Composed of Nows

[indiana_j]

Title: Composed of Nows, 2/4
Author: indiana_j
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Rose/Jack, Mickey, Pete, Jake, Jackie, Alt!Sarah Jane Smith, Alt!Ianto Jones
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 4,787
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and the characters within, sadly, do not belong to me.
Summary: Sometimes it takes someone else to point out that forever is simply composed of nows.
A/N: Spoilers for all the way through Season Two of DW and sometime in Season One of Torchwood. Many, many thanks to my beta reader aura_wolf who did a fantastic job despite the fact that I flailed at her. A lot. :D This was written for a ficathon and the prompt was fresh flowers. Yeah, I don’t really know how this came to be from the prompt but my head is a strange place.  This is, obviously, AU. :)
Prompt: #27. Fresh Flowers

Part One

 

A tousled head popped up over the banister and stared down with wide, frantic eyes. "You lot are late!" the head hissed. "Miss Jackie is in an uproar!" 

"Of course she is," Rose responded, taking the stairs two at a time, "wouldn't be my mum if she wasn't."  She gripped her boots tightly in one hand and concentrated on not slipping in her socks and cracking her head on the landing. Below her, Mickey, Jake and her dad were all struggling to take their shoes off as well.

Ginny was one of the maids of the Tyler household and had been since even before Jackie and Rose had been stuck on the other side of the Void. She was intelligent enough that Rose knew the other woman understood that there was something very different between the Jackie that was thought dead and the one that reappeared after the Daleks and Cybermen.

But she, like the rest of the loyal staff, hadn't said anything. Rose's mom could be difficult, but in comparison to the one that had been killed in that factory...

The maid stepped back in horror as Rose made it to the top of the steps. "Miss Rose!" she gasped. "What happened?"

Rose didn't need to look and she gave Ginny a cheerful grin. "Business as usual, nothing to worry about!"

"Unless this stuff gets in the carpet," Mickey added as he joined them, Jake and Pete trailing not far behind. “Then you might have a problem.”

There'd been an escaped prisoner at Torchwood Headquarters, but between the four of them they'd managed to lock him into one of the storage rooms so that security could come and put him back where he belonged.

The problem being that Helipoas' tended to spew a gooey, sticky substance in defense. It wasn't deadly and it was mainly used to immobilize their attackers - or prey - which it did very well.  Far too well if Rose had anything to say about it.

By far, Pete had gotten off the lightest. He had gotten some on his trouser legs and shoes, while Rose had pretty much sacrificed one of her favorite shirts to the cause. At one point Mickey had gotten plastered to the wall, escaping by wiggling out of his jacket and Jake... 

Eyes wide as saucers, Ginny stared and Rose squashed the laughter bubbling up. Jake had been stuck to the ceiling in a hallway and they'd spent nearly half an hour getting him down, almost as long as they'd spent chasing that blasted alien around the compound.

When Jake looked like he was going to do something rash, like grab Rose in a bear hug, she quickly interjected, "Right! Mum! The party! Showers!" and took off down the hallway at a full run.

~~

Rose was still in the shower when she heard her mum barrel into the bedroom, shouting at the top of her voice. She rolled her eyes before climbing out, hurriedly wrapping a towel around herself.

"Hold your shirt on!" she yelled back in response, scooping up the TARDIS key from its normal bathroom resting spot. Shaking her head, she managed to get it on and not drop the towel right as Jackie came in.

"Oh, just look at you now," Jackie sighed, hands on her hips. "You're not ready!"

"I will be, mum, promise," Rose rushed to sooth, but she could see it wasn't working. The fact that she had managed a fifteen minute shower at all meant that her dad had probably gotten an earful before Jackie had come hunting her down.

"You will be if I have anythin' ta say about it," came the firm reply and off she vanished into the wardrobe.

Rose sighed and poked her head in after her mum. "Just not the pink one!" she ordered.

"Why not?"

"It's got a great big rip in it. Some sod stepped on it the last time I wore it."

