Second chance: a Doctor who fan fiction

Chapter one: one last trip

The girl was running. Her backpack was bothering her, but she wouldn't have gotten rid of it for anything in the world. She was hopping she wouldn't be too late. She was running through fire and through the mas of people running away. She was running towards the place they came from. She finally reached her destination, and swore. Everything was so quiet now. The place was full of alien corpses, of different species, and among them, in the center of the room, were two other dead bodies. It was Clara and the Doctor. She ran toward them. Taking no care of the impossible girl, she listened at the Doctor's hearts. None was still beating. She swore again. No! It couldn't be! It couldn't end this way, not after everything shed did to find him! He had to live. She tried all she could to bring him back, but it led her nowhere. Then, she looked around her and saw it. A blue box. THE blue box. The Tardis was still there. She suddenly understood the solution that was just before her eyes. She tried the door. It wasn't locked. She entered, and went straight to the driving post. She put a gentle hand on it, stared at the central column, and talked to the most faithful of all the Doctor's companions.

"Please," she said, "Help me. I still can save him. Please. Just one last trip. For the Doctor."

The engine mourned weakly, and transported the girl to a deserted street of London, before it disappeared forever. She looked around and smiled. She recognized the Powell estate.

The Doctor, standing against a wall, was sadly smiling, and talking with his dear Rose Tyler. A version of Rose who didn't know him yet. He knew that, and thought it was better this way. No tears, no whys, no worries. He wanted to see her one last time before his foretold death, and now, he was watching her going back home.

"Happy New Year," she said.

"And to you," he replied. "By the way, what year is it?"

"Blimey," she laughed, "how much did you take?"

He smiled poorly.

"2005," she finally answered. "January the first."

"2005… you know what? You're gonna have a great year."

"Yeah?"

She smiled, and he smiled back, then she went away to go to her apartment, ending their talk with a "see you!" He watched her until he couldn't see her anymore, then turned to his Tardis and took a step in that direction. Suddenly, someone grabbed his shoulder. He turned back to face a black-haired girl, carrying a backpack. He thought she wasn't quite dressed for the season, wearing black thin pants, black sneakers, and a black lace t-shirt. She looked at him straight in the eyes and said:

"I'm sorry, I can't let you do that."

She took the Time Lord's face in her hands, and then kissed him on the lips. Then, the Doctor felt all the radiations absorbed leaving his body to go inside the girl. When it was done, she collapsed.

"NO! He shouted."

He held her before she hit the ground, and laid her slowly. He took her pulse. Her heart was still beating, but it was weak. He knew she shouldn't stay there, but he couldn't take her to the Tardis.

"HELP ME!" He shouted again, hopping someone would come.

And that how and why Rose Tyler ran out to the street. She saw that strange man, and the girl laying at his feet. She didn't take time to think, and proposed him to take her to her own bedroom. The Doctor gravely accepted, took the girl in his arms, and followed Rose, who took the backpack. She knocked at her apartment door.

"Mickey! Mickey, it's me! Open the door! Hurry up!"

Dragged steps were heard, and then:

"All right, all right! I'm coming! No need to yell!"

The door finally opened, and Mickey smith looked surprised to see his girlfriend with two complete strangers, one of them being unconscious. However, he let them pass. Rose led them to the bedroom, and the Doctor gently put the girl on it, and then stepped back.

"What happened to her?" Rose asked.

"She… well, she… I don't know," he lied. "She just came to me, and then she collapsed."

The girl on the bed suddenly started to shiver. Rose tried to get closer, but the Doctor stopped her.

"Stay away," he said.

Then the girl opened her mouth, and some black smoke got out of her. The Doctor swiftly reached the window, and opened it. The black smoke quietly flew out the window. Once it was over, the girl stopped shivering, and fell into a deep sleep again. The Doctor took her pulse, and noticed the heart was now beating normally. He turned to Rose.

"Apparently, she's getting better," he said. "If you don't mind, I'd like to stay until she wakes up. As soon as I know who she is, I'll leave, and never bother you again."

"Of course," she replied. Stay as long as you need. "Can I make you some tea?"

The Time Lord smiled frankly for the first time of the day, and gratefully accepted. Then, he waited for the girl to wake up, drinking his tea, absently listening at Mickey asking Rose for explanations she couldn't give him. He looked at the girl, and noticed the number tattooed on the inner side of her wrist, wondering its meaning. This number was 3642.