A/N: Here's the rewritten version of my Doctor Who story, Across the Road. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all its characters belong to the BBC.
Rose could feel her lips moving as she talked, but she didn't know what she was saying. She could feel her hand moving, but didn't know what it was doing. She could vaguely see the Doctor in front of her, his mouth moving as he spoke to her, but she couldn't hear what he was saying.
She could only hear the singing. It was almost as beautiful as it was deafening. The melody sounded old and seemed endless. It enveloped her completely, filling her with its presence. She wanted it to stop. She needed it to stop. It was raging in her head, causing it to pound painfully.
The pain was too strong. She couldn't handle it. Her head was going to explode. She had to let it go. The music needed to stop. She couldn't—
She felt herself fall to her knees. She saw the Doctor in front of her, yelling something it seemed. He was scared, but Rose couldn't tell if it was for her or of her.
Her mouth fell open and she let out a scream. A loud, aching screech ripping out of her throat. It was banging around in her head, drowning out the music. She felt her hands grab her head as she screamed.
Rose could feel shocks overtaking her body as the daleks shot at her body, but she only seemed to be absorbing the shocks.
She vaguely saw the Doctor get shot by a dalek and manage to pull himself out of the daleks reach before they could shoot him again.
The daleks were coming towards her, circling round her. A golden mist was exiting her mouth as her screams continued to eco around the room, beginning to block the daleks from view. The music was slowly fading, her screams becoming lower, the pain easing away.
Rose forced her eyes closed as the pain ebbed away, and fell completely to the ground when it finally did.
Although Rose was finally in control of her body once again, she could barely move it. It felt completely numb.
She opened her eyes again to see the daleks still around her, circling in closer and closer. She could hear them saying, "THE BAD WOLF MUST NOT REMEMBER THE DOCTOR. THE BAD WOLF AND THE DOCTOR MUST NEVER MEET."
Rose wondered for barely a second why they didn't just kill her. She almost would have welcomed an escape from her aching body.
Before the daleks could shot their rays on her, Rose managed the strength the lift up her head enough to see a man standing by the TARDIS. He was wearing the Doctor's leather jacket… all of his clothes, it seemed. He didn't look like the Doctor, though. Not at all. His lips were shaping a word. Rose.
She didn't have much time to ponder this, as one of the dalek's rays hit her directly in the heart.
A/N: So there's the preface. I think this turned out a lot better than I thought it was going to be.
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~ Queen Elizabeth III