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Emily woke up to find bright sunlight streaming through her translucent black curtains. She blinks and looks at her clock. 11:30. Emily groaned and rolled over. Her parents wouldn't be awake for another hour or so. Ever since they moved to Cardiff, Emily had been having trouble sleeping, unlike her parents who could sleep through the apocalypse. While in her native Charlotte, North Carolina, Emily had no trouble waking up at 7:00 on the dot, but in Cardiff she tended to wake up nearer to 12:00.

*Vvvrrr. Vvvrrr. Vvvrrr.* Emily rolled over and grabbed her phone. 'Unknown Number' the phone read. Emily hit accept and put the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" She said as both a greeting and a question.

"Torchwood. You have to remember." The person on the other end said with a flirtatious American accent. Emily sat straight up.

"Who is this?" She asked, confused and a bit frightened.

"I can't say. They told me to give you that message. I'm sorry, I have to go." The other person clicked off. Emily let the phone drop. Her head was killing her. She raised her hands to her head and cradled it, closing her eyes. As she did she was bombarded by images.

Standing by the rail. A man in a suit. A blonde girl. Falling into the water. A creature, part human, part fish, part something else, coming toward her. Drowning. The blonde girl again. A blue box. A boat. People.

With a gasp she opened her eyes. She shook her head and got out of her bed. Slowly Emily padded down the stairs to the kitchen. She opened the door to the fridge and reached out. As she did so she felt something rub against her chest. She drew her hand back and patted where her secret pocket was. When she did she felt something stiff and rectangular. Unzipping the pocket she pulled out a small business card. 'Torchwood' it read, the stylized 'T' on the front reminded her of honeycomb. She flipped it over and saw the familiar scrawl of her handwriting. 'Torchwood, TARDIS, Rose Tyler-Smith, Doctor. Remember!' was written in a messy scrawl she knew was caused by writing fast. The card was slightly damp, as was her slip now that she thought about it. Emily, realizing the fridge was still open, shit it and ran back up the stairs to her bedroom. She closed her door and sat down at her desk, turning on her laptop. She immediately pulled up the Internet and typed 'Torchwood' into the search engine.

984,627,506 results. Emily sighed. She knew that would take to long for her to sift through. She typed in 'TARDIS', but there weren't any results, at least none that looked like what she was looking for. Next she typed in 'Rose Tyler-Smith', thinking a person would be easier than a company or whatever Torchwood and TARDIS were. She scanned the results and found one that looked promising. She clicked on it and brought up an article.

'LONG LOST HEIRESS TO VITEX FORTUNE'

Emily scrolled down to the actual article.

'Rose Marion Tyler is the apparent long lost daughter of Peter Tyler and Jacqueline Tyler. Pete Tyler is probably best known as the millionaire inventor of the Vitex health drink. When asked in a press conference earlier this month, Mr Tyler refused to comment. However, the Tyler family released a statement yesterday stating that Rose Tyler is in fact the daughter of Peter and Jacqueline Tyler.

Rose Tyler was born to Pete and Jackie Tyler in 1987. At that time they were still living in their small flat in the Powell Estate. Jackie was working as a hair stylist and Pete was doing odd jobs while trying to sell the very health drink that would one day make him famous. However, while waiting for their big break, Pete and Jackie had no money to take care of the infant Rose. Instead of keeping the child and risking bankruptcy, the two parents decided to give their baby up for adoption. The little Tyler bounced from foster home to foster home until the day of her eighteenth birthday. After that the spunky and troublesome Tyler went from job to job until finally landing the job that would reunite her with her parents, a fill-in waitress at Jackie's 39th birthday. Pete and Jackie immediately saw the resemblance in Rose's face. Unfortunately, as most of you remember, that night was also the night of the Cybermen attacks. Pete and Rose were separated from Jackie, who was captured, but luckily not upgraded. In press conferences and interviews Mrs Tyler informed the public that she had just been thrown into the 'conversion chamber' when her will was restored. After that night both Rose and Jackie were forced into hiding as Pete, with the help of a few 'rebels', fought the Cyber fleets.

Prose and Jackie were only now able to come out of hiding. Rose almost immediately managed to get a job at the newly remodeled 'Torchwood', a company her father recently acquired to help destroy the Cyber threat. As of this publication, Rose Tyler has yet to issue any public statement, or to be seen outside of press conferences.'

Emily backed out of the article and went back to the search engine. This time, as she searched her mind she came up with the name 'John Meta Smith'. She typed in the name and clicked the top link. It brought up another article.

'UNKNOWN DOCTOR TO MARRY VITEX HEIRESS'

'Previously unknown Doctor John Meta Smith proposed, and is now engaged to, Rose Marion Tyler, the Vitex heiress. It was announced early Saturday night in a press conference held at the Tyler mansion. Our field reporter Sarah Jane Smith was there to cover the conference.

