Rose flopped down on the sofa. It was nearly midnight, but she couldn't sleep. She felt restless, probably because she'd been bored out of her mind for nearly a week. Usually there was something to occupy her time. An invasion, aliens hiding on Earth, tech gathering, or some other kind of mission, but everything had been quiet all week. That was good, at least, that's what she told herself. It meant everyone was safe, but it was boring as hell. There were old cases littering her living room, but she was hoping for something with a bit more action, though if it came down to it she would go over the cases.

Her mobile rang and she nearly fell off the sofa as she scrambled for it. She glanced at the caller ID. Pete. Her first instinct was that something was wrong with either her mum or Tony. She hit the talk button, lifting it to her ear.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I need you down here," he replied in his Director of Torchwood voice.

There was something going on and whatever that was had to do with Torchwood. She smiled.

"I'm on my way. Just have to change."

"Civilian clothes," Pete said and then hung up before she could question him.

He reread the information Mycroft sent ahead. He knew it wasn't everything the man had on his brother, but the name alone had been enough. Sherlock Holmes. He thought it was a coincidence, that or the man's parents had been a bit…odd, but some of the cases Sherlock solved were too similar to the stories. The details were different, but that could account for the time span, since the stories place well over a hundred years ago and this Sherlock Holmes existed in the here and now.

How the man could exist at all Pete couldn't say. Maybe Rose would have a theory. Either way when Mycroft said his brother was a genius Pete thought he was being pompous again, but now he knew the truth. There was only one person Mr. Tyler knew of who could handle an eccentric genius and that was his daughter.

Creating a background for the man was going to take some creative thinking, which was why he wanted Rose there tonight. Plus he knew she'd be up. She didn't sleep well during the dry periods when nothing was going wrong. She dealt much better with chaos.

Twenty minutes later Rose walked into his office dressed in a blue jumper, jeans, and her trainers.

"Have a look at this," Pete said, indicating the monitor.

She walked around the desk and read over the file.

"This is a joke, yeah?" she asked, glancing at her dad.

He had to be joking. Sherlock Holmes? Her dad had been known to pull some pranks, but bringing her down there in the middle of the night with the hope of some situation was just mean.

"No, joke, luv. It's him."

"No, but…" she glanced at the name on the file. "…it can't be. He's a character in a story."

"I was hoping you'd have some theory."

"Car accident?"

"Sorry?"

"I was in a car accident and right now I'm in hospital and this is a dream or a coma. Do you have dreams when you're in a coma?" she asked, grinning.

He returned her smile.

"Funny. So?"

She read through a bit of the file.

"It's really him," she replied, crouching down so she was in a more comfortable position. "Some of the details are different, but it's him."

"And you're theory?"

"No idea."

"Come on, Rose. You did all that traveling with the Doctor. You must have some idea."

"This came from the other side of The Bridge, yeah? The bloke you've been working with?"

Rose and Jake were the only two people at Torchwood who knew about Mycroft and the bridge. They never spoke to the man, but they knew Pete dealt with him.

"Mycroft Holmes."

Rose slapped her forehead.

"Of course, why didn't I realize before."

"Sorry?"

"Mycroft is Sherlock's brother in the stories too."

"So, how can they be real?"

"The Doctor said there are loads of parallels. Maybe theirs is really distant."

"Would that make a difference?"

"I don't know." She shrugged, grinning. "It sounded good." She stood up. "Doesn't really matter how it's possible because obviously it is. So, why do you have this anyway?"

"I need you to help me create a background for him."

"Why?"

"Because he'll be crossing The Bridge tomorrow night."

"Sherlock Holmes is coming here?" she asked, unable to hide the excitement she felt.

"Seems he got himself into a bind helping out a friend, not that I have any experience with family doing that sort of thing." He eyed her and she gave him a sheepish grin. "Normally I'd change his name, but I doubt he's going to be up for that, especially if he's anything like his brother. He'll need looking after while he adjusts and there's only one person I know of with experience handling moody geniuses."

"All mum does is try setting me up on dates with blokes and you want me to share a flat with one?" she asked, smiling.

"You know that's not what I mean, Rose," he replied, eyeing her, but her remark seemed to be changing his mind about the whole idea.

She had to put a stop to that or he'd probably keep her as far from Sherlock as he could and a real life fictional character was the most interesting thing she'd been offered since she helped stop the reality bomb.

"Dad, you know I'm not interested in anyone right now and I've watched enough telly adaptations to know that Sherlock isn't the sort to be interested in that sort of thing. And you're right, I've got experience handling moody geniuses."

He still seemed skeptical, but he finally nodded. She beamed, throwing her arms around his neck and in the next moment he was smiling. She knew her mum would slap him when she found out, but Rose decided not to add that little detail.

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