Dr Who- The Dead World
Dr Who- The Dead World
Disclaimer – do not own any characters. No, wait….. thinks for a minute… no I don't. not yet anyway (laughs evilly offstage.)
Ok, really random fan fic that I wrote when I was younger and still fancied the leather jacket off Christopher Eccleston. Please be nice. This will be my one and only Dr. Who fanfic as I am at heart a LOTR person. Always was and always will be. Although Dr. Who is also exceedingly awesome. Please rate and review!
Rose opened her eyes. She had a throbbing headache and the floor was very cold. The Doctor's worried face pushed into her line of vision and grinned.
'You all right then?' he enquired.
'Sore head but otherwise fine. What happened?'
'Not sure. We got pulled down really fast and must have hit something, sending a shockwave through the TARDIS, knocking you over. Whatever it was, looks like it must have hurt.'
'What do you mean?'
'I mean you've got a massive cut on your forehead. Never let it be said that the Doctor can be beaten by some time travelling American with a dashing smile.' He turned and walked to a small wooden cupboard beneath the console of the great control room and turned the handle. Rose sat up and watched him with a small smile, fondly remembering how jealous the Doctor had been when he had heard about Captain Jack and his nanogenes.
She was still smiling when the Doctor turned around with a small bottle and a swab of cotton wool in his hands.
'What?' he asked indignantly as she started to laugh. 'What?'
'Nothing,' she grinned. 'Just reminiscing certain medical times of jealousy.'
'Oh that,' he muttered gruffly, kneeling down in front of her and, opening the bottle, dousing the cotton wool. He tenderly dabbed at her forehead and she felt a peculiar feeling like pins and needles playing over her head before it disappeared just as quickly as it had come, taking the pain with it.
'Done it, give the man a medal!' the Doctor exclaimed triumphantly as she fingered her forehead gingerly. It was unmarked.
'Thanks. Doctor, there's something I need to tell you…'
Suddenly, the TARDIS lurched to the side, thrusting Rose into the Doctor's arms, throwing him off balance and making him sit down heavily. She grinned sheepishly up at him as their eyes connected, her eyes wide and apologetic, his bright and twinkling. They started to move closer together, slowly, slowly….
Suddenly, the TARDIS lurched to the other side, pulling them apart.
'Where are we?' asked Rose, gripping the metal railing of the TARDIS and struggling to regain her balance as the floor lurched sickeningly once more. The Doctor leapt up and jumped to the controls.
'Atlantis, and I don't just mean the country Atlantis, I mean the planet Atlantis in the year 888 888 on the surface of the deepest ocean in this universe and about to sink.'
That's it for chapter one folks. I know its not long but I'm interested to know if anyone out there is interested in this.
