A/N: - If this chapter doesn't make sense to you or doesn't have any sense, I don't blame you. It doesn't have to, its just a LONG taster of the sort of danger, Rose got up to! THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS!! Keep reading, keep reviewing and keep stuffing yourself, with Easter choccy! As always, please READ and REVIEW!! TTYL =D =D Things will be escalating from this point onwards… PM me to suggest any ideas, any at all. Every little helps!

"What the flaming hell have you done to my kitchen?!" mum yelled furiously from the inside of the house. Kingsley helped me lug the rest of the luggage back into my house, and I swiftly sent him on his way before he could bear witness to any more of mum's ranting.

"Language!? Don't you dare language me, Doctor! What I want to know is what the hell did you do to MY kitchen? Look what you've done to it... "

Oh no… What did they do this time? I heard even more squabbling coming from the kitchen, so I dumped my luggage in the hallway and sprinted to the source of all the commotion. I stared in horror at the kitchen, gaping. Oh dear.

The entire room was filthy; cutlery, pots, pans and plates lay strewn across all the presently grubby marble worktops; flour and cocoa was scattered absolutely everywhere; a pungent burning smell wafted out the room; various areas of our grand kitchen were covered in black soot and unsuccessful meals; even the oven looked as if it had been through some sort of war. In the midst of all the trouble stood the other Doctor, covered from head to foot in flour, and next to him was a dirty, grinning, gap-toothed Tony stood proudly clutching what looked like an extremely burnt and black cake – if you could
even call it that.

Tony caught sight of me and yelled "ROSIE!", before he charged into me, pelting me full in the stomach. I hugged him back and observed him at arm's length, rubbing a bit of butter off of his nose as I did so. His strawberry-blonde hair was sticking up, covered in chocolate chips, flour and… raisins? I tried my best to brush them out of his hair, but most of it stuck like chewing gum. What had they been doing?

"WELCOME 'OME!! This yours!" he exclaimed, pushing the plate of… cake
into my hands. "Me and Doctor made cake for you! Eat it."

The other Doctor grinned gingerly at me from behind mum who had her hands on her hips and her back turned. His head bent in shame as he endured my mother's scolding.

"Um, thanks Tony. It's very, err... nice of you," I said as I held the cake in my hand, cringing at the unpleasant overcooked odour that the 'cake' was giving off. It smelt suspiciously like meat and raisins. "What exactly did you put in here?"

"Chicken and tatoes and milky and raisin and sugar and butter and lots of stuff. Eat!" he insisted.

I stared at the burnt thing. "Uh, maybe later Tony, yeah? I'm not hungry right now; I'll have it after dinner," I reassured him, trying very hard not to hurt his feelings as I gently laid it back down onto the table. He was so cute, but he could be very crazy sometimes. What had this Doctor been teaching him while mum'd been gone? How to bake a cake for a monster?!

"Tony, come to mummy darling," mum said, sighing and turning back around. I let Tony loose and he sprinted over to mum, who swept him up in her arms. "I sincerely have no idea how your 'babysitter' has been looking after you, but you're completely filthy! You need a bath, mucky pup. I'm going to have to call in a whole load of maids now, to fix this kitchen up." Mum twiddled with some dials on the oven, and when she seemingly found no result, grunted cantankerously. "Oh, great, I think the oven's broken too. Just
what have you two been doing? I was only gone for a couple of hours and you manage to turn the house upside down! I give up; I'll never get this lot cleared for tonight's par—arrangements."

I had a slight suspicion that mum was planning something, but I dismissed it nonchalantly and went up to my old bedroom in Dad's mansion. I collapsed onto my old bed with inelegance and drifted into a well-earned slumber.

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A whole year without him went by like that and before I knew it, I was twenty two. Things had properly moved on; Dad had been promoted president of a drinks manufacturing company, so he had to balance between Torchwood and Vitex –
yes, his own drink, now famously known worldwide; Mum had given birth to a baby boy not long ago and named him Tony. He was about three months old at the present, and he had the cutest tuft of strawberry-blonde hair along with the wildest of personalities – you should've heard him when he cried; you could hear him bawling a mile away!