"Some sod" had actually been Mickey but all had been forgiven considering that they'd been seeking cover from enemy fire at the time. Jake had split his trousers clear up the back that time.

For a moment, if Rose closed her eyes and just listened to the sounds of clothing being shuffled through, she was back in the TARDIS' wardrobe room (first left, second right, third on the left, go straight ahead, under the stairs, past the bins, it would the fifth door on her left). The wood pressing against her cheek morphed into a warm, living metal-like substance that purred and talked to her in its own way. And the voice muttering obscenities from deep within was male and slightly alien...

A pair of knickers hit her full on in the face and she stumbled back, startled out of her daydream.

Jackie's head followed. "Go on then, Rose, we haven't all night."

"Yes, mum."

Rose Tyler, Defender of Earth - but Jackie Tyler could kick her arse any day of the week. At least some things never changed.

~~

"Did you know that Rickey reeks?" Sarah Jane asked as she passed over a glass of wine to Rose.

"Ta," she said gratefully, disengaging herself from the obnoxious hanger-on that had wanted her dad's attention and, failing that, had tried to get hers. She wrinkled her nose at Sarah Jane over the merlot. "He what now?"

"Stinks." The older woman slid her arm through Rose's and gently led her from the center of the room. They came upon a door that opened to an empty balcony and slipped through. "Mickey smells a little like something went and died on him."

Rose giggled, nearly snorting wine as she leaned against the railing that ran along the house. She glanced at Sarah Jane out the side of her eye and wondered if it would have been like this back home.

After the news conference, Rose had managed to shake off the reporters, the Torchwood employees, and her family. The Doctor had taught her a lot of things, but Jack was the one who had taught her about redirection.

So she had redirected her way out of that mess and right into a nice cup of coffee (to her eternal disappointment, the national drink of England was no longer tea) in some small, out of the way cafe. The owner had been kind enough to give her a nearly hidden table in the back, away from the windows and the mob that was sure to follow.

With a groan, Rose kicked her shoes off and felt her ankles pop in irritated response. She was meant for trainers, not spiky monstrosities that made her legs wobble with every step. She'd been strapped into an almost severe business suit all morning and once she was certain she wouldn't be followed, she planned on heading right home and burning the bloody thing.

Rose was so fixated on her master plan that she failed to notice the shadow growing over her and her sanctuary as someone approached. A polite cough caused her to jump and curse under her breath as she tried not to spill her drink.

A woman stood a few feet away, a faint smiling playing across her face and Rose felt the world spin away for a moment.

"Sarah Jane Smith?" she breathed, frozen stiff. Her heart beat a strange tempo within her body, echoing sharply in her own ears.

Sarah Jane blinked in surprise and her smile widened. "It's good to see that my reputation proceeds me," she responded. "Especially to those missing heiresses that seem to belong to one Mr. Tyler."

At that, Rose remembered herself. She was no longer Rose Tyler, Doctor's companion who traveled the stars in a Police box. She was simply an errant daughter in a world that was no longer hers, with a good cup of coffee instead of a nice cuppa, and shoes that didn't quite fit.

"My father mentioned you to me," she recovered.

"More like Torchwood mentioned me, complete with warning signs," Sarah Jane responded briskly. "May I?" She gestured at the seat in front of Rose but took it before an answer could come forth. A small recorder found a home next to Rose's forgotten cup of coffee. "Now then, Miss Tyler..."

Rose grimaced. "Please, s'just Rose," she muttered and, surprisingly, Sarah Jane gave her a sympathetic look.

"Not quite used to all of this, are you?"

"Somethin' like that, yeah. What can I do for you then? Suppose you'd like an interview?" She stared at the recorder like it was going to grow legs and run off.

"Something like that, yes." Sarah Jane clicked the on button and leaned further forward, the intense look on her face suddenly explaining exactly why this woman - her other self, anyway - had run alongside the Doctor. "I want the truth, Rose. Not that codswallop that your father spoon fed the others back there. I don't believe for a second that you're a child that was switched at birth and just found or whatever it was, not after Mrs. Tyler's disappearance and reappearance, then."

