A/N: Hi guys! Well this is my first Dr who fic that isn't a poem. I really hope you like; and if you don't please lave some CC (Constructive criticism) for me to dwell on. As all of us are; I was gutted about the Doctor having to leave Rose, so through my own imagination, I'm going to bring them back together again; because they are just meant to be. I really hope you like this, and please, REVIEW! I do love them, and It will inspire me to write further most definitely. If nobody reviews I'm afraid I will get a tad… stubborn :D So make sure ya do! Hehe.
Disclaimer. (to the tune of row row your boat.) I, I, I don't own, I don't own the doctor, oh, no, what a shame, I don't own the doctor! (but the idea is mine, so no sticky paws, eh?)
Rose fired.
She knew that there were too many to fight; she knew that her troops were outnumbered ten to one; but she couldn't give up. Two years of living alone in a life full of aliens had taught her that. Never back down.
But, as someone in distant memory had once said:
"Better with two."
That was the old Rose. The new one that stood in her place was a hardened twenty three year old woman. She was the same in every sense;dazzling blonde hair, dark eyes full of determination. Even with TORCHWOOD's pay she hadn't changed her style ofclothing.But somewhere along her road, she'd lost the youth that she'd once cherished.
This Rose Tyler stood with the Nitrogen cannon at her hip; holstered and ready to fire. She'd worked her way up TORCHWOOD's ranks; it was hard not to when someone held that much knowledge of OS. And now she'd even got her own battalion. A lot of help it was doing now. The spectre like creatures that dashed the small band were hard to destroy at best; but throughout this time, Rose had only time to improve her aim.
"Nice knowing ya'." Chuckled a crazed Mickey beside her, verging on the point of hysterics. He plucked a plasma gun from his hip, eyes fixed on the target. Rose looked at him for a second. He had changed so much in such a little time.
They all had.
Rose smiled a little; she still had Mickey. She still had her family. For how much longer... time would tell.
A large blast rattled the ground beneath TORCHWOOD'S feet; sending bodies crumpling to the floor. She heard Mickey yell beside her, and lost him in the blaze. Scrabbling around in the dirt wouldn't do her any help though; they were surrounded in choking flames that ancaged her in a furious mass. Her gun was knocked out of her hand from the force of the blast, and she was thrown to the floor in an inferno of blue fire, choking dust from her lungs.
The grey shadow pulsed menacingly beside her as she lay on the parched ground, dust coating her lashes. They weren't just here; they were everywhere. Ever since he had left, they'd come. They'd come; it was invasion after invasion. The parasite grinned beside her, transparent flesh showing the black heart pulsing excitedly. Through bared teeth a metallic voice was heard…
She didn't hear it. There in the flames; she thought she caught someone. Just a reflection of somebody she knew. Somebody she hadn't seen… in so long.
Or perhaps just a wish.
Rose shook her head clear. The parasite wanted her to dwell on her memories; that was the way they hunted. Easy kill when their prey was thinking about something else.. As it began to envelope her in it's spectre like body; she sprang to her feet, reaching for her Nitrogen canon. She wasn't going to give in now. He wouldn't… why should she?
Not her Doctor.
She cocked her gun and smiled.
"Rose Tyler, defender of the earth."
And fired.
XOxOxOxOXoXo
The Doctor awoke by the TARDIS. He wasn't one for beds; far too homelike. Homes meant mortgages… and doors… and…small petty ornaments that nobody gave a damn about and...well, you get the idea. No, far better sleeping by the control panel, where he felt at home by all the buttons and levers. And sometimes, if he was lucky, one would even "bleep" at him. It wasn't great company; but at least they didn't argue with him…
…too much.
He missed the sound of people. He missed the sound of planet earth, with all those busy cars; shops and chips.
Chips. Now that brought back memories.
What he wouldn't give to hear Jackie Tyler scold him again. Or to have Mickey nearly destroy the planet again… or blow up 10 Downing Street. It had all been such fun. But even if he did have them; it would be nothing…
Without her.
And her chips; her cheap fashion sense and awful hoop earrings. Life was bleak without it.
But that was all four years ago.
Now, the Doctor never went back to earth. He would never go back either; it just wasn't worth it. There was nobody there… there was nobody home. A place he'd never found in anything but her.
Getting up, he smoothed the creases in his suit, checking himself in the mirror. Not that it was any different from any other day; he wore the same darn suit all the time. Well, he liked others to think he actually changed it; but that wasn't true at all. He hadn't changed in approximately four years and one-hundred-and-sixty-seven days. Thirty two seconds if you were fussy. A record for him. It wasn't disgusting; just, he was far more hygienic than the average human, thank-you very much. And why should he... there was nobody there to acknowledge his efforts anymore.
