Summary: After JE, Rose didn't get to grow old with the Human Doctor. As soon as the connection to the TARDIS was broken, his 900+ years caught up with him and he turned to dust and blew away in the seabreeze. He didn't even have time to realize what had happened before he was gone. She still had a pocket sized version of the dimension cannon on her and she fired it off without even aiming it...trying to follow him.

Author's Note/Advanced Warning: DUE to some recent problems with a few people, I find myself needing to add a bit of information that has nothing, or at least, very little, to do with the fic itself.


FOREWORD


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NOW, on to the story...


In Need of Rescue


It took her a little while, but she finally figured out that she had landed in the correct universe, but it was long before Pete's World had split off, it was long before she was born, too. Unfortunately, that meant that the era she was in was near the end of the last Ice Age. She had used the Dimension Canon one last time after the clone had blown away, the Doctor's departure causing his Years to catch up to his clone and the clone was dust and gone in the blink of an eye.

Gone...taking her future with him. The pocket cannon crumbled to useless bits of trash in her hand as she landed. There would be no more travel...not on her own, anyway.

It was amazing the things she had actually retained, skill-wise, despite thinking she'd never use them again. Like bow making, arrow manufacture and the making of boar spears. She had, at one time or Time or another learned to find dry, usable firewood in the heaviest snow or most sodden, rain-soaked forest, to make and use leather for various needs including clothing and portable shelters, learned to make short, light skis and snowshoes for heavier snow, to locate, if on Earth, quartz and flint to set off sparks big enough to start a fire from scratch...in short, she had herself pretty well supplied in a few days. She had even learned once, to cut intricate jewels with primitive tools...and string them on leather cords for bracelets and necklaces. That would do for a craft, she thought...and supply her with trade items.

Budding trees and melting snow told her that it was early spring, finding animal traps, old ones as they were falling apart, told her there were humans somewhere pretty close. Survival over a longer period would require the company of others, there were too many large predators to make living alone viable...but there was danger to the ancient Timestream if she did so...she prayed that the Doctor was paying attention. Communication alone would likely cause some kind of fluctuation, unless of course the TARDIS was still translating for her. And then there were the little things she was used to having that she could and would make...because those little things were less likely to cause damage while still getting his attention.

She did wonder which Doctor was watching this far back, though, because she strongly doubted it'd be one that knew her. And she knew she'd be in trouble for it, but...the alternatives didn't really leave her much choice.


She had found them at the end of Spring, wandering into what looked like several camps of people from all over and quickly running into a language problem. She learned the local language fairly fast, but to do that she had to trade words for words, teaching her teachers 'modern' English in the process. That wasn't what got the Doctor's attention, though. Oh no, what got his attention was her bow...for she hadn't gained her bow making skill on Earth, nor learnt to use it here...


"That's not bloody possible...not from one of you lot." Came an annoyed voice behind her, in clear English, after she had taken down a deer with her arrow. "That isn't even an Earth style bow."

"Took you long enough to find me...and why didn't learning the local language set you off? Which regeneration of Doctor are you? Time Lost companion here." She answered, hesitating before she turned around.

"Time Lost...oh you poor girl." He laid a hand on her shoulder and put the fingers of the other under her chin to raise her face. "Yes. Time does swirl around you, doesn't it?"

She knew him. Had seen pictures of this him.

"Oh...I've seen you in your Eighth form, in the Gallery...how long have you had that body...could be too dangerous to go with you if you're on the tail end of it. Depending on what happens, so much could change. Massive, great huge, universe changing as a whole, type of editing, I suppose, would be a good word." She paused, placed a hand on his wrist and suggested, "Might have to forward a memory to Tenth, come and get me. That might be wiser. Not at all what I'd want...but that's up to you. I can't make that call. Or actually, I could...but I refuse to. It's your timeline, not mine."

"Ah, yes. Indeed it is. Sounds like I've trained well." He studied her. "I've been recalled to Gallifrey."

"Call Ten, tell him that I'm more than willing to perform the events of Sat Five in the now instead in the then and let your elder self make the call. It happened on Nine's watch, Ten should be able to..."

"In that case, yes, my Tenth self would be able to make the call."


She was silent for a moment, "Now, on to other things. I haven't shared out the bow or taught anyone how to make this kind. Did teach them to make and use a standard, English longbow, though. Learned jewel making on Taquiz Nine and used the skill on local stone to make trade items. Long story. Long enough to need Vortex Time. Let me get my things, then get me out of here?"

"Yes, certainly. You seriously can't stay here."

She gave him a cheeky, tongue touched smile. "Hmm. Let's see, a drafty, cold cave in highly primitive conditions during an Ice Age or quite probably my proper room in the protective grace of the TARDIS...and oh yeah, YOU...duh?"

In response to her cheek, the Eighth Doctor threw back his head and roared with laughter.


He wasn't usually the touchy sort, at least not with someone he didn't know yet. But Rose was obviously someone very much at the very end of what little personal strength she had left. She had wrapped herself around one of the support struts in the console room and flatly refused to tell him why. His ship simply told him he was too young to be told, that Rose belonged to his Tenth...and that Ten would know why.

"I am to take you to Eleven." He told Rose after speaking to his elder form. Tenth had forbidden the change, as you expected. he told himself. It was, he had told himself, just too huge...he'd also told him to talk to Eleven instead. The older, boyish looking self told him that there was a relatively minor change that could and should be made and that he was to do that first, before anything else. The TARDIS gave the Eighth the date that River would be lost and told him to take her to Eleventh after that. Right after, in fact.


"Why Eleventh?" Rose asked later as he explained the plans the three of him had made.

"Because my currently oldest elder me told me that there are things Ten must do and my remaining time in that body is too short for you to share the remaining tenure. Regeneration, so my Tenth self said, is already beginning. There are also things I must do in my Eleventh body, before I can return you to me...but once I do, you will be fine...and so shall I. Now hush."

She stared at him owlishly until he blinked first. He looked a bit non-plussed, not many humans tried that method and none, until Rose, had succeeded. She was an odd one, for sure. "How..."

"Practiced on house cats: Common, 21st Century, Earth, house cats. Some, part who knows what and part Siamese cats, actually...if you can make a cat blink, Time Lords aren't a problem...particularly you. If there's one single thing that every companion learns, fairly fast, it's that you, Doctor, have the attention span of a gerbil."

"Oi!"

"Well, maybe. I think the gerbil actually has a longer one and I know common mice do, so..."

"Roooooose!"


**TBC**


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