One day she will be a legend, even among the companions. The woman who melted and started the mending of the Doctor's cold and shattered heart.

The woman who started off so ordinary and became a mighty warrior for good. Who was never content to stay at home when there was wrongs to be righted.

But all legends have a starting place, sometimes more than one. This legend had three. Three men who had loved her in their own special ways.

The important one is told by the Doctor to a young man named Alonzo, who will one day briefly love a man name Jack who tells him more of the story and will even later on, one day stumble into a man named Mickey Smith who will tell him about Rose before she became who she was.

But Alonzo will always remember the Doctor's face when he speaks of Rose, and so he will tell the Doctor's story first. Only after, when he is begged for more, will Alonzo tell of Rose Before and After she meets the Doctor.

More people start adding in their own run-ins with her and the story will grow with the telling. Until she becomes like a barbarian goddess of old, taking out a Dalek with nothing more than a flick of her wrist and a word.

But each time it grows too large Someone trims it back until she's just an ordinary girl who was extrodinary because of what she chose rather than who or what she was.

The Doctor stands in front of the singing Temples of Ulm and begins his own chant: The Story of Rose.

"Is there anybody going to listen to my story? All about the girl who came to stay...."

Title: Appearances.
Author: emily64cooper 
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Parker/Hardison
Summary: The next time Parker showed up, three days later, she leapt through his bathroom window while he was brushing his teeth. 
Written For: A prompt over at Comment_Fic. Also ties into a prompt at Leverage500 
Author's Note: Takes place somewhere after the Grave Danger Job, but there are no spoilers for any episode anywhere in it.

It's a very loose interpretation of the prompt, so I hope you like it! The fic is here, at my journal.

Mary didn't know any lullabies, if her mother sang them to her she didn't remember them, and there was no way she was going to try and call her. She didn't even know if her mom was still alive.

Still, her mother's namesake was crying, and John had work in the morning and she'd already tried feeding him and checking his diaper.

He sounded so upset, so in pain, and then she remembered that song, the one that had played on the radio during her first date with John.

She starts softly singing, "Hey Jude, don't make it bad..."