Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any of its properties. If I did, Steven Moffat would not be in charge right now.
Notes: This was written forever ago and posted to Tumblr. In an attempt to update this account with some things, I decided to post it here. Takes place twelve years after "Journey's End," so Tony is roughly fifteen here.
Mama Bear
Tony wasn't supposed to be there.
He wasn't supposed to be there.
But he was there, backed into a corner by one of the Super-Vocs, unarmed and completely defenseless. The Super-Voc was going for the kill—Rose could tell it was, and it was that which caused her to act without thinking herself. Ignoring the fact that her own gun was out of juice, Rose ran hell-for-leather across the ground, jumping up the hood of a parked car so she could propel herself off the roof. The result was that she cut the distance between them in half, and instead of having her path to Tony blocked by the Super-Voc, she was able to slide between them, pivoting on the ball of her foot so that her back was to Tony, and she was facing the Super-Voc head on.
"Rose!" Tony cried, and as he tried to get up she crouched low, pressing him back against the wall, her arms spread out on either side of him.
"Stay down," she told him in a tense voice, her eyes not leaving the Super-Voc's face. Tony put his hands on her shoulders in an attempt to move around her, but even if he had surpassed her in height, she still had enough upper-body strength to push him back. "Tony, I mean it."
"Rose," he said, and even though she could tell he was trying to sound brave, she could also hear the panic and fear in his voice. She was his big sister, after all. "You've got a plan, right? You're not—that thing's not gonna—you can't die because I was stupid and—"
"Hush up a minute," Rose snapped. "I'm thinking." The Super-Voc raised its gun, aiming it directly at her face. She had about two seconds to think of a plan, but without anything to arm herself with and faced with a robot that was programmed not to listen to reason from anyone other than its creator, she was pretty sure that two trillion seconds wouldn't be enough time. In an undertone, she hissed, "I'm pretty sure that shot won't go through me, and the Doctor said these things need a minute or two to recharge after each one. When you get the chance, run."
Tony sounded horrified. "No. No, I'm not—!"
But he didn't have time to say much else. Rose kept him back as the tell-tale whine of the Super-Voc's gun filled the air, and braced herself for the blast, only to have the Super-Voc explode in a shower of bolts and pieces of scrap metal, the shrapnel cutting across Rose's cheek and causing Tony to yelp as a stray piece hit him. From beyond the smoking wreckage where the Super-Voc had stood, Rose saw her mother poised with a large gun in her arms, a look of absolute fury on her face.
"Go near my children again, and see what happens!" she said, apparently speaking to the destroyed robot before she added, "I'll blow the whole lot of you up! See if I don't!"
"Go Mum," Tony said, his tone a mixture between awestruck and amused. Rose still felt tense, but as her mother stalked across the ground toward them—no doubt to shout at them both for almost getting themselves killed, Tony especially—she couldn't help but smile a little.
Her mother wasn't supposed to be there, either, but as was always the case when either Rose or Tony were in trouble, she had come through for both of them, big time.