Whispers
By DaughteroftheStars
Hello all, and thank you for clinking to read my story! It means a lot to me.
This is my first Doctor Who fan-fiction and I am really excited about it. That being said, I must state that I am rather new to Doctor Who, but after watching Doctor's Nine and Ten, I became enthralled (and I mean absolutely spellbound) with Rose and the Doctor. The whole thing is so much fun, that I had to write this.
I really hope you enjoy it, and I also really hope that you'll let me know if/when I've got the characters down wrong. (That's always my biggest peeve when I read anything related to something else. I like it to be accurate, if not always cannon ;)
Anyway, tangent over, so… allons-y!
Year 2021, The Smith Home, Greenwich-
The little girl coughs horribly in her sleep, struggling desperately to breathe. Her pale face becomes pink with the effort, and soon a deep, terrifying purple-red; but still, she doesn't wake up.
An older blonde woman strokes her hair and shushes her soothingly, but the girl continues on, her hands turning to white fists as her body tenses and quakes demandingly with every cough.
'It's okay, love. It's okay. Please,' the old woman says gently, almost desperately. 'Please wake up, love. I don' know wha' to do.'
The little girl continues coughing, sounding as though her lungs have become morbidly spastic, when, with one last retch of a cough, her body becomes still on her bed, her face quickly becoming pale again, and her breaths now shallow and frantic.
The old woman beside her looks as though she is going to cry at the girl's now still form.
'Oh Ellie,' she says, her eyes becoming misty. 'Wha' do I do? They di'nt tell me wot to do.'
The little girl remains unmoving, her eyes closed and her breathing still quick and ragged.
Utterly helpless, the old woman puts her head down on the bed, holding the girl's hand to her cheek.
'Oh god, please. Wot do I do?'
'Doctor,' the little girl whispers through her rasping breaths.
The woman brings her head up and looks at the little girl, utterly shocked. 'Wot did you say?'
The little girl is still breathing frantically and her eyes are still closed.
'Doctor.'
The woman sits up completely, holding the girl's hand in both of hers now. 'Oh god. Ellie! Ellie, are you wakin' up? Can you hear me? Wha' are you sayin', love? Say i' again. Wha' is it?'
'Doctor… Doctor…'
'Y… your father? But he's gone along with your mum to…'
'My… Doctor. My… My Doctor.'
The little girl's voice is jagged as she speaks, strained, and her breathing is still terribly uneven.
The woman shakes her head slowly, helplessly.
'Your father's gone, love. Please.'
'My… Doctor. My… D… Mine.'
The woman thinks for a moment, when suddenly her eyes widen and she grabs the cell phone off the little girl's night table, dialling a number quickly. After a few rings, a young woman answers.
'Mum?'
'Rose! Oh thank god, Rose! It's Ellie! She's talkin'! She's callin' out for her Doctor!'
'What?'
'Jus' now! She star'ed talkin', callin' out for him!'
'Wha' d'you mean she's callin' out for 'im?'
'It's li'e I said! She's callin' out for the Doctor! Her Doctor! Listen!'
The woman holds the phone up near the little girl, who continues her raspy, whispered chant.
'My… Doctor… My…'
Rose's voice becomes quiet with thought. 'She knows what we're doing.'
'Yes, she does,' a male voice says quickly, distractedly, above the sound of buttons being clicked and switches being flicked. 'She probably knows exactly what we're doing and exactly what can and/or will happen; which means we need to move faster. Jackie, watch her, take care of her, do whatever you can to protect her. Just don't leave her side. Rose, we need to launch, now.'
'Mum I've gott'a go. Tell her I love her, a'right?'
'Wait wha' did 'e mean protect her? Are we in danger?'
But there is only a dial-tone in response.
I hope you've liked it. And please let me know if I've got everyone down. I'd really like to be accurate about this.
Oh, and I forgot to mention, I don't own Doctor Who (though I'd sure love to meet him ;)