Author's Note: It's weird to think that I have two series. Meeting Eleven from Rose's point of view.
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Rose had landed here about a month ago and knew that today she was going to leave, finally! This stupid thing was supposed to take her to the Doctor, any Doctor. And because she couldn't tell Torchwood that she was from the future (sort of) and she had been forced to use their tech. It was dangerous and stupid for anyone else but her to use. Though this last month had seen her jumper transform into something that resembled a Time Agent's wrist vortex manipulator. Well maybe because she had used hers that she had gotten when she had graduated from this world's Academy.
Being a Time Agent for thirty years had been an eye opener to what Jack's life might have been and it wasn't exactly pretty. To avoid getting her vortex manipulator taken from her if she retired, she had faked her own death, and it hadn't been hard. Her body could take a lot of damage and so she made it believable. The trick had been to figure out a way to make it too hard for them to recover her body.
She had eventually decided on a very public slow dissolve into light particles. Sometime Bad Wolf was so useful. Unfortunately, all it really was was a light show, but it had worked. The down side had been was that it had landed her in a coma for three months on some back water planet that Rose never found out the name of.
Then it had be a short hope home twelve hours after she had run away, and it really had been twelve hours not twelve months. She couldn't wait to brag to the Doctor. Luckily, she had been living in her own flat at the time so no one had missed her. Hell, she hadn't even missed a day at work at Torchwood. She had always wondered why no one had looked for her.
It hadn't taken long to get entrenched in this project and she had missed Mickey terribly. But she was having a hard time being the Rose that they remembered. She couldn't use all her knowledge that she had accumulated over several hundred years, a little over three hundred. She had so many PhDs she had lost count.
So, yes, she was dealing with crap technology but was coping. Unfortunately, she was stuck coping in 2006 for a month in Cardiff, in her old universe, her proper one. It still felt wonderful. The unfortunately part was avoiding local Torchwood, (who where these idiots?), and hoping that she didn't run into her Doctor when they were still traveling together. She was pretty sure that they hadn't come back here after he regenerated, but it had been a long time and most pit stops had been unremarkable. Just groceries and petrol, metaphorically speaking.
To keep out of the underground Alien community she had started to work at a florist shop. A Rose selling flowers, the owners had eaten it right up along with a down on her luck story. She wasn't dead yet so she had gotten copies of all her legal documentation and had gotten a small flat.
And now here she was standing outside the shop after just quitting and there he was. Oh, he had regenerated again or maybe this was one from before her travels with Nine, but she knew the Doctor when she saw him. The sonic screwdriver was a dead giveaway.
When he started at seeing her she knew it was after her time. So New, New, New Doctor hmm… what to do? By now she knew that she couldn't speak to him, she would be too tempted to ask where she was. As long as he didn't tell her anything she could be getting milk for all she knew. And if she wasn't with him, as long as she didn't know she could still change it.
But what could she do to actually communicate with him without talking? What would he understand without being obvious?
The smell of roses wafted over to her.
Direct eye contact froze him in his path and Rose hoped that she had enough time to get what she needed before he bolted. She hurried inside and dashed to the manager.
"Carol, do you mind if I take one flower with me before I leave?"
"Not at all, just be sure you visit us every once in a while," came the reply.
With a quick thanks Rose dashed over to the flower she had in mind. She had once gotten stuck in the mid 1800's for a week and one of the things that she had to learn, oddly enough, was the meaning of flowers colors and arrangements. It had been boring and pointless and isn't that exactly what sticks into your mind, not quantum mechanics which had taken years of intense study.
He was still on the other side of the street when she dashed out the door. After looking for cars she practically hopped over to him in excitement, hiding the flower carefully. Before he could open his mouth to say anything Rose swooped in and kissed him lightly on the mouth. It had the desired effect.
He was so flustered that he was even waving his hands about in small fluttery motions as if he didn't know what to do with them. That was fine as long as he didn't get them in her way.
Quickly she put the flower through his button hole and paused to take him in. Pretty green eyes, not bad hair, a bit younger she could get used to the new look. Plus, it was cute that he was blushing.
She gave him one last smile before she was yanked back into Pete's world.
Author's Note: Woot! Two updates in one night!
