A/N: Whazzup, peeps? We have a Torchwood story, so it's no secret that we would eventually gravitate to the beloved Doctor Who. Here's a few fun facts. I, Goldie, was the one who introduced Sharpie to Doctor Who and Torchwood. She started with the Ninth Doctor (who is her Doctor) and I started with the Eleventh Doctor (who is my Doctor). But don't get us wrong, we loooooooove our Ten. We're still getting used to Twelve. It is also no secret that we like doing stories with OC daughters/sisters, and that's what this story's about. The Doctor's daughters. This particular story is gonna span their involvement with the Ninth Doctor's season, and we'll see what happens from there.
A little info: these girls are young Time Lord teenagers and look like thirteen-year-old humans. They were born in the thick of the Last Great Time War, and lost their mother and half-siblings to the terrible war. They've only known two incarnations of their father so far, Nine and the one they aren't allowed to speak of . . . the War Doctor. The War Doctor managed to find a way to save them using his TARDIS, but it is still incredibly raw for the three of them and they're still grieving for their planet, and it's especially hard for the girls considering their father was the one to end it all.
Anyway, we really hope you enjoy this, and if you have any questions, feel free to PM us :). This chapter is the first part of the episode "Rose." In this story, the episodes will be split into several parts. Please read, review, and enjoy! Thanks so much! :)
P.S. My writing nickname "Goldie" is short for Goldilocks because I am a curly-haired blonde, and "Sharpie" is a ginger, so we like to call each other Rose and Amy sometimes XD, our two favorite companions.
Chapter 1: Rose - Part 1
Elodie's Perspective
"Checkmate!" I watched in horror as my king was trapped in its lonely little corner, surrounded by its ruthless enemies of a cold-hearted bishop and a rather nasty shrew of a queen. Yeah, I tended to give the chess pieces personalities. Sue me.
My sister, Luna, jumped around gleefully- I honestly didn't know why she was so happy, we were equals in the game of chess and either deadlocked every game or won every other game. I won last game, and I might have rubbed it in her face a tiny little bit, but her victory dance was irritating.
"Your king never stood a chance and your queen was decapitated more quickly than Henry VIII's fifth wife!" She sounded far too cheerful saying that.
I raised an eyebrow at her. "Distasteful at best."
She had the decency to at least look a little ashamed of her insensitive joke but brushed it off rather quickly. "Oi, I'm in my room playing chess with my twin sister, I don't have to be politically correct."
I grinned and bounced up and down on her bed, enjoying the feel of the soft, cushion-y springs. "If Dad had been here then he would have slapped you upside the head, and rightfully so."
She grimaced and swung a playful punch in my general direction. I easily dodged. "Well, he's out playing with the TARDIS controls. I hope that's all he's doing. He has an unsettling affection for her. . . ." Just then, a spark of electricity shot out from the wall and zapped my sister, forcing a shriek out of her. "Jeez, rebuked by the TARDIS!"
I was caught in an uncontrollable giggling fit and she smacked me on the shoulder just as our door flung was open, crashing against the wall. "Oi there, no hitting. And guess what, guess what?"
I couldn't help but smile along with my grinning father standing in the doorway. He really did have an infectious smile- well, at least this incarnation did. "I have a feeling you're just about to tell us," I told him and Luna snickered.
Our dad walked on in without any invitation- as he so often did- and sat down next to us on the bed. He sat down for only a moment before shooting up and pacing excitedly. He looked about ready to burst any second now. "Autons, girls, autons!"
Luna and I shared an amused glance. "Um, all right," I replied. "What about them then?"
He huffed out an exasperated sigh that we hadn't just figured the whole situation out already. It's not like we could read his mind- well, we could, but he always blocked us out like we always blocked him out. Sometimes he was strong enough to break our mental barriers which was always annoying, though. And rather rude.
"Plastic dummies terrorizing Earth, 2005, London. They're being controlled by a main control source, the Nestene Consciousness, but we need to find out where it is. So, come on then, chop chop- oh, nice checkmate by the way." With that, he flurried out of the room and left us to ready ourselves.
