Sorry it's been so long to update. Too much work plus I needed to think how to carry on with this story.Enjoy

Rose entered Versailles and was stunned by its beauty. She couldn't imagine how hard it was to design all this. She looked up and could see the chandeliers, hanging majestically from the ceiling, while reflecting the light from the candles below.

Must be a bugger to clean, Rose thought, and stood for a moment looking around at the beauty of the whole place.

She had seen many beautiful things while being with the Doctor but this was one of the things she was most pleased about. The beauty overwhelmed her and she forgot for a moment about her task at hand. She came back down to earth when she saw the Jack look a like sitting in a chair in the corner, looking at nothing in particular and thinking deeply.

Rose noticed how empty the room seemed. There was barely anyone here now, and she assumed that the recent event must have either upset some people or most had gone to bed. She counted how many people were here. 19. For a grand palace it has very few people, she thought. There was still a few around, a woman surrounded by a few of her friends crying and the King and Queen were getting up from their seats, going to bed after an eventful evening. Rose looked at them and thought how beautiful Marie Antoinette actually looked, and how some people can cruel enough to degrade her completely. Rose felt pity for the two, knowing that in a few years the two will be killed by their own mistakes.

Rose walked over to her target. He didn't notice her at first but when he did, he looked a bit shocked. Up close, Rose could now see that the resemblance is a little more than a trick of the light. There were similarities, but this person had freckles while Jack did not. The eyes gave this one away as well. His eyes were a bright blue which was a prominent feature of this person, while Jack's eyes were not as bright as this one.

"Did you know him?" Rose asked.

"Who?" Jack look a like replied.

"The person who was murdered." Rose asked again and pulled up a chair.

"No. I didn't. Marie did. What's your name?" The look a like replied. She looked familiar to him, but he could not quite place her.

"Rose. Rose Tyler." Rose replied.

"Jack," he said and held out his hand, "Jack Harkness."

Rose stopped at this and looked him directly in the eyes. She paused for a moment and took his hand. It was his left. He didn't resist and she knew it. She did this tactic when she first met Mickey. She slowly stroked his hand. She looked him directly in the eyes and again and quickly rolled up his sleeve to reveal a bright yellow band across his wrist. He withdrew his hand quickly and rolled his sleeve back down.

"Now, what would an 18th century French man, be doing with a Lance Armstrong wrist band?" Rose said inquisitively.

"You had no right to do that, and I don't know what you're talking about." Jack look a like replied and added, "You are obviously not meant to be here. From when are you?"

It took Rose a few seconds to realise what he was saying.

"2005. You, on the other hand, are not meant to be here either." Rose said and looked at him again. He has a better face structure than Jack, Rose thought, and could feel herself being attracted to him.

"2005 also. I think you are not meant to be here either?" He said.

"I'm travelling with the Doctor. He has a time machine. How did you get here?" Rose asked.

"I'm not at liberty to say." He said and looked at Rose. He thought she was very beautiful.

"Let me guess. Three chances ok?" Rose said and watched the Jack look a like nod his head slowly.

"One. The time agency." Rose said and looked at how white Jack had gone.

"How the hell did you get that?" He asked and was shaking a bit.

"I haven't finished guessing yet. Two. Those two girls I saw you talking to. They're from the agency as well. Am I right?" Rose asked and looked triumphant. She was solving the mystery of these people anyway. Jack slowly nodded his head again and looked very uncomfortable.

"Finally, you are not Jack Harkness. You were never Jack Harkness and never will be Jack Harkness. You are a con." Rose said and this seemed to have done the trick. He was stunned for words.

"How did you get all that right?" He asked and his face was still white.

"Simple really, when you told me your name. You look like Jack which is probably how you got away with it." Rose said.

"You knew Jack?" Jack said.

"He travelled with me and the Doctor for a while, but I'm sorry to say he died. Now tell me your real name." Rose said and got herself more comfortable.

"Charlie. My real name is Charlie Williams. Keep it to yourself. Gabrielle cannot know. She is so caught up in the mission that she would eliminate any threat." Charlie said.

"Even murder?" Rose asked and Charlie could see where this conversation was heading to.

"I don't know. I didn't see her that much in the party. She must not know my real identity. It goes against the entire agency that I am here. If they found out I'm not who I say I am, then we're all done for." Charlie said but Rose wasn't paying attention.

"What mission?" Rose asked ignoring what Charlie had just said.

"I can't say. It's top secret." Charlie said quickly, hoping Rose wouldn't carry on with this topic.

"One way or another I am going to find out." Rose said. "You might as well tell me."

Charlie looked at Rose. He didn't want to tell her but he had a feeling that what she was saying was true.

"Marie, Gabrielle and I, well Jack anyway, was sent back to this time to discover more about what started the French Revolution. We do a report every month and in exactly one month time the three estates will meet up and eventually lead to the Tennis Court Oath." Charlie said and did not look directly at Rose.

"There's something you're not telling me. I'll get it out of you in the end." Rose said and gave a little laugh. Realisation dawned on Charlie.

"Now I know you. I remember your picture in the paper and on Crimewatch! You went missing in March or something like that." Charlie said and smiled. He did know her after all.

Rose looked a little lost.

"Oh yes. That was mum. I can't blame her though. I did leave without a word to anyone." Rose said and smiled back at Charlie.

"It's so nice having someone from my own time to talk to." Charlie said and stroked Rose's hair. Rose pulled away and Charlie looked disappointed.

"It's late. I think I'll go to bed. See you around." Charlie said and got up and left for his room.

As he left, he could not stop thinking about Rose but a bits of a song he had heard before kept popping up in his mind.

I want to hold you but I better not touch. POISON.

His mind kept playing back to his ex-girlfriend Tina, who broke his heart.