Title: Memory Thief.
Author: JForward
Summary: Basically a re-make of Memory but slightly different. Enjoy!
Chapter one: Crash!
Rose lay curled up peacefully upon the sofa in the television room, lulled to sleep by the soft thrumming of the TARDIS engines. Her head lay on the Doctor's chest, his hand automatically stroking her hair, systematically repeating the stroking. Her breathing was deep and spaced, peaceful and soft.
The Doctor smiled at her, noting the way her falling hair framed and shadowed her face. He could feel her breath stirring his tie slightly and her hand was next to her head. He continued to stroke, smiling at her sleeping form. Then the TARDIS began to shake.
Rose and the Doctor were thrown to the floor, Rose crying out in pain as she hit hard onto the floor with the side of her face. The Doctor stopped, bending down to her. "You okay?" He asked softly, and she nodded, rubbing the side of her head as he lifted her upright. They turned and pelted for the console room.
Only just managing to stay upright from the shaking, the two of them looked at the scanner. The quaking was worsening, and they stared at the scanner; a picture from the outside as the TARDIS hurtled towards a planet similar to earth. The Doctor somehow managed the balance but Rose was suddenly thrown by a huge shake, the Doctor clinging onto the console.
She fell and hit onto the pole that run the length of the TARDIS, with a cry of pain, and then slid down onto the floor, vision blurring so she couldn't see. She saw a face in front of her, the Doctor. Feeling a warm trickle of something run down her face she whimpered and, as he wiped it off, recognised the viscous red liquid on his palm. The TARDIS shuddered again and she felt his warm arms around her, supporting her.
"Rose?" She heard the Doctor's words faintly through a rushing sound that was building up in her ears. She wasn't sure whether it was the TARDIS rushing downwards or whether she had been injured, but it was there, a rushing sound like she was shooting through the air, struggling to hear the Doctor's voice. "Rose? Stay with me!" The Doctor gripped her tighter but his face was swimming in and out of focus.
The TARDIS shuddered again and they were knocked to the floor, the Doctor on his knees, still clutching her. "Rose?" She felt him move her hands onto the cold metal pole. "Hang on! I have to fly the TARDIS!" He cried, and she clung to the pole, knuckles white, hardly able to hear the Doctor's words. "Hold on tight!" He was away, dashing around the console, controlling the TARDIS- or rather, attempting to- and failing.
His form was blurry to Rose as she clung on to the pole desperately; feeling the warm drip of blood from her head wound pooling around her.
The Doctor was thrown to the floor again, scrabbling for a purchase on the floor as it tipped on a slant slightly, as the floor straightened he leapt to the console, eyes wide and worried, darting about as he hit buttons and smashed up levers, still failing to control the TARDIS, in the grips of another force.
The Doctor was worried. Actually, terrified. But not for himself, for Rose. She lay on the floor, hair blood-soaked, clinging on with what little strength she had to the metal pole. She had to be alright! He had to stop the TARDIS crashing before they were injured. She didn't seem to be able to see or hear him and it was scaring him.
Then, with a resounding crash, the TARDIS smashed into the floor and they were thrown across the room. Rose's hands slipped and the Doctor was also thrown across the room, smashing into the wall a whole lot harder than Rose. When the Doctor stirred, he was aware of a painful burning in his left wrist. Attempting to sit up, he gasped and cried out with pain at the same time.
Looking at his wrist, he saw with a shock that it was blood soaked and pale, and oh-so-painful. A shard of broken bone was sticking out of his skin, and it was agonizing. He cried out again as he pulled himself upright, leaning heavily on the pole on his unbroken, right hand. Looking around, he saw Rose against a distant wall, unmoving. "Rose!" He cried out, running as best he could towards her figure, agonized.
He collapsed onto his knees next to her, stroking her bloodstained hair from her face. "Rose?" She stirred, and he sighed in relief, realizing she must be unharmed mentally, harmed only physically. "Doctor?" She mumbled, blinking up at him. "What happened?" She asked, and then gasped, spotting his wrist tightly held against his chest, soaking his clothing in blood.
"You're hurt!" She exclaimed, noting the pain in his eyes, but he laughed it off. "It's okay, as long as you're okay" He said softly, smiling, and her noting the pain in his eyes. She smiled at him, standing, leaning against the wall, wiping blood from her head. "Medlab!" She ordered, and he groaned, playfully, but walked anyway.
In the medlab, she pushed him back and he sat on the bed, holding his wrist to his now bloodsoaked jacket. She pulled his arm forward, him wincing as she touched it softly. He whimpered, and when she put on a tiny hint of pressure he yelped, agonized. "This may hurt" She warned, remembering the training she'd had when she took a course once. She re-set his bone.
He was yelping in pain,
and she was getting annoyed. "Oh, shut up or I'll give you
asprin!" she snapped.
He shut up.