When the Doctor woke, she was inside of a rather nice, if not a bit unfashionable, house. She surveyed her surroundings, a sudden panic working its way into her chest.
"Good morning." A woman with soft reddish blonde hair smiled lovingly. "I'm Martha Kent, whats your name?"
"Hello Martha Kent, I'm………" And then she was lost. "I'm…. I can't quite seem to recal…
"How very odd…"
Martha seemed intrigued to say the least. "You don't remember your name?"
"No… "
"We'll, do ryou remember anythingg else? From your accent, I'd say your a log way from home." Martha sat next to the girl.
"…..yes………. A very long way from home…….. Farther than you can imagine…." The girl muttered.
"What do you mean?"
"I……. I don't know…….. I cant remember anything………" She said, beginning to appear frustrated, and frightened.
"You just said…"
" I know what I said…. But I'm not sure why…. It just came out, before I could stop it.."
"Martha, we're home." Jonathan Kent called from the kitchen.
"Hi mom." Clark said as he entered the room. "Lana said to say hi, and thanks for the muffins…. your awake." Clark turned his attention from his mother, to the girl he'd almost hit the night before.
"Yes. I am. Thank you for that handy little point. I'd make a note of it, but I seem to have left my pen in my other pants." The girl replied, her expression not changing, and though somewhat snippy, the amusement could be heard in her voice.
"Who are you?" Clark asked. The girls face became more serious, sober.
"That, I can't quite seem to remember…"
"Okay, so she has amnesia. No big deal, I see this sort of stuff all the time" Clark thought to himself. "Do you remember anything?" He asked, somewhat softly. She looked up, meeting his gaze with one far more intense than on most girls her age.
"Yes. Rose. That's all I can seem to remember, the name Rose. I know it's a name, it has to be a name…."
"You said you couldn't remember anything." Martha Kent asked, just as Jonathan entered the room.
"I can't, its just, that name……. there's something special about that name…. when I think about it, when I try to remember anything about myself, all I get is that name……."
"Maybe its yours." Jonathan offered. "I'm Jonathan Kent, by the way."
"Sir." The girl replied. Then lowered her head in thought.
"I dunno… maybe…….."
"We'll, Rose it is." Martha smiled softly.
"Yeh, Rose…." The Doctor muttered.
"So, this girl, she just winds up out of nowhere, wearing a three piece suit that's three sizes too big for her, shes got amnesia, all she can remember is the name Rose, and now, apparently, she's following you around for God knows what reason, pulling random things out of her jacket that even she seems surprised to find?" Chloe asked Clark, all the while appearing to be both amused, as well as journalistically intrigued. This would, after all, make an amazing story for the Torch.
"Ummm……. Yes?" Clark answered sheepishly.
"Oh please, you know just as well as I do that I'm only following you around because your mother told you to find me some cloths that actually fit. Apparently, I'm too scrawny to be able to wear even Mrs. Kent's old clothes." Rose said from behind Clark, while fishing in her pockets. "Oh would you look at that, 3-D glasses. How nifty."
"And you seem to have failed to inform me of her British accent." Chloe said to Clark. "By the way, um, Rose, how old are you? Or, how old do you think you are?"
"Well, judging from my physical appearance, I'd say I'm somewhere around 13-15, however, I get the distinct feeling I'm much older… What in heavens name is this? A wallet?" Rose muttered as she pulled it out, the first thing she saw was a piece of paper that read 'I.D. along with a picture of her.' nothing more. The rest of the pockets all had random bits of money, odd pieces of paper she vaguely recalled seeing, as well as outdated coupons for 'Jelly Babies' and a few mindless notes. "Fat lot of good that was…" When She looked up she could see Clark and Chloe staring at her.
"You know, both of your names begin with 'C'. Maybe you should get married." And then she walked away so she could look at some of the jeans that were on display.
"I'll, um, go help her find some clothes…" Chloe muttered, somewhat embarrassed.
