Rose Tyler stood in front of the large Torchwood Dance Academy; it was her first day as a student and despite being an accomplished dancer she was extremely nervous.
Rose glanced around the nearly empty campus feeling silly for arriving so early but she was just really excited. It was hard to believe she had gotten accepted here. Rose hoped to improve her ballet skills and to learn other dancing techniques. Unsure where to go she walked inside the building.
The front entrance was a well-lit and very nostalgic looking with its polished wood floor and framed old photos of past teachers and students on the walls.
She looked around on the doors trying to find Peter Smith, the school's director when Rose heard some banging coming from the auditorium, walking inside she saw a young man crouched down wearing jeans and a grey sweatshirt; he was busy hammering a loose floorboard on the large stage.
Rose swallowed and slowly approached him but before she could ask where Peter Smith was he spoke first. "Yes, can I help you?" He said in a Scottish accent. "Uh, how did you know I was here?" She asked.
He shrugged. "Easy, your perfume gave you away," The man stood and stood and turned to face her. "Which, I would highly recommend you don't wear considering air conditioning is limited in here and how much dancing you'll be doing." He reached into his pocket placing his glasses on.
Rose wasn't really listening to his cheeky remark; she was too taken aback by his tall height and good looks. He was thin but muscular and lean like a dancer, he appeared to be nineteen like her, his brown hair was messy and he had piercing brown eyes.
Suddenly his voice broke into her thoughts. "Miss, Miss are you still here?" He said waving his hand. "Yeah." She replied casually. He nodded. "Brilliant so how can I help you?"
"I'm looking for Peter Smith. I'm a new student but I need to finish registering." Rose replied. "Oh, right, dad said you were coming. He's not here yet but I can register you." He replied. She smiled. "Okay, thanks." He nodded and motioned her to follow him.
Rose watched him grab a clipboard and hop off the stage with poise. He had to be a dancer with grace like that. She thought to herself as she followed him to the hall. They sat on a red satin padded bench. Rose waited as he jotted something down before she finally spoke just to break the ice. "So you're Peter's son?"
"I am? Gee, no kidding." He remarked still writing. Rose glanced down at her hands feeling self-consciousness. "So what's your name?"
"Jamie." He replied simply. She nodded feeling slightly awkward. He wasn't much of a conversationalist. "Um, are you a dancer?"
"No." Jamie answered flipping through some papers. Of course he was lying; he was actually a classically trained ballet dancer but he wasn't going to tell her that. Why should he?
"Oh, what do you do?" Rose asked.
"Whatever's asked of me," He said briefly glancing at her. "I also help out when dad's out of town or something but mainly I'm a caretaker." Jamie added.
She nodded and noticed a photo of a little girl attached to the clipboard. She appeared to be six or seven with short dark brown hair wearing a school uniform; she looked eerily similar to Jamie. She tried to look closer at it but he noticed. "Don't touch that." He sang taking the photo and placing it in his pocket. "Sorry." She muttered.
Jamie looked at her and sighed. "Now with your permission can I finally start asking you some questions?" He remarked sarcastically.
"Didn't mean to offend you." Rose grunted. He arched his eyebrow but ignored her comment. "Name?" He asked.
"Rose Tyler." She replied. He gave a nod. "Pretty name." He muttered. "Sorry?" Rose said. "Age?" He replied instead. "Nineteen." Rose said. Jamie jotted down her age. "Major?"
"Dancing and ballet," Rose replied. "Are you a student here, too?" She asked.
"No." He replied while writing. "Oh, have you graduated?" Rose replied curious. Jamie glanced at her with an icy stare. "No, I didn't feel like it."
She realized she had hit a nerve and wished she could hide. After a few minutes he finished. "Well, let me print out your information and you can be on your way and I can finish working."
He stood and headed to another room to start printing. Rose couldn't help but notice how agile he was but she also noticed how rude he was. She just sighed and waited.
Meanwhile Jamie was at the computer setting it up for printing but he kept glancing through the crack of the door at Rose. He had to admit she was very pretty and seemed really nice but he couldn't allow himself to get close, not again.
Just then his cellphone started ringing; Jamie closed the door before answering. "Hello?"
"Daddy?" It was his six year-old daughter, Jessie. He grinned. "Jessie, hi, sweetheart," Jamie leaned against the wall. "Where are you? Did you make it to the airport alright?" "Yeah, I'm with Aunt Sarah Jane we're just waiting for you to pick me up." She replied.
Jamie was very grateful for his dad and his godmother, Sarah Jane. He'd be so lost without their help.
"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes I've got to print some stuff for a new student." He replied. "I can't wait to spend the summer with you." Jessie said happily. "I'm looking forward to it, too." Jamie smiled. Her voice became sad. "Daddy, when can I live with you, again?" Jessie asked.
His heart broke; it did every time she asked that. At the moment Jessie was living with Sarah Jane in Glasgow, Scotland while he lived in a one room dorm at the academy but he wanted his daughter to live with him but money was so tight it was hard finding an affordable decent flat despite having two jobs.
"I'm working on it. I'm still saving up for an apartment but I swear I will get you here." He promised.
"Alright." She sighed. He checked his watch. "I've got to go. I'll be there soon, okay?" "Okay!" Jessie replied brightening up a little. He said bye to his daughter before hanging up the phone.
A few minutes later, Jamie came back handing Rose two pieces of paper. "Here ya' go, that one's a map and the other's your dorm number and class schedule. You'll be sharing with two other female students. Now if you'll excuse me I'm very busy." He said brushing past her.
"Wait a second." She said. Jamie groaned. "Blimey, you ask a lot of questions. What is it now?" She bit the inside of her cheek. "You don't have to be rude." He sighed folding his arms. "Sorry, what is it?"
"I don't know where anything is." Rose replied. "Check the map, bye!" He replied waving his hand and leaving. She scoffed. "Twit." Rose grumbled. "I like you, too!" He called out from outside.
She glared at the door. "What is his problem?" She wondered. Rose seriously hoped she hadn't made a mistake coming here.
A/N: Hi! This story is basically a Rose/Tenballet AU. I was inspired by a 2000 photo of David Tennant when he played Romeo for the Shakespearean play Romeo and Juliet. (I highly recommend you take a look at the photos ;) )
Now I've seen ballet before but I'm not familiar with the terms but I will try my best just please bear with me :) I hope you like the story!