The Blonde

Answers Pt 1

Rose pulled her robe on and stepped out of her room. Then stopped. Sherlock was sitting in her chair, hands steepled, resting against his chin. He'd obviously been sitting there for a while.

"Who are you?" he asked.

The question was so absurd she laughed.

"You're the one who broke into my flat and you're asking who I am?" She shook her head. "You already know who I am."

She passed through the living room and into the kitchen. It was too early for whatever game Sherlock was playing and she'd had her fill of games last night. She put the kettle on, but when she turned around she found him blocking the doorway.

"Rose Tyler," he said.

"You already knew that."

"But Rose Tyler doesn't exist."

She laughed.

"Been talking to your brother?"

"Yes. I called him up last night and he told me what he found…or, more precisely, what he didn't find. And it's not just your name. You don't exist. No camera footage, photos, records."

"Well, I must exist otherwise I wouldn't be here," she laughed.

"It's as if you deleted all instances of yourself…no, there's something else. Something I'm missing." He paced as he spoke then he stopped and eyed her. "What am I missing?"

She made a cuppa and thought about offering him one, but after glancing at him realized that he probably wouldn't have answered her. He was in his element. The living room could explode and he wouldn't notice.

He was waiting for an answer, but she decided to let him wait while she picked up her tea, brushed past him, and walked into the living room, sitting on the sofa. He followed her, but didn't sit down. Instead he hovered near her, waiting for her response.

"Well?" he finally asked.

"You're missing everything," she said.

His eyebrows drew together as he stared at her with a half baffled, half indignant look.


"Why don't you sit down," she said, indicating the chair. He took a seat, his eyes never leaving her. She couldn't help smiling at the idea that she'd stumped the famous detective. He hadn't missed everything, of course, just everything important, but it wasn't his fault. People didn't generally jump to conclusions involving parallel worlds. The Doctor would have, but he was an alien. Sherlock was human, definitely not ordinary, but his experiences were limited. "My name, as I told you, is Rose Tyler and I do exist, I just don't exist here, or didn't until the other day."

"Sorry?" Sherlock asked.

She could almost hear the gears turning in his mind. She was going to have to explain it to him the same way she'd explained to Pete, but she knew there were only two possible outcomes. Either he'd think she was completely mad or he'd believe her. She didn't want to lose the only friends she had, but Sherlock deserved the truth and lying to her friends wasn't what she did.

"Imagine there are…parallel worlds. On one world Rose Tyler exists and on another world something kept that from happening. Maybe her dad wasn't born or her mum died before they met. Either way something stopped Rose Tyler from being born."

"Parallel worlds?" he asked and she could hear the disbelief in his voice.

"I know how it sounds." She sighed. Mad. That's what he was thinking. She's mad and any minute he's going to walk out that door and never want to see her again. "If the Doctor was here he could explain it better, but-"

"The Doctor? The one you traveled with?"

"Yeah. He knows all about this stuff. Me, I know some things, but not like him. He's like you, always rattling things off at a hundred kilometers an hour and I'm left trying to figure out what he's talking about. Mind you, I'm better than I was, but still-"

"The Doctor. Is he from…" He shook his head. "Parallel worlds? That's just…it's…I mean, it does make sense. A woman appears out of nowhere, a woman who doesn't exist, that device…sonic device…can be used to recharge batteries, disarm suspects, then there's your phone created with advanced technology, but parallel worlds? They don't exist. It's just not possible!"

He rubbed his face with his hands. He was having a hard time with the idea. She couldn't blame him. Part of him believed her, obviously or he wouldn't be fighting it, but another part, probably that rational part, was wrestling with what he knew to be true and, as far as he was concerned, parallel worlds didn't exist. That was something left to science fiction and not fact.

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