The stories that follow are paired. The opposite story is called and can be found on my Author page. Both stories follow Rose's chronology and will be updated simultaneously. I also still have to disclaim, as Russell T Davies has not yet hired me. I'd move to London, I really, really will, Mr. Davies!
Four: The One Who Found Her
When she was four years old, a very nice soldier with silver blue eyes and a tough looking jacket walked her home. She had gotten separated from her mother during something weird happening, and he was telling her off the whole time, saying not to let go of people's hands when they were supposed to be keeping you safe. She held his hand, which was large and nice, if slightly cold. She still thought their fingers fit well together.
He was wonderful, she could tell, because he had known right where she was and helped her exactly when she needed it. He had been so busy the first time she saw him, so she knew he was special. Out of the entire crowd of soldiers and strange people and regular people he had been managing, he had come for her, one little lost girl.
He took her straight to her door and was about to ring the door bell when she stopped him. "Can we get married some day?" she asked him, wide-eyed and happy at the prospect. After all, people were supposed to get married if they loved each other (Mummy said so when she met Mr. Chuck) and she loved this man very much at that moment.
"Ask me again when you're older," he suggested, his eyes on hers all gentle and nice. Then he let go her hand and rang the bell, then darted off down the staircase at a dead run.
"Rose!" Mum shrieked when she opened the door. "Rose, oh thank God, Sweetheart, I thought I'd lost you." And Mum dragged her into a tight hug and started crying.
"I'm here, Mummy, I'm ok," she said, patting her mother on the head softly.
"I was about to call the police. Did one of them bring you back?"
"No, Mum, it was one of the soldiers."
"Oh," said Mum, "and he didn't even stay to let me say thank you."
"Maybe 'cuz you'd slap him," Rose said, quite sensibly. "You do that a lot."
Mum, too relieved to argue, just laughed at her daughter. "How did you know he was a soldier, Sweetheart?"
"He was with all the other soldiers and he had a haircut like theirs, and they were all doing what he told them to do. He was nice. I'm going to marry him, he said I could if I ask again when I'm older."
"Of course you can," said Mum, and bundled her off to the kitchen for cocoa and biscuits.
Rose, of course, too excited about the idea of her upcoming wedding, forgot to mention that she hadn't even needed to show the man where she lived.