Chapter 4: Loss
Rose opened her eyes and looked around tiredly. It was dark, but she could tell that she was on the couch in the HUB of Torchwood 3. How had she gotten there? The last thing she remembered was being at that warehouse… and being shot at. She bolted upright.
Hearing the voice she turned to her left, then saw the Doctor sitting in an armchair.
“Doctor,” she said silently. “Why are we in the dark?” For some reason she had a really bad feeling and being in the dark wasn’t helping. The Doctor moved slightly and a table lamp switched on, illuminating the room slightly, including the Doctor’s face. It didn’t betray any emotion, but she could tell that something was wrong. Maybe she could see it in his eyes, or she simply knew him too well.
“What happened?” she asked, already dreading the answer.
“I’m sorry, Rose,” he said, getting up and sitting down beside her before taking her hand.
Rose looked down at their hands, then slowly up at his face. For a moment she hesitated. She didn’t want to ask any more questions. She was sure that she didn’t actually want to know the answer. The Doctor held her gaze, not saying anything, as if he knew what she was thinking.
“Gwen?” she finally asked, her voice shaky. He shook his head.
Rose eyes widened. “But… Jack, he can’t actually die. I mean, he came back…”
“This Jack wasn’t like the Jack back home,” the Doctor said, interrupting her. “He never met us, never was on Satellite Five, and was never brought back to life by Bad Wolf. He’s not immortal, Rose. I am sorry.”
Rose stared at the Doctor, unable to comprehend or accept what he was saying.
“But he can’t be dead,” she mumbled as tears started to well up in her eyes. The concept of Jack being immortal was so… right. He was simply larger than life. No, he couldn’t just be gone. They needed him, Gwen needed him! Oh god, Gwen. Rose jumped up at the thought of her friend who had been so obviously in love with Jack.
“Gwen! Where is she?”
“The morgue,” the Doctor said silently.
With the mention of the word morgue tears started to run down Rose’s cheeks. That made it sound so… final.
“I have to go… talk to her.” That said she rushed off. She didn’t actually know where the morgue was, but she’d find it somehow. She had to. Gwen needed her.