A/N: This is my first story, so bear with me if it is just terrible and if the updates are infrequent. This happens after Journey's End.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who.

Prologue:

Red. All Rose could see was red. The yellow dried grass was smothered with blood. Her blood. Instead of feeling the pain of the gaping wound on her stomach, Rose focused on her mum. She would give anything to see Jackie one last time, but it was much too late for that. She already felt her knees weaken, and suddenly she was lying on the dry, rough grass. Tony, she would never see him grow up. Pete was going to be devastated. Jake wasn't going to be happy. But that was alright, they all had someone. Rose wondered vaguely if the Metacrisis Doctor was waiting for her in the afterlife. She smiled contently at the beating sun and closed her eyes for the last time. Or so she thought.

Rose awoke with a gasp a minute later. Warm air trickled into her lungs. Her hands instantly flew to her stomach. Perfectly smooth and gaping hole free. "What?! This is not possible, I'm dead. I was dead." she thought. The dry grass tickled her bare arms, and Rose could still feel the sticky blood coat her shirt and pants. She stood up and brushed dirt off her back. "Alright, maybe not so dead." she muttered. Rose was pretty sure that she got caught by a stray bullet on the Sontaran ship before teleporting into a field of grass. And unless she was mistaken, it was a fatal wound.

That was the first time Rose Tyler died and came back to life. It most certainly was not her last.

500 years later. . .

In the span of 500 years, Rose Tyler had managed to get herself killed two hundred times. Forty was from saving the world, ten was from mundane things, and the rest was from Torchwood when they got carried away. That happened quite often.

After ten years of working with Torchwood, people were beginning to get suspicious. Rose hadn't aged, so she still looked twenty when she was thirty. After twenty years, Rose was on the run. Pete had died of cancer, and he was the only reason why she didn't get imprisoned earlier. She wanted nothing more than to go comfort her mum and cry over Pete together, but if she did, Jackie would be mourning for two.

At this point, she was Torchwood's number one enemy. They got the world to view her as an alien threat, so nowhere was safe. She jumped from motel to motel, always using different names, clothes, and wigs. She was careless one time. She managed to sneak into a big house in a small town called Leadworth. The house seemed to be occupied by a little ginger girl, and she was all by herself. Her parents were away on business, and her aunt only appeared a few hours a day. When the little Scottish girl was sleeping, Rose sneaked into the window and found an empty room. She wired perception filter around the frame of the door that she stole from Torchwood. She was only going to stay for two days, but that was enough for Torchwood to find her. That was enough to begin her days of endless torture.

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