A/N: This picks up about two months after Doomsday, but I'm ignoring the Bride and Jack and Martha. Hope you like!
It had been a months since Rose had last seen the Doctor on the beach and although she'd gotten to tell the Doctor how she felt, it didn't seem like enough. This world was just like her own, and yet it was different, like something was wrong; out of place. The absence of the Doctor Rose had put it down to. Her parents were immensely happy; her mum finally live happily ever after, her dad got the family he'd never really had. And as for Mickey, well he was finally getting what he deserved - the proper treatment. The treatment Rose had never given him. Here, he was a hero. An alien researcher at Torchwood, just like her. He had his gran, and her parents had shepherded him in like a son. Somehow, they all seemed to fit. Except for Rose, she was empty. But she was determined. Determined to get back to the one man (well alien) that she'd tear the universe apart for. But, this day was no different from any other and Rose got ready for work as normal. Her colleagues were all somewhat aware of what she'd been through. "…dumped brutally by her last boyfriend…" "…is suffering after effects of the Cyberman invasion…" "Nah, she's been there. The stars. It's affected her," were just a few of the rumours circulating. But nevertheless Rose continued working with a smile, while deep down inside she was dead. Rose Tyler was empty.
"Edwards please bring Miss Tyler and her friend Mr Smith up. I think it's about time we had a chat," Torchwood director Ronald Housing said. He'd know for some time that those two weren't normal. Monitoring employee behaviour was not a normal thing him to do, but this pair had been quite odd. Ronal suspected an affair between the pair and intended to squash it before it endangered anyone. Workplace relationships were a hazard to all, as if may affect one's better judgement. It was one of the primary rules.
"You wanted to see us Mr Housing?" a young female voice said, interrupting Ronald's train of thought.
"Yes I did. Welcome Miss Tyler, Mr Smith. I want to talk to you two about your current relationship status. Your behaviour around each other is peculiar. Some days you'll be hugging. Others, holding hands. I even saw you kiss her forehead Mr Smith. Now, you've been working here for about 2 months. Correct?"
Rose and Mickey both nodded.
"Good, then you'll both know that employee relationships are a forbidden territory here at Torchwood."
"Mr Housing, if you're accusing me and Rose of a relationship, with we're both aware is against the rules, then you've got it wrong," Mickey piped up defensively. He walked right p to Ronald and said, "Rose, she's in a bad place right now. She's fragile. She just lost the love of her life in circumstances that even you, working here wouldn't believe. If I've been a little more 'friendly' towards rose lately, it's because I'm trying to comfort her. Now, if you don't mind Mr Housing, we'll be getting back to our jobs."
He took Rose's hand and led them both out of the office leaving a bewildered Ronal Housing sitting at his desk. Never in his 13 years as director had he been wrong about that sort of matter. And he didn't like it.
IOIOIOIOI"Thankyou. You're a true friend Mickey. I'm sorry about these past two months. It's just I really love him. It's not so easy to let go of that. Sorry," Rose said gratefully to Mickey. She would never have been able to do what he'd just done. Not without breaking down. It was then that Rose felt guilty about the plot she'd been forming in her had for the last two months. She intended to reactivate a void wall in a way that it would take her back to her own realm, and leaving this universe and everyone in it behind. Yes, guilt was exactly what Rose Tyler felt at that moment, and she wished the Doctor were there to make her feel better. To take away the much more foreshadowing feeling: Emptiness.
Chapter one, here it is. Please feed the review monster or I'll unleash the underwear eater again. :P