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26 April 2010 @ 11:31 pm
Doctor Who - When a Twin Becomes a Nuisance - FRT - #23 (a creek)  

Title:  When A Twin Becomes a Nuisance
Author:   jedimasterstar
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters:  Rachel Tyler (OFC), Rose Tyler, Jackie Tyler
Genre:  Drama
Rating: FRT
Prompt: #23 – a creek @ story_lottery
Summary: All Rachel wanted to do was be left alone. Too bad her twin won’t let her.
Spoilers: Pre-Rose. Slight references to past and future episodes.
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,127
Disclaimer: I do not own Rose (thank goodness) or Jackie. Or Doctor Who. Just own Rachel.
A/N:  This has been something that has been pestering me for a while. I always wondered what would happen if Rose had a twin. Sure, I’ve seen the younger sibling fics, but nothing about a twin. So I decided to give it a try. Hope you all like!


“Rachel?! Where are you?” came the shrill cry that she knew was her twin. Sometimes that girl did not know when to leave her alone.

Staring back at the creek, she replied, “Next to the creek, Rose!” The creek was her favorite place to hide when she wanted to be alone. She had enough to worry about. She even told her mum she wanted to be left alone! Of course, Rose never seemed to want to do that. It would have went against her personality – what’s left of it.

Coming out from behind a tree was a blonde hair, brown eyed girl who was technically her opposite. “There you are! What are you doing here?” demanded Rose as she stood next to Rachel.

“I don’t see how that is any of your business,” responded Rachel. She and Rose never got along, not even when they were younger. They were fraternal twins – for the most part. While Rose had blonde hair and brown eyes (from their father), Rachel had blonde hair and hazel eyes (from their mum). Even their facial features were different, but she would go into that.

But as she looked over her little creek, Rachel knew what really differed between them was their personalities. While she had a mellower, observant personality, Rose was a wild child – a force of nature that would not be controlled. Their mother Jackie gave up trying to keep Rose in line, in the end causing the younger girl to get into more trouble than she was worse. Now, Rose was over-her-head in debt, causing her to run home for help. Mum got her a job at Henrick’s to get the young woman to be more responsible and pay her own bills. Amazingly, it was working for the most part.

Rachel, on the other hand, kept more to herself, an introvert through and through. She was going to university to get her degree in archaeology, but had to drop out due to financial difficult. She was now working as the secretary to Doris Lethbridge-Stewart, an older woman who owned her own gardening business. At least it was work.

“Oh, so I’m not that worthy of knowing what is going on in your life,” retorted Rose as she shot a glare at her twin. She never understood her.

“You keep to you, and I’ll keep to me. We’ll both be happy this way,” said the older woman as she sat down at the creek’s bank. “Besides, I thought you were spending the day with Roger. Or was it Tom? Kyle, was it? I feel sorry for Mickey when you go crawling back to him,” she added.

“It’s Jake, for your information. And I don’t go crawling back to anyone,” she answered as she gave a small huff.

Rachel smiled. She always enjoyed riling her sister up. “Oh, admit it. You do too. And the stupid dunce keeps taking you back. Don’t know why, though. You’re not special,” she continued.

“Oi! And you are? You never go out or anything, sissy. I’m surprise that anyone even know you exist!”

“At least I stay out of trouble, which I can’t say about you, Rosie.”

Rose shot her another glare. “I don’t call it trouble.  More like, creating a memory that I will always remember,” she replied.

“A memory? I knew you were pathetic, but you go calling spending a week in jail a memory?” Rachel inquired, disbelief in her voice.

Rose did not responded, instead saying, “I am meant for higher, better things anyway. Who knows? I may save the world.”

“Or destroy it,” retorted the older twin as she picked a stick and began to draw in the dirt.

“Oh, and what do you think you are meant to be?”

“Simple enough. Making sure your sorry ass stays out of trouble. That, or laugh when things don’t go your way. Seems like a nice life.”

That was when Rose decided to blow up. “WHY can’t we be like normal twins?” she asked.

“There’s something called ‘normal’?”

“You know what I mean. Why can’t you be more like me?”

“You insane? Who would want to be like you?” Rachel asked, barely able to hide the disgust in her voice.

“Why not? I think it would be nice,” replied her sister, gazing out over the small creek, a smile plastered on her face. 

Rachel rolled her eyes. “I think I rather be a clone of a madman than be like you,” she retorted.

“You’ll see. One day, I’ll have the man of my dreams and have wild adventures while you die an old maid,” said Rose as she gave Rachel an evil grin.

“No, I’ll be there when the man of your dreams comes running to me, saying that he would rather stay with me than die if he had to stay with you,” retorted the older woman. She smiled as she watched Rose’s face contort into one of disgust as she got up and stormed off.

Finally, I’m alone, she thought as she twirled her stick and through it into the water. Water was such a peaceful element at times. Always flowing, always blissfully unaware of anything but its own business. Yet, when it wants to, it would rise up and strike against whoever tried to hurt it. Mum said that it was the perfect element for her elder daughter. And Rachel had to agree with her. She always loved the water; she always felt calm when she was around it.

But some things had to come to an end. Sighing, she picked herself up off the ground and left for home.


Arriving back at the flat, all Rachel found was her mother puttering away in the kitchen. “Mum? I’m home!” she called as she closed the door.

“There you are! Where have you been? Rose came back angry. You two have another of your fights?” she asked as her elder daughter walked into the kitchen.

“What do you think? Where is she, anyway?”

“Out with Jake. You want a sandwich or you want to go out?” asked Jackie. She knew that Rachel was the more sensitive of the twins, but was the one who would least show it.

“Let’s go out. It’ll be nice, just the two of us,” replied Rachel. Looking back at her mother, she then asked, “Do think Rose will ever change?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Rose is going down a road that I can’t see. I know my twin better than she knows herself. I feel that someday she is going to get us all killed.”

Jackie didn’t responded, just looked at Rachel. The girl just sighed and walked out the door, the older woman following. All the said girl wanted was to go back to her little creek.


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