Rose stared. Sarah Jane stared back. This woman was just as sharp and intelligent as the one back on Rose's proper Earth, traveling through time and space or not. Well, then.

"I'm from another Earth, an alternate reality, yeah?" Rose said as calmly as she could, adopting her first Doctor's blank stare as she scooped up her cup. She'd wanted the truth. "I was travellin' with this man, alien actually, ya see, and got stuck here because a man who could have been my dad knew right when he was needed and, despite having no real ties to me, decided to save my life."

She took a sip.

Sarah Jane blinked and then reached out to shut off the recorder. They stared at each other and Rose was just thinking that the other woman was going to say she was barking mad when Sarah Jane finally responded. "Tell me more about this man?" she asked softly, and there was such longing in her eyes that something in Rose responded in kind.

"Off the record?"

"Off the record and I'll even buy you another coffee to sweeten the deal."

"Care to come back to us?" Sarah Jane asked gently, touching Rose on the shoulder. "You've that look about you again."

"What look?"

"The one that looks to the stars when you don't think anyone's watching." 

Rose shook herself. It was glorious having someone here, besides certain Torchwood staff, that knew the truth.  But it was now going on five years and, for the most part, she was living a fantastic life - she needed to stop watching those stars for someone who would never fall out of them again.

It didn't mean she didn't miss the Doctor, or Jack, or the TARDIS. She couldn't forget them even as she forged her own life in this brave, new world. She had to be careful; she had to cling to that with every shred of her being.

"So, what gives?" she asked, turning back. "Didn't just bring me out here ta talk about Mickey's scent, didja?"

Sarah Jane smirked and held up her hand to show off the knuckles. Rose gasped as she took in the bruising and cracked skin. "Someone tried to break into my house," came the calm explanation. "Got into the kitchen before I found him."

"You could have been hurt!"

Shrewd eyes flicked to Rose's knee and the younger woman blushed. "How's the wound? No limping and yet it's only been a few days..."

"The bullet just grazed me," Rose lied and they both dropped it.

Continuing now, Sarah Jane said, "He dropped something on his way out - an article of you."

Rose swallowed. It was probably another wannabe stalker or reporter who was jealous that Sarah Jane got all the good stories. Or it could be something much worse.

"I'll tell dad and he'll look into it," she promised and then smiled, trying to break the tension that had floated up. "Mickey doesn't really smell, does he?"

"Oh, you need to come and smell this..."

~~

The bullet had actually shattered her kneecap, going straight through the skin and bone. She'd felt various tendons snap and roll back, receding like a broken elastic band. It had bounced around, chewing everything up that it could find before exiting out the back.

She hadn't even been able to find the breath to scream as another bullet followed the first, this time aiming much higher.

When the others found her, she'd been pulling herself up a flight of stairs, covered in her own blood. She'd given them the line about being grazed as well and had avoided any helping hands.

No one bought it. Not that time, not the time before that and not the time after that. 

~~

Knocking on the office door, Rose didn't wait for an answer before slipping in. Pete glanced up from behind his desk and gave her a grin before he pointed to the phone and held up one finger.

Moving quietly, she headed over and dropped dinner - curry for him, fish and chips for her - on his desk. She settled in the comfortable chair across from him, kicked off her sensible shoes, and dug in.

She unabashedly watched him as he worked, handing him a chip when he was able to put the caller on mute. Five years was nothing compared to what her dad would have had if he hadn't died, but it was more than Rose and the other Pete Tyler had ever been given.  A few months before he died and then that ill fated day where she'd nearly ended the world. Precious memories, but ones that hadn't, surprisingly, gotten in the way of this Pete and her tentatively forging a relationship.

