Hey guys I'm super excited to share this new fanfic with please don't be too harsh of a judge since it is my first one. Not Beta'd. Also I'm American so sorry if I insult any of you Brits with my lack of knowledge.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Doctor Who, Torchwood, or the sexy characters in them.

Prologue

Roses POV:

I sat in the middle of the flat I shared with John, the Meta-crisis Doctor. Numbly I reached for my cup of tea my mind still processing what the hospital had called me to say.

"Hello, Is this Rose Tyler?" The man on the line had asked his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Yes that's me. What can I do for you?" I asked naively not understanding just how cruel the world could be.

"This is Saint John's hospital. We are calling to alert you that your husband was in an accident and he didn't make it."

I remember the phone falling out of my hands and clattering to the floor. My John, My Doctor, who had fought aliens across the galaxy, was defeated by a simple car crash.

Now forty years later I stood next to my brother over the graves of my mother and father. My brother who was so much younger yet looked so much older, who despised me for not aging. So after the funeral I left London and went to work for Torchwood 2 in Glasgow, Scotland.

Despite all the alien hunting it was peaceful there, I fit in. My sixty years there were, though not the best years of my life, a close second. If I could've stayed there longer I would've but my time was cut short, when I died.