Title: Doctor Who: A Voyage to Change Everyone's Lives

Author: Rose Tyler/ doctor's gal1792

Status: In Progress

Warnings: Some swearing, I am keeping it mild. Of course there is a sexual scene...that shall be a few chapters from now...so yea...

Summary: The Doctor didn't meet Rose in Heinrick's, neither was he in his 9th form. This says if Rose met the tenth Doctor on the Titanic. It's a crossover between Doctor Who and the 1997 film 'Titanic', the Doctor will take the place of Jack Dawson, Rose Dewitt Bukater turns to our beloved Rose Tyler, Ruth turns to Jackie, and Cal to Mickey, and I'm thinking Captain Jack will be in the story...dunno yet...so yea...I'm in this Titanic mood because of course this years Christmas special

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who (Russel T Davies does), I do not own the Titanic (technically the ocean does but James Cameron owns the film), no profit is being made off of the making and writing of this story...so yea...I am writing this because I don't want Rose to be gone and I just thought it would be a fun thing to write! So...yea...

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Chapter 1

The Doctor had lived a lonely life, ever since the war he had been so utterly alone, and sad. The Time War had taken his family, his people, his planet, and everything that he ever loved and cherished. The only thing he had left was his TARDIS, his magical Time Machine. The thing that would keep him going, keep him traveling, and helping others.

He had just escaped the Dalek invasion of Platform one, he had infact regenerated and his current companion was off somewhere, maybe tinkering with one of his guns or learning more about the twenty first century.

Jack was a man of the fifty first century, he met the Doctor in 1941 at the height of the London Blitz. He began to travel with him, they encountered the Slitheen in Cardiff, and some other adventures. Their most recent one was the game station and the daleks and then the Doctor regenerating.

But now the Doctor was just in the control room of his ship, the last of the time lords, alone, without that one female companion that he needed. Maybe someone that could one day be his best mate to the one person he could really love.

He then got pulled from his thoughts as Jack wandered in.

"So, what are we going to do now?" Jack asked.

The Doctor looked at Jack with one of his soon to be famous grins and just pulled a lever down as the TARDIS took off, through the Time Vortex, to the past.

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Rose Marion Tyler, a pretty blonde of nineteen sat in an automobile on the morning of April the tenth 1912. She was wearing a pretty white dress with purple pin stripes and a purple hat that covered her hair. She, her mother Jackie, and her fiancee Mickey were on their way to the docks of Southampton to board the majestic RMS Titanic which would take them to New York City.

From there they would head to Philadelphia and they would be wed.

Rose was all but not thrilled about the situation, Mickey was sweet and meant well but...he was a bit of an idiot. But he had a rich uncle in America who would be able to provide for them, it was just a marriage of convince.

As the car pulled into the docking area Rose saw hundreds of people, either those who would be going on the ship or those who were there to bid farewell to those leaving. The vehicle stopped and a few minutes later the door was opened by Mickey. He held his hand out and Rose took it as she stepped out of the car.

She gazed up at the ship, "I don't see what all the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania," she said.

"You can be blase about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic. It's over a hundred feet longer than the Mauritania, and far more luxurious," Mickey said, he then turned to the car Jackie was getting out of and helped her out.
"Your daughter is far to difficult to impress Jacks," he said.
Jackie smiled and then looked up at the ship.
"So this is the ship they say is unsinkable," Jackie said.
"It is unsinkable, God himself couldn't sink this ship," Mickey said.
Rose and Jackie began to walk towards the ship a moment later with Mickey after Mickey payed off one of them men who was telling him where the luggage needed to go.
"We'd better hurry. This way, ladies," Mickey said as he indicated the first class gangplank.
Rose's maid Trudy followed behind, carrying a hat box and another box.

As they walked on, they saw people in the health inspection areas being checked for lice. Rose sighed and muttered something under her breath and no one heard it.
Rose looked up as the hull of Titanic looms over them...a great iron wall, Bible black and sever. Mickey motioned her forward, and she entered the gangway to the D Deck doors with a sense of overwhelming dread, her mother was right behind her.
Once inside the ship Mickey linked a protective arm in Rose's and they headed for their suite.
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The Doctor threw on his new brown trench coat to go with the brown pin striped suit he was wearing. He had chosen white converse high tops, the ensemble was much more comfortable than his old black trousers, jumper, leather jacket and boots. Jack had said he preferred the 'U-Boat Captain' look, as he had called it the night they met.

The two mates walked out of the TARDIS doors and looked around at their surroundings.