I now had an adept team of thirteen Field Agents, including me. They were a right happy bunch and they were brilliant co-workers, but I couldn't believe what some of their life stories were when we started talking about our lives at a dinner party.

Toshiko's was probably worst; she was only able to see her own mother once every three months, she'd no father, and she had a horrendously difficult past. Torchwood was like a new life to her, after she'd been locked up in a UNIT prison for two years of her life.

Anyway, a year had passed but nothing much had changed except for the fact that I was now independent and living in an expensive posh studio flat in the middle of London. The headaches still remained and were now etched into a weekly basis, so I spent most days sleep-deprived and tormented by headaches, dizziness and heartburn – lots and lots of it. I still didn't tell anybody, but I went to a private clinic once a month and they ran tests, but couldn't find anything wrong. So I was dumped back to hilarious amounts of
tablets per day. I got on with my life and did what the Doctor had said himself; live a fantastic life, for him.

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. I battled psycho robots, confronted deranged hypnotists, dealt with the weirdest monsters, did more paperwork than Shakespeare ever could and chased furry critters (Australian or what?!) across the country on bikes. Mind you, that particular alien helped create the Freedom Project, a secret institution on a deserted island off the coast of Liverspoon that provided a sort of reserve for any alien threats or aliens, who couldn't be sent back to their home. That deserted island turned out to be the Isle of Man in our home Universe, but on this Universe it was never found or inhabited by anyone.

The second year hurried past and on Christmas Eve that second year; I met an
orange, carnivorous, Ood-like creature that changed my life forever. The Weevil.

It was night time and it was the night before Christmas; the streets were crowded with last minute shoppers and my entire team was on patrol round the city centre. The Rift was open again and the readings were off the scale. We had visitors. Exactly fifteen murders had occurred that month, and the police couldn't find any leads except for the fact that each innocent victim had been practically hacked to bits. So, Torchwood was called on.

"No guns," I ordered strongly to Fayosi as he loaded a chain of bullet into his gun and tried to tuck it back into his black flak jacket. His dark skin was illuminated in the moonlight as we stood in the alley, and I put a hand out to stop him. "We've got tranquillisers and tazors to deal with any threats. They'll be enough, we don't fight to kill."

"Surely you've seen the news, Rose! Haven't you seen all those freaking murders? The victims had heads and limbs ripped off; what if that happens to one of us?"

"It won't, trust me, so dump the gun."

"But--"

"Just do as I say, will you!" He groaned and reluctantly dislodged the arsenal's bullet, putting the dangerous contraction back into his bag. "Thank you, Fye."

There was a crackling from my walkie-talkie and I clicked the button to hear Georgia. "Rose, I thought we were meant to investigate at 10pm? It's ten past now. Is something wrong?"

I glanced briefly at Fayosi and responded, "No, nothing's wrong, Georgia.
We got a bit side-tracked. Go to your stations; we'll meet in Queen Square if we don't find anything. Remember, no guns! We just need to contain the creature, and nothing else. 'Kay?"

"Yes ma'am," addressed Georgia sarcastically over the intercom. "Wait, I'm getting somethin' on my tracker…" There was a long pause. "Crap, there's been another attack, on Park Street! We're on the other side of it."

"Great, we'd better get goin' now. We're nearest to Park Street so me and Fayosi will head there. Tosh and Ally aren't that far away either. Don't worry."

"Thanks, I'll alert the others. Good luck."

I slipped the device back into my pocket, and Fayosi and I headed straight for Park Street, keeping look out for any signs of trouble. This creature was described as orange, muscular and dressed in a blue plumber's outfit – it had fit the description of a mutated form called the 'weevil'.

Suddenly, there was an escalated scream in the crowd and I spotted a flash of orange rush right by us.

"Over there!" I yelled. I noticed a black-haired lady stood shaking amidst the throng of people. I ran up to the frightened woman and checked her over for any injuries; she seemed fine. "What happened? Did that creature hurt you? What's your name?"

