Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Doctor Who.
Megan's POV
"Megan, I can't let you do this alone," Ryan said, worriedly.
"Ryan, I know what I'm doing"
"Megan how can you possibly know what you're doing?" Ryan snapped.
"Ryan? Don't yell at me" I said. My tone was dark. "I know something's up. This isn't some simple little domestic between my parents this time Ryan, its something bigger"
Ryan saw the look on my face and didn't argue back. "Fine"
"I'm sorry Ryan. But I will be back. Just as soon as I find my mum" I leaned in to give him a hug. He grabbed my face and kissed me soundly on the lips. Oh. My. God. Then he ran back to his house and shut the door. I had just kissed by best friend. And it was nice.
Rose's POV
My Doctor,
I need to see him. Need to talk to him. I need to get my head sorted out. Those were the thoughts running through my head as I pressed that giant yellow button I had come to hate over these past years. As I leave behind my whole life, for him. Again. My daughter and son. And you. The one that has stuck by me through thick and thin held my hand when I was giving birth to your children. Held back my hair when I was sick. Made love to me and whispered those three little words into my ear. Those were the things he never could do.
And yet here I am. Returning again. Always returning. But this time its different. This time I'm not returning to get my life back, because I have a life. With you and our wonderful children. I'm returning because I need him to fix me.
At this point you're probably wondering what I'm talking about. This morning, when I confronted you, I wasn't talking about our daughter. Out daughter, Megan, the Time Lady. I knew about that. Did you really think I didn't? Deep down, I had always known. I just didn't want to acknowledge it, just as I think you didn't. You didn't want to tell me that our daughter would outlive us, her brother, our whole family and everybody she ever meets. The curse of the Time Lords. Just another thing she inherited from you. And I don't blame you.
But that isn't why I'm returning, no. I can't tell you right now because it would break you. After everything we've been through I just need you to trust me. I will tell you everything when I come back to you. Because I will come back. You once said, if you believe in anything, you believe in me. Hold on to that faith a little longer.
Your loving wife,
Rose.
I rested my small note against the canon and held my breath. With a small tear, I pressed the button. A flash of light, and I was gone.
Megan's POV
Torchwood. Outside the government, beyond the police. Canary Warf, to anybody that didn't know better. I wish I didn't. I couldn't just walk through the door. If my dad had told me not to look for my mum, then they would to. I had to find another way.
I snuck round to the back of the building. There were a few doors there. I tried the handles. Locked. Luckily for me, my dad taught me how to pick locks when I was three. "To get out of sticky situations" he had proclaimed proudly. I had his own Screwdriver though, he called it sonic. He could have made me one. I took out a hairpin and wiggled it about in the lock. It sprang open. Thank you dad.
Yes! The door had led me to a corridor not far away from my mum's office. I started tiptoeing down the corridor. Until I heard footsteps. I ran behind the nearest pillar.
"Any news on Rose Tyler?" One of the men said to the other.
"No. They are keeping tight lipped about this one. I recon she's done a runner again. Remember, when she suddenly appeared out of nowhere as Pete Tyler's daughter with no explanation? I recon the past has come back to haunt her and she's vamoosed" the other replied.
They disappeared off down the corridor and their voices dwindled away. What were they on about? What had my mum done?
I came out from behind the pillar and made my way down to her office. I picked the lock again.
My mum had been in here today. I could tell. There were papers strewn across the room that weren't there yesterday. Not only that, but there was a large machine in the middle of the room. That definitely wasn't here yesterday when I came to meet her after school.
I went up to the machine to get a closer look. There was several buttons on the side. On her desk was a large, round yellow button with a chain on it. I picked it up and put the chain round my neck. I wondered what would happen If I pressed the button. But I resisted. I didn't want to get in more trouble than I probably would already be when my dad found out I'd been snooping around. Suddenly, I heard footsteps outside the room and the unmistakeable voice of my granddad. Pete Tyler.
I panicked. I ran across the room and accidentally tripped over the forgotten papers on the floor. I fell onto the sofa and accidentally pressed the button, still around my neck. A flash of light, and I was gone. The small note beside the cannon lay untouched and unoticed.