Mr Tyler went on record saying, "Dr John Smith is a very dear friend of mine, and helped my two girls during their absence." The story goes that Dr Smith harbored the Tyler women when they were forced to go into hiding. While keeping them company and supplying food and shelter, Dr Smith and Ms Tyler developed feelings for each other, as is common in these situations.

Dr Smith made a very personal statement at the conference today. He stood up and, interrupting his soon to be father-in-law, declared that he was not in it for Rose's money.

"Hello. Sorry to interrupt, but I have something very important to say. I'm sure most of you probably think I'm marrying Rose because she's rich, or some other ludacris idea like that. I would like to assure everyone here, and anyone else who reads about this, that I love Rose with every fiber in my being. If it hadn't been for Rose, I wouldn't be here today. She helped me through a very rough part of my life, and if it wasn't for her, well, I might as well be a completely different man. While she was under my care, she wasn't Rose Tyler, heiress. She was just Rose. Brilliant, sweet, gentle, kind, beautiful Rose. And if you believe anything, anything at all, then believe that I love Rose Tyler. Because she's fantastic, absolutely fantastic." After that heart-warming speech by Dr Smith, he and Rose exited the conference room, leaving Pete Tyler to dismiss the gathered reporters. The wedding is set for Christmas, this year.'

It was January, Christmas had come and gone, and Rose had apparently married John Smith. Emily closed the window and quit the Internet, then turned off the laptop. For a second she just sat there, absorbing the information she had. Then, in a sudden burst of movement, Emily got up and grabbed the card from her dresser table, snatching up her cell on the way. She dialed the number and waited as it rang.

"Torchwood, London Headquarters. You've reached the office of Rose Tyler-Smith, Director of Torchwood Team Theta. How may I direct you're call?" A kind, slightly Scottish, voice answered.

"Um, I'd like to speak to Rose Tyler-Smith, please. Thank you." Emily responded.

"One moment please." The receptionist said, putting her on hold. Emily sighed and sat down on her bed as a Muzak version of Yellow played in the background.

Look at the stars; Look how they shine for you; And all the things you do; Yeah they were all yellow

"Hello?" A female voice said from the other end of the line.

"Um, is this Rose Tyler-Smith?" Emily asked, unsure.

"Yes, who is this?" Rose asked from the phone.

"This is Emily Grayjoy. I think we met yesterday." Emily said, hoping she was right and not just crazy.

"Oh! Hello Emily! Wow, I wasn't expecting you to call for a few days. Good work with the Retcon, really. You'll want to talk, yeah?" Rose asked. Emily sighed in relief.

"Yeah, thanks. Is there somewhere I can meet you?" Emily asked.

"Yeah. Just meet me in front of Roald Dahl Plass. Right in front of the fountain." Rose told her before clicking off. Emily set down her cell and stood up. She walked over to her closet and opened it up. Searching through her clothes she settled on the dark burgundy angel-sleeved dress with the black stars embroidered on the neckline. She exchanged her slip from the other day with a black one and pulled the dress over it. She chose some black stockings and her Doc Martins and put them on as well. She pulled back her red hair into two high pony tails and let her braids swing free. She dabbed on a little black lipgloss and lined her eyes.

"Emily! Are you up yet?" Her mom, accurately named Luna, yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah Mom! I'm going into town today, is that alright?" Emily yelled back. She heard her mom's slippered feet on the stairs, then her mom poked her white-blonde head into her room.

"Are you going with Jessa?" Her mom asked. Emily shook her head 'no'.

"No, it's for a- a job interview." Emily covered quickly. Her mom's light blue eyes light up and she beamed.

"Goodluck!" She said before turning and leaving. Emily contemplated how she could have possibly come from that woman. Don't get her wrong, she loved her mom, but they were completely different. Her mom was all crisp whites and shadowy dark grey, while Emily preferred having splashes of color in her wardrobe. Her mom had clear milky alabaster skin and white blonde hair so bright it hurt in the sun. Emily's pale skin was scattered with freckles and her hair was most decidedly ginger. Her mom's pale light blue eyes gave her a mystical quality, while Emily's own green-blue eyes simply completed her ginger-ness. Emily knew that most of her genetical makeup was from her dad, a big burly ginger of Irish decent, except her eyes. Her dad had muddy brown eyes and her mom had her angelic blue ones, so how in the world did she get her teal green eyes?

A glance at her wall clock made Emily realize she was going to be late. She grabbed her purse, phone, and keys and ran down the stairs.

"Bye Mom! See you in a few!" Emily yelled as she dashed out the door. She jogged up to her matte black Volkswagen Bug and slid into the driver's seat (which felt like it was on the wrong side to her) and turned on the car.

"I really hope I don't regret this." She muttered as she drove out of her driveway.

There you go. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Keep on reviewing and I'll keep updating. If you don't, I will be posting another author's note. Thanks! This chapter needs three reviews at least for me to update.