A/N: Hello readers! Long time no see (from this end), I know... I just wanted to take a moment to let you all know that I haven't dropped the fanfic cause. In fact, in honor of Fanfiction Friday (yes, that's a thing now. you should all celebrate! my Person... Thing is a genius and invented it) I have decided to share a little preview of something that I've been working on. It is a sequel to this story, so more RoseLock goodness. Or at least I hope it is goodness. You all can decide that part.

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It had been a long day, and rehearsal had taken a lot out of her. While she was both honored and excited to be cast in the title role of the spring gala production of Cinderella, the stress of it all was starting to catch up to her. If she pulled this off, she was all but guaranteed a spot in the Royal Ballet. If not... Well, at least she had a very supportive family. Packing the last of her things into her bag, she said farewell to her friends and hurried out of the building and onto the busy streets of London.

Pausing at the corner of Floral and James Street, she dropped a few coins into the cup of a homeless man as she waited to cross. "Wotcher, Billy."

He nodded, acknowledging her generosity with a quick wink. "Thank you, Miss."

She smiled gently at him and tried hard not to roll her eyes. "Tell him I'm fine."

"Don't know what you're talking about, Miss," he replied with a smirk.

"I'll be home in plenty of time for dinner," she muttered to him before making her way back into the crowd of people.

She shook her head, thinking how everyone else in this city seemed to just overlook the homeless that they encountered. She, however, knew better. Many of the city's homeless, including Billy, were actually in the employ of her father. They did far more good than harm, despite what the masses may believe.

Jackie Holmes had been raised on stories of adventure and intrigue, murder and ascendancy (the last mostly at the hand of her Uncle Mycroft). Between the countless criminals that her father had helped to place behind bars, and the aliens that her mother had once helped the Doctor banish from the Earth and back to the stars, she knew better than to ignore her surroundings. That's how she knew to look for Billy - her father always had one of his homeless network cross her path as she left the Royal Ballet School. Or their flat. Or the shops. Or the pub. Really, he had a network of spies at his disposal and he put them to use to keep tabs on her. Not that she minded. It was how he showed affection.

However, today she also encountered something new. Intending to make a quick run into Marks & Spencer before hopping on the tube to head home, out of the corner of her eye noticed something that she never expected to come across and stopped dead in her tracks. It was blue police box that she knew for a fact hadn't been on the street earlier that day, and yet everyone seemed to walk right by it as if it wasn't worth their notice.

Swallowing back the giddy laugh that threatened to escape from her, she quickly pulled out her phone and snapped a picture, intending to send it to her mother. When the door of the police box opened and a woman with the curliest head of hair she had ever seen peeked out though, Jackie thought better of it. Instead, she quickly typed her cousin Abigail's number in along with a short message:

999! M&S on Long Acre. Come NOW. -JX

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A/N: And there you have it. Thoughts? Comments? Concerns? Please share/review!

Also, many thanks to TheWheelWeaves (or asthewheelwills on the tumblr, which I am more used to typing) for putting up with my nonsense throughout this process while she has been working on the next installment of her 'This Rose is Extra' RoseLock series. It is Epic, and if you haven't read it/checked it out already, go do it now.

And - if you want to know when the new story is posted - be sure to follow me rather than this story. Not sure I'll post another update here. Pleasethanksbye.