Him saving her life probably had a big thing to do with it - he hadn't torn her away from the Doctor, he'd saved her life. She'd be gone, completely, if it hadn't been for him, and after the Doctor had managed to contact her, she'd made her decision then to at least try. 

It hadn't been easy, even with Jackie (and sometimes especially) helping it, but it had grown in fits and starts. And Rose now could say she loved him without second guessing herself, and he could answer to dad without flinching.

It was a good, solid base and something else to cling to in this life of hers.

Setting down the phone, Pete sighed and rubbed his eyes. "If they ever offer you a desk job," he told her sternly, "run."

She giggled and shoved his curry towards him. "Here, before you nick all my chips." While he opened his dinner up, she tucked into hers and they ate in companionable silence for a little while. Quiet time was not something that was easily found in the Tyler house, not with Toby and his five year old self running around and causing trouble. A sign, Jackie had said, of a true Tyler.

After a while, she broke the silence. "Any luck?" Rose asked, tossing the empty container into the bin.

Pete grimaced, shaking his head. "Not on who he was, anyway. We know he was male but all of Sarah Jane's cameras had been turned off, probably by the man in question. We did get some readings, though, from the area after the fact." He brought out a slim folder and handed it over to Rose to read while he finished his curry, though he kept glancing up at her.

Rose frowned and read it twice through before peering at Pete. "The readings are sayin' this bloke isn't an alien, but ain't quite human either?" she asked, tone disbelieving. "But that's like..." She stopped herself when she noticed she'd crumpled the folder up in her hands.

"Yeah, sweetheart, I know," Pete said softly, worry and concern radiating off of him.

"Oh, shit."

~~

It was a Saturday. It was seven in the morning. And Rose was at work.

She muttered crankily to herself as she stomped into her office, tossing purse and jacket onto one chair while she drained her coffee cup dry in one go. Her plans had been to sleep in, try to make a good cuppa (probably unsuccessfully but she'd sworn she'd keep trying until she did it), and then enjoy a lazy weekend with no obligations outside of visiting the family at the house.

Though she had a room and clothes at the house, she actually had her own flat - much to Jackie's eternal irritation. But after Toby was born, Rose had decided rather quickly that a nice, quiet flat was the perfect thing for her.

But her weekend plans had vanished when she'd been handed a project whose deadline had been pushed up to the following Monday. If she wanted to get it done, she had little choice but to come in on the weekend.

Sighing a sigh of the damned, she settled in at her desk and pulled out the paperwork. Rose grimaced.

"Might as well."

"Might as well what, Miss Tyler?"

Rose was out of her chair with her sidearm almost all the way out of the holster before she realized she knew the person hovering in the hallway outside her office. Ianto Jones looked apologetic as he stepped a little further in and she slumped back down, the chair squeaking in protest.

"I'm goin' ta put a bell on you," she warned fiercely, head lolling back against the headrest. "And a GPS system."

A faint smile played along his face. "My apologies, Miss Tyler.  I thought you heard me coming."

She grimaced at him. "When will you start callin' me Rose?"

"Perhaps when you finally get us firmly established down in Cardiff?" he responded, trying to sound helpful.

It had started out as a pipe dream - a team of her own in a new branch of Torchwood. But after a few years in the field and promotion after promotion, her father (and the rest of the high muckity mucks in Torchwood) had decided her request wasn't such a bad idea.

With some help from Sarah Jane, Rose had done her research into the history of Cardiff in this world and like everything else, there were small differences right next to the big ones. With no Doctor, or Rose, mucking about in the time line, a young servant girl working for Mr. Sneed, the local undertaker, had quietly suffered from her clairvoyant visions but had never had the chance to open the potential rift.

No Gelth, no walking dead, no Rift. But also no dead Gwyneth, either, and Rose decided she could take her victories where she could.

But it hadn't meant that Cardiff was completely in the clear. Instead of the Rift running through it, it seemed to have been the home to a Void tear. It had closed with the rest of the openings thanks to the Doctor, but weird things still happened around Cardiff and Torchwood had decided it would be a perfect place for another base of operations.