I hurried over to my room and picked out my designated "adventure" outfit. The fifties of Earth were my favorite fashion era, polka dot dresses were the bomb. Today I chose my red dress that fell a few inches above my knees with white polka dots, and my white Converse. My two braids rested perfectly on each shoulder and my sleek white headband allowed each braid to remain out of my face. I was ready to go when my sister came out of her closet.
My sister was wearing one of her favorite outfits as well. She had one of her classic miniskirts on that my dad absolutely despised, this one made of black leather. It wasn't too tight or anything, but it was rather short and I knew my dad would flip a switch when he saw- like usual. It was absolutely hilarious to me.
Anyway, her long, red curls were tied back into a high ponytail with her fringe of bangs neatly brushed over her forehead. That was one thing I found funny about the two of us; not only were we both gingers, but our hair was the color of fire. Considering my dad occasionally moaned and complained about never having red hair in any of his regenerations, I thought it ironic and very funny that we had the reddest hair practically imaginable. Our mother had red hair.
She threw on her favorite bright red leather jacket over a pale gray tank top, and rapidly yanked on her leather knee-high boots with three inch heels. She so passionately adored leather.
They were so blatantly impractical for what we did, but I knew she just loved getting a rise out of our dad. To be honest, it was rather entertaining. She actually was pretty skilled at running with them, she rarely tripped and she quite liked the clicking noises of the heels.
"Dad's gonna freak the freak out," I giggled, shoving her lightly in an attempt to unbalance her. She only grinned mischievously.
"Hurry up, you two!" my father shouted from the main room and Luna led the way. The very second my dad's eyes fell upon her clothes, he had some choice words to say.
He marched on over to her and used his greater height to his advantage and loomed over her. I only knew two of my dad's incarnations (we weren't to talk about the the last one) but this one seemed more physically intimidating. For me, at least. Luna didn't seem to mind one bit. "You're going to turn around and walk right back to your room, and change. Right now."
To be honest, the outfit was a tad old for her. We were considered young Time Lord teenagers, and took on the appearance of a human around the age of thirteen. But Luna had always been a bit big for her britches.
She stuck out her bottom lip in a puppy-dog pout. "But Dad-"
"Go." He pointed in that direction and fixed her with a stern look but she didn't move an inch.
"No, you're not being fair."
"Go!"
I decided to cut in and save her helpless ass. "Dad, you do realize the Earth is in danger and we should really be on our way, right?"
He glared down at the two of us but I could see him caving, though he didn't look awfully happy about it. "Fine, let's go, then. But the second you step back into this TARDIS, you're going to change."
Luna smirked up at him with her best 'Like hell I will' expression then brushed past him toward the front doors. "Whatever."
Dad had to take a minute to grind his teeth together and take a few deep breaths before following her. I could hardly suppress my laughter as I joined them outside.
She rocked back on her heels and clicked them against the ground just for the sake of annoying Dad, but he ignored her. Right away, he began tracking the Autons so there was a comfortable silence between the three of us as we trekked along.
I pleasantly took in the city life around me; the hustle and bustle of the people and buildings that reached the sky always reminded me a little of Gallifrey. A stab of grief followed, so I tried to keep my mind off that.
The fall of our beloved Gallifrey really was not that long ago- it was quite recent, in fact. This incarnation of my dad was new and fresh, he was still trying it out. He hadn't even had the time to look in a mirror yet. Sure, we had gone on several great adventures so far with him, but the Last Great Time War really only just ended for us. That's why it was so painful to think about because it reminded me of how much we lost. I hardly had time to grieve yet.
Something nudged me in the side and I glanced up to see Luna looking at me, concerned. We had this special twin connection and I was positive she knew exactly what I was thinking about. "You okay?" she asked, too softly for Dad to hear.
I said hoarsely, "No, not really."
Her normally so bright green eyes clouded over. "Me neither."
Before I could say anything else, Dad yelped, "I've found the Autons, they're in the department store! Follow me! I've tracked the control device to the roof." He took up a fast run and, sharing a meaningful look, we hurried after him.
He led us to this ordinary mall, explaining to us that the Autons were taking the forms of plastic mannequins. "They're everywhere," I murmured under my breath.
Though it was clearly only for authorized personnel, Dad had a strong sense of entitlement so we forced our way down into the basement when something caught our eye.
