"Where to?" his voice rang out over the hum of the Tardis' engine as she warmed up, preparing for yet another dangerous mission that the Doctor was bound to find. Really, it was as if the ship knew he needed trouble of any sort to get by. Of course, while his new companion Donna was also a fan of trouble she enjoyed rest and relaxation just as much. "How about somewhere where I don't have to run for my life - say a resort world, do they have those? Resort worlds? I always thought they would - you know - commission small moons and planets solely for the purpose of making money. I'd certainly visit a giant rock-o-spa. Actually is there a planet called that, rock-o-spa? I should open one on a mountain resort or something on earth - catchy isn't it? Rock-o-spa, rock-o-spa, fun to say too" the red head commented from her place against the railing. After only a week, Donna had learned to take up stance against something solid when the Tardis was warming up and also while in flight as to avoid bumps and bruises caused from crash landings. Speaking of bruises she was leaning right on one at the moment ,wincing she pulled away from the railing. "Wellll, entire worlds? No, moons however - moons most certainly. You humans, you're not the only lot who place so much weight in currency. Advanter is highly regarded in the Northplex galaxy kind of like the equivalent to gold and diamonds on your planet though to be fair there are much more brilliant minerals on Pluto. Frozen rock you say? Hah!" the Doctor chuckled under his breath before getting back to what he had been saying "But yes, yes there are resort moons or so to speak - moons dedicated solely to that. Your moon will be bought by some micosweater, micro velvet, micro" "Soft?" Donna offered, "Yes! Yes Microsoft in 2120, remarkable that." the Doctor concluded with a nod before smacking the control panel with his mallet and going about his business - leaving Donna's question completely unanswered which would simply not do, especially for Donna. "Well?" the red head inquired, folding her arms over her chest in momentary insanity as she waited for his reply. "Well .. What?" he asked, giving her a curious look as he dropped the mallet he was holding and soniced the control panel, "Can we go somewhere - relaxing? My feet are killing me!" she replied with a look that clearly said "you stupid alien git" The Doctor was quite used to said look and was actually rather fond of it now. "Well sure!" he replied happy and before Donna could reply or even get her grip she was flung to the ground as the Tardis took off. "OI! WARNING!" she shouted and the Doctor just laughed.
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"Rose!" the warning shout echoed over the sound of gunfire from the opposite end of the battle field. It had been two years her time since the Doctor had disappeared from her life and a 21 year old Rose Tyler was the one spinning around just in time to see a particularly busted looking Toclafane hovering overhead. Ducking without so much as a wince she returned fire and hit the alien square in the center of it's capsule before dashing over to the place where her best mate now sat. "Thanks" she panted as she ducked for cover behind an overturned taxi. "Anytime" the man replied with a smile. Glancing over the side, Rose pushed a strand of her now chocolate brown hair out of her face. "They're retreating" she remarked a bit disbelieving, "Why are they retreating?" she said fingering the trigger of her gun as she propped it against the side of the beat up vehicle. "Who cares so long as they're gone from here?" Mickey replied in a very Mickey like manner, watching as their mutual friend Jake took out another one and the body immediately disappeared. It had been just 6 months ago that the dismantled Torchwood group had commissioned a weapon solely designed for taking out the Toclafane, one that disintegrated their protective metal shell in an instant and let the ooze that had once been human fall into a puddle on the ground into something completely unrecognizable. This world had yet to learn of the history of their enemies and had they known it was their future they would have been repulsed, as it was though they still assumed the Toclafane to be a particularly brutal race from across the galaxy. They had no idea that they were their descendants. Still, the manner in which they came to pass had always disturbed Rose as their disappearing shells and molten bodies left her unsure of how many they had killed by the end of the battle and it was always disheartening to see an entire field littered with just her fellow team mates. "I do because if they're retreating that means they're going somewhere - you know that Mickey" Rose replied as she glanced over her shoulder to see if there were any new Toclafane approaching from behind. When she was sure there where none lurking behind buildings or other various mounds of garbage she turned back, her brow still creased in confusion before it smoothed and an equally as displeased expression took hold of her face. "The safe house" she said in a voice barely above a whisper - turning back to Mickey who joined in the distress she now faced. "Robbie"
