Thank all of you who have been reading my stories. It means a lot to me that you enjoy the stories but more than anything I hope that they have touched you as both worlds have touched me. I decided to rewrite Not Alone for a few reasons. One being that I have started collaborating again with a good friend of mine, Rae Carson. Secondly, I wanted it to make more sense to those who don't know what Doctor Who is.
My Potter friends have just gotten me into Doctor Who. Now I am completely hooked. After watching the first five seasons of it I have been inspired to combine this world with a world that will always bring me and so many other fans so much joy. I hope you also enjoy this story as well. Thank you again.
DJ Vivian
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights or characters of Doctor Who and Harry Potter.
The entire console shook like they had been attacked by something from the outside. The brown-haired man ducked under falling cylinders and sparks.
"No! No! No! Come on, not now!" The man shouted at the machine, darting around the mainframe of the TARDIS. Could the Master have drained it of all life in order to stop him? He continued, flipping every and any switch that he could. Sparks flew from every direction. The Master had somehow survived their last visit. How, the Doctor did not know.
Instinctively, he burned the body in honor but somehow he had come back from the dead. Earth wasn't enough for the Master; now it appeared he wanted the entire universe. The TARDIS shook again from another hit. He rubbed the main cylinder out of worry.
"You can do it, old friend," he uttered to it as if trying to reassure the thing. "We have been through worse…" One by one, the lights started to fade to darkness and silence met the man. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and aimed the blue tip in front of him. There was only a few other times where the TARDIS had completely died.
He scanned everything with the screwdriver five times to find the cause. The blue light began to flicker. He put it up to his ear tapping it with his finger. Now whatever it was also affected his screwdriver.
"Show yourself right now, Master!" The Doctor roared into the emptiness. "Stop hiding behind what you think is power!" He tapped the device again but it died finally. He threw it out of anger. He leaned up against the wall running his hands through his hair. His brown eyes stared off into space. He had nothing and was sure that the Master was waiting to make his victorious entrance.
He blinked several times because he thought his eyes were just going weird on him. Everything was starting to blur together. Out of nowhere a wave of dizziness hit him like nothing else. He closed his eyes trying to evade overwhelming feeling.
He only felt like this one time before when the stream between time and space had been tampered with. But why would the Master mess with something so fragile? It could not only kill every other being in the whole of the universes, but the Master and the Doctor as well.
The Doctor grabbed whatever was closest to him as he stumbled across to the door. He almost wondered if he were in regeneration again. He felt the usual pain that came with the process.
He barely made it to the door before collapsing on the ground. His sight had blurred over and he was too weak to reach for the handle. The part he hated the most—the changing—was coming.
From feet away from him he could feel light being shone on him. That meant someone had found him. He was anticipating the laughter from a gleeful Master but heard something that he had left not long before.
"Doctor, it's Rose," he heard immense concern and fear in her voice. He now felt her beside him. He couldn't believe it. He had found her again. But then again, something always managed to draw them together. "We found your TARDIS here by the beach…" He tried to meet her eyes, hating the fact that his own eyes wouldn't work properly and he couldn't see those beautiful brown eyes of hers.
"Rose…" he said feebly. He didn't like her seeing him like this. She ran her fingers through his hair. She took his hand and squeezed it gently.
"Yes, it's me, I'm here…just stay with me," she said. Her voice withheld the tremor that threatened to show itself. He found strength in her to not slip away completely. "Help is coming." He winced…damn…the pain was increasing.
"The Master…" he had to tell her before he lost all conscience thought, "did…something…" The Doctor closed his eyes tightly. He squeezed her hand trying to finish what she needed to know, "He did something to time…and space…" A familiar voice rang out from behind them.
"Rose? Rose, what happened?" He heard his voice questioning the young woman. It was odd to hear his own voice coming from another place except himself. "What happened?" The voice said more tersely.
"He said that the Master did something to time and space," Rose said, still by the Doctor's side. He loved how she had never changed. Immediately taking charge when he couldn't. He sensed all feeling leave his body.
"Explains the hooded figures that suddenly appeared," the other Doctor said. "We need to get him out of here. Who knows what else might be coming?" he said ominously. Hooded figures…It could mean one thing. Something had gotten into that universe with him. Everything disappeared into darkness.
"Doctor?" was the last word he heard as silence took over him.
He didn't know how long he had been unconscious for when he began to awaken. The Doctor's vision was still distorted from the previous dizziness. Just before he blacked out, his memories had hearkened back to his last days on Gallifrey. The Daleks had tried to do something similar with the fabric of time and space. That was what killed half of the other Time Lords and his family. His son was mercifully executed in front of him by the soulless metal beasts.
He had originally pleaded with the council to protect his family but was told that they were too far into the war. That was when he knew the truth: They were all corrupted by power. From that point on, he decided to fully dedicate himself to being the best Doctor that he could. If he devoted his life to helping other universes, then hopefully, he wouldn't be anything like his fellow Gallifreyans and therefore wouldn't want anything to do with absolute power. He also figured that if he travelled alone then he would never have to witness another innocent life lost. But it never seemed to work out that way.
Something damp, cool, and soothing was being applied across his face. The Doctor heard someone's voice as he stirred. It was Rose. This reminded him of the time he had regenerated to save Rose's life from the heart of the TARDIS being inside of her and how she had taken care of him, watched over him. He felt her careful touch on his hand.
Certainly, he had cared for each of his companions, but Rose had been more than that to him. That was partly why he couldn't let her go so easily. Knowing she was there by his side, yet again, brought him out of the swirling blackness.
"Hey there," she said softly. He could feel that he wasn't quite well enough to sit up yet. He could make out that he was in a rather fancy room. It was very elegant but had Jackie Tyler's distinct taste all over it. He deduced he was in Pete Tyler's mansion.
