I don't own Doctor Who or Quantum Leap. This story is set after New Earth, but is just a general leap for Sam.
The Doctor closed the Tardis doors behind him. Now that Cassandra was gone forever, perhaps He and Rose could go actually do some time travelling without interruption.
"Right," Rose said, already standing beside one of the control panels. "Where to now?"
"Well, I thought we might check out a planet on the edge of the Sunaris system. It's got a purple sun; great sunsets. The sky looks like it's raining grapes."
"Cool."
"But first," The Doctor said, walking slightly hurriedly towards one of the doors at the other end of the control room. "I need to make a quick pit stop. Just because I'm a Time Lord doesn't mean I can't take a leak."
Rose forced herself no to ask whether Time Lords sat down or stood up.
"Oh, do me a favour," The Doctor turned back. "Activate the quantum-pseudo calibrator."
"Eh?"
"Press the red button."
"Oh."
Rose obligingly pushed the solitary red button on the panel in front of her and the deep hum of the Tardis engines filled the room. She took a moment to wonder at the ship. What made it go? How did the outside fit around the inside? She never really watched Star Trek much, but standing inside a spaceship/time machine she couldn't help but marvel at the technology. Were she twelve years younger she wouldn't have been able to resist pushing every button and pulling every lever in front of her. She paced around the controls, waiting for the Doctor.
Far away, an eye was fixed on Rose, watching the young girl walk around the Tardis, watching her every movement. The screen showing the inside of the Tardis wavered for a moment as the Doctor's ship moved away in space and time. The second ship followed silently, masked behind its cloaking field. The eye watching Rose blinked, never for a moment averting its gaze, an almost mechanical impulse behind its movements. Still not looking away, an arm belonging to the creature whose eyes were so intently fixed upon the Doctor's young companion reached out and flicked a switch on the dashboard beside the screen. The cloaked ship increased its speed, following silently after the Tardis.
The Tardis materialised on a street corner of a litter-covered street, the evening breeze blowing bits of paper around. The door of the police box opened and the Doctor stepped out, followed closely by Rose.
"Hang on…" The Doctor checked himself as he looked around. "This isn't right."
"This doesn't look much like an alien planet. More like we're back in London."
"East London, 1985." The Doctor added. "But how we got here stumps me." He began down the street, his hands thrust in the pockets of his brown overcoat.
"Shouldn't we go back to the Tardis?" Rose called after him. "Maybe it was just a mistake."
"The Tardis doesn't make mistakes." The Doctor called back over his shoulders. "Especially not when I'm piloting it. No. Someone wants me here, and somehow tapped into the Tardis controls and brought it here." He stopped and turned back to Rose. "Well? Aren't you coming?"
Rose grinned and ran after him.
Just in time to avoid the volley of bullets splitting the air where she had just been.
The Doctor ran to stand between her and the gunmen, who had just appeared from behind a street corner. He grabbed his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at the gunmen, pressing a button and de-activating the firing mechanisms on the machine guns. He grabbed Rose and turned, sprinting away.
They stopped about three streets away and crouched behind an old, rusting yellow skip.
"Who were they?" Rose panted.
"I don't know, but they're out of place. Those guns are way too modern for this era. We've got to get back to the Tardis."
They froze as they heard footsteps approaching them.
"Hold on, I've got an idea." Rose said. "Take off your coat."
"What?"
"Just do it!"
The Doctor struggled out of his coat and handed it to Rose, who grabbed it and ran out from behind the skip, waving it about wildly in front of her.
"Be careful!" The Doctor called out. "And don't get it dirty!"
To the gunmen, Rose must have looked like a flying brown blob as she ran towards them. She flinched as the bullets zipped past her through the coat, but kept on going. Blindly, she crashed into one of the gunmen, knocking him to the ground. Before he could recover, Rose had grabbed his machine gun and was pointing it at the other two.
"Alright! Put your guns down!" Slowly, they obliged, raising their hands and dropping their weapons. "Doctor!" Rose called out. "You can come out now!"
The Doctor's head poked out from behind the skip, and, summing up the situation in a glance, stood up and jogged towards Rose.
"Right, well done." He congratulated her. "Now, where's my coat?" He grabbed the crumpled heap off the floor and pulled it on. "Ooooh," He whined. "It's full of holes!"
"Don't we have more important things to discuss?" Rose pointed out.
"Eh?" The Doctor looked around and seemed to notice the gunmen for the first time. "Oh, right. Now then, you lot." He stepped up to the tallest man and held the sonic screwdriver under his chin threateningly. "Who are you?"
The gunman snarled and breathed in the Doctor's face.
Breathed green gas.
The Doctor ducked down reflexively, but this distraction was enough for the man still on the floor to grab Rose's feet and pull her down. Grabbing her gun, he stood up and fired a volley at the Doctor, who was back on his feet.
He got him square in the chest.
Rose screamed, but the Doctor just looked down at the blood oozing through his suit.
"Oh, bugger." He said, and collapsed.
The gunmen ran, as if all they had come to do was kill the Doctor. Rose ran to him and knelt down beside him. She felt his hearts, but neither of them were beating. She thumped her fists onto his chest. "Come on!" She cried. Feeling his hearts again, she thrust her mouth onto his and blew, trying to get air back into his lungs. But to no avail. She tried and tried, but he refused to come back to life. Finally, she rested her head on his chest and sobbed. No. He couldn't be dead. After all they'd been through together. She had hardly got to know this new Doctor. What would she do now? He couldn't be dead. He just couldn't.
She felt heat. And one by one, his hearts began to beat again. Rose raised her head, and saw a glow envelope the Doctor's face. Of course! He was regenerating! As Rose watched, his face began to change beneath the glow. And slowly, it subsided, and Rose found herself staring into the face of the new new new Doctor.
"Hello? Doctor! Can you hear me?"
Sam opened his eyes and found himself looking into the face of a young blond girl.
"Doctor? We need to get back to the Tardis. We have to find out who those gunmen were and why they were shooting you."
"W-what?" Sam looked down and saw deep bloodstains on the pinstripe suit he was wearing.
"Oh boy."