Hello!
This is my first Dr Who fic, and I'm not really sure what I'm doing. I'm not a native english speaker, so all mistakes are my own.
And of course, I don't own anything or make any money by writing this.

Chapter One

In my darkest hours I could not foresee
That the tide could turn so fast to this degree
Can't believe my eyes
How can you be so blind?
Is the heart of stone, no empathy inside?
Time keeps on slipping away and we haven't learned
So in the end now what have we gained?

Within Temptation - Our Solemn Hour

Agent Tyler was a chameleon. Mostly so, because no one expected her to be anything else than a young and clueless girl. They'd be surprised to know about the steel within her, the strength in her core and they'd not expect those big, dark eyes to see all that they saw. Of course, she often used her looks to her advantage when it suited her – to get information, to enchant someone, pretending to be everything she wasn't. She was still young and pretty, just not stupid. No, she was rather clever, but men rarely looked that far, which, in her line of work, could be both an advantage and a disadvantage. Snickers behind her back, people thinking she was too pretty to be that good (but really, she didn't care, because she was, in fact, just that good), higher-ups not taking her seriously. Worked wonders when going undercover though. Oh well, as she usually laughed, one could not get it all.

She'd been young when she was orphaned. Her father died when she was seven – memories of him still lingered, few but precious. And her mother; her beloved, dear mother, had died of an aggressive cancer when she was nine. All alone in the world, no close relatives, grandparents dead, parents without siblings, she was placed in foster care. She was lucky, that she was, because she got to stay with the Harkness family, where she met Jack. She was ten, he was twenty and no longer lived at home, but his parents missed something and had taken her in. She adored him with all the fire and adoration of a child, and he was her hero. They loved each other, as simply as that. He called her his English Rose, and she'd laugh at that and slap him playfully on the arm. When he was just a few years past twenty, he started to work for the Torchwood agency. They did all sort of things, secret agent things, he had told her with a wink. And she had joined him there. Of course, first time she said she wanted to work there too, he had just laughed, she was but a child then. Instead of being offended, she had worked on her own; she had taken material arts classes, and worked hard on her other skills, language and such. And she had gotten there, young as she was; she was clever, resourceful and stubborn. No one knew about her connection to Jack though, they'd agreed to keep it a secret, didn't want people to speak of favouritism of any kind, and it was for their own safety too, in a way. To keep ones personal life private and secret, so that the one closest could not be used in any way.

It was a random, grey Tuesday in April and Rose really, really wished her break would come soon. She glanced at the big clock on the wall and nope, one hour and a half to go. She silently sighed. Working undercover could be exciting and thrilling with constant rushes of adrenaline, or just plain old boring, like now. She worked at a café in a small town outside of London, keeping eyes out for a certain criminal who frequented the café – sometimes not alone. She was supposed not to get involved, just watch, maybe listen if the possibility arose, and take notes of the people he met. She knew the job was important, and that she had been chosen because of the fact that she did not look like an agent of some kind, she rather looked like a young girl just out of school, working her first job, eager to do her best. In all honesty, she did not mind working at the café, it was mostly a rather relaxed job and the regulars were a bunch of sweethearts – at least most of them. What she did miss though, was working out and people she knew. Jogging and some workout in the apartment she currently stayed in just wasn't the same as the gym at Torchwood. Now she didn't have many friends, but she did miss her best friend Martha terribly. She was a medical student, on her way to become a full-fledged doctor, very devoted to her studies, and Rose always encouraged her. She wasn't really fond of Marthas' family, her mother and sister was a bit too snobby for Roses taste, but still, one only has one pair of parents. And she missed Jack, him grinning wickedly at her, joking and telling the most outrageous stories. And she missed Jacks parents – Frank and Alice – and she even missed Mickey, Marthas' boyfriend. She missed her own apartment too, and her little garden, her own bed. Sure, Rose loved to travel all around Britain – or the world really - but once in a while she enjoyed being at that place she was able to call home, just recharging in her comfort zone. She shook her head and started to sweep the floor. The criminal she was watching (Mr Pierce, if that was his real name or not, she wasn't sure and she wasn't very interested to know either) usually visited the café on Tuesdays so she'd better be mentally prepared to take notes, since writing on a paper with him there would have been a tad bit too obvious and suspicious. Very suspicious. She slowly but carefully swept the floor, it wasn't really necessary at the moment but it was something to do and at least she looked a bit busier if someone entered. Quietly humming to a song playing on the radio, she cleaned some of the tables a little extra, puffed up some of the pillows on the armchairs in the corners, and changed flowers on one of the tables before she was satisfied with her work. Then she went to the bathroom, washed her hands carefully and let her long, blonde hair loose for a little while, shaking her head before she re-did her high ponytail. She watched her image in the mirror and grinned at herself before she walked back to the counter, waiting for customers to arrive.