Ianto Jones was just one of the people Rose had been authorized to acquire in her staff-making decisions.

She waved Ianto off, laughing a little. "What is it, Ianto? I doubt this is a social call."

He nodded, any of the subtle teasing fading away from his face. "There, ah, seems to be an intruder in the building, Miss Tyler." Handing over a hand held video camera, he continued. "He managed to bypass all the normal security measures, ma’am, almost as if he knew they were going to be there. But he didn't get around all of them."

Rose nodded absently as she switched it on. After all the problems they'd gone through, Mickey had forced Torchwood to upgrade (up, up, upgrade) their security measures. Layers upon layers might have made it a bit of a pain in the arse to get in the building as an employee but it had saved their skins more than once.

The video recording she held now was one of the ones hidden around the building in various sectors and Ianto was one of the ones that had direct feed to it on his computer. It hadn't caught much, mostly a blur of movement, but it was enough. 

"That's no bloody employee," she sighed, tossing it underhanded back to Ianto. It vanished into a deep pocket and his hand was now cradling a firearm.

"Hardly not. He seems to have been heading towards the file room on level five."

"Remind me what's in there again?" Rose asked, unholstering her own weapon. Five years ago, a younger Rose who still had her Doctor would have frowned and balked.

No sonic screwdriver, no Doctor, different Rose.

Ianto shrugged one shoulder and let her go in front, an action that warmed her slightly. A man as skilled as Ianto didn't let just anyone take the lead.

"Various personnel folders, mostly. The personnel department has taken over most of that storage area."

Rose frowned and looked over her shoulder, jaw set. "That includes stuff on me, yeah?"

His eyes widened just a touch in response.

"Thought so." The cursing that followed caused poor Ianto's eyes to widen even further.

~~

They'd ended up splitting up - there were two ways of getting to that file room (if one didn't count the air duct and Rose had factored that in: the bloke they'd seen on camera looked far too big to squash himself up there) and two of them. Rose ran along the smooth wall of the Torchwood building, her shoulder just touching it, with her gun pointed out and down.

There was no doubt in her mind that this was the one that'd been at Sarah Jane's house, the one with the weird readings. She'd already alerted Pete who was scrambling not only Rose's team, but also the security that was in the building - the ones that weren't knocked out or locked in various rooms of the Torchwood Headquarters, that was.

Rose was sorely tempted to beat this man over the head with her gun, regardless of the ethics, just out of spite.

She stopped at a corner and cautiously peered around. "Ianto?" she breathed softly into her mouth piece.

"Miss Tyler?"

"The door to the folder room is open," she informed him, checking to make sure the safety on the gun was off. It was. "I'm goin' in - where are you at?"

There was a pause and then he said a word that she didn't know he knew. "I'm going to have to double back," came the terse reply.

Rose blinked and frowned in concern. "What's happened?"

"It appears our guest has sealed the door shut. The handle has been slagged."

She pinched the bridge of her nose hard. There was no way Ianto was going to get through that door unless he took it off the hinges - it had been designed to resist gun blasts.  It'd be faster if he ran around to the entrance on her side what with the whole lack of sonic screwdriver thing. "Be fast, Ianto, I'm still goin' in."

"Yes, ma'am."

Grumbling under her breath, she slipped down the hall and then cautiously through the door. Gripping the gun in both hands, she paused at the sound of a muffled noise - someone quietly shutting file drawers from the sound of it.

Righteous anger bloomed in her chest. They weren't stupid enough to leave her real background in some personnel file but it was the principal of the matter. Someone was going to great lengths to dig up dirt on her background and she wanted to know why and who.

Two rows down and she found herself pointing the gun at the back of a man rifling through various records. Glancing over, she noted he'd gotten to the 'S' portion - Mickey, she thought with a mental snarl and aimed the gun. With the Webley being double action, it not only saved her time but there was no give away sound of the hammer being cocked back

"Hands where I can see 'em," she snapped, her irritation spilling into her words unchecked. Rose watched as the intruder raised his hands slowly above his head and she eyed his jacket from a distance. It was thick enough that she had no idea if he was carrying or not, but she was going to keep on acting like he was.