"Yeah, and I'll go over to the Talon, I think Lex is there, so I might be able to figure out where she came from.." Clark muttered. There was a moment of silence, promptly followed by a scream and then a long stream of shouting in a British accent, going somewhat along the lines of 'Who in their bloody right mind would keep a live tarantula in their inside pocket?! I mean for gods sake those things kill?!'
"I'd better go.." Chloe hurried over to Rose, while Clark hurriedly fled the scene of the crime.
"Rose?" Chloe asked apprehensively.
"Oh hello Chloe Sullivan. How are you? I found this fantastic shirt, what do you think?" Rose asked as she held up a black and white striped sweater.
"Umm… its nice, but, this is summer… I think that might get a bit too hot.. And you can just call me Chloe."
"Alright Chloe, and its for when it gets cold. It does get cold her at night, doesn't it Chloe?" Rose turned her attention back to the rack.
"Your very strange, Rose. I thought you were screaming about a tarantula."
"I was, but then I killed. The poor bugger… Infact, I believe your standing next to his body." Rose said without looking. Chloe screamed.
"Lex!" Clark called when he saw the retreating back of Lex Luthor.
"Clark! How are you? I was just going to head over to your house." Lex smiled in his entirely Lex-ish way.
"Really, why?"
"Can't a friend come and visit?"
"No, no, of course. That's not what I meant… Hey Lex, do you know anything about somebody visiting Smallville from Britain?" Clark asked. Lex seemed to think about it.
"Not that I'm aware of. Why?"
"We'll, I met someone recently, and she sounds like she's British, only problem is she cant seem to remember anything but her first name. I thought maybe you could help.."
"Sure Clark. What's her name?"
"Rose."
"Hmm… Bring her over to the mansion later, I'll see what I can do."
"Thanks Lex."
"No problem, its what friends are for."
"So, Clark, how'd it go with Lex?"
"He said he'd try to help. I'm gonna bring Rose over to the mansion in an hour or so, See what turns up."
"Cool."
"Chloe, why is she wearing a sweater?" Rose was following Clark and Chloe as they walked into the Talon, appearing very much entranced with her new stripy sweater and the rainbow vans shed gotten. Her blue jeans seemed the least interesting to her…
"She really liked the sweater…"
"Hey Lana." Clark greeted as he sat at the table Lana was presently occupying.
"Not now Clark, I have to finish this report." Lana said without looking up from the laptop in front of her.
"What's it on?" Chloe asked.
"Queen Elizabeth."
"Lizzie! She was a werewolf, you know." Rose exclaimed form the place shed plopped on the floor.
"Um, yeah, thanks.. Who are you?" Lana asked, confused.
"The names Rose, it's a pleasure to meet you Miss…." Rose smiled broadly as she held out her hand.
"Lana Lang." Lana said as she hesitantly took the seated Rose's hand.
"Ah, Miss Lana Lang." Rose's smile became broader.
"What was that you said about Queen Elizabeth being a werewolf?" Lana asked curiously.
"Did I say that?" Rose asked.
"Yes, you did."
"I think she was kidding, Lana. Queen Elizabeth was not, I'm sure, a werewolf." Chloe said.
"I know that Chloe, its just. I found a website that had a bunch of weird conspiracy theories, and one of them was something along the lines of her being a werewolf. I just wanted to know a bit more, since most of the site was dedicated to someone called 'The Doctor'. Actually, one of the Doctors companions was a girl called Rose, but she didn't look anything like you." Lana added as she glanced over at Rose.
"The Doctor…" Rose whispered, appearing deep in thought. "The Doctor…"
"Doctor Who?" Clark asked, and Rose's smile appeared on her face again.
"Exactly." Lana and Rose said at the same time.
"What?" Chloe asked, confused as to their simultaneous response.
"Oh, it doesn't matter. I'll show you guys later, I really do need to finish this report. You guys are so lucky you have English next semester."
"Oh look, I found a couple dozen sporks in my coat! Anyone hungry? I've got some tuna in here too."