"Doctor, are we on a ship?" Jack asked.

The Doctor nodded, "Yep, and not just any old ship. The RMS Titanic, hit an ice berg on the fourteenth of April in the grand old year of 1912 and then sunk about two and a half hours later," the Doctor answered.

"Ah yea, I remember hearing about it," Jack said.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow but dismissed it and began to walk around the ship. As he looked around he saw the many passengers that were waving to the people down on the dock.

"I think it's sailing day," the Doctor said as the ship continued to move on out of the port and the people on the docks began to get smaller and smaller.

"So that would be the 12th?" Jack asked, as he looked down the side of the ship at the people.

"The 10th actually," the Doctor answered.

"OK, so were on a ship. A doomed ship that is going to sink in four days, what do we do?" Jack asked.

"Well, I'm glad you asked. Thats just it, it's a ship. A ship that will be sinking in four days, it's a pretty large ship. I say we explore," the Doctor answered.

Jack smiled and the two began to walk down the deck looking about at the many sites and sounds of the ship.

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Meanwhile, Mickey was out on the private promenade deck with one of the stewards.

"This is your private promenade deck sir, will you be requiring anything?" the steward asked.

Mickey made a noise and pointed half way towards the door with his champagne glass.

"Excuse me," the steward said, he then bowed and left the room.

Rose was in the sitting room of the state room as she and her maid Trudy unloaded her paintings out of a crate.

Mickey walked in and you could almost swear he was going to let out a sigh.

"Oh God not those finger paintings again, they certainly were a waste of money," he said.

"The difference between Mickey's taste in art and mine is I have some. Their fascinating, it's like being in a dream or something. Theres truth but no logic," Rose said as she placed a painting down on the couch.

"Whats the artists name?" Trudy asked.

"Something Picasso," Rose said.

"Something Picasso?" Mickey asked with a laugh. "He won't amount to a thing. He won't, trust me. At least they were cheap," he continued and then took a refreshing sip of his champagne.
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The next day, during lunch Rose sat with Mickey, her mother, Thomas Andrews, Molly Brown, and Bruce Ismay.

"She is the largest moving object ever made by the hand of man in all history...and our master shipbuilder, Mr. Andrews here, designed her from the keel plates up," Bruce Ismay said as he pointed to the handsome 39 year old who was sitting to Jackie's right.

Rose knew the man to be Thomas Andrews, she had seen his picture in a newspaper.

"Well, I may have knocked her together, but the idea was Mr. Ismay's. He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale, and so luxurious in its appointments, that its supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is..." he stopped and slapped the table. "Willed into solid reality," he finished.

Rose looked tired of the conversation and pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

Jackie forced a smiled and leaned in to wards her daughter.

"Rose you know I don't like that," she said under her breath.

Rose looked at her mother with a 'I don't give a damn what you don't like' look and then blew out a puff of smoke in her mothers face.

Mickey looked at Rose and put the cigarette out.

"She knows," he said. He then paused and realized the waiter was standing. "Ah, we'll both have the lamb. Rare with very little mint sauce," he then looked back to Rose and said, "You like lamb don't you sweet pea?" he asked.

Rose put on a fake smile and nodded.

Meanwhile Molly had been sitting there watching the entire scene.

"So, you gonna cut her meat for her too there, Mickey?" Molly asked.

Mickey smiled slightly and then looked away.

"Hey who thought up the name Titanic? Was it you Bruce?" she asked as she turned to Bruce Ismay.

" Well Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size. And size means stability, luxury... and above all safety--" he said with a pleased look on his face.

Rose smirked and turned her attention to Bruce.

" Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you," she said.

Rose noticed out of the corner of her eye Mr. Andrews trying to not spit is fruit out from laughing.

"Excuse me," she then said as she stood up, put her napkin on her plate and left the room.

"I do apologize," Jackie said, clearly mortified.

"She's a pistol Mickey, I sure hope you can handle her," Molly said.

Mickey looked at Molly and smiled politely, "Well I'll just have to mind what she reads from now on won't I Mrs. Brown?" he said.

Bruce looked uncomfortable, "Freud who is he? Is he a passenger?" he asked.
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Down on the poop deck the Doctor, Jack, and a third class passenger of the name Tommy Ryan were sitting in front of a keg playing cards.

The Doctor was looking at his hand when he looked up towards the first class deck and spotted her, Rose.

He stared at her as she looked down at the water and she saw him.

Tommy and Jack saw him staring and followed the sight he was staring at. They both smirked and then looked back at the Doctor.