When she was satisfied, Rose continued, "Now, turn around - slowly - and no fast moves."

There was a chuckle – warm, liquid and searingly familiar - as he turned. "Sweetheart, that's really all I have." He finished and eyed her, an eyebrow raised. "More than the empty-headed debutante, then," he murmured to himself.

Rose's world dropped away from her with a roaring noise. "Jack?" she whispered and her own voice sounded a million miles away from her.

It wasn't possible. The Jack Harkness she'd known had been born in the 51st century and his 'double' should not be in this timeline. It had been disconcerting enough to run into alternate versions of the people from the correct time:  Sarah Jane, Rickey before he'd died, even Sharren from the old Estates. She blinked but he was still standing there, looking just as disconcerted now as she felt.

"How do you know my name, Rose?" he asked slowly, hands still hovering in the air.

She tightened her grip on the gun as her palms started to get slick, stopping the tiniest of tremors from affecting her aim.

This man was not her Jack Harkness. He wasn't the one who'd rescued her in the middle of the blitz; not the one that had turned 'better with two' into 'better with three'; not the one that had taught her that outrageous dance that had resulted in them all getting arrested on the planet of Hoath.

Rose gave him a smirk and shrugged, deciding to tell the truth. He wouldn't believe it anyway and the faster she got this over with, the faster they could figure out who this man really was. "So there I was, yeah? Miles above London, durin' the blitz, Union Flag all over my chest, hangin'..."

"From a barrage balloon," the man across from her cut in suddenly, arms dropping limply to his side. He was staring openly at her now. "I had a tractor beam and an invisible Chula ship, some champagne..."

The gun wavered in her hand and she slowly lowered it. "Where did you keep your TARDIS key?" she whispered urgently, and he instantly grinned despite the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.

"Used to keep it on a chain until it got caught around a tree limb once. After that, well, it's better you don't know."  Tears of her own were streaking down her face as he winked at her.

It could be a trap but Rose's instincts were telling her it wasn't. She remembered the time Jack had fallen out of the tree and the chain around his neck had gotten caught, nearly choking him before it had finally given way. After that, well, it was better that no one really wanted to know where it'd been kept - the Doctor had insisted on getting him some sanitizer.

Jack didn't start moving until the safety was clicked back on. And then he was only a foot away, arms reaching to draw her in close, when Rose heard footsteps behind her.

Twisting around, she saw Ianto slide around the corner and her heart skipped a beat because in an instant she knew what he must be seeing:  Jack stepping closer; Rose's face tear streaked and her gun lowered.

Ianto wasn't just a crack shot, he was fast. And deadly and he was currently assuming he was facing down a threat to his supervisor.   

And friend.

The shot echoed off the walls of the room around them, the heavy scent of gunpowder filtering in the air, and then there was cursing - loud, panicked cursing.

The gun Rose was carrying hit the ground with a loud thud, her hands spasming with pain. It had only taken one half step to the right to get in between Jack and the bullet meant for his heart. Half a step, no thinking involved.

She found herself being gently lowered to the ground and stared up into Jack's disbelieving eyes. He was murmuring words to her, his voice breaking, "I can't die, you little idiot" over and over again until it faded, replaced by a white noise that blanketed everything.

And then...nothing.

Comments

[gwynevere1.livejournal.com]

Hi. Again. I saw where you had responded to another comment, saying that the second chapter was up, so I came over here.

I had expected Jack to take the bullet, leading to Rose discovering his immortality, assuming that it still works in this dimension, without having to go through an awkward period of Jack being a noble dumbass and attempting to hide his immortality from Rose.

