Welcome back, my lovelies! As promised, a sequel! I really have no clue how long this'll be, but just go with it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, I literally have no idea how many times I have to actually put this in a story, like once, or every chapter? I just like making them funny, if they are, and putting them every chapter, it makes things easier.
Rose awoke with a start, drenched in sweat. Not often did she sleep, she less often dreamt when she did sleep, and lately those dreams hadn't been very good. They had actually been very, very not good.
She glanced over at the space in their bed next to her, patting it, to make sure he was still there. He wasn't. The Doctor was missing.
Suddenly, she heard a very loud clang, and an, "Ow!" in both her mind and her ears.
Rose breathed a sigh of relief. She recalled her most recent, and recurring, dream.
It started happy, at first.
The Doctor, Amy, Rory, River, Jack, Ianto, and herself were sitting on blanket having lunch at a lake. Sure, Amy had said a few weird things, but other than that, everything was completely normal. They had food and several bottles of wine. They held small talk for a while, though not without the Doctor's usual rudeness, Jack's sexual innuendoes, and Ianto's glares at Jack for said sexual innuendoes, about half of which were directed at him. However, the small talk didn't last long until the Doctor started talking about the moon and 1969.
A man in a shiny silver truck showed up. Rose felt like she should know him, but couldn't place his face.
The Doctor stood up, offering a hand to Rose to help her up, and waved to the man. Rose, not of her own current cognition, waved too.
"Who's he?" Amy asked. Rory and River stood up, Amy quickly following suit.
"Oh my god," River said, looking at the lake.
Two shrouded figures appeared out of the water. They were wearing... astronaut suits? So it wasn't technically shrouded, more like shielded.
"You all need to stay back!" The Doctor told Amy, Rory, and River.
"Whatever happens now, you do not interfere," Rose continued, once again, not in control of herself. Quickly, she procured the wine bottle from the Doctor and took a large swig. "Okay?"
Rose slipped her hand into the Doctor's as they made their way towards the astronauts. The astronaut did the same.
Rose barely registered Amy and Rory whispering to one another as she and the Doctor walked towards the newcomers.
They met by the water. "Hello," the Doctor began. "It's okay, we know it's you."
The astronauts lifted up its visors. Rose felt like she was going to be sick, like she was moving, but not.
"Well then. Here we are at last."
"I can't stop it," River cried.
Rose looked from each of the Rivers, two different points in their timeline. One knowing what was happening, the other not. Rose felt sorry for the both of them, though she didn't know why. Though she couldn't wrap her head around why there were two of her, one facing the Doctor and the other beside him.
"The suit's in control," Rose continued.
"You're not supposed to. This has to happen," Rose said emptily, the words coming out of her mouth, the one with the normal clothes, though they had no meaning to her.
"Run," Astronaut Rose tried.
"We did run, it only brought us here," the Doctor explained.
"I tried to fight it, but I can't," River continued. Rose admired her for fighting whatever it was she was fighting.
"It's too strong," Astronaut Rose was crying. The Doctor reached up and wiped the tears away.
"I know," the Doctor said, the epitome of calm. The astronaut half of Rose felt close to having an anxiety attack.
I hope this works, her own voice said, in her mind, feeling like the normally dressed one, but the dreaming Rose wasn't the one who initiated the thought.
"It's okay," the Doctor continued. He looked at Rose, then back at River. "This is where we die."
The dream started to feel unreal. Had she just heard the Doctor actually say that? Rose couldn't believe it. She tried to tell her body, either body to run, but they weren't listening to her. Rose was going to die. Rose was going to kill the Doctor. How was she just standing there? How was the Doctor going to let them die at the hands of River Song and herself?
"This is a fixed point. It must happen, it always happens," the Doctor explained.
Dreaming Rose suddenly knew that there was no getting out of this. She knew the consequences of crossing someone's own timeline and could only imagine that messing with a fixed point was worse, not to mention that she was crossing her own timeline. The whole of reality nearly collapsed when she tried to save her father. What would happen if River and herself had the will not to kill them, or if the couple ran? The outcome would become unimaginable.
"Don't worry," normally clothed Rose said. "You won't even remember this." She looked over at the normal River. "Look over there," she said, nodding.
River looked. "That's me. How can I be there?"
"That's you from the future, serving time for murder. You probably can't remember, Rose's murder," the Doctor told her.
"What about me, I mean you?" Astronaut Rose asked.
The sleeping Rose was starting to get a headache.
"I'm a future version. You'll still have lots of time, time to run," Rose said. "Time to make up for killing him."
"There's nothing to make up for," the Doctor defended her, both of them.
"Why would you do that?" River interjected. "Make me watch."