"Right my lovely, where we off to today then?"
The Doctor bent down low to the control panel and waited for a friendly "bleep." When nothing came, he frowned and flicked a lever.
"Fine then; be that way."
With a shudder, the TARDIS leapt into action. It was strange; it didn't usually take off like that. The streamlined "POLICE BOX" stickers he'd placed usually made sure of that. Clean and smooth start; 0-120,000,000 in 0.1 seconds. He was quite proud of that. Quite the average guy he was; the faster and sexierthe vehicle, the more he liked it. And he had to admit; the TARDIS was a sexy machine. He'd seen the human adverts; the magazines with the blondes wrapped around the bonnets. Why he never got; but all he knew was that he'd lost his blonde. Not that she had ever done that. He wouldn't have minded though.
A jolt sprang through the TARDIS, sending shivers down the walls and onto the floor, where the Doctor was catapulted to one side, knocking his head against the dalek-skin walls. He could feel his skull crunch against the iron; and feel wet blood against his skin.Before he collapsed, he saw a familiar face in his mind. He knew it was real, before he slumped to the floor in a haze of black and white pain and forgot the past vision.
Darkness.
Xoxoxoxoxoxox
"Retreat!" She screamed, abandoning her nitrogen canon and replacing it with a plasma gun. Never retreat unarmed; Rose Tyler's first rule. She wasn't a great shot; it had always been him that did all the action, and the brains. But where was he now?
And somebody had to take his place.
As her battalion retreated into the pig-iron trucks reinforced with high tech alien shields; Rose spotted Mickey. His bloodied face was hard to recognise; and even as he tried to crawl to her safety she saw the parasite close in on him. Not just one though; too many. Too many for a wounded soldier to fight off alone. She felt a strong sense of revultion cling at her, as she saw the Parastites clamber on him, bringing him down...
Rule number two: Never get emotionally attached to someone if it puts a higher authority in danger.
That wasn't her rule. That was TORCHWOOD's. But it contradicted with her number two too much.
Rose number two: Never leave a man behind. Or woman.
(Rose number three was never be sexist.)
With a look of fury that could burn through any wall she rushed to his aid. It seemed to take a lifetime to reach him; and by then the trucks were already revving up their engines.She'd known Mickey all her life; she wasn't about to give him up now. With two blasts from her plasma gun, the creatures lay blackened on the floor.
With a swift smile Rose pulled Mickey up, but he was too weak to walk on his own. Staggering to the already retreating trucks, Rose screamed aloud to attract their attention. Had they no idea who was their commanding officer? The parasites were already closing in…
One hand caught onto the back of the open truck and lifted her up. She let Mickey be pulled into the car first, and attempted to clamber in herself, but the parasites had clumped around her…
Rose could feel them eating at her consciousness. Eating at her determination, their black heart pulsing against hers as she slid through their transparent bodies and toppled out of the cart. A hand grasped hers; just for a moment. Before it slipped out of her grasp with a yelp of surprise. Mickey. Poor Mickey.
She could see the truck leaving the battlefield; leaving her behind. But the sight only lingered in her eyes only barely, before it skipped out of her vision. Instead it was replaced by the cold, listless eyes two dozen spectres.
"You… will come… with us."
She blinked, fighting against their spell. She wanted to sleep…
It was only when a cold hand grasped the key around her neck did she resist. Something inside her snapped; she felt dangerous and ready for revenge. She wasn't going to let these monsters win… she never had. HIM and her. They'd never lose. Not whilst they were together.
The key snapped from around her neck.
The connections stopped.
They were strong when they were together; but after four years, that had been lost.
"Oh… go to hell…"
Before she collapsed, she saw a familiar face in her mind. She knew it was real, before she slumped to the floor in a haze of black and white pain and forgot the past vision.
Darkness.
A/N : Oh I do hope you like. This is the first chapter; please Review, if you want to see their reunion! I hope you found it exciting; and if you think I can improve it, please, please tell me. I'm sorry if the punctuation was terrible; I just can't be bothered sometimes! I have tried to make this as presentable as possible; and if you want another chapter… R&R
In case you were wondering, yes, "the key to my heart" is a pun for the TARDIS and the TARDIS key; but if you didn't spot that… I guess I need to work harder on my puns! Hehe!
Dr who and Rose forever! waves flag and chimes bell
YAY!
