I don't own Doctor Who, unfortunately. Constructive criticism is always welcome!
I'm sorry if I get a few details wrong. I'm also not too fond of River, so you're not gonna see her in this story. None of that "River Song" stuff ever happened...
Rose Tyler died on the eighteenth of January, 2011. On that same day, another Time Lord was born.
Friends and family wept at the funeral. The first to stand at the podium was Jackie Tyler. Next was Pete Tyler, and the last was the DoctorDonna Meta-Crisis, better known as John Smith.
Murmurs circulated throughout the small crowd. It was a blue convertible, a hit and run. The few witnesses said the driver was a teenage girl with long, dark hair and tanned skin. The girl had been wearing a white shirt and a blue scarf. She'd stopped beside Rose's lifeless body, peered over her sunglasses, then her red lips curled up in satisfaction before she drove away.
The mourners languorously oozed out of the church like hot, melted tar.
A tall figure stayed behind, watching the mass leave. She turned her sea green eyes on the only other being in the church. Her voice rang like bells.
"So, how did you know her?"
John Smith turned to the girl, who flipped a sheen of raven hair out of her face. He didn't answer. The girl tilted her head.
"Interesting. I'm..." the girl tilted her head, as if in thought. "Ria. That's what my friends call me, at least. My full name's a mouthful."
Ria's eyes sparkled malevolently over her gradient blue and black sunglasses. Pushing himself up off the wall opposite her, Rose Tyler's would-have-been fiance slunk out of the building, feeling calculating eyes follow him. A chill ran down his spine, and the heavy wooden door closed with a thud behind him.
Rose Tyler stirred.
John Smith died of heartbreak on the twenty-first of January, three days after Rose. People laid down flowers at their conjoining graves; blue roses for John, white edelweiss for Rose. Impossibility and courage. One bouquet of orange mocks and trumpet flowers placed between the two stood out above all the rest. Deceit and separation.
The enchanting bouquet with a grim, hidden meaning was left unnoticed by pallbearers.
Just like the green-eyed girl smirking at the back of the crowd.
Rose was waking up. She grit her teeth silently. The ground was cold against her back, the frost of the frigid January air crackling beneath her fingers as she felt around. She wrapped her hand around something cold, and squinted at the bright light that assaulted her when she switched it on. She pointed the beam at a note on a nearby tree.
Rose,
You "died" a few days ago. It was a closed coffin funeral; you're somewhere in the middle of a forest right now, in a Time Lord-y induced coma. Not that I care.
Hurry up and get out of there before you waste one of your regenerations.
Come find me if you want revenge. Don't bother if you don't. I'll find you anyway. You're pretty hard to kill.
-T
Rose raised an eyebrow at the note, which held a peculiar air of arrogance about it. Something was off, though. She read the note again about ten times over before she could figure it out. When she did, her heart nearly stopped. She brought a hand to her chest. Her breath suddenly tasted metallic.
One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.
She knew she was dreaming, now. Any moment she would wake up, John teasing her about moaning in her sleep. So she intertwined her fingers on her stomach and waited.
Several minutes later, Rose was impatient. She stood abruptly and marched through the woods. "T" had left her a thin knit sweater that didn't do much good in keeping her warm. Rose grumbled as she finally made it out of the dense forest. Looking around, she figured that she was in a graveyard somewhere. She didn't exactly fancy the idea of walking around alone in a graveyard at night, so she sped up her pace a little bit to find somewhere better lit.
As she was about to make it to the exit, a name on a headstone caught her eye. Or rather, two names on two headstones.
John Smith: Achieving the Impossible
Rose Tyler: Living Through Loyalty
Rose choked and backed up, tripping over a tree root. A shriek slipped between her lips.
No birth date. That was understandable; she jumped around in time so much they probably lost track, and John had been created only a year before she had "died." No description other than the straightforward words.
Rose swallowed. She still couldn't believe it. It was so impossible, her dying and becoming a Time Lord. It was so far-fetched. It was out of this world, out of this galaxy.
