A/N:- HEEHAW! Not many chapters left to go with this story. I really wanna get at least one story done so I can move onto another. Not saying I don't like this fanfic or anything?! *shifty eyes* Lol.

Oh and just to warn you, in case I haven't said before, in this fic Jackie still calls the human 'Doctor'. Oh and the first bit in italics is from the Human Doctor's/John's POV.

Thanks to KittyBridgeta (as always) for the latest reviews! Where are the rest of you people, eh?

Here, I'm in a HIPPY-HOPPY-HAPPY mood so have some choccies and rubber duckies! - Rubber Ducky Rave, you HAVE to listen to it. Plain amazing… HAPPY READING!

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It's been nearly a whole year now, well exactly nine months and seventeen days, but she's still the same – even her face hasn't changed that much, despite how much time has passed and all the time she's been asleep. Still a sleeping beauty – still Rose…

I've tried my best and researched all I could with what I could find, but nothing's ever worked and I've never come close to finding anything. I've tried everything from textbooks to myths to trying-to-rip-an-undeadly-hole-in-the-Universe to Googling things up, but nothing's ever worked. It's so irritating – never being able to get things done. Being in this human body, it's so… frustrating! I'd get so much more if I were fully Time Lord. Having one heart, a brain that has an impossibly small storage capacity and the impossibility of escaping from emotions, well, I just can't see how these humans cope…

It's her birthday tomorrow, so Jackie's going down to visit Rose in the hospital I expect me and Torchwood – who've finally relaxed on the lethal weapons area, will probably visit her too. It's so heart breaking to see her like this. It's so wrongto see her so ill and comatose, when Rose was so lively, healthy and brave. But there's nothing anybody can do.

The only thing we have left is hope…

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I felt my consciousness roll back to me, but my muscles hadn't awakened yet and I was too weak to move properly. My eyes were sticky with sleep, my limbs ached at every little movement and my head throbbed horribly – as if somebody had just hit over the head with a mallet and there was a chunk of my brain missing. So, I stayed put and clamped my eyes totally shut. My fingers slowly but surely scratched at the material below me and I mentally confirmed that I was lying on a bed of some kind, with my head resting on a sunken albeit comfy pillow.

A bold feminine voice suddenly crashed into my hearing.

"An' I'm tellin' you Doctor Joey or whatever your name is that she's wakin' up," a worried female voice exclaimed vehemently. I groaned softly at the voice, as a voice deep inside my head told me that it was familiar but all the same – I couldn't remember who she was. "I swear I saw her finger twitch an' all! I'm not just imagining things, 'cos I know what I saw. Doctor, you saw it too, didn't you? Tell him!"

The word Doctor sent another throb ricocheting through my head, as if it were of some importance but… nothing. I still couldn't remember why that word was so important in my life. To be honest, I could barely remember anything at all. It was all a huge blur – a
grey fog, obscuring my view. And it hurt.

"Sorry, Jackie. I didn't see anything," This time a young cool male entered the conversation and I knew that voice from somewhere – but from where? I assumed that the loud bold woman was called 'Jackie' and familiarised her as that.

"Where's Doctor Yana? You know the older bloke that's Rose's official doctor?"

Rose. Where had I heard that word before? I rifled through my brain for a memory, but I still couldn't find anything. It was all blank. Blanker than blank, I daresay.

"He's unavailable at the moment due to personal issues so if you'd just…"

Deciding that my muscles/joints/limbs would cramp up even more if I stayed stationary, I laboriously forced myself to painfully stretch my stiff limbs. I used my sore stiff hands to push down on the bed and slowly hoist myself up, groaning at the painful repercussions of the sudden movement. My eyes were still closed, so when I snapped them back open, I found myself laid against a metal bed frame in what seemed like some sort of hospital room. I tried and tried, but found no recollection whatsoever as to how the hell I'd got here. It wasn't as if I had forgotten what a table was or what two add two equalled and all that whatnot, I got the general picture alright. But, I just couldn't remember my life – no childhood, no teenage tantrums, no school, no arguments, just nothing and when I tried too hard… Flip, it hurt.

