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She knew. Gwen could tell this 'Rose' meant something to Jack, but she had underestimated just how much. Ever since she had joined Torchwood Jack never really showed his true emotions; like he was trying to hide something. But now, he was falling apart before he very eyes. She left Jack as he was, and went home, thinking of the events that had occurred.

How could she work it out without letting him know? For God's sake she didn't even know what she was looking for!

A few days later, she had tried every nook and cranny of the Torchwood Database. Everything was blocked. Finally she made a decision, and rang an old friend up.

"Yvonne?"

"Gwen! Is that you? Haven't heard from you in ages!"

"Yvonne, could you look something up for me?"

"You're in Special Ops now Gwen, don't you have better resources?"

"Ah but no-one's as resourceful thorough, save you"

"I'm flattered"

"So, could you?"

"Oh all right. Who do you want this time?"

"Rose Tyler"

"I'll see what I can do, but I'm a very busy woman, so you'll have to wait a bit"

"That's fine. Thanks a million Yvonne,"

A few hours later, the call came through

"Gwen?"

"Yvonne! What have you got?"

"Rose Tyler; Born 1987 to a Peter and Jacqueline Tyler. Peter Tyler was run over in 1987. Lived in a council estate, The Powell Estate. Went missing in 2005, for a year. Came back on the same day she went missing one year later. I pulled up her statement for you. In it she says that she was travelling. She was travelling with a man of about forty years, insisting that the relationship was not sexually related when asked."

"Just travelling?"

"She left again soon after the incident, and was only rarely seen and always with a man,"

"What kind of man?"

"For the first year after she returned, it was the forty year old man,"

"And the second year?"

"A young man, early thirties, wearing a brown trench coat,"

"Always wearing it?"

"In every statement made by suspicious neighbours, yes."

"What happened to her?"

"She died at Canary Wharf, so did her mother,"

"At the Battle of Canary Wharf?"

"Their bodies were never found, they're on List Of The Dead."

"How old was she?"

"She was 21."

Too young, she thought, much too young

"Thanks Yvonne, I'll talk to you later,"

"Take care Gwen,"

And with that, the conversation ended. That's why Jack didn't talk about her. She was dead. He probably loved her even more than Estelle, and now she was gone too.

Gwen finally plucked up the courage to reproach Jack once more, She found him sitting in his office.

Gwen took a deep breath

"She's dead,"

" What?" Jack hadn't realised that Gwen was standing over him.

"Rose Tyler, she died,"

"Did she? Jack asked mystically

"What do you mean? The records say that-"

"Whose records?

"The Police"

"Oh I see, you couldn't find anything on the database so you thought you'd give your friends at the police. Thing is, you don't know they're correct. You just assumed that,"

"What else can I assume? Her body, along with her mothers,"

"You're so square! You don't even think about the other options, do you?"

"And what's that then Jack? That she's still alive?"

"That she's safe,"

"What else would it be? All the evidence points to her being dead."

"Don't say that!" He thundered

"There isn't another possible outcome, no other way-"

"There is another way Gwen Cooper, and Nothing, do you hear, NOTHING can take that away from me!" He answered even louder than before

Suddenly, it hit her. A wave of realisation.

"You've met him, haven't you? You've met The Doctor"

"I've met loads of people, why can't you just leave me alone?" He muttered

"Because, Jack, I care. You make the hardest decisions, and you make the right choices. Now tell me, please. What did he look like?" She pleaded gently

Jack submitted himself to Gwen's interrogation. And he realised that he could never get away and hide from her now. He slowly pulled his desk drawer out, and brought out a black art sketchbook, and handed it to Gwen.

She opened up the first page, on it was written;

Property of Captain Jack Harkness,

Former Time Agent, Current traveller in Time and Space

Time and space? He didn't have the heart to write down what he had become. If it really was possible to travel in time and space

Gwen turned the page, and saw a sketch of a 1960's Police Box, she flipped the next page. A smiling young girl of about twenty was gazing out of the sketchbook. It was titled 'Rose'. She was very attractive, and somehow, even in the sketchbook, her eyes seemed to twinkle with mischief. The next page had an elongated column, and at the bottom It appeared to look like a console but littered with odd bits and bobs, a hammer here, a crowbar over there. This sketch was titled 'The Tardis Console'. Another sketch portrayed a frowning man who would be put at forty years of a age, wearing a leather jacket, and an odd looking screwdriver in his hand. This sketch didn't need a title. Because the person already had one.

