Rose Returns

Torchwood

(Rose's pov)

17 years, 9 months since Journey's End (well, at least, that's what it's called in my scrapbook). 17 years exactly since he left. Not The Doctor, but my last piece of him, John(we had agreed to call him that). It may be rude of me to think of him only as a piece of the Doctor, but even after he died, I couldn't love John; he was The Doctor, in a way, but not enough.

Today I came to mourn him.

Exactly 17 years after he passed away.

The day he died, John was having quite the normal day, but we knew it was coming. I mean, if Donna couldn't hold a Time-Lord mind in her body, why could John in his human body? Exactly. He couldn't. That's what made me worry. After only eight and a half months of his short-lived time here, his head started to burn up. Not like a fever, or in flames, but on the inside it was so painful for him. We were all there for him, Mum, Mickey, and me. When he did pass a couple weeks later, we buried him in a closed off part of the land we own.

So today, I mourned him, like I did every year since he died. Of course, I put flowers on his grave each time I visited, and being the cheesy shop girl that I am, I always put a bouquet of roses, one more each year for that he had been dead, on the head of his grave.

Although, I wasn't thinking about John. I couldn't. I kept thinking about whatever it was that Ianto, the head of this Torchwood, had to say to me that was so important. I mean, he knew today was the day he had died, but even so he kept calling me over and over, but I didn't pick up. How could I? I mean, it was Torchwoods' fault that I was trapped here, away from the Doctor, in the first place.

Yet Mickey kept trying to convince me that the two Torchwoods are different, and that this one is for a good cause, but I couldn't help it; I held them responsible for my parting with The Doctor.

So, when Iantos' ring-tone went off on my phone for the millionth time that day, I picked it up, preparing to yell his ear off as hard as Mum would slap his ear off.

"Hello?!"

"Rose? Finally! I have some great ne-"

"I don't want to hear it. You know I don't care for Torchwood, and you need to stop tracking my cell phone number every time I get a new one!

"Now, if you don't mind, STOP CALLING! I swear, if I hear that stupid ring-tone start ONE more time today, I will come down there and break every single Dalek eye-stalk you've ever captured in two! Have ya got that?! I'm trying to MOURN. IN PRIVATE. ON MY OWN LAND. WITH MY OWN PERSONAL CELL PHONE AT MY DISPOSAL!"

"Y-y-yeah Rose, whatever."

To put it, I was pretty pissed off. I hung up and went back to the Tyler Mansion to look through my scrapbook and calm down.