"Hey…" he said with a weak smile. It hit him just then how much he had missed her. Her eyes mirrored the same thought.
"Don't worry, the TARDIS is being worked on by Donald," Rose said with a slight smile. He drew a blank of who she had meant until he knew she wouldn't let just anyone work on the TARDIS. Who else knew it best?
"Donald. Nice choice of names," he said, smirking a bit, "I guess you can't go around calling him Doctor 2.0, can you?" he jested lightly, causing her to laugh. He loved hearing that sound. He noticed a good-sized ring on her left ring finger. He couldn't help it as his heart sank a bit by what it meant.
"So when did…" he asked, trying to sound causal. He tried to get up as Rose gently pushed him back down. She followed his glance to her ring. Her cheeks reddened.
"Just a couple months now…" Rose said, smiling happily at her hand. "Mum started to yell at the priest for almost burning the license. It was still beautiful. Living with my parents for now, until things are safer…" Her eyes turned worried.
The Doctor reflected on the brief conversation that happened before this point. "What has happened since we last met?" He asked directly.
Rose sighed, suddenly turning serious. "Well, months after you, left strange people had been appearing every now and then. Almost like what happened with Torchwood before coming here," she explained, apparently still confused about it.
"Strange? In what way?" The Doctor asked intently, wondering what could have caused another rip in the Vortex.
"They seem to travel through black smoke and always in the same thing. A hooded black cloak with a skull-like mask. People have either completely vanished or turned up dead," Rose continued on. She was obviously relieved that he was back and didn't even care to ask him how he had managed to get there. At this point, he didn't even know the answer to that question himself.
"Those who have died…" Rose continued, "…nothing was found that could have caused it. No wounds, no signs of being poisoned, or anything. Just dead…" The Doctor's mind tried immediately to think of what kind of creature could have been capable of doing that. He could think of only one that could. The Carrionites.
"You say that they wore masks?" The Doctor inquired, trying to analyze the situation at hand. Rose nodded in response. The man slowly sat up in immense thought. They were the perfect creatures with the Master to join forces.
"Yes, and…" her voice trailed off as if she wasn't sure how to say something. He looked at her directly. She continued, "It looked like they had some type of…wand…" she finished, staring back at him, as if hardly believing what she had to say with her own mouth.
"Apparently, the Carrionites have found their way to this universe," The Doctor concluded seriously. "Fought them with Martha and Shakespeare. Carrionites use powerful words to open portals."
"So like a spell or charm?" Rose questioned, thrown off by his explanation.
"Yes and no. Carrionite technology can be described by some as witchcraft. But what it really is, is a word-based science. The placement of the precise words in the right place could open any portal they want. But they have used humans who have true power of words. During that time, it was Shakespeare," he explained rapidly. "By the way, he had a brilliant mind!"
"Do you think this Master person is working with them to open portals to other universes?" Rose tried to piece the puzzle together. He nodded, wincing slightly.
"Exactly what he is doing?" asked Rose.
"He wants to dominate every universe, not just the one in which Earth exists," the Doctor said grimly. It all made sense now, though he couldn't quite explain it to everyone else yet…
The door to the room opened slowly. A dark-haired girl about the age of 16 poked her head inside. She almost seemed a bit too cautious to enter. The Doctor found himself being drawn to her, exactly the same way he had been drawn to each previous companion.
"Emma, what is it?" Rose asked the girl curiously. Upon being addressed, she walked in with a tea tray. She made her way to the bed with her eyes scanning the Doctor. She was trying to figure him out.
"Oh, your mum wanted me to bring up some tea for the Doctor," she said, still looking at him. "Said it may help." Rose smiled, taking the tray from Emma. She saw the same fascination in Emma's face that Rose must have had when Rose first met the Doctor.
"Doctor, this is Emma Miller," Rose introduced the girl to him politely. He nodded his head.
"What? Do I have something unsightly on my face?" The Doctor said, feigning concern as he felt his face as Emma continued to stare. "I don't bite, I promise." He saw the girl begin to relax a bit. He could see the same pain of loss in her eyes. It was similar to the expression he always carried. "Thank you for the tea."
"You are welcome and nice to meet you too, Doctor," Emma said smiling politely, "Rose speaks of you highly." This made Rose blush slightly but she covered it up well.
"We did have some brilliant times together," he said, winking at the young woman. "The best times, actually." He caught the familiar light in Rose's eyes as she started to remember.
"Yeah they were…" she said, suddenly lost in memories.
"I wouldn't mind travelling through time and space," Emma said after a moment. She had spoken resolutely, as if something had abruptly lit a spark inside of her. The Doctor smiled more.
"I think not!" Jackie Tyler yelled from the doorway with a baby bundled in a blanket in her arms. "The last thing I need is another child going off and fighting who knows what," she said briskly. "Besides, you are way too young." The spark faded into darkness in an instant. "Go on, let the man rest." Emma muttered something before leaving the room.
The Doctor watched her walk away, trying to pinpoint what was truly there. Something beneath the surface lay within her. Jackie sighed worriedly after Emma had closed the door. "Her family vanished a few months ago. Later, they were found dead in their home. They were close friends of the family," Rose explained, watching the Doctor's expression.
"So we took her in…it's been a hard year for her…The headmaster of her school was murdered a month before her family died," Jackie picked up solemnly while adjusting the babe in her arms. This intrigued the Doctor even more.
"What kind of school?" the Doctor asked, wanting to gather as much information as he could on Emma.
"Some kind of boarding school but she doesn't talk about it," Jackie answered gravely. This caused a flag to go up in the Doctor's head. There had to been something about this school that Emma was hiding from them. Something that could have been linked to how her parents had died.