A hand. There was a hand sticking out of a doorway, unmoving. Dad walked over to it, peering inside the room, only for his features to shadow over with sadness. "I'm sorry," he whispered. Luna and I glanced in only to see a very dead man, who looked to be the maintenance man. "I'm sorry," we said together.
Loud shouts of confusion rang through the air and we took a moment to pinpoint the source of them before springing into action. It was a woman yelling in fear. Presumably, she just now noticed the Autons.
We raced down the hall to the door at the end. Dad threw open the door and I took in the sight before us. The Autons were raising their hands, about to strike a cowering blonde girl. Dad reached forward and grabbed her hand, and in unison, the three of us urged, "Run!"
Dad pushed us in front of them so we took the lead, and we pumped our legs forward so we were a few strides ahead of them. I kept glancing over my shoulder to see the Autons gaining on us- damn, they were surprisingly fast for being made of plastic. Their clothes were stylish, too. I was half-tempted to turn around and steal one of their shirts, but I decided it wasn't the best option.
Even though the situation put us both in peril, Luna and I couldn't help but grin as we raced along the hallway. My hearts were racing and my breath coming in short gasps, but my twin and I absolutely loved adventure. Living on the edge of danger made life worthwhile for us.
An elevator appeared in our lines of sight and we leaped into it, Dad and the blonde girl only a second or two behind. I slammed onto one of the buttons and the doors began to close. The Autons were close, so close, and I welcomed the buzz of fear as one of them struggled to break into the elevator.
Dad yanked at its arm, but it wouldn't budge, so Luna aided him by violently ripping it out of its socket. He cast her a grateful look and she beamed at her success.
The blonde girl, her eyes stretched almost as wide as they could go, managed to choke out, "Y-you ripped its arm off!"
"Yup," Luna and Dad said happily. Luna tossed it over to the blonde girl just for the sake of giving her a jump scare. I poked my sister in the side scoldingly but she was as shameless as ever. "Plastic," Dad added as a side thought.
The blonde attempted to find the right words. "Very clever, nice trick." Luna and I looked at each other, confused. Trick, what was this girl talking about? "Who were they then, students? Was this a student thing or what?"
I fought the urge to slap my forehead and Luna scoffed, "Students? Why would you think they're students? Did those look like students to you?"
"I-I don't know," she stammered.
"You said it," I pointed out, shrugging. "Why would you think they're students?" I was honestly curious to know how she stumbled onto such a daft conclusion.
Summoning up her courage, she replied, "Well, 'cause to get that many people dressed up and being silly, they've got to be students."
"Whatever you say, Blondie," Luna muttered and Dad grabbed her by the shoulder in warning. She wisely fell silent.
"That makes sense, well done," Dad praised the blonde and he was honestly being genuine. I covered a snicker with my hand.
She took that as a compliment, which I suppose it was meant to be. "Thanks." Luna rolled her eyes to the ceiling and Dad squeezed her shoulder even tighter. She winced.
"They're not students," I informed the blonde smugly, but she didn't seem too bothered by her mistake.
"Well, whoever they are, when Wilson finds them, he's going to call the police," she said confidently. Who the hell is Wilson? I thought and then it dawned on me. The dead man from earlier. . . .
"Who's Wilson?" my dad asked curiously, turning around to face her.
"Chief Electrician."
His expression turned somber. "Wilson's dead." The doors slid open and he walked out. I looked at the blonde sympathetically as her face fell with the knowledge of his death.
"I'm sorry," I told her but she already stormed past me to spew some protests.
"That's not funny, it's sick!" she cried, but Dad just moved her aside, saying,
"Hold on, mind your eyes!" as he used his sonic screwdriver on a fuse box. We glanced away from it as it spewed bright sparks.
"This isn't a joke, Blondie. Death isn't funny, but this is true," Luna said to her, but the blonde refused to wrap her mind around it.
"I've had enough of this now!" the blonde continued to rant. "Who're you lot? Who's the lot down there?!" As the three of us ignored her, she stressed, "I said, who are they?!"
"They're made of plastic, creatures of living plastic," Luna explained as we hastened along, slipping through the clear plastic sheets hanging periodically down the hallway.
