Rose and Mycroft
Rose slid her new mobile into her pocket. Her old phone didn't get a signal in this universe. It would've happened even if it was the superphone, which was what she called the phone that the Doctor did some, in his words, jiggery pokery to so she could call her mum from anywhere or any time. Only, anywhere didn't include other universes.
New universe, new mobile. Although she couldn't use her old phone she was glad she'd found a charger that would work so she could access the pictures. Those pictures were all she had left of her family.
She glanced at her watch, not new, but she had to replace the battery and reset the time. That jump though the crack wiped it out. Two in the afternoon. Not much shopping left to do and if she didn't have to do anymore in a long time it'd be too soon.
She still had to run by the market and pick up some things for herself and Mrs. Hudson. When Sherlock's…no, she correct, their landlady said she needed to run to the market Rose thought it'd be best to keep her at the flat. Safer. So, she told Mrs. Hudson since she had to run by the bank and do a little shopping of her own she'd run by the market as well.
Of course it wasn't the bank she needed to run by. It was the nearest cash machine. She was glad she'd brought the sonic with her, otherwise she'd be broke as well as unemployed. Rose stepped out of the shop to find a well dressed man in his late thirties to early forties standing next to the open door of a black sedan. He gave her a smile, but a business sort of smile. Nothing cheery and welcoming about it.
"I'd like a word, Ms. Tyler," he said.
How the hell did he know who she was? She hadn't been on this world for more than twenty-four hours and there were few people she'd met outside of Sherlock, John, and Mrs. Hudson. She hesitated, deciding the best course of action was to keep her distance until she found out what he wanted.
"I'm sorry, have we me?" she asked.
"No, but we both have someone in common."
The first name that popped into her head was Moriarty, but this bloke wasn't Sherlock's nemesis. John had shown her a picture from an old paper when Moriarty had been put on trial and was going by a different name. She glanced over his clothes again. Posh. Very posh. He wasn't the hired gun sort. No, he was the snap fingers and everyone jumps type.
"And?" she asked.
"And I'd like a word."
She could see his growing irritation. People didn't question him, but she wasn't about to climb into some strange bloke's car. She caught movement to her right. A well muscled man in a three piece suit was standing next to the shop she'd just exited. He had an earpiece. She glanced over the car again. Government. What the hell did the government have to do with Sherlock Holmes?
"So, talk," she said.
"I'd rather go somewhere more private."
"I'm sure you would, but if you think I'm going anywhere with someone I don't even know you're wrong and you ought to tell that bloke behind me to back off because if he takes another step towards me I'm going to start screaming and I'm sure the last thing you want is to cause a scene."
His eyes narrowed, but he closed the car door.
"Very well," he snapped, striding toward her.
She stood her ground. She refused to be intimidated by anyone, least of all a pompous government bureaucrat.
"What's your game?" she asked.
"You've obviously been watching me otherwise you wouldn't have known where I was."
He stared at her for a moment as if he was deciding what to say.
"Who are you?" he finally asked.
"Rose Tyler, but you already knew that or you wouldn't have addressed me as Ms. Tyler."
"Who are you really?"
"You call yourself Rose Tyler, but Rose Tyler doesn't exist."
So, Rose Tyler didn't exist on this world. Good, in a way because she wouldn't be bumping into a parallel version of herself, but bad if anyone was to do a background check like this bloke must have. Why was he checking up on her?
"I must exist otherwise I wouldn't be standing here."
"Unless you're using an alias."
"An alias? What do you think I'm some sort of spy or something?"
"Possibly," he replied.
He was serious.
"And just who would I be spying on?"
He thought she was spying on Sherlock. Why would he even care? Who was…and then she realized who he must be.
"Mycroft?" she asked.
His eyes widened, but only for a moment.
"Very good, Ms. Tyler."
"I've heard of overprotective families, but this is going a bit overboard."
"If you'll excuse me," she said walking away.
"Ms. Tyler," he demanded, starting to follow her.
She rounded on him.
"Look, I get that you care about your brother. That's good, but I'm not going to have you following me around questioning who I am. My name's Rose. Rose Tyler. It's not an alias. It's my name. I'm not going to be part of this creepy little stalker game you've got going on with Sherlock. If you care about him. If you really want to help then I suggest you use all the surveillance you've obviously been using to watch me and find that psycho who's decided to target your brother and his friends. Or is that too much to ask?" she demanded, then she turned on her heels and strode down the street.
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