Prolog

My name is Rose Tyler. I was born in London in 1987. It was the same year my dad, Peter Tyler, died. He was hit by a car and was dead before the ambulance got there.

So there were just the two of us: me and my mum, Jackie Tyler. We lived quite an ordinary life, a dull life you might say. That is, nothing ever happened, not ever. Until I met the Doctor. I was 19 years old and working in a department store. Then one evening, when I was in the basement taking the lottery money to Wilson, the autons attacked me. They were just about to get me, when he appeared there and grabbed my hand. He said only one word:"Run!" And we´ve been running ever since.

He was a man from Gallifrey, a planet far away from the Earth. He had lost his planet together with his people in the Last Time War between his people, the Time Lords, and the Daleks. He travelled through time and space in his Tardis (Time And Relative Dimensions In Space) fighting against evil aliens, saving planets and the inhabitants. He never carried a gun, only a sonic screwdriver, but he always defeated his enemies. He was brilliant.

When he asked me to join him, I said yes. That was the best decision I´ve made in my entire life-it was then my life began.

Now I´ve been travelling with him for just an over a year. He had taken me to the distant galaxies, to the future and to the past. Once he even took me to see my dad. He was so wonderful that he gave me a change to meet my dad. Well, it ended up in a mess all because of me. I tried to save my dad, but instead got us all into a big trouble. My dad, Peter Tyler, sacrificed his life for his family.

At the end of our first year together, on Christmas, he regenerated-at least that what´s he told me. It is still unbelievable. We were on Satellite 5, when the Daleks attacked us. There were about half a million Daleks and only a few of us left. Doctor tricked me to get into the Tardis and sent me away. I tried to get back to him, but it didn´t work. He was all alone, fighting against the Daleks. I don´t remember much, only a bright light and someone singing…Anyway, somehow he was saved. But now, he´s different. Everything in him, seems so different, but still…as if nothing has changed between us. Oh, did I mention that his new self is quiet the looker…

Enough of that, anyway. I just wanted to tell you about this story-Story of an eternal love. Story of the White Rose….

Chapter 1

I had just put on my favourite Jeans and wanted to know what the Doctor thought about it. But he was gone. Had he left without me?! "Doctor!" I shouted and ran to the Tardis´ door. I peaked outside and there he was: in a corridor walking away…"Doctor! Wait for me!" I ran to him. He turned around and stretched his hand…"Come on!" he shouted. As I reached him, he took my hand.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"Oh…We´re in Grand Hall and this is the year 130000…." He started.

"No! I mean, what do you think of my pants?" I interrupted him.

He looked at me and smiled:"You look absolutely…fantastic" he said.

I smiled him back. I was happy that he liked my pants…"So, Doctor…" I looked around…"What is this place exactly?" I asked him.

"Well…It´s a some sort of a museum. There´s an exhibition I want to see. "He told me…"Allons Y!"

We ran into a huge hall at the end of the corridor. It was like an art gallery, or a museum; there were paintings and other objects everywhere. The Doctor led me to a huge painting.

"Now, this is what I call something…"he said looking excited. To me it looked like a regular painting, nothing else. Except the fact that it was huge.

"Look at the…" he started. I didn´t pay much of attention to him. I just looked around, when I saw a group of people gathering at the centre of the hall. What were they looking at? I wondered and excused myself."Yeah, Go ahead." he said. As I approached them, I heard someone talking...

"...this white rose symbolizes the beautiful and pure love..."

Then I saw it; at the centre of all of the attention:Right in the middle of the growd stood a small table, and on top of it a beautiful white rose inside a glass cover.

It looked like one of those roses from fairy tales you heard as a kid. A princess story.

"...between a lady and her servant..." he continued.

I took a closer look at the rose. It was very beautiful...could it be...real?"How old is it?" I interrupted the guide.

"We don´t exactly know, but it seemed to appear from nowhere..." he started..."at the Winchester manor in the 19th century England..."