I adjusted myself to the pallid yet bright white light that stung my eyes and only illuminated my plain surroundings. The entire room was covered head to foot in an ordinary blinding white and practically all the furniture were the same colour too, except for the prominent splash of black that represented the television and the splatter of dark hazel, where a chest of drawers stood.

It was all too much to take in and I struggled with great distress to remember anything at all. Great, just what I needed right now, no memories, when I didn't even know where I was and was stuck silly in a plain white room with nobody to turn to. Well, there were those three people outside that I could ask for help! I sat myself up in the most upright position; I could manage, and attempted to shift my legs. Ouch. I tried again. Double ouch. I groaned, as the consequence of trying too hard, hit me and I flopped back against the (UN) surprisingly white metal frame – grumbling as my back rippled in repercussion.

Letting my curiosity get the better of me, I craned my neck forward and glanced at the open door where three colourful figures were chatting. I didn't know who they were, but to heck, they probably didn't know I was there. But by the sounds of it, they were talking about something pretty serious, so a bit of eavesdropping and noseying wouldn't hurt. Not really, anyway.

There was a loud feisty blonde lady in jeans and a colourful woollen top – hands on hips – possibly 'Jackie', a tall lean man with the scruffiest brown hair possible, clad in blue pinstripes and some doctor person, with decaying blonde hair and a pompous posture in the stereotypical white coat, stethoscope wound around his neck and a clipboard in hand.

I saw a mouth open to speak, but it was soon defeated by the sudden at least half a dozen or so voices that abruptly entered the conversation, as countless pairs of feet clattered noisily into the scene. A wide variation of people came onto set, clothed nattily in black and suited in (also) black flak jackets, with suspicious looking 'gadgets', in leather holsters and noticeable pockets.

"What's happening?" a voice asked curiously.

"We got 'ere as soon as you said that she was awake," informed another.

"I brought the birthday cake!"

"Now's not the time, Matt."

"Is it really true? Where is she?"

"Umm… Do you know where the drinks' machine is?" squeaked someone.

(I suspected that this voice was an outcast in this conversation.)

"Down the corridor, on the right."

"Pete says he's going to arrive here in half an hour."

"Trust 'im."

The conversation continued and I captured small snippets of it, everybody seemed to be very concerned with this mysterious 'Rose' person, whoever she was, but why they discussing about her in front of 'my' hospital room – I didn't have a clue. Who this Rose was, she must've been either been extremely special or extremely ill, or both, at the rate they were gibbering. It was pretty rude, to be honest – nattering away about some strange woman in front of a patient's room!

Well, that sorted that then – I needed answers and they were the only help I could get.

Groaning, I forced my limbs to contract and stretch, as I struggled upwards – swinging my legs arduously over the side of the bed and sliding them down onto the floor. I grabbed hold of the bedside table and forcefully pushed myself to stand, triggering awareness unwanted movement in my body and sending painful implications all around me. I staggered forward, but caught the pole of my IV, just in time. I failed at fourth attempt, suddenly hit by a vivid swarm of drowsiness and giddiness. I flopped back down onto the bed, silently cursing at the echoing thrum of my back bumping against harsh metal of the bed frame. Clutching hold of the bedside table, I attempted to move and get up again, but this time – my whole body throbbed in pain and defiance. This just wasn't going to work.

I sighed grudgingly. It was as if my whole body was against me, no scrap that, it was as if my body had been asleep for so long that it didn't know, no didn't remember, how to function properly. Surely, whatever had happened to me couldn't have made me that weak… Even if I had been knocked out somehow, most likely chance at the present, I'd have only been out cold for only a couple of days. Oh, come on – a few weeks at the most. Goodness, this was all so confusing.

Determined to, at least, get-up properly, I gripped each side of the bed and pressed down, triumphantly hoisting myself up to rise on two feet. I whooped… but stumbled from loss of focus, crashed clumsily into the bedside table, and landed with an inelegant oof onto the cold tiled floor – bumping into a load of other objects, in the way. I yelped, as my whole body went into seizure and froze, rippling extracts of pain around my body.

"ROSE!" At least, a dozen voices cried out simultaneously.