"Forget it boyo, it's like having angels fly out of your arse first before getting next to the likes of her," Tommy said.

But the Doctor ignored him, he kept his vision locked with Rose's. Then Mickey walked up and took Rose by the arm. Rose looked aggravated and then walked off with Mickey.
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By the next night Rose had gotten fed up, as she sat at dinner she saw her life as if she had already lived it. An endless parade of parties and cotillions, yachts and polo matches... always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter. She felt like she was standing at a great precipice, with no one to pull her back, no one who cared... or even noticed.
She excused herself from dinner and went to her room, about ten minutes of being in her room she had lost it. She was so upset about the prospect of her future of being married to the idiot Mickey and she took off running. She ran out onto the deck and down to the stern. What she didn't know was that she had been seen...by the Doctor.
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The Doctor had eaten some dinner and after a while he went out onto the deck and relaxed on a bench.

Jack stayed in the TARDIS to do some of his usual tinkering.

As he sat, thinking about the war, and the things and people he had lost he heard a woman sobbing. He looked up just in time to see the beautiful blonde he had seen earlier that day run past him. Her hair flying behind her.

He stood up and followed her, by the time he had found her she was standing on the other side of the ship, ready to plunge into the icy black water.

He had to think quick, the Doctor was not about to watch as this beautiful young woman threw her life away. Nothing could be that horrible.

Without even knowing what he was saying he heard himself speak.

"Don't do it," he spoke.

The womans head whipped around towards his voice.

"Stay back! Don't come any closer," she cried.

"Here, take my hand. I'll pull you back in," he said.

"No! Stay where you are. I mean it. I'll let go," she said.

The Doctor could tell she was trying to sound impressive, and menacing.

"No you won't," he said.

"What do you mean no I won't? Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do. You don't know me," she said, clearly annoyed that this man seemed to be challenging her.

"Well, you would of done it already," he said.

At this point Rose was both annoyed and confused, she wiped her tears and looked at the man. He was actually quite handsome, but that wasn't the point.

"You're distracting me. Go away," she snapped.

"I can't. I'm involved now. If you let go I have to jump in after you," he said in total seriousness.

Rose looked at him, this man was becoming more and more confusing and annoying.

" Don't be absurd. You'll be killed," she said.

The Doctor took his long trench coat off and threw it onto the ground.

"I'm a good swimmer," the Doctor replied.

The Doctor began to unlace his shoe.

"The fall alone would kill you," she said.

"It would hurt. I'm not saying it wouldn't. To be honest I'm a lot more concerned about the water being so cold," he answered back to her protest.

Rose looked down at the water, it was all hitting her as she realized what she was doing.

"How cold?" she asked tentatively.

The Doctor took off his left shoe and opened his mouth to reply, "Freezing. Maybe a couple degrees over."

He began to unlace his right shoe.

"You uh, ever been to Wisconsin?" he asked.

Rose looked perplexed.

"No."

"Well they have some of the coldest winters around, and knew some friends over there, near some spot. It's been so long I can't remember anymore. But once when I was a a bit younger me and my mates were ice-fishing out on Lake Wissota... ice-fishing's where you chop a hole in the--"

"I know what ice-fishing is!" she snapped.

" Sorry. Just... you look like kind of an indoor girl. Anyway, I went through some thin ice and I'm telling you, water that cold... like that right down there... it hits you like a thousand knives all over your body. You can't breathe, you can't think...at least not about anything but the pain," the Doctor said.

He stopped to take his shoe off, then continued on talking.

" Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in after you. But like I said, I don't see a choice. I guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come back over the rail and get me off the hook here."

"Your crazy!" cried Rose.

"That's what everybody says. But with all due respect, I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship," the Doctor replied.

He took a step closer towards Rose.

"Come on. You don't want to do this. Give me your hand," he said.

Rose stared at him for a long time, She looked into his eyes and then they seemed to fill her universe.

"Alright," she said.

Rose removed one of her hands off of the railing and reached around to meet the Doctor's. He reached out and took it firmly.

"I'm the Doctor," he said.

"Rose Marion Tyler," she said.

The Doctor looked like he was making a mental note in his head and then grinned.

"Right, I got it," he said.

Rose lifted her leg to try and climb up the railing and get back onto the other side of ship. The Doctor held onto her hand tightly and helped her climb over. But as she attempted to get on the next bar up she slipped on a bead that was hanging from the hem of her dress and she slipped...

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OK so what do you all think? It was just an idea that came to my head...so yea...please review and let me know what you think. The title is subject to change everyone, I couldn't think of anything...