Have you had experiences with un-earthlike creatures or events?

Rose tapped her pen against her chin as she thought about possible answers. Yes, she could write, I have met tons of different species and know about the Shadow Proclamation, the Skasis Paradigm, Raxicoricofallipatorious, and more. Or she could simply tell a fake tale of one time when she met a Dalek. Eventually, though, she settled on saying she had seen the Slitheen, which wasn't a lie at all, and since then has scavenged the internet for information on any aliens.

Do you have any medical training?

At least that was an easy one.

There were several more basic questions after these, asking about her talents, intelligence, and even her creative side. After these questions, she performed several very strange tests which involved her staring at a light for an hour straight, being submerged underwater, turning in circles for five minutes, running around the building, and eating Lucky Charms cereal. Torchwood really had their act together.

Rose came home that night utterly exhausted (not to mention soaking wet), and was prepared to leap into bed, wearing the dress she was now, when she saw another package on her bed. She froze in her tracks, eyes fixated on the familiar brown package. All the way from here she could see her name, written in his absolutely beautiful language, clearly on the brown cardboard. Her breathe hitched in her throat and she forgot how to stand for a moment. Just a moment, suspended in time and space, she could picture him next to her. Holding her hand like he used to so often.

Unwillingly, her feet led her slowly towards the bed, and her numb arms picked up the package, breathing in the scent of it. The little scent of Doctor. Her long fingers slowly opened the package with ease, since there was no hard duct tape or anything of the sort. She realized she needed to release a breathe, but couldn't when she saw the inside of the package. There was an orange rose, beautiful and flawless, with a long green stem and two leaves. It was fresh, and smelled just as it should. She held it in her hands carefully, cradling it, afraid if she let go it would disappear. Her eyes flickered to her bedside table, where a tall water glass stood.

In the glass was the red flower from the day prior, still fresh as when she found it, of course. Rose set the orange flower next to it, and smiled for a minute as the two flowers sat in harmony. She placed the package on her desk and laid down in her bed, not bothering to get dressed.

The following morning, she walked down the stairs of her house to see her Mum in her pink bathrobe sipping a cup of tea. "Hi sweetheart, how'd you sleep?"

"I got another package," Rose replied simply, her expression unreadable, which was rare. Usually Rose was an open book to her mother.

"What was inside?" Her mum asked quietly, placing her tea cup down and staring at Rose curiously.

"An orange rose. What's it mean?"

"Orange roses mean desire, love. Desire," She repeated, "And enthusiasm."

"But how can he be sending them, Mum? How long will he send me flowers and not talk to me?" Tears welled in her eyes at the very thought of the Doctor outside her house, leaving her messages and flowers, but not actually wanting to speak to her. He always had a reason, even if it was a bloody awful one. What was his reason this time?

"I thought you were going to go to Torchwood to figure it out... Please, just try and get interested in Torchwood. It'd make your father and I very happy if you got a nice job and some nice friends."

Rose nodded slowly, not paying too much attention to the words. All she really wanted at the moment was comfort, comfort that only he could deliver. And a stupid rose a day wasn't going to suffice. However, she ignored her feelings and walked into Torchwood, completely ready to start her first day.

"Congratulations!" Hunter said happily, greeting her as she walked in, holding an intimidating stack of papers. "You're in direct alien confrontation! That's a super-fun heads-on job, you'll do fantastic, Rose!"

Rose smiled brightly, her thoughts still distracted. She followed Hunter politely as he led her to her new section. The hallway on the right side of the large hub, in the back, led to her small headquarters. There were several rooms down there, one of them being her office. It had a red velvety carpet covering the floor, with a fancy mahogany desk and a computer from a brand she didn't recognize on the top. There were cabinets and shelves scattered all over, and the room had one small chandelier. It seemed more like a ballroom than an office, but Rose wasn't complaining.

"So, you'll have three members of your small team. You probably saw their offices as you passed. We've got their files here," He gestured towards the large stack of papers and threw them on her desk, "Along with any other information you'll need. They'll show you the ropes, of course, but I'll still see you! Good luck!" Hunter smiled brightly and left her room, shutting the door quietly behind himself and walking away.

Rose thought it was a bit strange that he didn't say the names of her team, although with this many people working at Torchwood how could Hunter possibly remember all of their names? Unsure of what to do, she flipped quietly through the papers, skipping to the section about her team. As creepy as it was, reading about her new team-mates, it was rather interesting. The files knew every single recorded detail of their lives, right down to whether or not they snored in their sleep. She tried to match their names to the pictures of their faces, knowing it would be easier when she actually met them.

Violet Flores

Rose flipped through her file, nonchalantly, stopping to study the photo on the third page. Violet was a hispanic woman with long black hair down to her shoulders, and dazzlingly white teeth. Her smile looked friendly enough, but her eyes looked like they were ready to break your neck and hug you at the same time. She had a T-shirt on with a large necklace and huge hoop earrings to match. Apparently, Violet has worked for Torchwood for nine years now, and was the ultimate professional. Probably the leader of the group.

Cameron Burns

His file was next, and Rose blushed to herself when her eyes widened while looking at his picture. He was an incredibly handsome man, with short brown hair and large eyes. His complexion made him look like he was a teenager, but in reality he was twenty-three years old. Cameron has worked for Torchwood for two years now, and was only recently switched over to this team from another. He, unlike Violet, does snore. His facial expression revealed that he was probably a very happy and optimistic person, making Rose glad that she wouldn't have to work only with people like Violet.

Finn Cunningham

Finn was also handsome, surprisingly, but in a different way. His hair was a bit longer and black, and it was obvious that his eyes were green even though the picture was in very muted color. It was hard to tell a lot about him from his expression, unlike the other two. This was his third year at Torchwood and he was a professionally trained doctor, in more things than Rose could count. He was twenty five, the oldest of the group, and had a black belt in Tae Kwon Doe.

While she was skimming some of the other papers, she heard a knock at her office door, and her eyes flittered up. She wasn't expecting the visitor.

Author's Notes: Hope you enjoyed this chapter (on time, might I note)! Please review because it makes me smile to see you guys enjoying it! :) I hope you like the new characters, and they'll be introduced much better in the next chapter. (aka not just a file about them.)