"So that you know this is inevitable. And you are forgiven," he was now addressing both of them. The Doctor squeezed the older Rose's hand, glancing at her. "Always and completely forgiven."
"Please, my love, please, please run," Astronaut Rose tried, even though her arm raised to kill him.
"We can't," older Rose said.
"Time can be rewritten," River tried helping, even as her own arm raised to kill the older Rose.
"Don't you dare," the Doctor said, almost threateningly. "Goodbye, Rose."
The younger version of Rose tried to resist, but ended up sobbing as she fired. River copied her a mere few seconds later.
In that moment, Rose felt like she had lost time. Like there was something missing from the nightmare, and then it resumed.
Rose could feel the start of her regeneration, like her body was exploding and burning and healing all at the same time. She felt the fire course through, with a calm cooling directly afterwards.
Amy kept screaming at their names. Rose glanced over and saw River and Rory holding her back from running to them. "I'm sorry," she heard the Doctor whisper beside her.
Soon, however, she heard another shot. Rose woke up.
Rose had felt like she was three different people at once. She was herself, dreaming, but at the same time, she was woman being killed and the woman killing. It all just confused her. This wouldn't actually happen, would it?
"Could you take care of that?" Rose asked the TARDIS, referencing the bed sheets that were covered in sweat.
The Doctor was always bragging about 'superior Time Lord biology' and how 'Time Lords don't...' with a list of things. Sweating was one of those things. Yet, here Rose was, covered in sweat.
Quickly, Rose grabbed some clothes from her dresser, stepping around the clutter that the Doctor had left in their room. Though, the clutter of their shared bedroom wasn't much different than when Rose had her own room. However, there were more sharp things lying around than she would've liked.
Rose showered in a hurry, ready to appear like nothing bad had happened. The Doctor let her have privacy in her mind, on occasion and for the most part, and her dreams were one thing that the Doctor never invaded, except for the rare accident.
She put on her jean miniskirt that she had once borrowed from Amy, who later insisted that she keep it due to the fact that it fit her well and Amy already had an overabundance of them, along with an old yellow t-shirt and her own jean jacket. Lacing her shoes, she took a few steadying breaths.
Rose strode into the console room, searching for the Doctor. "Doctor!" she yelled.
She heard another bang and the accompanying exclamation. She peered through the glass flooring, the Doctor stared back up at her, his goggles resting on the top of his head and a goofy look on his face.
The lights went black, leaving only the time rotor to illuminate the TARDIS.
"What did you do to her?" Rose questioned him, getting ready to come down the stairs before noticing that the Doctor was coming up.
"Nothing!" he replied, his voice pitching up several octaves. The Doctor went to stand by the console, trying to push buttons and flip levers to get the lights back on.
"Liar!" Rose studied the Doctor's face carefully in the TARDIS light. Was that blush?
"No, no, no. For once, this is me not lying, Rose Tyler. It was all you," the Doctor accused, speaking very quickly. The lights flickered back on as he pulled a final lever.
"How was that my fault?" Rose asked, coming to stand by him. He was blushing.
The Doctor walked to the other side of the console, grabbing the monitor, checking for any further damage to his ship. Rose followed him.
"Well?" she prodded, draping her arms on his shoulders.
He turned in her grip, wrapping his arms around her waist, a hand creeping down to squeeze her bum. She removed one hand and swatted his hand away, her eyebrows raised, waiting for an answer.
He leaned down, his lips brushing her ears as he whispered, "You're wearing a skirt."
Oh, Rose thought as realisation and blush started to sneak up on her. "Oops. Sorry."
Just then, someone knocked at the door. Both Rose and the Doctor stared at the TARDIS door, shocked and slightly irritated at the intrusion.
"I thought we were in the Vortex," Rose whispered.
"We were," the Doctor responded, his voice back to its normal pitch, "until you came in with your skirt and made me drop the couplings which trigger landing. We've landed."
Not bothering to check the monitor, Rose and the Doctor ran to the doors, opening them.
A skinny man with a bag strapped over his shoulder stood before them.
"Who're you?" the Doctor questioned incredulously.
"The mailman," he replied. "I was told to give a Rose Tyler and Doctor in a big blue police box these."
The mailman handed the TARDIS blue letters to them before walking away quietly.
"Okay then," Rose said, closing the doors and opening her letter as the Doctor opened his.
They were the exact same, except for the numbering on them. Rose's had a zero on it while the Doctor's had a one.
They were invitations.
22/04/2011
16:30 MDT
37̊ 0' 38" N 110̊ 14' 34" W
I always ask you guys what you think. So, what do you guys think? It's going to get complicated, and, yes, I had to do the skirt thing. I couldn't help myself. I can't wait to get going on this. I have some ideas that I would like to try.
I will try to finish my little thing to honour my uncle up soon, though it might be a while
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