Hi, all! This is a derivative of an earlier fanfiction of mine by the same name that wasn't really well written. So I am redoing it. This chapter is going to be a little bit shorter than most because a lot of Rose was about her and finding the Doctor. I've skipped a lot of things that were in that episode because they had to do with Rose.
Rose
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The Doctor had landed in 21st century London. He'd been traveling on his own for a while now, and was missing being around humans, as thick as they were, and he found that a trip to pre-space travel London cured him of that. The console beeped. The Doctor looked at the screen. Nestene.
It had taken all day to find where the signal was coming from. It was more fun when he had a companion that he could show off to, but after what happened to Ace, he didn't want to put anyone in any more danger.
He waited until closing time to blow up the relay. Then, he soniced the back door and tried to find a way up the the roof, where the relay was.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" A man called from behind him.
The Doctor turned around, dug the psychic paper from his pocket and showed it to the man. "I'm Dr. John Smith, health safety. And you are?"
"Wilson, Chief electrician."
"Wilson, can you tell me how to get to the roof?"
"The roof? But-"
"Quickly, please, I'm on kind of a tight schedule."
"The lift is the quickest way. Take it to the top and at the end of the corridor is a door and a short flight of stairs."
"Good man. Now, I want you to get out as fast as you can."
"I'm sorry, sir?"
"You heard me. Go on, go home. Go have your lovely beans on toast." The Doctor walked towards the lift.
"Strange man." Wilson muttered, and walked into his office.
The Doctor was about to step into the lift, when he heard a man giving a strangled scream. The Doctor rushed back to where he had talked to the man, but he was too late. The man's body lay on the ground, unmoving.
Damn it. He thought. Stupid, stupid. They were already inside the building. Out loud he said, "I'm sorry," he looked at the man's name tag. "...Wilson."
The Doctor set the charge and started running. He ran and had almost made it into the lift. It attacked him, but the doors of the lift shut on it's arm. He took the Auton by the arm and pulled till the arm came off. As soon as the lift hit the basement he kept running. He only just made it to the TARDIS before the building went up. He walked in the TARDIS and started to triangulate the Nestene Consciousness from the arm.
Almost got it, He thought. Almost...
Tracking lost. The screen read.
"AAARRRRGGG!" He shouted. "The arm is too SIMPLE!" He went back to trying to filter the one signal from the Nestene. He looked for something, anything, but it would be impossible to find it until the signal went to full strength. He tried a different tact.
He sent out a signal of his own on all known Nestene frequencies.
"I seek audience with the Nestene Consciousness under peaceful contract, according to convention fifteen in the Shadow Proclamation." He said into the microphone. There was no answer.
"I know you can hear me, Nestene. Please reply." He waited. A screech came over the radio. "Thank you. Am I addressing the conscientiousness?"
Another screech.
"Thank you. If I might observe, you infiltrated this world using warped shunt technology. So, may I suggest with the greatest respect that you shunt off?"
Another screech, this time sounding plaintive.
"Oh, don't give me that. This is an invasion plain and simple. Don't talk about constitutional rights."
The conscientiousness screamed.
"I am talking!" The Doctor said. The conscience quieted down. "This planet is just starting. These stupid little people have only just learned how to walk but they're capable of so much more. I'm asking you, on their behalf, please, just go."
The conscience grumbled. The whole TARDIS shifted, and the Nestene Conscientiousness screamed. "I'm not attacking you! I am here to help. I am not your enemy." The Nestene gave a low growl.
"NO! No, honestly, no!" He said. "Yes, this is my ship."
The Nestene screamed again.
"That's not true!" The Doctor said. "I should know! I was there. I fought in the war! It wasn't my fault! I couldn't save your world, I couldn't save any of them!" The Doctor tried to move the TARDIS but the Nestene was stopping it somehow.
"AAAARRRHHGGGGG!" The Doctor screamed. He ran to the door, but when he open it, he was underground, surrounded by the mannequins. He slammed the door shut. Then paced, and thought.
I can't fly the TARDIS away, and I can't leave to find the Conscientiousness. Can't stop it, unless...
A blaring alarm on the console started going off.
"Unless they activate the signal!" He said. Stupid, stupid idea, Nestene. Gotcha. He looked at the location of the Conscience and frowned. "But that's not possible. That would mean that it's right out... side. Oh." He realized that they had taken him and the TARDIS to where they were hidden. He pulled the antiplastic from his jacket and looked at it. I was hoping I wouldn't have to use this. He thought soberly. He looked at the door. I'm going to have to make this quick, or it'll be the last thing I do.
He grasped the door handle, took a deep breath, and threw the doors open. The Autons crowded around him but he manged to push far enough through to toss the antiplastic at the Nestene Consciousness. The autons' hands fell open to reveal guns, and aimed at the Doctor. He shut his eyes tight and waited...
And waited. And waited. Finally, he cautiously opened his eyes. The autons were stumbling all over the place. "Yes!" He shouted. Then he realized. This place was going to go up in flames. He turned and ran back to the TARDIS, just in time. He heard the explosion through the door. He took a moment to catch his breath, then he stood up.
"Alright, sexy," he said to the TARDIS. "Where are we going next?"
The End of the World
The Doctor would not have a companion at this point. Since he would not have a companion, he doesn't go to the 51st century to impress them. Cassandra would have manufactured a hostage situation and gotten away with millions.
R&R, Please! The Unquiet Dead is next!
