It was sunny.

The light rays of sunlight peaked out of the clouds reflecting blindingly off the cars windshields in the neighboring parking lot. Pinks and oranges stained the sky in the early lighting as a result of the brilliant sunrise. However no one was particularly observant of the rare beautiful day as four people made their way across the empty cemetery, finally stopping at the designated plot.

Jackie Tyler stood at the very front of the small group with tears streaking slightly down her face. She quietly observed the pallbearers lower the black casket onto the plot and open the top before leaving the family to pay their last respects.

Mickey was first to the casket, his eyes red and rimmed with tears. His eyes studied the face of the woman and took his time whispering private words to her deaf ears. After a moment he gently reached into the box and caressed the occupants hand before raising it slightly and placing a tender kiss on the woman's pale hand before rejoining the small gathering.

Pete walked slowly clutching his young son to his body, his face dry but eyes showing the depth of his mourning for the daughter he was just starting to know and already loved deeply. He dug into the pocket of his black jacket before drawing out a gold locket. The chain glittered beautifully in the light before Pete hooked it around the neck of the deceased. His grandmother had given it to him, meant to be past down to his oldest daughter, as it had been for the past four generations. He had been planning on giving it to Rose on her birthday, but had never gotten the chance.

Tony stared intently at his sisters still form. "Ro?"

The hand not gripping his father's shoulder came out to touch the woman's face. Pete gently tugged his sons hand back to his body and glanced down into his inquisitive brown eyes.

"She's sleeping Tony." His voice broke. Both parents had yet to find a way to explain why Tony would never see his sister again.

Looking doubtful, Tony once more reached out for his sister but Pete tucked his little head under his chin and walked back to his wife.

The group silently looked out into the large cemetery. Pete had bought a large plot in a secluded corner of the burial ground and Jackie knew her daughter would love the large trees that overlooked her resting place and the wild flowers that highlighted her grave stone.

"Could you give me a moment?" her murmured question was soft and Pete and Mickey only barely caught her words.

"Of course darling, we'll be right over here."

Waiting until the footsteps of the two men quieted, Jackie took a deep breath and made her way towards the casket, hesitating just steps before it. Her wet checks cooled slightly as a morning breeze whispered past and made the black dress dance around her ankles. With a deep intake of breath she leaned over the lifted box and gazed at the woman inside.

She'd grown up beautifully. Thought Jackie sadly as her eyes took in the shoulder length golden hair curled slightly around the pale girls face. She was covered in a pure white dress with lace embellishment along the edges. Clutched in her limp hands was a bundle of yellow lilies (Jackie had forbidden roses as the woman herself would have groaned).

Seeing Rose so peaceful was enough to spur Jackie's sobs. It had been a week since the policeman had come to her house bringing the news of her daughter's suicide.

The officer explained how Pete had hired a team of painters to come in and finish up the kitchen renovations as a surprise for Rose when she came home from her trip to Norway. They had walked into the kitchen expecting to see the worn wall, but instead found the body of Rose Tyler. The autopsy said she had taken the poison used in Torchwood darts from research and development and added it to water. She was dead within four hours.

"Oddly fitting huh." Jackie began as she spoke to her dead daughter. "It was always just me and you against the world back at the estates." She stroked her daughter's bangs as she had when Rose was younger. "I know that it had been hard on you…but I- "She broke off as a sob racked her body. "It's my fault for being so caught up in my own world, focusing on the pregnancy and getting your father back and I couldn't see that you were obviously struggling so much more than you let anyone know. I thought you were doing better." She took a deep breath. "I love you so much. But I guess you didn't know that." The tears were flowing freely now and dripped into the casket. "You deserved the universe Rose, and I'm so sorry I couldn't help you find it."

After placing a kiss on her daughter's forehead, Jackie Tyler walked back to her broken family, leaving a missing piece behind.

…..

The Doctor stared blankly at the underside of the consol of the Tardis. He held his sonic screwdriver loosely in his left hand as his mind wandered over the past few weeks, namely his experience with one Martha Jones.

He liked Martha, very much in fact. But she seemed to be under the impression that they were some kind of developing thing.

The Doctor didn't have a problem with things, he rather liked most things. But this thing happened to be a relationship of the romantic variety. And as much as he liked Martha Jones he did not like her enough to have a thing.

With a huff of frustration, the Doctor sunk deeper into the pit of wiring and piping that made up the Tardis.

He missed Rose.

He missed her laugh and they way it would echo off the walls of the Tardis making it seem much more like a home. He missed her smile and how it could melt any foul mood or depressing thoughts that had iced over his hearts. The way she always burned the toast no matter what she tried. How they would cuddle in the library on their rest days and read for hours and hours. The way she held his hand and gave hugs better than anyone in the entire universe.

The Doctor smiled slightly as the memories of his pink and yellow companion flooded his mind, all in perfect clarity. He could go on and on about all the things he missed about her. He wanted nothing more than to find her and bring her back home. Back to their home.

But she's safe, she's with her family.

The small voice in the back of his head that sounded suspiciously northern made a strong point. The only thing keeping him sane was that Rose was with her family, happy and safe.

"Doctor?"

The Doctor startled, jumped slightly and proceeded to bang his head on the grating overtop.

"Yes Martha?" His voice floated from underneath the floor and Martha peaked over the opened piece of grating before flashing a smile. The dark skinned woman caught the Time lord's grimace and her smile turned to concern.

"You okay?"

"Yes Martha. Did you need something?" His voice was kind and Martha felt the butterflies awaken in her stomach as they always did when she was around him.

"The hot water in my bathroom's not working again."

"Well that's a problem." He put a hand on each side of the opening on the floor before pulling himself up. "Come on; let's see what the trouble is."

The pair walked out of the consol room. Seconds after, the heart of the Tardis began to spark. Golden wisps melted out from the power source and encircled the room in a divine glowing light before sinking into the consol flooring. The heart silenced and all was still.