Disclaimer: Most valuable thing I own is the laptop I type this on. I don't own Doctor Who and I'm not making any profit from this.
A/N: Suggestions for alternative title gratefully accepted. I think I might have picked the wrong genres and I'm not sure if I picked the right rating.
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"So, what is it, what's wrong?" Rose stumbles into the console room, the floor shaking beneath her feet as usual.
He's scanning some readouts, doesn't even look up as she enters.
"Don't know, some kind of disturbance in the time-space continuum, and it's centred on this moon." She looks over his shoulder, her gaze following his finger pointing at a small dot tracing an orbit round a larger dot.
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"Anything?" She steps out of the Tardis and leans against the blue wood, her arms cradling a blanket wrapped bundle.
"Not yet," He mutters absently, sweeping something that looks like a car aerial through the air.
"What's that? Over there." She steps forward and squints into the distance.
He turns and looks and before he can do anything, the time storm is upon them, ripping them apart, swallowing Rose in an instant. She's gone before either of them can do anything, before he can grab her hand, before she can throw the bundle towards him.
He's paralysed for a second, just a beat of his hearts, then he hurtles into the Tardis.
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He's chased the storm for a time. Quite a time. So long a time, he can't remember whether he had a life before this frantic chase, leaping round the console, slamming this lever down, wrenching this dial round. Or perhaps he doesn't want to remember.
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He pursues the storm for a while longer before his legs simply give out under him. Heaving himself up so that his eyes are level with the console screen, he watches the storm simply spin away and he collapses into unconsciousness.
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A/N: As you might have guessed, this is my first fanfic. I'd love to hear what you think.