Hey guys! First Doctor Who fanfiction, woohoo. ;p Stole the idea from a post on Tumblr...
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...and decided I'd put Rose into it! You can decide whether or not it's the 10th Doctor or 11th Doctor for now, as I haven't decided whether I'll continue this or not, so it's open for interpretation. Enjoy!
Rose Tyler had grown used to this parallel world. It was so much like her original universe, and yet... so different. For instance, this world didn't have the Doctor. And that still struck a chord within her, to this moment.
It had been so long since she had last seen him. After Davros and the Daleks, she had been brought back to Bad Wolf Bay by the Doctor, to stay with the human version of himself. She understood why he did it; he had automatically thought it would be the best solution. She could help heal the Metacrisis like she had originally helped him, and Rose wouldn't be left alone as she led the normal, human life that she was supposed to. The Doctor had been giving her a chance at a life with him, to have a family and grow old together, as things were supposed to be.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
You see, things started out fine. Rose and the Metacrisis- they would still call him Doctor, because it was him, no matter the amount of hearts he had- had tried to fix each other, to make each other better and stay together. And for a while, they were as happy as they possibly could be, considering their situation.
But when the years started passing, they understood what had happened when the Metacrisis Doctor started aging... and Rose did not. It sunk in even more when the Metacrisis was torn from her from an illness. Still, she stayed the same, never growing old... and it clicked in her head, exactly why she wasn't getting older, and she fell to pieces.
It was Bad Wolf, quite obviously. The moment Rose had looked into the heart of the TARDIS, they shared a bond that could never be broken. It had scratched her DNA and there was no going back. She had a feeling the TARDIS had known this, all along, but she couldn't stop things happening, as they were meant to happen the way they did.
"Rose..." He whispered from the bed, grasping her hand tightly.
"Doctor, you... you can't leave... please..."
"I'm sorry, Rose... so sorry. I want you to listen to me though. When I'm gone... you go and find him- me. Never stop looking. You'll find me again, eventually, Rose Tyler. Don't you worry that pretty little head of yours." He teased her lightly, the smallest of smiles on his lips.
Tears poured down her face and she gave a dry laugh, "I know I'll find you... it isn't going to be easy, but I'll find you. I always do. You won't get rid of me afterwards, either. I'm not letting you slip away so easily again." She teased him right back, but her voice was cracking with fresh tears that were falling.
He grinned slightly, "I love you, my Rose Tyler. To the stars and back." He murmured to her.
"I love you too... my Doctor.." She managed to get out.
"Oh, and Rose..." He murmured to her, a wide smile on his face despite the pain and his own tears, "Do something for me. Keep being absolutely fantastic." He said, putting the emphasis on his previous self's favorite word and, winking at her, he let his eyelids droop shut as he took his last breath.
Not too long after they had realized this, Rose went through absolute agony, one that was indescribable She knew what was happening; every single cell in her body was being rewritten, and it was that last step that was taken to change her from human, to Time Lady. She had been unconscious for two days, but when she awoke, she was overwhelmed. Her hands had immediately flew to her chest and she didn't know whether to be upset, afraid, or excited. Two hearts. She had two hearts.
This was both good news and bad news. Good news, she could spend the rest of her life with him once she found him. Bad news... there was the strong possibility of never finding him. Y'know, the whole parallel universe thing.
Still, this never stopped her. Pete, Mickey, Rose, her younger brother Tony (who was old enough now to work) and the people at Torchwood were spending days trying to figure out how to get her back to her original universe. No matter how hard it was, she would never give up.
This had brought her to where she was now. It was late at night, the sky had grown dark and the stars out. They had been working extremely hard today on this teleport and she had grown stressed just a bit earlier. Mickey suggested she go take a walk and, though she wanted this to be completed so she could get back to her Doctor, she had gone. It was for the best, just to calm her down, and then she could go back.
She walked for ages, hoping to go somewhere in this parallel London she hadn't been before, to get her mind truly off of things by the distraction it would bring. She had picked up that kind of curiosity and excitement for new things and places from travelling with the Doctor, and this thought made her smile just a bit.
Rose got her wish, though. She had thought she wasn't going to get anywhere special and that the general area was just fields, and that she should just start heading back, but then her eye caught a glimpse of red.
Raising her eyebrows, she walked closer until she saw what it was. It was a large yard, though with a fence around it, full of old, broken, red telephone boxes.
"Alright..." She murmured to herself as she entered the area, "Kind of creepy, but okay. Well, it's certainly a distraction..."
She didn't dare wander too far into the maze of boxes, fearing she may get lost and be stuck in the dark till morning when there was more light than just a dim-lit street lamp towards the entrance of the yard. Although, she might have already gone too far in to not get lost.
However spooky she might have found it, she liked it. She'd always held a certain love for older things, things that may be considered vintage by some, and to find this place was like a Godsend.
Placing a hand on one as she passed to feel the chipped paint and observe the broken glass of the box, she let a sigh pass through her lips.
Deciding she had stayed long enough, she began to walk away. However, she jumped and a small squeak escaped her as the phone inside of that same box that she had touched started ringing.
Biting her bottom lip gently, Rose cautiously made her way back to the telephone box and stepped inside, keeping the door behind her open. Hesitantly, she reached for the phone and took a deep, calming breath before picking it up and bringing it to her ear.
"Hello?" She asked quietly, her voice shaking with both confusion and a bit of fear.
Whoever was on the other end did not answer right away, but she soon got a reply; one that scared her out of her wits.
"Are you my mummy?" The voice asked, childish and dazed.
She shrieked and dropped the phone, letting it dangle from its cord as she burst from the box and started running. She ran towards what she hoped was the entrance, but, with her luck, it wasn't. Instead, she had managed to weave herself even further into the maze, and there was no doubt she was lost. Still, this didn't occur to her and she didn't stop running. She'd reach her way out eventually.
All she saw was red. Red, red, so much bloody red! She didn't think she'd ever escape at this rate.
What she saw next, though, when she turned a corner, made her stop dead in her tracks and her hearts drop.
It wasn't red, and it's beacon at the top was lit brightly.
Right there, right in front of her, was a single, blue, police box.