Oh how great, I was sat there hurt, confused and groaning, yet all everybody outside seemed to care about was this Rose. Nobody care about me, then- all blunder off to attend to the needs of darling old Rose. Seriously, if I ever met her, I'd—BANG! I banged my head against the hospital bed, trying to get up and almost but didn't lose consciousness. Instead, when I recovered from the pain and craned my head up to open my eyes again... There they were, around thirteen or so people all gathered around me. I smiled to myself triumphantly – one to me, nil to Rose – she'd have to wait.

They all seemed to know me and I felt like I knew them, but I didn't… Maybe I'd 'forgotten' them, I snorted quietly, yeah right, just like I'd 'forgotten' all my other memories. I don't think so…

But before I could do anything, the supposed Doctor Joey, the blonde called Jackie, the man in the blue pinstripes and two others rushed over to my aid and lifted me up to my bed again.They tucked me right in, and watched me in stunned silence.

Doctor Joey quickly checked me, but was forced to rush off to a Life and death emergency – claiming he'd come back later to run tests on me

"Oh, I can't believe it! You're awake! After a whole year!" Jackie exclaimed, clamping me in a motherly embrace. I stayed silent, not sure what to think of it all.

"OH MY GOSH!" a tall strawberry-blonde woman shouted gleefully, running up to me and engulfing me into a hug.

Then they were all at it! Attacking me with questions, bombarding me with rambles, still not failing to mention this Rose person and practically squeezing me to death with embraces. I didn't even know them – they were strangers! But at least it was nice and comforting, although painful. Very painful.

Jackieseemed to be most concerned (and ecstatic) though, smothering me with kisses, hugging me and generally whacking me lightly – all the while crying and laughing, at the same time. In fact, everybody else was the same – all almost or in tears, laughing, hugging me, grinning, and babbling. And yet, they were strangers to me. What was going on? I didn't understand.

The man in the blue pinstripes, whom of which I still didn't know the name of, promptly came up to me– clapped me warmly on the back, eyes welled up with tears that were refusing to be shed, and rambled scientifical stuff at 100 miles per hour. Honestly, it was as if he were like that all the time. I just nodded and discreetly sunk down further into the covers.

"Good to see you, eh?" he said, smiling weakly, staring intently at me as if he'd known me for years. But, why didn't I know him?

"'M sorry," I croaked eventually, "But, I don't you.... Who are you?"

He sorta stumbled backwards and his face froze, as f he'd just realised something. Everybody else chuckled heartily, giggling and chattering away with joy – obviously not taking me seriously.

"Rose, what did you just say?" the man in the blue pinstripes asked again, eyes widened.

"Who is Rose? Cos you keep talking 'bout her but I don't know 'er. I seriously don't."

"What are you talking about? Rose, that's you, sweet' art," Jackie muttered, staggering forward and gripping me tightly by the shoulders, searching my eyes. "You do remember who you are, right? Rose, honey, please tell me this isn't some kind of joke!?"

And then it hit me. Maybe that was the real reason why they hovered outside my room and chatted constantly about Rose, maybe because Rose was actually me. But that could be true... Could it? It was impossible! I didn't know what had happened to me, however I'd at least remember my own name. And I just… knew it wasn't Rose.

"I just woke up in 'ere, an' I can't remember anythin'. But, all I know is is that I'm not this Rose you're talkin' about. Cos if I am – then surely, I'd remember?" I mumbled hoarsely, coughing and shook my head slowly.

"You're not joking are you." the man in pinstripes said, more of a statement than a question. I shook my head.

"But, Rose…" Jackie said desperately and shook me roughly by the shoulders – sudden panic and hysteria in her eyes. "You remember me, don't you? I'm your own mother!"

I took a big (guilty) breath and sighed, biting my lip anxiously, "I'm sorry, but you're not my mother and I'm not your daughter. You've got the wrong person – sorry, I really am. I don't you and I don't know any of you people. Can someone just tell me why I'm 'ere? …" I paused, "Who am I?"

And that's when all hell broke loose.

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A/N:- Reviews, people?!? You'll get cookies! HEHE…

On another note – sorry if I got anybody OOC in this chappie, haven't watched Doctor Who in forever. I can't wait for the Doctor's awesome-appearing appearance in the Sarah-Jane Adventures! (Oo-er, alliteration!)