Disclaimer: I do not own 'Doctor Who' and purely do this for fun. Also, brief reference to Justin Bieber, no offence intended. Also, reference to Bryan Adams, a song of his and a past concert in 1986. No copyright of anything at all intended, and I own nothing.
Chapter 1: Run to You
"Rose, I've already asked several billion times," The Doctor emphasised, "Could you hand me my sonic screwdriver?" He was in the lower depths of the TARDIS, kneeling down, and pulling out wires and other necessities, and all the while installing new gadgets and lights- all of which seemed to look more complex as he went on.
Rose seemed taken aback as she walked back into the central room of the TARDIS, "When did y' ask me that?" she asked incredulously.
"About half an hour ago, and every minute since then!" His tone was never angry when he spoke to Rose.
He pulled what resembled a 1980s car radio out from the depths and threw it up, over his head, just at the right time for Rose to walk past and catch it.
"Didn't notice I wasn't in 'ere then?" She swapped the 'radio' with his screwdriver on the control panel as she sighed. It wasn't a sigh of aggravation, nor was it a sigh of exasperation. It was, however, a sigh that The Doctor had grown to love and notice that it really showed Rose had just become used to his general obliviousness when he was in a dimension of his own.
He often spent time doing technical things to the TARDIS. Most of the time, he would be rewiring for the sake of it and not really doing anything substantially important. But he often found it took his mind off of things when Rose was sleeping when he would be alone with nobody to talk to for several hours. It wasn't that he didn't sleep, but he remained obstinate that 'sleep was for tortoises', so often only slept for a few hours when he most needed it.
Since travelling with The Doctor, Rose had been woken up multiple times in the middle of night either by a various, loud sirens or chaotic, flashing lights because The Doctor had made a slight 'error' when rewiring.
"What're you doin' anyway?" She asked, peering down into the gap in the metal grate flooring, where she found The Doctor amongst a tangle of wires reaching his hand out towards her. Rose stretched her arm as far as possible as she knelt next to the gap and handed him his beloved screwdriver.
"Thank 'ouuuu," He drew out last syllable as he usually does when saying 'thank you'. Rose giggled in response, as she usually does. Then he returned to answering her question, "Just reconfiguring the LTD." He said, as if he were expecting Rose to understand.
Rose sat quietly; a very confused expression plastered across her face, on the edge of the gap in the floor, staring at the back of The Doctor's head buried in a swarm of wires and lights.
The Doctor humorously huffed, "Humans..."
"Oi!"
He failed to suppress a slight giggle; he knew Rose would always stand up for her species. He handed her a bundle of wires. And once his voice had returned to a normal pitch, "It stands for 'Locating The Doctor'. I'm just trying to reconfigure it-"
"Reconfigure it to do what?" She asked.
"Well, if anything ever happens to you, for some reason or another... or you have actually done as you were told to stay in the TARDIS, and then something happens to me... I need you to be able to locate me."
"I thought you said the controls were isomoro... isomet-"
"Isometric, yes," He grinned when he turned to take the wires off of her, "That's what I'm trying to sort out, so you can at least press that one button-" He struggled with something for a few seconds before it sparked violently.
"Is that supposed to happen?"
"I don't know! It's never been so important for me to do this before!" He shouted above the sparking wires and groans of the TARDIS.
He untangled himself as he tried to step away, but all the while trying to actually stop the sparking. He paused momentarily, "Well that's not supposed to be there!" He noted, somewhat annoyed with himself. Just a quick rearrangement of a very small, but essential, component and the sparking had stopped and the TARDIS had resumed making a more healthy whirring noise, "Hah!"
He unwound the last tangled wires from his arms and legs and turned to hoist himself back up. He stumbled forward across one lonely wire, but he didn't fall. He had just about managed to shoot his arms upwards quick enough for Rose to catch each hand.
"That was close." He grinned and once he'd found his footing again he pulled himself up and bent down to push the metal grate across the gap. Rose's innocent but guilty eyes wandered across his body, all the way from his scruffy hair down to his trademark converses.
He turned before she could look skywards as if she were looking there the whole time. It was as if it hadn't occurred to her that in doing that it would look far more suspicious. He looked at her with a slightly confused expression, but with both eyebrows raised. His mouth was closed, with the tug of a suspicious, yet cheeky smile. He looked straight into her eyes, the cheekiness gleaming in his eyes and smile. Eventually that smile became a huge grin.
And almost as if he didn't notice anything at all, "So, where do you want to go?" All remnants of suspiciousness and cheekiness were gone, and he was back to being his usual self. It was almost as if he hadn't even noticed her wandering eyes. Or maybe he didn't want to say anything. Maybe he just wanted things between them to stay as they were. To keep the tension. The suspense in the unknown. The excitement. To run hand in hand away from the monsters, no questions asked. As if, they were already bonded together in some way and nothing would ever tear them apart.
"What about-"
"No, we're not going to see Bryan Adams again." He stated, already knowing what she was going to say.
"You said you loved it!"
"And I did. But we've already seen him seventy-two times! Give some other up and coming artists a chance, or we could wipe out all traces of Justin Bieber!" He stopped pacing around the console and wore a serious, contemplative smirk, "That wouldn't be such a bad thing. How does June 23rd 1986 sound? Prince's Trust? Mick Jagger'll be there?" His cheeky grin returned, and he continued to pace around the console, flicking a few switches and hitting a few buttons as he went around.
"A young Bryan Adams and a young Mick Jagger..." She bit her lip.
He walked up behind her and spoke over her shoulder, "Cheeky." Once Rose had started giggling, he couldn't help himself as he waggled his eyebrows and crossed around in front of her.
Rose blushed a deep red when he kept his face very close to hers, with his eyebrows raised. But before either of them could say anything the TARDIS jolted and she slammed into him. He managed to clasp onto her hips before the TARDIS jolted again, even more violently. He kept a firm grip, but the TARDIS was now hurtling towards Earth at a petrifying pace as he stumbled towards the screen, still holding protectively onto Rose.
"What's happening?" Rose shouted as they continued on their, almost certain, path to demolition.
"I don't know. We've just fallen out of the time vortex!" His face grew more and more confused as his eyebrows furrowed and his brow creased.
The TARDIS was spinning and shaking ferociously and completely out of control. He kept a strong hold on Rose as best he could, being ever so careful she wouldn't fall. But the flaw in that plan came when he stumbled and fell to the floor himself, and he pulled Rose down with him. They hit the metal grate with a painful clang.
His mouth and eyebrows reflected the frustration of his own confusion, but his eyes told a different story. He was scared; he was scared that he would break his promise to Jackie. To bring Rose home to her, safe and in one piece.
The TARDIS hurtled towards the Earth's surface, smashing into several buildings along the way. There was no way to control it.
When it had finally landed – or crashed – into the surface, The Doctor and Rose lay silently on the floor of the TARDIS. There was no lighting; no whirring. And more importantly, there was no power.
The Doctor was leaning protectively over Rose as the TARDIS settled down, followed by a last few sparks. And there was silence.
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