop something bad happening to you." His eyes were less scary now. They were filled with a sudden light.
"Can you guarantee my coming back?" she asked.
"No."
The Doctor (if that was his real name) looked wary. Then she smiled brightly. "I want to come with you."