Pairing: 10/Rose, (with a little 9 in later chapters)
Spoilers: This is an AU, Post-Doomsday Reunion Fic. Spoilers include any and all episodes in Series 1-2 of Doctor Who.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, If I did you'd be watching this story on TV
Synopsis: Rose gets a strange visitor who may hold the answers to all she seeks. A romantic Doctor/Rose reunion story, with some action thrown in for good measure.
“Rose Tyler.” The boy clearly stated. “I need to see Rose Tyler.”
The lobby instantly grew unnaturally quiet as the eyes of every staff member within hearing distance instantly focused on Rose. She smiled anxiously, her heart pounding rhythmically in her chest in a familiar combination of apprehension and curiosity. As usual, curiosity won out and she pulled a one-eighty to stare at this outrageous child. How had he gotten her name? This was a top secret facility and she’d never seen this boy before.
“Joe,” Rose’s voice echoed across the white tile towards security. “Let him go for a second.”
“Rose,” Mickey exclaimed as he reached for her arm, missing by inches.
“What are you doing, you don’t know this kid.”
Rose turned her back on the security desk to face her friend. She placed a perfectly manicured forefinger against her lips for a second, effectively shushing him. “I need to know what this is about. It shouldn’t take too long.”
“Yeah, that’s what you always say.” His complaints followed her all the way to Joe and the boy. “I’ll be right back, Mickey. Just wait here a second, Mickey. Don’t use too much paste while you’re waiting for the glitter Mickey. I don’t think so Rose. I’m coming with you. I’m not just back up anymore; I’ve got the gun now.”
“Mickey!” Rose spun neatly on the heels of her expensive pumps and lowered her voice to a whisper; much to the disappointment of their growing audience. “He’s just a little boy!”
“There is no such thing as ‘just’ anything in this place Rose. You need to be careful. Don’t listen to some sob story from this lying kid. You know as well as I do that he isn’t your cousin.”
“Just a second ago you were smiling at the antics of a resourceful little boy and now you think he’s dangerous? Besides, if he has my name he knows something.” Rose countered. “And he might be in trouble.” Rose took a deep breath before continuing. She placed a hand on Mickey’s forearm to sooth his temper. “Look, you don’t need to be protective right now. Half the people in here have guns, some that don’t even need bullets, and this is only going to take a second, yeah?” She smiled brilliantly at him.
Mickey could never say no to that smile. “Fine Rose, but I’m staying close.” Rose tossed up her hands in a silent ‘whatever’ before turning back around to approach the squirming child and his captors.
“Now Joe,” Rose used her most authoritative voice. “What seems to be the trouble here?”
The head of security stuttered for a moment before regaining his composure. “I’m very sorry Miss Tyler; this young man here says he’s your cousin. He insists on speaking with you. His name isn’t on the list and he doesn’t have any parents with him, or even an ID. I didn’t want to bother you with it.”
“It’s all right Joe. You did everything correctly.”
The head of security took a deep breath in relief. “Thank you Miss Tyler.”
Rose looked down at the child still struggling between two security guards she didn’t immediately recognize. At first glance nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He was dressed in a plain brown hoodie with a red T-shirt and blue jeans. While not new, his white trainers showed little sign of wear and didn’t seem to be of any particular name brand. Rose noted with some concern that he’d not dressed for the frigid weather. His nose, ears, cheekbones and hands were all tinged slightly pink, with a sprinkling of light brown freckles beneath the blush. His chestnut hair was a little on the long side and mussed from his resistance; it fell over his eyes and curled around his ears a bit. Rose reached down to smooth the unruly locks away so she could get a better look at his eyes. She almost gasped out loud at what she saw. They were purple, not dark blue, but purple, and had swirling rings of green flowing though the irises like smoke. These were not human eyes, and they stared back at her with unflinching determination. This little man was on a mission.
“Don’t you recognize me Rose?” The boy’s voice was surprisingly mature for one so young. “You came to my birthday party. Don’t you remember?” He reached out to take her hand, his chilly fingers wrapping themselves around her warm ones. His innocence was so convincing the security guards had released him. “My mum had this really great theme, remember? It was Little Red Riding Hood and, “he squeezed her hand tightly, “the Bad Wolf.” Rose did gasp then and looked down into the boy’s impossible eyes. He didn’t say anything further, the child didn’t even open his mouth, but Rose heard the words clearly in her mind.
I have a message for you Rose.