The book was full of sketches. Sometimes aliens, sometimes people, but always the same two people; The Doctor and Rose Tyler. Sometimes together, sometimes apart. Then she turned the page to a monster. Bulbous creatures with one eye, tentacles, and only hate emanating from the drawing.

The page after portrayed the girl he had so consistently drawn. But she was so very different. The bubbly character, gone. Her eyes had lost their twinkle. In her place stood a dominant being. Ethereal, radiating power.

When she looked up at Jack she received an intense stare

"What is this" Gwen asked, pointing at the drawing

"I dream of it every night when I sleep. If I sleep. It just keeps coming back. I don't know why, and I don't know how"

"For how long?"

"I've lost count. Sometimes I dream of other things. A moment here, a memory there. But this, I don't know if this," He points at the sketch "Is the past, present, or future. My future"

Gwen looked down at the book again. The girls' arms were stretched out at the sides. She noticed lines of writing at the bottom corner of the page.

Everything must come to dust,

All things,

Everything dies.

She traced her finger over the words. Gwen looked back up at him. She smiled softly

"Jack Harkness you are a very mysterious man"

Jack responded with a weak smile

"I know. And like all mysterious me, I need to eat. So I'm gonna go get some pizza."

"You can phone them if you want"

"Nah. I need the fresh air. It'll do me some good"

"Can you get me a medium pineapple and ham?"

"Ok"

He took off. Leaving Gwen with the sketchbook in her hand. She glanced at it once more, and went up to the boardroom to help clear her head.

A few minutes later, Owen entered the boardroom, and appeared by her side.

"You ok?" he asked

"Yeah. It's all just been a bit too much lately; Stressful,"

"Job comes with the territory" he replied

"I know but…"

"Well… You know if you want…"

"What? You stating the fact that I'm lonely?"

"We could be lonely together, sometime…"

"Owen Harper! Are you coming on to me?"

"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies"

All of a sudden, Tosh came running into the boardroom

"Guys, we've got a problem, a big one. Where's Jack?"

"Out to get some pizza" replied Gwen

"Why couldn't Ianto go?"

"He wanted the fresh air"

"It's too late to call him then. Come and check this out. Quick"

They ran downstairs as quickly as could be humanly possible

"There's something coming in on the radar," Tosh was frantically typing at her workstation with Owen and Gwen staring at the screen expectantly.

"It's nothing like I've ever seen"

"Oh Dun dun dun Tosh," replied a very sarcastic Owen

"Yes, BUT those follow a certain pattern. Like access codes, and certain frequencies."

"So what are you saying?" asked a concerned Gwen

"What she's saying is she doesn't know what the hell it is, who sent it and what the hell it's gonna do. For all we know, this thing could decide that all the Tottenham Hotspurs fans all suddenly have this urge to support Arsenal." Owen conveniently gave this answer

"But its FREQUENCY is nothing like I've ever seen. Technically, it shouldn't exist."

"Why do you say that?" Gwen was getting worried now.

"This frequency is implying two dimensions"

"English please Tosh!" Owen voice and tone was slowly but surely rising.

"It's landing!"

"Where?!?" Gwen anxiously questioned

"On the step!" replied Tosh

"On the step!?! Bring it down then!!!" By now Owen was screaming

"I'm working on it!" hollered Tosh agitatedly

"Well work faster then!!!" bellowed Owen

As the step was being brought down, a grinding grating sound rumbled across the Hub. Accompanied by a flashing light, followed by the outline of a small box, just enough to fit a few people. The words 'Police Public Call Box' were repeated across the top of the individual blue box. And was appearing ever so slowly with an air of dramatics.

"Oh my God" Gwen whispered under her breath

Suddenly a very distinct male voice erupted from inside the box. They were greeted by a man wearing a brown pinstripe suit accompanied with a long brown trench coat. He appeared to be arguing with something or someone inside the box. Or possibly in the middle of a ramble.

"CARDIFF! PIT OF THE EARTH!!!"

As he turned round, they were greeted by three words; "Oh bugger me," whilst casting his eyes over the team.

Gwen quickly fumbled for her mobile, and phoned Jack.

"It's him!"

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