To all of those who reviewed, I thank you enormously. To those of you who read this and didn't- well, please do it next time. This chapter was supposed to be posted on Friday, in keeping with the schedule on my profile, but I'm posting it early in celebration of earning a nursing internship. I'm one of less than twenty-four others, so it's very exciting!

Evy's full first name is pronounced just like the name Evelyn (Eva-lin) except with an 'a' at the end (Eva-lina). Evelyn means 'light' in Irish Gaelic, and 'uncertain' in German.

As for Jenny; I hadn't planned on including her in this, or even thought about her at all. But that's a good idea. I wanted to give Evy a sibling eventually, but I think I showed how unlikely *cough*impossible*cough* that would be in the prologue. So Jenny's a good solution to that. Thanks for the idea!

To those who were curious after reading Evy, Not Rose, the Doctor will learn who Evy is. Just be patient; they're not going to meet each other in the first chapter! And Rose will rejoin the Doctor, but, again; not in the first chapter!

Music ~ Still Haven't Found by U2

Earth, 2008. London, England

Evelyna Jacqueline Tyler stood on the roof of her home apartment building, enjoying the warm sunshine, rare this early in the spring. The breeze blew strands of her long black hair into her face, and she absent-mindedly brushed them away as she doodled in a notebook with one hand.

It was just after three, and her mum was still at work. School had gotten out about a half-hour ago, and Evy was supposed to have been working on her homework.

But she had been drawn outside by the bright sun, and after being teased with it for a six-hour school day, she was ready to escape walls for a while. So she had headed onto the roof, taking her backpack and homework with her, promising herself she'd just do it up here.

Of course, she hadn't even started it yet. The warmth of the sun had lulled her into a sort of trance, where the pressing need to do her homework didn't matter, but it was very hard not to think.

She felt moody and restless as she drew; her whole body ached to be doing something, but there was nothing to do. Besides her homework, of course.

A tiny snap broke her reverie. The pencil lead had broken, for the fourth time, and she was out of lead for it. Giving up, she glanced down at the page she'd been scribbling on. It was covered in dozens of sketches of police boxes; all different sizes.

Irritated at being reminded of what she was trying to avoid, she flipped the notebook closed and shoved it in the schoolbag beside her.

"He doesn't know about you," she told herself, angrily. "He doesn't know and he's not bloody likely to ever find out." She sighed, brushing another flyaway lock of hair out of her eyes, trying not to disintegrate into tears. It simply wasn't fair. It just wasn't.

Evy knew the story, or rather, stories; her mum had been the traveling companion of an alien called the Doctor, and after several years, more or less, they'd fallen in love. And then they'd been separated, forever, they thought, before her mum could tell him she was pregnant.

But there was so much more to it than that, she reminded herself, giving up hope of avoiding this train of thought for today. She never could avoid it for long, even if she wanted too.

Her mum had been a nineteen year-old shop girl with no A-Levels and no apparent special talents. She had run off with a local musician when she was young, and had returned home when he abandoned her. Eventually, she had taken a job at Henrick's, where she met the Doctor. She'd helped him out with saving the world, and accepted his invitation to travel. For a long time they'd traveled, and eventually Rose had been forced to take drastic measures to save the man she'd fallen in love with.

She'd never been completely clear on how she'd done it, Evy recalled, her hand sneaking up to find its way over her heart. And Mickey had been even less forthcoming.

But her mum had, and somehow, in order to save her life in turn, he'd sacrificed one of his own, changing into a totally different man before her mum's disbelieving and terrified eyes. And they'd traveled together again, finding their way through time and space together until they were even more deeply in love. But still, they had held back, afraid of what would happen if they came clean with each other. Finally, though, after a terrifying prophecy of Rose's death in battle, and a closer call then they'd ever had before, they'd given in.

Only, however, to be separated in the heart-wrenching and catastrophic events of what U.N.I.T and Torchwood personnel were still calling Doomsday. Her Mum had been trapped in a parallel universe with Evy's grandparents and Mickey, while the walls closed her Doctor off on the other side.

But that wasn't the end; Evy had been born about five or six months after the walls closed, and while Rose worked without aging to develop the Dimension Cannon, Evy grew up. When she was ten, the first active tests took place with Rose and Mickey, and by the time she was fourteen, the device had transported them permanently across the Void. But for some unfathomable reason, the Cannon had landed them in 2007, about a half a year after Doomsday.

And they'd carved out a life for themselves to lead while Rose searched; a life they'd lead for almost two years now. Evy was sixteen. Mickey was thirty-nine. Rose was thirty-five, technically.

And they were no closer to finding the Doctor than they had been when they'd arrived. There were incidents in UNIT files where he was listed as a suspected participant, but no hard evidence, no indication where he would be next.

Evy knew all this because, for her, the databases were ridiculously easy to hack- it wasn't even fun to slip past their firewalls anymore. Rose's faith was unflagging, but Evy had pretty much given up.

Except for a small, stubborn core of desperate hope, a hope that refused to ever die completely.

She shifted the hand resting on her heart to the opposite side. For a moment, the beat under her hand faded as her palm crossed her sternum. And then a new beat, a little fainter, but still strong, paced under her hand. One heart may have given up hope, but the other, even if it was smaller, refused to do so.

Dropping her hand, Evy pushed herself upright from her cross-legged position, standing to her full height.

Their apartment building was high enough that if she looked carefully, she could pick out the places from her mother's stories; the ones from Earth, anyway. It was a ritual she had; whenever she came up here, she'd pick those landmarks out at least once. All the places she knew of where her mum and dad had been together. It helped console her a bit when she felt horrible for being so different, horrible for not having a dad, or when she woke up in the middle of the night crying for the family she'd left behind.

But only a bit.

After she had worked through the list, Evy glanced up at the sky, staring into the serene blue as if looking for answers. She wasn't sure what questions she was asking; perhaps she was looking for the answers to the questions she didn't know how to ask.

However, as usual, the skies, despite their beauty, offered no help. Sighing again, Evy glanced back down at the street, and did a double take before scooping up her backpack with one arm and sprinting for the stairs.

Back down on the street, a shiny black car had just pulled up, dropping off a blond woman who could have easily still been in college, except for the formal not-quite-suit she wore and the I.D. slung around her neck. Evy's mother was home from work.