Disclaimer: I'm currently bargaining with Moffat over ownership, but as of now I don't own Doctor Who, nor am I making any money or profit from this fic.
'Lock down mode initiated. T minus 10 minutes to self-destruct.' a calm female voice chided over the blaring bleeps from the loud speaker. Red light flooded the pure white halls, the whole place shook wildly as if undergoing a massive earthquake, and a pair of frantic footsteps could hardly be heard over the noise, they were running at top speed. Rose Tyler, companion to the Doctor, rounded a corner of the loud blaring red veiled space ship. She slid into a hall way, but she stopped, hugging a shaking wall and backing up in utter fear at what she saw. Below her was a chasm, a part of the spaceship had seemed to fall away in the rumblings.
She looked down she could see the engine room below, it was steaming and hissing. The whole place was bathed in fiery red and orange, busted pipes bellowed piping steam and she could feel the heat from forty feet up.
She turned away from the pit, trying very hard to keep her balance on the shaking floor as she carefully walked back the way she had come. But she was met with a problem; the ship's resident army of robots. Rouge robots to be exact. They were programed to kill any organic life form.
The robots were rather small green orbs, each about 3 feet in diameter. They hovered precisely two feet in the air, effortlessly gliding over the shifting ground. They had calming blue interfaces, and looked rather smooth futuristic and user friendly. They were also pure evil and spitting highly poisoned darts at Rose.
"Please remain calm," They said in unison over the blaring, hissing, and rumbling of the ship. Their voices high, unnerving, and almost childlike. "You will be eliminated." They went on, "You will experience a sharp pain, followed by a warmth and subsequent death."
Rose took a few steps back in terror, she could feel her foot catch on the edge chasm behind her, then realized her choices: Be shot, or fall to her death. Or both. But she did have one last defense, "DOCTOR!"She yelled in panic.
Suddenly, there was a familiar buzzing sound. The robots stopped advancing, each crashing to the rumbling ground and rolling about, Rose nearly fell as a few of the bots rolled her way, but as she went over the edge, she felt a familiar hand wrap around her own, she grasped onto it with all her might, finding herself suspended over the chasm by the hand.
She looked upwards. Hanging precociously out of a broken ventilation system was the owner of the hand, the Doctor, and he was grinning. "Alight there Rose?" He yelled to his companion.
Rose held on for dear life. "Y, ya." She yelled back up.
'Lock down mode initiated. T minus 5 minutes to self-destruct.' The ship informed.
"Brilliant," The Doctor responded, "I'm gonna throw you across the pit! Head for the TARDIS, I'll meet you there!" The Doctor yelled beginning to swing his hand.
Rose nodded, her heart beating out of her chest. She would have to land just right or risk plunging into the steam and fire below. She felt herself swing, then she felt herself go airborne. She landed shortly after on the floor, gasping as the adrenaline pumped through her veins and finding herself sprawled out on the metal below her. She watched as The Doctor too made the jump, she crawled out of his way as the mad man landed beside her, on his feet. Show off.
After steadying himself on the shaking floor, the Doctor raised his hands in victory, "I'd give that landing a 10 out of 10, wouldn't you?"
Rose rolled her eyes as she scrambled to her feet. The Doctor helped her stand upright. The two grabbed each other's hands, than they ran.
"Okay," Rose said to The Doctor, "Did you take care of the crew?"
"Ya," The two turned a corner, "They got away in an escape pod before the lockdown, the captain was in contact with another ship, they'll be fine.
"Gr-" Rose stumbled at a particularly strong shake, the ship was getting closer to exploding. "Great." She finished, running even faster.
The two rounded another corner, only to run into a rouge bot. Neither had time to react before the thing shot, a poisoned dart flew at the pair, slightly brushing the Doctors face, leaving a long scratch.
Reeling slightly, the Doctor grasped at his pocket, fumbling for his sonic. He managed to draw his screwdriver and disable the thing. The Doctor's attention was on the falling bot, Rose was merely concerned by the Doctor's long cut.
"Doctor?!" She demanded in concern, the Doctor just shook his head and grabbed Rose's hand, running once more, "NO TIME!" He yelled as they ran, "We'll deal with it on the TARDIS."
Fear churned in Rose's gut as they ran, eventually finding the blue box. The Doctor pushed open the door and the pair slid inside, just as the voice outside began counting, 'self-destruct in 10, 9, 8'.
The two listened to the voice outside as The Doctor began pulling switches and pushing buttons. As the calm voice drew ever closer to '1', the Tardis rumbled, the engines started. They were off now, in the time vortex, safe once more in time and space.
Well, almost safe.
Still a bit frazzled, Rose took this time to turn to the Doctor, "Alright," She started, marching up to the Doctor, "That dart, what is it going to do?"
The Doctor breathed in and out as he stabilized the ship, he was sweating now, looking exhausted, but he put on an encouraging smile, "Oh, I'm, I'm, I," He swayed for a second, beginning to mumble things Rose couldn't make out.
Rose dashed to his side and steadied him, "Doctor, "She asked, fending off utter fear for her friend, "You're what? Come on, out with it." She patted his face, noting its warmth. Was he always that warm?
But the Doctor was too far gone, he stumbled, then feinted in Rose's arms.
Rose didn't know what to do, she sat on the ground and slowly brought the scrawny man into her lap. "Doctor?" She asked again, feeling his forehead and pulling her hand away at the heat. It had defiantly spiked from just a few seconds ago.
She took a breath, then placed her fingers to her friend's neck. She could feel both of his pulses, but his breathing was uneven. The long scratch on The Doctor's face had turned a sickly shade of purple. She began shrugging off the man's coat in a desperate attempt to bring his temperature down.
"Wake up!" She pleaded, wiping the blood away from his face with her sleeve, "Please, please, please wake up."
The Doctor didn't respond.
Authors Note:
So, I'm trying my hand at wring action scenes and cliff hangers. It's fun! I may or may not leave this as a one shot, I don't really know. Tell me what you thought in the comments below! Thanks for reading!