Reviews make me so happy I sing. Of course, my favourite song right now is Who Knew, by Pink, which is not really appropriate. Other than that, all that pops into my head is You Make me Sing by Kasey Chambers, who is infinitely less famous than pink. Neither song is particularly appropriate to writing fanfics and getting reviews- I don't think I ever have heard a song that might be. :)
Its funny how disappointment works. I'm only writing this story now because I was gonna go out with a friend and was disappointed yet again. I don't know why I always hope for something more, I should just reign myself to the fact that no one's ever gonna keep a promise to me. Stupid universe again, but this time the stupid universe makes everything all right with my story. By the way, I found my notes for the last chapter. Just a little bit too late.

It was a week before Sim got to confront Rose once again. Rose was doing a good job of avoiding her pain-in-the-neck co worker at Torchwood until she was forced to stay back late to do some filing. Sim stood in the doorway, watching her finish her work silently, making Rose feel uncomfortable. She wanted to scream at him to leave, but knew that course of action would not resolve anything at all.

"There's something wrong with you." Sim called out to her from his place in the doorway. Rose was sick of his annoying voice, and resolved she wasn't going to be nice.

"Oh really?" Rose asked him sarcastically. "That's very observant of you. What gave it away? Was it me saying things that don't make sense, everyone staring or the fact that I see someone who's not there." Rose only realised what she had said after Sim replied. He walked up to her and Rose saw the look of pity on his face.

"You see people who aren't there?" He asked. Rose looked at him, horrified that she had just let out her deepest, darkest secret. She sighed, she may as well tell him, she wasn't planning on being his friend, after all, so what did it matter what she told him so long as he would leave her alone.

"Not people." She pointed out. "One person."

"And what's his name?" Sim enquired curiously.

"It doesn't matter." Rose snapped at him. She didn't like this game of leaving herself exposed, but for some reason couldn't help but pour her heart out.

"It does. Now I'm intrigued. Who is this imaginary friend of yours?" Rose didn't like his patronising tone, but continued anyway.

"He's not imaginary. He's someone I used to know." Rose felt the tears welling up in her eyes. She hadn't talked about The Doctor since Bad Wolf Bay, and it didn't hurt any less now than it had all those years ago.

"Oh." Sim said sympathetically, his tone softening as he looked into her eyes.

"Just… just leave me alone." Rose said, turning so that she could let the tears drip from her eyes. Sim grabbed her arm and turned her to face him, wiping a tear from her cheek.

"I'm sorry." He told her. "Is it someone you lost?"

"No." Rose whispered. "It's someone who lost me." While Sim stood there looking confused, Rose pulled her arm out of his grasp. "And it's not something I want to talk about." She said slightly louder. With that comment, she escaped the room, noting that Sim had not tried to follow her. She was grateful because she just wanted somewhere to cry the tears that had been waiting for so long to come out. She hadn't cried for The Doctor since the first day she had seen him, as if her heart didn't accept that he still wasn't with her.

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"You don't exist." Rose had been surprised to find Sim on her doorstep, but she was even more surprised by the words that came out of his mouth in the first moment he had seen her. No hello, just those words. "How are you here?" He asked her. Rose looked at him as if he was the crazy one, but knew that he'd found out something, and she wanted to know what. She moved aside so that Sim could enter her flat. She turned her back on him to walk to the kitchen

"Do you want a cup of tea?" She asked as she heard him enter and close the door behind him. "This might take a while."

"Yeah." Sim said, sounding a bit dazed. "How did you-"

"Wait." Rose cut him off pleadingly. "Wait and maybe I'll answer some questions for you. Go and sit down."

Rose had the tea ready in no time, and she handed one to Sim as she sat in the chair opposite him. In that fleeting moment, Rose wondered why she even had two chairs. Mickey was her only visitor, and when he came, it was just a couple of minute check-up for her mother because she couldn't bear to come see her daughter herself. She pushed the reflection aside and looked at Sim thoughtfully. He, in turn, seemed to be deep in thought, staring down at her blue carpet with too much interest.

"What did you find out?" Rose sighed, finally breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"You… you're Pete Tyler's daughter."

