@intergalacticstarlight from x
After the first year of being unable to find any sign of the Doctor, Rose had decided a new strategy was in order. Instead of finding the Doctor, she would find his former companions. Of course, Mickey, and by extension Martha, had been first on that list. They had been fairly easy to locate, all things considered, after all, Mickey Smith was a creature of habit, and one she knew quite well, or had at one point. She had dropped in at a pub he frequented when she knew a match was on. He had been sitting right in front at the bar. She had actually given him quite the shock. After some explaining, he had taken her home to meet Martha and their two children, aged four and seven. She had stayed with them for about a week, but hadn’t wanted to inconvenience them any longer than that.
She popped in on Sarah Jane and her son Luke as well. They were getting on just fine. Ended up helping them with a case or two while she was in the neighborhood. Still no Doctor to be found. She had tea with Wilfred and Sylvia, catching up on what Donna had been up to and if she was happy. It had only felt right. Plus, it had helped with her missing John.
Eventually, Rose wound up making her way to Cardiff, hoping that Jack would still be around to have a chat, and possibly, at last, help locate the Doctor. The immortal man had been only too happy to welcome her in after seeing her on Torchwood’s security feeds. Of course, he had taken proper measures to confirm her identity, which she had been a bit annoyed at, but saw the necessity regardless.
Jack and Rose had spent the evening catching up, trading stories over woefully ineffective glasses of hypervodka until the wee hours of the morning. By the time the pair finally decided to turn in, even Rose’s augmented alcohol tolerance was starting to falter and she was a bit tipsy. Jack had offered Rose the use of his bed (without him in it, of course) which she had politely declined, electing instead to sleep on the couch in the common area. She had only been asleep about an hour when a clatter by the door and some hushed cursing woke her. Narrowing her eyes, she rolled off the couch and onto her feet in a crouch. Tilting her head, she waited to hear the sound again, wondering if it had just been her imagination or a dream. Then there was another noise, barely noticable if she hadn’t been listening for it, but the hiss of displeasure that followed was unmistakable.
Making her way across the room, around the intruder, Rose tried to get a good look at who it was. Whoever it was, he was much too tall and lanky to be attempting to sneak in the way he was. He kept catching himself on things and almost knocking them down. It was actually quite amusing. Grabbing the nearest tool at her disposal, Rose ensured the blaster was set to stun before carefully aiming it and firing a round off. She raised a brow as the man fell to a slump on the ground. Moving to stand over him, she looked down at his face and for the first time she wondered…
It was only a couple minutes before he started to come around. In that time, she had managed to get him in a pair of handcuffs she had found and sat him down in a chair in the middle of a clear space so he couldn’t try anything tricky. She hadn’t seen fit to wake Jack, at least not yet. Though she knew he was just a couple yards away in the next room, it wouldn’t take much to rouse him.
When his eyes finally opened, she was behind him, the room still dark, cloaked in shadows. When he started to speak, that little suspicion in the back of her mind grew. When his incredulity over being handcuffed came out, she was almost sure. And when he asked her to take his ‘credentials’ from his jacket pocket, she rolled her eyes knowingly.
Moving in closer, careful to keep to the shadows lest she be seen, she reached into his pocket and took the little wallet out. Stepping back once more, she paced behind him, letting the seconds tick by. He had made her wait this long before showing up, might as well have a little fun and get him riled up.
Flipping open the wallet, she wasn’t surprised to find it blank. She knew too much for the paper to even try to make up a lie she might believe.
“Fancy meeting the ‘Inspector General of Torchwood’ at this hour and without any notice…. Didn’t know Torchwood had such a title, and I should know, I was director for a time…” She ‘hmmed’ and dropped the psychic paper on the cement, pacing around to stand in front of him, but still keeping to the shadows. “Who are you really? And know, that I’ll know if you’re lying.”