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It was amazing what a year and a half could do. Absolutely amazing though Rose Tyler knew better then most that it only took a second for the entire world could change. The world was always moving, shifting, changing but this change - oh this change the whole world could see. It happened overnight or so it seemed. Harold Saxon came to presidency the same year Rose arrived on this parallel earth. He seemed true, kind, like he would lead this Britain back to the golden age it had once so happily been a part of. Of course little did any of them know that he was not only a time lord but one known for manipulation. Whilst the Doctor fixed things the Master corrupted them for his own benefit and when the smoke cleared and half the population was gone Rose felt foolish for ever falling under his spell. Rose prided herself on being quick, clever, after all that's why the Doctor had chose her, right? Still, the sound of drums had gotten to her - had gotten to everyone. No one saw through it - not a single soul which was why the world was like this - just like this. The Toclafanes came in swarms, this Harold Saxon hadn't introduced them before his election to the position of Prime Minister. This Harold Saxon kept them a secret, as a weapon, and when election day came to pass so did the extermination of half the human race. Rose's mum hadn't made it though her dad did despite the fact that he was an absolute wreck. They had both lost Jackie twice, two times and rather then going catatonic, Rose buried herself in fighting for a world better than this - for the future of her brother.
At first they were able to maintain safe zones, zones which were protected from the Toclafanes but the electricity fields ceased when Saxon or rather the Master cut off the electricity to all of London and later the world and it was then that things grew drastic. By the time a year had passed barely 1/3 of the human race had survived and even now it was dwindling and if the nursery up ahead was reached the future of London would be gone as would Rose's dear baby brother. "Run!" "Rose don't!" the shout was lost to her as the woman took off leaving Mickey in the dust looking panicked and flustered before he decided to follow her. Rose was all Mickey had - Rose, her family and Jake. His grandmother hadn't been able to survive, her blindness severely stunting her chances and by the time Mickey had returned to her flat well -- it was too late. His quest for revenge was equal to Rose's if not greater - he'd had it with bloody alien creatures tearing his world, worlds, apart. Looking up ahead he could barely make out the brunette anymore so he pushed himself further, faster. Up ahead, Rose was pumping her arms and pushing off the ground as fast and hard as she could. The winter wind ripped through her hair and tore at her lungs, great heaving breaths escaping her mouth as she dodged various forms of fire. It was no secret who Rose Tyler was. Rose Tyler, co-president of Torchwood. Rose Tyler, leading fugitive. Rose Tyler, defender of the earth. She was wanted more than anyone else because Harold Saxon Saxon was a Timelord and Harold Saxon knew that if he didn't stop her soon she would be the one to bring his revolution to an end. She was the focal point in this war - the only one who could make or break the future of this entire planet and all it's occupants and believe you me that weighed heavily on Rose's shoulders.
"Rose! Rose please, Rose wait!" the cries were growing distant as Mickey's legs tired and he found himself ducking for cover on the side of a building only to join up with Jake. "Ay mate" he turned to the familiar voice and gave a half hearted smile. "We're doing pretty alright, yeah?" Jake asked hopefully, looking for Mickey's approval as if he were Ricky. It was sad, that he saw him as that. Mickey took someone else's place when he chose to stay here and that was painful enough but being regarded by Jake and all the other members of his alternative's unit as such still bothered him. "Actually we're doing the opposite - they're heading towards the safe zone" Jake faltered, his hand twitching as he grasped what the darker man had told him. "The nursery?" he questioned with a dark look in his eyes, "The nursery" Mickey confirmed and Jake swallowed. "We have to get over there - where's Rose?" "Where do you think?" Jake let out a hesitant laugh, "She's awful reckless that one" he said as he crept along the wall in hopes to being their trip to the safe zone immediately. The coast had to be clear first. "More than reckless, it's like she doesn't give a damn" Mickey said with a sigh, where was the Doctor when you needed him? "Are you ready for this?' Jake replied instead, looking over his shoulder at Mickey. "No - are you?" - "Never" and with that final word they took off.