A/N: Wow! Can you guys believe we've made it to fifty chapters already?! Thanks so much for all of you who have stuck around for so long already! These are all for you! Also, I know I haven't been the fastest updater lately, but bear with me…school is trying to kill me all over again this semester. Hope this bucket of fluff below is just what the doctor (pun fully intended) ordered.

Guess Who

Rose sat typing away at her computer. She was in that state of daze where everything she did was automatic. The words moved swiftly from her brain to the screen. But there was still a little conscious corner of her brain that sighed disbelievingly. Typing reports. That's what she'd resorted to. Albeit they were reports of alien sightings…little more exciting than most office reports but not by much. She was brining of a particularly exciting (not) section of the report when her eyes were suddenly covered by a pair of hands.

"Guess who," a voice trilled.

Rose frowned and let out an annoyed breath. "Xasha."

Her co-worker laughed, but strangely, the sound came from a distance beyond her desk, not behind her.

"No," Xasha dragged the word out. "Your fried there asked me to tell you what game you're playin'."

Rose groaned in annoyance. "Who is it, Xasha?"

Her friend laughed again. "No way, Rose. You've got to guess."

Rose sighed again and pushed herself away from the desk. Her assailant moved backwards with her, keeping his or her hands in place. Rose shrugged, shaking her head a bit. "Oh, I don't know. Mickey?" The hands twitched and then moved her head from side to side. "Right," she pursed her lips in thought. "Dad?" Her head shook again. Rose huffed. "Jake? Tom? Mason?" Three shakes of the head.

"Oh, come on. Who is it?"

"No fun, Rose." Xasha laughed. "Keep at it."

"Fine." Rose crossed her arms. "Is it Alice?"

"Nope," Xasha giggled, and her head shook back and forth once.

"Sarah? Jane? Mary?" The hands shook again side to side. Rose sighed again loudly, her hands shooting up to cover the ones over her eyes. She tried to pry them away but they, gently as they could, stayed where they were stubbornly. She quieted, trying to hear. She could hear the soft breathing of whoever it was.

"Who are you?" Rose breathed. She explored the hands with her fingers. They had to be a man's. Long, graceful…hairy? She froze. 'Manly hairy hands' echoed in her head, words long since spoken but blessed to her hears. "Who?!" she cried suddenly, prying at the hands desperately. Her voice was panic stricken. "Please," she cried.

She felt someone behind her bend down, felt warm breath on her neck, her ear. A voice spoke. One word. "Guess." One beautiful word in the voice she only thought she'd ever hear again in her dreams.

She began to cry, pressing her palms against the back of his hands against her eyes. She bent over, joyful sobs racking her body. He bent with her, turning until he was in front of her, hands still on her face. She opened her sorrowful eyes to see the most beautiful sight. He was crouching in front of her in her chair, his hands cupping her face, his eyes wet with unshed moisture.

"Guess who." And his voice tremored with emotion. She could hear how happy he was because she felt the same tone in her heart.

And suddenly she launched herself into his arms. And they became a tangle of crying arms and legs on the main floor of Torchwood. Their tears fell, undistinguishable from each other's. They shared a couple wet, salty kisses, but more than that Rose pressed herself into him as he sprawled out on the floor, laughing. She didn't want a sliver of air between them. She felt complete now. She remembered, though, how it felt to try to live in pieces. She never wanted to know the feeling again. She wasn't sure she could. She was whole now. He kissed her neck Oh, but she was whole. She was sure she'd die if he ever let her go again. Little did she know, he didn't plan to.