"You´re joking, right?" I asked him.

"No there´s..."

"Are you telling me, that this rose is thousands of years old? And still looks fresh as if picked up only yesterday?"

"Yes. As I said it symbolizes their everlasting love..."

Then I realized I interrupted him..."Oh, go on..." I told him.

"...In 1785 a girl was born in a noble family. The family that had been protecting the Royal Family for generations. But since there was no male heir, she was raced as a boy in hope of one day she would follow in her father´s footsteps, and become a general and in the Royal Army. Her father even brought her a male friend, a servant, to make sure she would learn the habits of boys..."

"And what were their names?"I asked him.

"Lady Francis Winchester and her servant ..."he looked at me..."but for some reason his name is unknown..."

Really? That was peculiar...

"They grew up together, played together, got into troubles together..." he continued..."they experienced every aspect of life together with its sorrows and happinesses..."

"So they fell in love?" asked someone in the crowd.

"No..." he replied..."that is, not right away. He fell in love with her at a very young age, but considering his position as her servant, he remained silent."

"Poor fellow." someone added.

"Yes...he accompanied her silently, always staying by her side and protecting her." said the guide.

"When did she realize his feeling for her?" I was curious. This wasn´t exactly the princess stories I´ve heard, because usually there would be a prince. But this time it was a servant. Gosh, I loved the change.

"After he finally confessed to her. Soon she realized that she loved him, too. In fact, she had loved him for years, without ever noticing it."

"what a wonderful story!" someone yelled..."And they did run away together, didn´t they?!"

"I wish that would have been the case, but..." he answered..."but almost right after their love had started to bloom, he died."

Oh no! "But it can´t be! They just had each other!"I felt sad...

"Those were really dangerous times...the whole of Europe was at war because of Napoleon...It was the battle of Waterloo, the famous battle that finally stopped Napoleon, that they had joined swearing to fight against his tyranny together, when he got shot..." he looked sad..."right in front of her."

This story indeed wasn´t exactly the ones I´ve heard in my childhood...This story was so sad."Why couldn´t they have a happy ending..."I thought. A tear fell down on my cheeks...

"...she died only a few hours after him..." he continued..."under the leadership of duke Wellington on the 18th of June 1815."

"You know…they had won that battle, and the war…but it was too late for the lovers…"

The story had touched me deeply, and I wasn´t the only one. Everyone in the crowd was weeping.

"...But even if they died, their love will last forever, just like this rose." he finished his presentation. Everybody vanished somewhere, but I couldn´t.

I just stood there, staring at the rose. I couldn´t move. I had a strange feeling; as if it had been calling for me...as if it was weeping, too...I had no idea, how long had I stood there, but the time I came to my senses, the crowd had cleared and everybody had gone away. I bent over to look at the rose one more time. "Are you trying to tell me something?" I asked. "Great. Now I´m talking to a rose..."

I lifted the glass cover and took the rose into my hand. "You are beautiful..." I was like spellbound...

Suddenly, an alarm turned on. It was that kind of a loud, annoying sound that hurts your ears. I had no idea of what I was doing, but I started to run towards the Tardis, with the rose in my hands. I ran as fast as I could, and without noticing, I was back in the Tardis. I put the rose on the control panel.

"What have I done? Why did I take the rose?" I thought. "I really need to go back, and find the Doctor..."

Exactly at that moment, the engines were turned on. "No!No!" I ran to the door, but it was already too late; we were traveling. I turned around and went back to the control panel.

"This is really all your fault." I said to the rose..."I´m Rose, by the way." I smiled..."What a coincidence..."

Then, the engines stopped. We were there, wherever that "there" was...I looked at the rose..."Somehow...I don´t know how, but somehow...you brought me here..."

"Might as well take a look." I said, and headed towards the door. "Mind you..." I turned..."You should have brought the Doctor, too. He´s the one, who really can help." I said and opened the door...

To be continued…