"I thought you were dead!" Castiel yelled, a look of incredible hurt flickering across his face.

"Not dead," she whispered, still speaking in Enochian. "Just fallen."

"Why?" He asked. "Why did you go without telling me, or someone else?"

"Because I disobeyed," She said. "Because I saved someone I shouldn't have. And rather than being killed, or cast down with Lucifer, I fell."

"I thought you died," He whispered again. "I thought you died. I couldn't- not after Gabriel-" He stopped, looking away. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I couldn't," She said. "I would've if I could, but they were coming too fast, and I had to fake my death."

He reached out with his wings, brushing his feathers over her shoulder. "Don't do it again. Please, don't do that again."

She smiled. "I'll try." She reached around and hugged him, throwing her arms around his shoulders and enveloping him in her wings. He was stiff at first, before he melted into her embrace. "I missed you, Rahmiel."

"I missed you too, Castiel."

Suddenly, she grinned. "Race you to Cardiff." She spread her wings, no longer afraid of who would see, and flew, somersaulting and diving and spinning around her sibling, feathers glinting in the sunrise.

They landed in the hub, startling the two occupants in there. She turned to her sibling, smiling. "Thank you, Castiel," She said, and he smiled, and flew off, back to his search for their father. She turned to the two people, who had guns focused on her and smiled.

"Hello," She said, waving slightly. "Is Jack here?"

"Who are you?" The woman asked, her strong welsh accent filling the room.

"You're… Gwen, right?" She said, vaguely remembering the companion Skype call two years ago. "I'm Rose, Rose Tyler. We met…briefly, around two years ago. The Daleks?"

The woman's eyes widened in recognition. "Oh! You were with the Doctor, right? You asked about my family."

"Yes," She nodded. "Is Jack around here?"

"Rosie?" Jack's voice came from behind her, and she spun, grinning.

"Jack!" She cried, and threw her arms around him. "How are you?"

"Y'know, okay." He grinned. "Died a couple of times."

"Surprise, surprise," She laughed. Her face fell suddenly. "I'm sorry."

"What for?" Jack asked.

"Making you immortal," Rose said. "I'm so sorry."

"Why?" Jack said. "It's come in handy."

"But still," She whispered. "I'm sorry."

Jack hugged her again. "It's okay."

She pulled away suddenly, remembering why she was there. "Can I borrow your Vortex Manipulator?" She asked.

"Sure," Jack said, confused. "Why?"

"Because I'm looking for the Doctor, and I would like to look in time zones other than this one."

"Okay," Jack said. "Come to my office, and you can tell me everything."

She told him everything. She broke down when she talked about the Metacrisis, and how he'd died in her arms, and Jack had hugged her, whispering a soft "I'm sorry," into her hair.

Then she told him about the angels, and his eyes had widened. "You're an angel? God, Rosie, I always knew that, but now you mean… literally?"

She smiled sadly. "Most Angels aren't like me," She said. "Most of them are the greatest Douchebags you will ever meet, and will smite you where you stand."

He smirked. "Probably won't hurt me."

She raised an eyebrow. "True."

"And the Winchesters… they're the good guys? You're working with them?"

She nodded. "I… Bad Wolf told me where I needed to be, so I went."

"Oh, Rosie," He said, hugging her again. "If you ever need help from an Immortal man, just call me." He opened a drawer, pulling out a watch-like gadget, pressing it into her hands. "Don't scratch it. I may need it."

She smiled. "I will take utmost care of you Vortex Manipulator." She strapped it to her wrist, setting the controls to random. Before she hit the button to transport her, Jack grabbed her wrist.

"Take care of yourself, Rosie."

She smiled, and hit the button, disappearing with a pop.

She landed in what looked like a prison. The walls were grey, solid concrete with security cameras lining the walls. Fifty-first century, Bad Wolf said. Stormcage. The greatest prison in the universe.

The corridor was suspiciously empty. No guards, no cells. High-security prisoner, maybe? But the lack of guards sort of disproved that. She walked down the corridor, one of the Winchester's guns in her hand.

"I like your wings," A voice said, and she spun. She was met with a woman, with a mop of curly blonde hair, kind green eyes and a bright, casual smile.

"Thank you," Rose said, confused. "You shouldn't be able to see them."

The Woman smiled. "I'm not your average person. What planet are you from?"

"Earth," She said. "Or Sol III, whatever you call it in this part of the galaxy."

The woman frowned. "You're not from earth. There is no-one on earth with invisible wings, nor so many timelines surrounding them."

Timelines. This woman could see timelines. Rose looked, not at the woman's vessel but her soul, and gasped. "How are you part Time Lord? The Time Lords are dead," She snapped, narrowing her eyes at the woman.

"How do you know I'm part Time Lord?" The woman snapped back.

"I can see your soul," Rose said. "Tell me how you escaped the Time War."

"Oh, sweetie," The woman said, grinning. "I was never in the Time War."

"No," Rose argued. "All Time Lords died in the Time War, except-"

"-The Doctor." The woman finished.

"You know him?" Rose asked.

"Oh, do I know that man," the woman said fondly. "I'm his wife."

Rose stumbled back, turning and flying away, to another part of the prison.

"No," She whispered. "No. Not possible." She slid down the cold concrete wall, head in her hands, wings wrapped around herself. She knew he would've moved on, but it still came as a shock. She thought she felt a tear, but she didn't know. She didn't care.

She heard the TARDIS echoing through the prison, and flew back, falling out of that Dimension as to watch.

The TARDIS was the same, beautiful bright blue towering over the rest of the prison. The TARDIS welcomed her back, her soul brushing against her wings in greeting and joy.

Hello, sister, she whispered in the TARDIS's consciousness.

A man poked his head out of the TARDIS doors, his mousy brown hair flopping over his bright green eyes. His cheekbones were high, and he wore a red bowtie around his neck. He was still beautiful, Rose thought. Still manic and ecstatically happy on the outside, and still impossibly sad on the inside. Rose watched as the woman's face lit up, and she smiled sadly.

"River!" He cried, pointing a green-tipped screwdriver at the cell, and it sparked and unlocked. The woman – River – Stood up, sliding a blaster into a holster on her thigh, and a Vortex Manipulator – Was that Jacks? – Onto her wrist.

"Hello, Sweetie," she said, and walked up and pecked him on the lips. "Where to today?"

"Well," He said, smiling and pondering for a moment. "How does the ruby waterfalls of K'halu Ren, followed by lunch with Queen Anne sound?"

"Will there be a stop-off in the markets of Moanada for Ice-cream?" She asked, and he grinned.

"Definitely." River smiled, and walked into the TARDIS, the Doctor's hand in hers, and Rose watched, a tear streaming down her face, as it slowly dematerialised.

She punched in the co-ordinates for twenty-first century earth, America, into Jack's Vortex manipulator, and disappeared.

First things first.

THIS IS NOT A RIVER-BASHING FIC. River is awesome in every shape and form, and anyone who says the Doctor isn't in love with her is lying to themselves. The Doctor loves all his companions, that's why it's so much harder when they leave, or die, etc. However, Rose is a bit resentful.

Also, more Jack later (Hopefully).

Tell me what you think! Reviews are gold.