A/N: OK, I know that I've been focusing on Rose's side through this story, but I'll be moving onto Martha and Donna soon.

Please review!! :)


'A mother understands what a child does not say.'

Jackie Tyler could be called a lot of things. Pete called her 'Jacks', a sweet, affectionate substitute for the usual names shared between spouses. Rose called her 'Mummy' when she was small, before reverting to 'Mum' when she turned twelve and grew embarrassed of her mother's brassy nature when around Rose's mates. Around the estate, spiteful residents called the blonde many names, often being cruel and unjust.

But the one thing she couldn't be called was a bad mother.

Rose was the most important thing in her life. Jackie had already had Pete taken away from her, she refused to let anyone take her daughter away also.

She remembered holding her beautiful darling girl in her arms after twelve hours of painful labour. She stroked her baby's tiny face with her index finger, tracing the miniature creases delicately. She never wanted to let go.

On the night of Pete's death, she remembered putting Rose to bed. She could barely hold her due to her own sobbing frame. Touching Rose's cheek and inhaling her soft, flowery smell, a tear leaked over her cheek and onto Rose's face. It jerked the baby awake, and she began to moan and squeal. Jackie watched Rose calm down and drift into a gentle snooze. She didn't know

She watched Rose journey through her childhood easily. Their family dynamic came crashing down when Rose met Jimmy Stone, the soul destroying monster of a man. Rose tumbled into love with this mysterious man, and Jackie could only watch from the sidelines.

Rose pledged to her mother that Jimmy would never do anything to hurt her; they were so deep in love that nothing else mattered. Nothing at all.

But six months later, there was a knock at the door. Jackie was glued to 'Loose Women', sipping on a cup of tea and wondering when she was next going to hear from her daughter. It was a lot sooner than she thought.

Rose burst into tears as she crashed through the door, clutching a suitcase and what was left of her dignity. Jackie could only hold her tight and mutter assurances to her, kissing her matted hair and mentally slapping Jimmy Stone. Hard.

Rose didn't divulge in why exactly Jimmy had left heard; but Jackie decided that Rose didn't know the full truth herself. She didn't even want to know the full details, but she could tell that Rose was broken.

It took a few years to heal her completely, and Jackie didn't just have herself to thank. Mickey Smith was a big part of Rose's recovery; he'd taken her back almost instantly.

Jackie got Rose a job at Henricks, and everything was back to normal.

But then she watched Rose get involved with a man. Another mysterious dark stranger that Jackie didn't like. It was the same old story, and in the long run, her daughter was going to get her heart broken.

She watched Rose bob in and out of her life like the flicker of a faulty light bulb. Jackie couldn't tell Rose to stop and settle down; she wasn't a child anymore.

She watched Rose yell at her and Mickey in that cheap chippy down the road.

She watched Rose mourn for her doctor as a new one appeared in his place.

She also watched Rose fall in love with this new version. Even Jackie had to admit, he was very charming. Not that she'd ever tell him that.

Jackie was fiercely loyal to both Rose and the Doctor. It was on that perfectly normal day, when her daughter and this alien visited and interfered with the ghosts when everything changed. Jackie no longer was a bystander. She no longer watched. She was involved in the action. She was Rose Tyler, the Doctor's companion, just for a little while.

But then everything went wrong.

As she stood behind her daughter, clutching the hands of her impossible husband and the man who had become her son, she watched Rose slam her fists against the pale wall, sobbing and screaming protests, crying for her lost love.