"Yes. We've already established that." Rose felt a pang of sympathy as whatever he had found out seemed to be driving him crazy. "Is there something wrong with that?" She prompted. Sim looked up at her sharply, a hard expression on his face.

"I know everything about Pete Tyler. I knew there was something strange about your name when I first met you. Pete Tyler doesn't have a daughter."

"Yes he does. He has two." Rose pointed out, wondering where this was going. Pete had made sure to make a fake birth certificate for her when she entered this world, and who could forget her innocent little sister who had been the reason she was forced to leave her home in the first place.

"When I was younger…" Sim trailed off, looking into Rose's eyes. "Twenty years ago, Pete Tyler did not have any children. I thought so, and I looked it up in the old newspaper archives. Pete and Jackie Tyler had no children to share their fortune with." He said, pain etching his features as if he was trying to hard to think. "So then how are you here?" Rose opened her mouth to say something, but never got the chance as Sim continued. "And your mother, Jackie Tyler, she died in the Cybus industries incident three years ago, so your little sister can't exist, either." He held his head in his hands. "Maybe you're not the crazy one, Rose Tyler. There was nothing you said yesterday that sounded crazy to me. I must be mad, because I can remember things that never happened. In my memory, Jackie, your mother, died, and Pete was left with no one because he didn't have any children, either."

"Uhh…" Rose was at a loss at what to say to this. When Mickey had gone around changing the records on everything, they had not counted on either newspaper archives (didn't everyone use the earpieces to download news back then?) or people's memories. She sat in an uncomfortable silence, Sim looking intently at the floor once again, and Rose trying to think of anything to say to make it better. There was only one phrase that came to mind.

"You're right." She told him. Sim looked up at her again. "I can't exist." She admitted to him. "At least not in this world… but if I told you, you'd never believe me."

"Try me." Sim said softly. "I can believe an awful lot."

"Do you believe in alternate universes?" She asked him.

"No."

"Then you won't believe my story." Rose told him. "I am from an alternate universe. I was trapped here by mistake and I stayed with Pete Tyler."

"Why? He never seemed like the kind of man to take in strangers. I met him once."

"Because of my mother. My mother is Jackie Tyler."

"But… but… I don't understand."

"I was the daughter of Pete and Jackie Tyler in my own universe, and when his Jackie died… my Mum filled the gap."

"So that's how she's still alive." Sim commented, looking up at the ceiling.

"You believe me?" Rose asked. "You don't just think I'm insane?"

"Well, at this point, I don't have any other choice than to believe you. It's the only thing that makes sense. I don't think any of it sounds crazy at all. Who told you that you were insane?" He asked. Rose gave a wobbly kind of smile.

"I don't need anybody to tell me." She said. "I blurt out things I don't mean to and speak gibberish without knowing that I've said anything at all."

"How do you know that you do it, then?" He asked.

"I record myself. I record my conversations with people and the times I sit on my own in silence. Then there's him."

"Him? The one who lost you, right? It's making more sense. Someone who you left behind. Was it a brother? A husband?"

"No, nothing like that. He was just… The Doctor." She choked out the last two words, and Sim looked distressed. He moved over to the armrest of her chair and put his arms around her. He didn't seem to know what to say, and Rose was grateful that he said nothing at all. She couldn't stand another 'it's going to be okay' line, because it was never going to be okay ever again.

"Thanks for sharing this with me." Sim mumbled as he held her close to him. "I have the feeling that you just keep all of that bottled up inside you, right?" Rose nodded in reply and stayed silent. "You can cry if you want." Sim comforted her. "He must have been a great man."

Woo hoo! My longest chapter yet. I know it's probably not long enough for all of you guys. I could continue, but it wouldn't seem right… I don't know… I just can't write a really long chapter. I was looking at the live preview of my last chapter, and it didn't turn out looking like I wanted it to, so I'm going to have to re-post it. Strange weirdness! I even went into the edit chapter to make my changes!
Well, about Kasey Chambers: I recommend that any aussie have a listen to her new album. It's my favourite album right now. :)
Hope you enjoyed reading this chapter.
Mikkifavo

By the way, breaking up paragraphs is probably the most annoying thing in the world on this site. I can't find anything that looks right, so i'm using o's. :)