A/N: Alrighty folks! This is the last episode of my Better With Two series. I hope you all enjoyed it! And if anyone wants to see larger covers for these episodes, go ahead and check out my fic page on my tumblr!
A blast fired over him and the Doctor ducked his head down as a green laser flew past singeing his hair. The beam traveled through the air and stuck the small blue police box that lay down the alley. The sound of weapons being recharged came from behind the running Time Lord and he looked ahead to see Rose wrenching open the TARDIS door.
"Get down!" the Doctor yelled to his companion. Rose let out a scream as another laser beam shot past her and went into the TARDIS. She and the Doctor fell to the floor of the main console room. Rose covered her head as sparks flew up from the time rotor.
The Doctor pushed himself partly off the floor and slammed the TARDIS door, locking out their attackers. Scrambling to his feet, he rushed over to Rose and hauled her up from the floor.
"Did they see you?" the Doctor gripped her shoulders, shaking her slightly.
"I don't know!" Rose cried with fear flashing in her eyes.
"But did they see you?" the Doctor raised his voice.
"I was too busy running!"
"Rose, it's important!" the Doctor shook her again. He had to be sure. "Did they see your face?"
"No," Rose said after a few beats. "They couldn't have!"
The Doctor released his companion and ran over to the main console, tossing his coat in the bend of one of the coral beams. He flipped a switch on the control board and the TARDIS shuttered.
"Off we go," he said breathlessly. The TARDIS lurched as it entered the time vortex. A quick beeping noise filled the ship and the Doctor's eyes widened. Growling, he spun the computer screen around the console until it fell in front of him. Warning signs were written in Gallifreyan on the screen.
"Argh! They're following us," he shouted and began pressing buttons and flipping switches on the TARDIS.
"How can they do that?" Rose came up to him. "You've got a time machine."
"Stolen technology," the Doctor said quickly. "They've got a Time Agent's vortex manipulator. Like the one Jack used to have. They can follow us wherever we go. Right across the universe." The Doctor ran a hand through his hair. "They're never going to stop. Unless— I'll have to do it."
The Doctor turned to Rose and stared down at her. Fear was written all over her face as she gazed back up at him.
"Rose, you trust me don't you?" he asked her.
"Of course I do," Rose said.
"Because it all depends on you," the Doctor reached down below the main console, searching for the object that could possible save their lives. Soon his hand closed around a smooth round device.
"What does?" Rose leaned over the controls to look at him. "What am I supposed to do?"
"Take this watch," the Doctor came back up holding a grey fob watch with intricate little designs drawn on its cap. "Because my life depends on it. This watch, Rose. This watch is—"
John Smith's eyes shot open as he awoke from his slumber. Blinking slowly he gazed about the room, half expecting to see the round walls of the spaceship from his dreams around him. Instead, the four bland, wood paneled walls stared back at him. He was in his room. His small quaint room at the school where he taught.
Groggily, John pulled off the covers and sat on the side of the cot, rubbing his tired eyes. He could hear voices of the boys outside his door. The time must be between class periods. A soft knocking came from the door.
"Come in," John called out, reaching for his dressing gown. The door was opened slowly and Rose walked into the room, carrying a white teapot and cup on a tray. She was dressed in all black, save for a white collar, apron and small circular hat with ribbons running down the back. The typical uniform for a school maid, but still the sight of her made John's heart skip a beat as always.
"Pardon me, Mister Smith," Rose's eyes widened when she saw he was just dressed in his sleepwear and she turned away. "You're not dressed yet. I can come back later."
She made to leave, but John called her back as he wrapped his brown robe about him.
"No, it's alright, it's alright," he waved a hand and walked over to lean on one of the desks in his study. "Put it down."
Rose turned around and crossed the room slowly. Gently, she placed the tea tray on a centre table next to a leather settee.
"I was, er," John started, furrowing his brow. "Sorry, sorry."
John shook his head, trying to clear his jumbled thoughts. Rose glanced at him as she went over to the large windows, drawing the curtains back.
"Sometimes I have these, extraordinary dreams," John began again.
"What about, sir?" Rose asked going over to another window.
"I dream I'm this," John tried to find a word to describe himself in dreams. "Er, adventurer. This daredevil, a madman. The Doctor, I'm called. And last night, and actually, er, most nights, I dreamt that you're there. As my," John fumbled. "Companion."
"A teacher and a housemaid, sir?" Rose glanced up at him from where she stood by the tea tray, pouring him a cup. "That's impossible."
"I was a man from another world, though," John frowned slightly and got up from the desk. He sauntered across the room and over to the mantel above the small hearth in his room.
"Well, then it can't be true," Rose offered as she prepared his breakfast. "Cos there's no such thing."
"This thing," the Doctor muttered reaching out to pick up the small fob watch from the mantel. "The watch is…"
Rose glanced over his shoulder and watched him intently. Sighing, John placed the watch back in its spot and shook his head.
"Hm, it's funny how dreams slip away," John turned back to Rose. "But I do remember one thing. It all took place in the future. In the Year of Our Lord two thousand and six."
"I can prove that wrong for you, sir," Rose smiled a picked up the morning's paper from beside the tea tray. "Here's the morning paper. It's Monday, November 10th, 1913, and you're completely human, sir."
Rose offered him the paper, and he took it, gazing down at the date. He laughed softly.
"As human as they come," Rose added.
"Mmm, that's me," John smiled at her. "Completely human."