Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, apart from Yvette and the Deppalike, although Yvette was drawn upon from Yvonne. So I guess she's only half mine. The BBC owns all/most others, which is unfortunate, since if I did own 'em, Rose would find the Doctor, be whisked away and...well...you know what I'm thinking. Ooh. I own the tweezers though.

Replies: Once again, thanks to all who reviewed...I really wasn't thinking to have this many on the first day of writing! I'm glad this is going down well – I've only really written PotterFic before and needed a change...and WhoFic appears to be my latest obsession. It's rather more satisfying to write. Anyway.

To Miko: We all like angst, don't we? I do have a problem with going compleeeetely over the top for a very long story...nobody wants to read every chapter of people crying and screaming and dying – unless that's the point of the story. But our Rose is strong and luffly. You want to know who ZH is? Well, you'll just have to WAIT. :P

Alexia...ooh indeed! Well, I couldn't resist, and I'm on summer hols now so I haff lots of spare time to write things! Glad you like it, and I shall keep going!

Saimhe: Aye, well, if you couldn't wait before, then hopefully I've managed to get you desperate to read the next bit. Hopefully.

Meryet: I'm afraid I can't give anything away (much as I long to tell you who he/she/it is) but I will be working on further chapters today, and might well update twice again.

Jessa, I know! Poor old Deppalike. Still, he wasn't as yummy as Johnny, and...everyone gets rejected. Rose is still hurting, poor little thing, and she's not over the Doctor; it's just a crush...and she can't really ever see herself (and nor can I) loving another. Not even Mickey. But then...I've never been desperately keen on Mickey, as you may well be picking up.

So! To all, read and enjoy, and I've made this section far too long. Still, I enjoy writing this bit. :)

A/N: Ooh, well. I'm sorry. Firstly, I'm very very sorry. I've set the whole chapter up to be a suspenseful chapter, as you'll be fully aware when you read it. It's ghastly of me, but it's necessary. Maybe. The story will get moving in a bit, I just wanted to get one of these in at the opportune moment. :)

Dedication: I dedicate this to Sophie, my almost-little-sister, as it's her Birthday today, and because she doesn't watch Doctor Who...which means that the Doctor is all MINE! And because she's fab.

Moving On

Yvette's Announcement

"Would all members of staff please report to Reception immediately. Would all members of staff please report to Reception immediately. Would all members of staff please report to Reception immediately."

"Alright, alright!" Rose muttered as the loud voice boomed through the laboratory she was working in and, presumably, she thought, through the rest of the Torchwood building. "Why you had to disturb us now, I have no idea."

Gently, she put down the tweezers which were designed to have an impossibly high melting point, as well as slipping the radioactive chemicals which she had been handling into one of the thick metal jars and placing the lid hurriedly on top, before dropping her white coat and running out of the lab at top speed, slamming the door behind her. The materials on the workbench jolted with the force of the sudden wind which had rushed through the room, and one or two jars and test-tubes were upset on the worktop.

Meanwhile, Rose was walking down the stairs which led to Reception, wondering what on Earth – or at least, the parallel one – could have caused the sudden announcement. It had to be something serious – after all, Torchwood couldn't just stop work every time something interesting happened. She was vaguely aware of footsteps behind her and turned to see Mickey hurrying down with a large gun in his hands.

"What's that for? Are we being attacked?"

"I dunno," Mickey replied solemnly, "But if we are, I wanna be prepared."

Rose shrugged and rolled her eyes. "Mickey, they're not going to like it..." she mumbled, and continued her descent.

Down in Reception, a large group of people were gathering. Torchwood was a large place, and all those who were in the building had been summoned. All of those outside had received a separate announcement through their earpieces, and had all gathered at the bottom of the steps. A shield had been placed around the building, so that the public just walked by without feeling that they had to join the crowd who were obviously expecting something to happen.

Rose nodded at Depp-Receptionist as she passed, hoping that she hadn't hurt his feelings too much earlier, and he nodded back but refused to meet her eyes. She bit her lip rather worriedly but decided that this wasn't the time to worry about that. Something else was happening; something huge.

The whole building began to shake slightly as something outside lowered itself onto the steps, and upstairs, the laboratory began to fill itself with fumes. The crowd that was gathering downstairs had begun to mutter among themselves, and the current boss of Torchwood had appeared and was now standing in front of the desk with a microphone in her hand.

Rose stepped forwards to attempt to get a better look, and was jostled by the crowd until she was at the front. Guiltily, she shrank back a little, wondering how Mickey would be taking this, but that didn't seem possible with her boss on the prowl.

"Rose!" Yvette (Yvonne's alter-self) exclaimed, pulling Rose into the middle of the circle and waving her arms dramatically. "We all know of Rose Tyler...everybody, a round of applause while we're waiting."

The entire room started clapping, and the noise was immense. Rose reddened and started to protest. "I...hang on, isn't this an emergency? What's going on? What do I-"

"Patience, my dear," Yvette whispered through gritted teeth, before turning on the microphone once more. "Now, since we all know what is happening-" ("I don't!" squeaked Rose) "- We know that our darling Rose is being visited by this wonderful creature."

"Creature? Visited?" Rose replied, blanching. "If this has to do with my visitor...he's...she's...it's...early!"

Yvette rolled her eyes and the arm settled around Rose's shoulders tightened to ensure that she could not escape. The building had begun to shake once more, and soon the entire workforce of Torchwood had turned to stare upwards through the open doors at the sky ahead. A large spaceship, flashy, with plenty of colours and sparkling lights, had appeared in the distance, and was zooming towards Torchwood with high acceleration. Rose could see by the fuzzy blue outlines that the ship was being shielded from the public, although, she presumed, on a dark night, those flashing lights would be seen through the shield – and would probably spark thousands of UFO reports.

The spaceship was closer now, and the crowd drew back from the door. Everybody seemed to be holding their breath as the ship zoomed through the front doors and came to a screeching rest on the polished floor. Rose wrinkled her nose at the slight smell of oil which had accompanied this entrance, but nobody else seemed to have noticed. All eyes were transfixed on the door which was now sliding very slowly open. There was a light behind the door, with the result that when somebody did appear, only a silhouette could be seen.

However...it was an unmistakeable silhouette, and Rose almost called out in shock.

Yvette smiled. "Ladies and Gentlemen, fellow colleagues, friends, and general workforce. Please welcome..."

The microphone cut out.