Forgot to mention. I don't own Doctor Who - I'm just having fun with it.
Chapter 1
"You stupid, STUPID girl!" the Doctor roared into her face, his fingers biting painfully into her upper arms.
She stared at him, stared through him, barely acknowledging her surroundings as her mind replayed the last few, terrifying seconds… The armed men, the gun aimed at the Doctor's face, Jack flinging himself in the way, her screaming "No!" and trying to cover Jack's body with her own as the gun went off. Then they were all three falling to the ground in a tangle of limbs until Jack pulled away and threw himself at the gunmen.
"ROSE! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU PLAYING AT?!" He demanded, shaking her to get her attention. She snapped out of her shock induced trance and looked up at him. His eyes were full of cold, dark fury and she suddenly panicked, trying desperately to look away but she was captured, frozen in his hard, black glare. She choked on the rising tide of tears.
"I… I'm sorry, I…." she begun to stammer, flushed and flustered.
"Don't you ever, EVER do anything like that again, Rose Tyler!" His harsh shouts were starting to draw the attention of nearby shoppers and people were beginning to stop and stare, the anger in his voice overpowering the perception filters' ability to keep them hidden. Rose flinched and squirmed, eyes wide and scared, trying to break free of his grasp.
"Doctor…" Jack's voice broke through, calm but serious. "Doctor, wait. Rose is hurt."
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It had been almost exactly two weeks since that day in Canary Wharf. The day that everything changed. And yet, inexplicably, and against all laws of time and space, everything had also stayed the same. Well, almost….
She'd lost her grip on the lever and flown into the arms of her future self. Slightly older, perhaps a bit leaner, with less makeup and a blue jacket, but still definitely her. Then, while she was still reeling from the shock of that, she'd seen her dad, or the alternate universe version of her dad, flicker into the space between herself, future Rose and the void and seeing the two Roses tangled but standing, had flickered out again. The ghost of his astonished expression stayed with Rose as the void shimmered and closed and both women tumbled to the floor as the pressure in the room suddenly righted itself.
"I haven't got long" future Rose said quickly. "I've jumped across time and space and through dimensions to get here.
I'm changing things, I'm changing your future, my present … the Doctor's future" she laughed, almost manically "…and I think, in a moment, I'm gonna disappear!"
She flashed an insane grin and then gripped Rose's arm, her expression suddenly desperate, pleading. "I couldn't stay there! Not without him. I tried but I've seen too much, done too much to ever settle for that life. And I know it's wrong, it's selfish and wrong, I know, I know…!
But this was my chance to change it, I've been thinking about this for years and I know I've created a paradox coming here and changing my future… our future. But there are so many tears in the fabric of time and space, right here, right now, that the universe won't even notice this one – just a stitch in time!" she grinned a wide, toothy grin and then her face turned serious "…I just hope he can forgive me."
Future Rose raised her eyes to look at the Doctor who was sprinting across the room towards them. Her expression was a peculiar mix of guilt, pain, longing and hope. Rose's stomach constricted into a tight knot just seeing it. Then, suddenly, the other woman was gone, just gone…! And Rose was on the floor by herself, gasping to get her breath back, turning to face the Doctor as he skidded to a halt, beside her, his trainers squeaking loudly on the cold, white floor.
She'd heard him described as the Oncoming Storm before, of course she had. But she'd never really understood what that actually meant until that moment, on that day. At that moment, on that awful day, while lying on the cold, hard floor of the white room in Torchwood, she fully appreciated that he was not human. He wasn't even close.
That was when, for the first time, she saw him how his enemies saw him.
That stony, relentless, unforgiving, full powered, furious and totally alien, glare of a Time Lord.
That glare alone was enough to make whole armies turn and flee, and for the first time ever, the full force of that glare was directed at her, Rose Tyler.
She cowered, crumbling within and instinctively tried to drag herself away from him with a fearful whimper, her body trembling as he towered over her.
The air seemed to thicken as the silence lengthened and Rose felt liquid fear pooling in her stomach, chilling her to the core until she finally managed to tear her gaze away from his.
"What did you do Rose?" He finally broke the silence, his voice was low and tight as though he were fighting to control it, and sounding all the more dangerous because of that.
"Me?" she squeaked in protest. "I didn't do anything!"
Within an instant he'd dropped so he was crouching over her, his eyes burning into hers. She tried to scramble away from him but her body was numb with shock.
"I'm serious Rose." He warned, his voice a deadly whisper. "What did you just do?"