Lunchtime was the busiest time of the day, and Rose, quite frankly, enjoyed that time the most. Work became hectic and she didn't have time to ponder, no, she had to work and she liked that. But of course, her target had arrived in the middle of the rush. Luckily he seemed to be alone today, drinking his coffee and reading the newspaper like he was just another guy next door – he certainly did have the looks for it. Blue eyes, short and dark blonde hair, medium height, medium build, he simply looked like anyone. "Appearances are deceiving," she thought with a mental snort. You quickly learned that in her line of work, or you didn't last long. The flow of people slowly died down, the worst rush was over, when the bell happily chimed and the door opened for yet another customer. She did not look up, but placed some newly made sandwiches in the bakery counter. And then she rose up, and looked to her right with a friendly smile in place. And lazily Jack strode towards her, confidence high, as if he owned the place – with that air of arrogance that only he could pull of that well. Rose did not react externally, but her mind reeled. Jack was here – not alone, she registered somewhere in the back of her mind – and he knew she was on a mission, they did, after all, talk with each other – and that must mean that he was on a mission too. So she just smiled at him and he smiled back, a sparkle in his blue eyes.

"Good afternoon and welcome sir, what can I get you today?" She cheerfully asked him as he leaned over the counter, chin in hand, and he winked at her.

"How 'bout your number, darlin'?" He answered with a cocky grin and tilted his head with that Don Juan-smile in perfect place.

"Hmm.. I'll think about it. Maybe, if you're lucky" she said with a teasing smile.

"Aww, what do you want a poor bloke to do? I could recite poems for you! Shall I compare thee to a summer's day…?" Here he was rudely interrupted by his companion who – not so very gently – slapped his shoulder.

"Just order something already!" He said gruffly. Rose looked at Jacks company for the first time and evaluated him quickly in her head. Male, older than Jacks thirty-two but not yet forty, short, cropped dark hair, icy and piercing blue eyes, slightly taller than Jack but muscular, and according to his accent he hailed from the north. Sharp features, a rather large nose, a not so very happy look on his face. This could've been an assignment for Jack, but the simple sentence he'd told her was enough for her to know that this man worked with Jack, undercover, and wasn't Jacks target for the mission. Rose and Jack hade a secret language, sort of. It was more like codes, to use when undercover, in case they met each other and could communicate. It was their secret, and no one needed to know about it. That Shakespearean phrase told her that he was undercover, and in company with whoever accompanied him.

"Fine fine, you spoilsport" Jack laughed merrily. "I'll have coffee and a piece of that delicious-looking blueberry pie."

"Right away!" Rose poured him a cup of coffee and cut him a slice of the pie, and shot him a flirty smile as he paid for the snack. He winked at her as he sauntered away and sat down at the same table that Mr Pierce was sitting. Ah, so he somehow had the same target as her. Her mission was the observers, he got the mission with a bit more action, it seemed. Rose wasn't bothered by it, Jack was her senior after all – he had a great deal more experience than her. He probably got this mission recently, perhaps her observations and the information she sent to HQ had been helping. She hoped so, knowing that her notes helped was a good feeling. She turned her head and smiled at the man with the gruff northern voice, and he eyed her carefully, like he suspected something. And then, under his icy stare, she felt a slight tension build up in her abdomen, and heat rising slightly in her face. "What the hell?!" She thought, almost in panic. She shifted her weight from her right foot to her left, trying to ignore the feeling she wasn't all too familiar with. Sure enough, Rose wasn't all that innocent, she had had boyfriends – a few – but it was so rare for her to be attracted to someone, only really happened once in a blue moon. And she'd only been with guys her own age, not someone this much older than her.

"I'll have tea," he interrupted her thinking, "something strong will be fine. Hm... Got something edible with bananas?" His facial expression changed a little, he actually almost smiled at her. The heat inside of her intensified tenfold and she cursed colourfully at that inside of her mind.

"You're in luck, we do actually have a cake with bananas," she said without showing her inner turmoil, and she kept smiling as she fetched a cup and made him some tea – earl grey – and took a plate with a fresh banana cake and placed it in front of him. He silently paid and thanked her before he joined Jack and Mr Pierce at the table in the corner. Not willing to keep dwelling on that man and her deceitful body's reaction, she shut her mind off and went for a cloth, and started to polish the counter with a venegeance.

There, first chapter done. And I wanted some space here and there but alas, the editor does not like me.
Hope you enjoyed it =)

/Lady Tisala