"They're being controlled by a relay device on the roof," I furthered and the Doctor finished it off by saying,
"And that would be a great big problem if it weren't for this!" He waved around a bomb that I totally did not know he was carrying with him. Huh. I really had to sharpen my observation skills.
Though Luna also had no idea, she carried on as if she did by exclaiming, "So, we're gonna blow this joint up! Boom!"
"Boom!" I repeated, smiling wildly. The blonde only looked on, panicked.
"Yes, boom," Dad said, pushing the girl none too gently out the door. "Now, we very well may die in the process," I sure hoped not, "but don't you worry! You go on home, go on, have your beans and toast." And he dared wonder where Luna and I got our sass from. . . .
He concluded, "Don't tell anyone about this or you'll get them killed." With that note, Luna and I waved cheerily at her before ducking inside. Dad shut the door after us, then seemed to change his mind because he opened it up again. "Oh, I'm the Doctor by the way, and these are my daughters, Elodie and Luna. What's your name?"
"R-Rose," she stuttered out.
"Nice to meet you, Rose," he said courteously, then held up the bomb for display.
The three of us exclaimed in perfect synchrony, "Run for your life!" then slammed the door shut once more. Man, the look on her face was priceless.
Now came the really fun part. Dad said as we started running again, "Right, got to plant the bomb, then get out of here in under two minutes, got that? Then . . ."
"BOOM!" Luna and I shouted together. He nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, boom!" We had to take a long route, carefully avoiding all the inconvenient Autons, until we finally found the perfect place to place the bomb. This would blow the department store to smithereens.
"RUN!" Dad yelled as he activated it, grabbing each of our hands and dragging us along. He was so overprotective. Well, at the moment a bomb was about to go off so I couldn't very well blame him, but he was still overprotective the rest of the time as well.
We just made it out of the department building as it exploded into a orange ball of fire and destruction. "Mission accomplished!" I cheered as we returned to the TARDIS, closing the doors behind us. "We're good, aren't we?"
"Yes, we are," Dad and Luna said together. We all knew each other so well that we consistently spoke at the same time. It unnerved others, but it was a habit we couldn't break. Sometimes we actually just did it for the sake of annoying people.
"But it isn't over yet," Dad said on a more serious note. "We still have to find the Nestene Consciousness that's controlling the Autons. I've got to trace it down."
He fiddled with the controls for a bit, Luna cleverly keeping out of his sight so he wouldn't remember to make her change. I climbed up onto the railing and swung my legs, bored. I really hoped he would find it soon. The interim between adventures was something my sister and I could never stand. We just wanted to jump right into the next adventure the second we finished the one before.
"I've got something!" he suddenly proclaimed and Luna and I leaned over his shoulder to take a look at it. He began pulling at knobs, pressing buttons, and the TARDIS shook as we shifted through time and space.
"When are we?" Luna asked, skipping over to the door to take a peek outside. She frowned at what she saw. "It still looks like London, 2005, so not much further, I presume."
"It's the next day," Dad clarified and we all made our ways outside. Dad began tracking the source he found with his sonic screwdriver.
I forgot to mention this, but we actually have our own sonic screwdrivers. We would have preferred sonic blasters or something cooler and more powerful, but Dad wouldn't allow them. Dad so very kindly made us our own sonic screwdrivers, but we hadn't bothered to use them thus far because Dad's was enough for now. When we needed to use ours, we would.
"It's close," Dad murmured as we stood in front of several apartment buildings. "Very close." He took the metal stairs up two at a time, the two of us hot on his tail. Luna's heels clicked obnoxiously against the metal and Dad chided, "You've got to stop wearing those! The second we get back to the TARDIS . . ."
She scowled at his leather-clad back and bit back, "Yeah, yeah, I've heard this song and dance before."
"Then why don't you listen?"
"Now's not the time, people," I said tersely as we reached our designated floor. "You can argue to your hearts' desires once we get back to the TARDIS."
"Yes, ma'am," Luna teased as we speed-walked to a particular flat. Dad knelt down in front of the door's flap and poked at it and we crouched down next to him, waiting in suspense for something to happen. It wasn't quite what I expected. . . .
Surprising the hell out of me, the door opened up and Luna and I fell over backwards. Ouch, I thought, painfully getting to my feet. The person who stood in the doorway was none other than Rose.