But then again, hadn't she been out of this galaxy? Throwing in everything she had ever seen with the Doctor, this wasn't too far of a leap.
The Time Lords were dead, though. It wasn't possible.
However, she'd looked into the Time Vortex. The Doctor had said there would be side effects. She'd learned in science that energy could never be created or destroyed, only converted. And the Time Vortex, the Heart of the TARDIS, certainly had energy. When the Doctor regenerated, where had the energy, at least a small portion of it, gone?
Rose gripped her hair as a strangled sob escaped from her mouth. She had lived, become a Time Lord. But the name next to her own deceitful tombstone tore her heart in two. John Smith. Each curve of each letter smiled up at her cruelly as if to say, "We've taken the Doctor from you, Rose Tyler, and now we've taken his replica. What will you do?"
Rose growled hatefully at the stone, anger rising up in her chest. Her hand curled into a fist.
Then she turned her head up and screamed. She screamed until her throat was hoarse. She screamed at John, she screamed at herself, she screamed at the universe and every creature she had met. She cursed the Time Lords and the Daleks.
She screamed at the Doctor.
Rose had hid in Torchwood. After a while, she had decided to quit wallowing in her misery, and put her newly acquired heart to good use. Did she like it? No. But she had no intention of just sitting around being useless. She had managed to forgive the Doctor as well for leaving her there with his clone.
The first thing Rose had managed to do at Torchwood was steal a TARDIS. Not the TARDIS, but something a lot like it. No, it couldn't travel through time, but it could travel through space. Rose had the mind of a Time Lord now. She'd be able to fix that bit about time in no time flat.
It was a red phone booth. Rose had made a few adjustments on the inside so the control room wasn't dead center of the entire place. Instead, the control room was more towards where the front of the ship would be. If she wanted, she could set it on autopilot and retreat to the conjoining living room. Next to the living room, there was a bedroom, a kitchen, a library, and a theater. It wasn't as extravagant as the TARDIS, but Rose loved it nonetheless.
Rose nicknamed her Little Red, or just Red (Relative Energy Database).
Little Red was a dependable machine. She gave Rose her first sonic screwdriver, a silver model with a glowing violet tip. An engraving of a rose wrapped around the barrel. By the time Rose had managed to enable Red's time travel, she already had a close bond with the ridiculous looking telephone booth.
The first place Rose and Red went to was an Elvis Presley concert in '57. The Doctor had promised that to her, and it was something she still wanted. It wasn't his fault that England was taken over by a crazy face-eating monster.
At Elvis's concert, she had met a terrifying snake monster backstage. It had introduced itself to her as a Gooba, and she managed to negotiate with it and send it back to its own planet (after laughing like crazy at its name).
Another time, Rose and Red landed in Japan. There, Rose met a young man named Takeshi. He was scrawny, but he was quick-witted and had a high moral standard. Eventually, Rose invited Takeshi onto Little Red with her. He accepted.
Rose and Takeshi were in America one day when they met a nice girl named Amelie. Amelie was headstrong but lithe, and able to think for herself. She joined the crew of Little Red, as well.
Sometimes, the trio would sit in Red's living room, Rose and Takeshi with their tea, Amelie with her hot cocoa. They'd venture near a freezing star, and they'd all bundle up in the warm fleece blankets that Amelie had picked up from the Civil War. They'd laugh and talk, and Little Red would glow warm with contentment around them.
Once, Rose slipped up and mentioned the Doctor. Takeshi and Amelie, persistent as they were, asked her about him. Rose told them, of course. She told them of the Ood, of the Slitheen, of the Sycorax, the Daleks, and of Lady Cassandra. Her friends would listen to her intently, and comfort her when she started to cry.
They'd then go back to other topics, pretending the Doctor had never been brought up.
In those moments, the only other Time Lord in the universe was pushed to the back of Rose's mind. She would save those thoughts for later. Their paths would cross again one day.
Until then, Rose Tyler would have to be patient.
There's the first chapter. :) Please don't be too harsh; I'm still working on my writing style.
Also, I'm sorry if I got anyone OOC. I haven't seen a Rose episode in a really long time.
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