Now, I'm wondering if Rose is also immortal, which is why she took the bullet. If so, I see you hinted at it previously by mentioning that Rose had been shot before--but I had guessed those were just not critical wounds. Although, if that's the case, I'm also now wondering how you are going to explain why the Doctor wasn't bothered by or didn't detected Rose's immortality, like he did with Jack.

[indiana-j.livejournal.com]

*griiiiins* I'm suddenly glad I decided to write all the chapters together so you'll be able to find out what's going on tomorrow. ;)

Ah, Jack - I completely stole his moment of noble dumbarrary there, poor thing. *grins*

[space-monkey52.livejournal.com]

*panics* But... But... You can't leave it there!!! What happens next?!

[indiana-j.livejournal.com]

*giggles* I'm mean, I know. Tomorrow morning, next part!

Man, this is my first multi-parter - I'm almost as on edge as you guys and I know what happens! (Also? Best LJ name EVER.)

[space-monkey52.livejournal.com]

Yay! It drives me crazy when I really get into a fic and then I have to wait forever for the next part. One fic is passing the 2 month mark...

You're also doing really great on this. No itty-bitty posts and a excellent story. I really can't wait to see where this goes. It has a ton of potential.

(Thank you. I do love my SN. Plus I'm a space science major so it sort of fits. :P )

[indiana-j.livejournal.com]

Oohhh yeah, I've got a few of those as well. It's worse when they hit cliffhangers and you're all "...noooo!".

Aww, thank you! I actually got struck by a bolt of genius today and added a bit more onto the end. *laughs* I want it to be Sunday so I can post the last bit!

[gingernut2412.livejournal.com]

ah, enticing...me want more!

[indiana-j.livejournal.com]

Tomorrow morning! *grins* Glad you're enjoying it so far.

[dark-aegis.livejournal.com]

Oooh. So Rose takes the bullet. Jack's robbed of his chance to be all noble and self-sacrificing. And Ianto's the one who pulled the trigger. Jack really does have this habit of making his team people shoot him. I look forward to tomorrow's installment!

[indiana-j.livejournal.com]

Oh Jack, it's like he has a walking "Shoot me" sign on him, sometimes. Yay, people are excited for more! *grins*

[wendymr.livejournal.com]

You know, you really should have posted this on available_very. I would have missed it if not for who_daily!

I really thought you were going to end this chapter before Rose and Jack actually met. And then they met, and I thought you'd end it before they worked out who each other was. And then you did what you did and I'm AARRGHH!!

Very well done, having them work it out - it makes total sense for Rose to tell the truth not expecting it to mean anything to him. And then for him to know, and feed the rest of the story back to her. Brilliant. And now I dislike Ianto more than ever. But I am guessing that Rose is immortal; you certainly hinted at it with that gunshot story.

By the way, is Sarah-Jane from our universe too? It sounds as if she knew the Doctor.

Looking forward to more!

[indiana-j.livejournal.com]

...whoops, I thought I had! My bad since I put the first section up there. *sheepish* I'll go back and put it up there...

*giggles* You have to love when authors are like "Yes! Our readers want to shake us!"...

Hee and thank you - I just imagined her doing it in the tone of "let's get this over with and...oh crap you know this story!".

She's Alt!Sarah Jane but I always thought of it as...things resonant. She's never met the doctor but the Idea of the doctor made her yearn for things she didn't understand.

Glad you're looking it so far!

[kattahj.livejournal.com]

Yay! This keeps getting better and better. I love what you're doing with Rose.

[indiana-j.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much! I was a bit surprised at how much longer this section was but no one seems to mind...*grin*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bounce_/]

I'm really, really liking this.

[indiana-j.livejournal.com]

Squeee, that means a lot, thank you. :D

[truecat.livejournal.com]

ahhhh so fantastic!

[indiana-j.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you're enjoying - next segment shall be up soon!

[dimestore-hippy.livejournal.com]

*squee* they meet! -reunite? Whichever.... yay!

[indiana-j.livejournal.com]

*giggles* It's a great meeting...for all of two minutes. ;) Poor Rose and Jack.