"I'm Mary… and n-n-no… It just growled at me and sort of ran off when I screamed. I don't know what it was. It was horrible; it was orange and had these really sharp canines. I think it was some kind of mask, but it looked too real…" she stammered.

"It's OK, Mary. It was probably some person playing a sick joke," I lied, signalling for Fayosi. "Look, my friend Fayosi will help you. We're, uh, with the police. Do ya know which way this person went?"

She pointed in the direction of Park Street, and I inwardly laughed. Maybe this was some sort of weevil reunion or something. "Thanks a million." I turned to whisper to Fayosi. "You stay here and I mean it. Go buy this lady a cuppa coffee or something, she's in shock. Before you ask, I can take care of myself so GO!"

I grinned widely at the confused guy, pushed him towards Mary and sprinted in the direction I'd been shown. Park Street was deserted and I couldn't see any sign of the weevil. Checking all around me, I strolled up and down the street, looking for clues. All of a sudden there was a menacing growl behind me and a rattle of bins; I whirled round to find the orange and blue thing rummaging through a dumpster in an alley.

"OI, YOU!"

I dislodged a tranquilliser from my holder and locked it into position, but the creature spotted me and gazed at me with baleful eyes before running away into the park. I raced after it, determined to get the job done. It led me to the park and disappeared out of plain view, where I found Tosh, Ally, and Aryl hunched over a figure on the floor. Greg was striding up and down the grass tensely, mobile pressed to his ear as he muttered urgent pleas down the receiver. My heart sank in pity as I saw the figure on the floor was a young man in his twenties with two big chunks taken out of his leg and blood trickling down his neck where he'd been obviously bitten.

"How many weevils? What happened?" I whispered, crouching down beside them.

"We saw two as soon as we went out field. I've got Freya and Jacob diverting the traffic in this area. They targeted this man while he was just walking through the park and your one just disappeared round the children's playground. Greg's on the phone to the ambulance," Tosh informed me. "I don't know where the other two have gone…"

"His breathing's slowing down!" Aryl shouted, tone urgent. "What do we do!? Greg, when the heck's the ambulance gonna get here?! He's not going to last." Ally continued pumping at his heart, while at the same time Aryl kept comforting and talking to the poor man lying on the floor.

"We can't let them attack any more people; I'm going after 'em," I said, tranquilliser gun at the ready. "I have to stop them."

"But you can't! Wait for Georgia and the others. You can't do this by yourself! They're going to hurt you…"

Tosh's voice faded into the distance as I ran off on the path leading to the play park. There was a fall in my step and I felt a tug at my heart as the dizziness started up again. I'd forgot, it was Friday. My vision instantly blurred and my head throbbed painfully. It couldn't start now; it wasn't fair. Wheezing,, I endeavoured to push forward, and shambled after the creature.

In front of me was an orange and blue shape growling and hissing. Weevil. I reeled and tripped up, before heaving myself up off the floor holding out the tranquilliser gun. My mind wasn't able to tell whether it was one, two or three weevils, so I fired and by the lack of noise, missed. I massaged my eyes and made out just the one weevil in front of me, with two limping away and disappearing down a manhole in the road. A frightened little boy stood cowering in front of it. The weevil hobbled forward and lunged in to attack
the child, but I yanked the small boy just in time and ordered him to run, to run as fast as he could and warn the people in black flak jackets.

"Hello there," I murmured sweetly, as I edged forward and furtively inserted another dart into the tranquilliser pistol. The vertigo had subsided slightly, but still hadn't cleared enough for me not to stumble. "You probably can't understand me, but what the heck, I'm Rose and you're coming with me."

The creature groaned beseechingly and took a small step back.

"No, no, it's OK. Don't be scared; I won't hurt you. It's OK, I'm just gonna knock you out and bring you somewhere safe. Shh…"

The weevil trusted me. I crept forward slowly, but then a shout of "ROSE!" echoed behind me and there was a loud BANG! Another BANG and a patter of feet cascaded around me. The weevil moaned with what could only be translated as plain fear. Deep pity flooded through me, and I then realised I was probably us humans that drove them into killing, because of all our weapons and shouting. With my head playing up I could tell what the weevil felt. Even I detested and couldn't cope with the noise of shouting, guns and machinery. It hurt.

"Stop!" I screamed, turning my head back. "Stay back; I said no guns! I'm OK. You're scaring it. Please, just keep back! LEAVE ME!"

They didn't listen. The weevil snarled at me before glaring at me at the betrayal and charging forward furiously. It went straight for my shoulder and mercilessly sank its canines deep into my flesh, leaving me screaming in pain and agony. I tried to pull out of its grasp, kicking the weevil out of self-defence. But the weevil only tightened its deadly hold on me and dug its razor-sharp claws into the flesh in-between my ribs and intestines. It ached so much. I couldn't take it anymore. It ripped the material off my shoulder and malevolently continued to tear at the open flesh; all I could do was watch in torture and try to hold it back a little. Carefully, I inched my only spare fingers up my side and wrenched the tazor out of a pocket, subsequently prodding the weevil on the neck and holding down the button. The creature withdrew mercilessly and moaned, drawing back.

"ROSE!" Fayosi's voice rung out, high above the others.

I clutched my left shoulder in disbelief as excruciating pain flooded through me and thick crimson liquid began to pour out of the enormous open wound. The weevil had ripped all my flesh out and left me raw red and gullible. The dizziness reached its toll; my knees buckled and I fell to the floor, hitting the grass with a thud. Torchwood agents thundered about above me.

Doctor Owen Harper, Torchwood's head doctor, knelt down beside me and I smiled up weakly at him. He was soon joined by Tosh, Aryl, Fayosi, and Michael, as he opened up his medical briefcase.

"Hello," I whispered, cringing as my body hurt every time I tried to move.

"I'm sorry Rose! I should've followed you, but I was so engrossed by that other victim over there and I didn't think--" Aryl started, then proceeded to sob hard.

"Don't worry 'bout it, I'm still alive aren't I? Gave that weevil
one hell of a scare! Where is it?"

"They're containing it now, whatever you did to it, it's made it weak."

I attempted to move again.

"Don't move, sweet 'art," Owen warned, in his thick Welsh accent. I couldn't be bothered to give him the full credentials. He had to deal with it. "Hold on and stay with me, darling. Try not to fall asleep, Rose. Can't have the boss's daughter dying on me; I'll be sacked," he commented sarcastically, pressing a blood-pressure monitor to my arm.

"It hurts," I groaned.

"I know," Owen replied, nodding and pressing a warm bandage to my shoulder wound. I scowled and thumped his arm, writhing in pain. "Violent as always, I see. Nothing changes, even when you're dying."

He received a thick glare from the others but I managed to croak, "Shut up!". They laughed, but I could see all their faces were not in a humorous mood. My eyelids flickered shut, but I was shook awake. "When's the ambulance coming? I need a real doctor or I'll die."

"It's nearly here Rose, try and stay with us," Aryl said, before adding, "But mister doctor over there aint too happy 'bout what you just said; look at him."

"You're only saying that 'cause you're deluded, Rose. Once you're better, you'll be wanting to get into my bed. Just you wait," he sniggered cheekily. Now, that was pushing it too far.

Sick or not, I wasn't too injured to give him a piece of my mind. "You're gonna be the deluded one if you don't watch that mouth of yours and it isn't gonna be me doing the slappin'. Your girlfriend doesn't look too happy."

I glanced briefly at Tosh and she blushed, head bent with embarrassment. Owen answered on her behalf. "Nah, Tosh is alright. Aren't you, darling?"

But nothing more was said as I screeched in pain from the impact of the pressure put on my shoulder by the bandage. The aftershock. Every nerve in my body was reacting and mixing together, to form a wall of anguish against me. I winced as a sharp metal object penetrated my skin and I gave into the darkness and floated into the sinister abyss of
unconsciousness…

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