Hello! I've loved Doctor Who for a while now and I think it's high time I wrote a fan fiction about everyone's favourite alien, in my favourite regeneration. So here it is! Enjoy!

Hiding

Hearts beating madly, the Doctor's back hit the cavern wall and found that he was trapped. Any moment now, a group of Haledonian interrogators were about to catch up with him and give him the third degree. Using their powerful brainwave extractor they would force his innermost memories to the surface; they knew that using his old and tormented mind would be an excellent power source for their civilisation for about a hundred years. Unfortunately he couldn't let them do that because if they did, some of his thoughts were so destructive they could overload and destroy the entire planet.

The Doctor had a split second to decide. He hadn't done this before; most Time Lords that did never managed to reverse the process. Still, he couldn't let an entire planet die because he didn't take that option.

Four hours later...

Rose Tyler lay on her side in bed, a silent tear dripping onto the pillow as she stared into space. The Tardis was silent. Dead. She cast her mind back.

Four hours previous...

'Doctor! What have you done? They're coming!' She shook her unconscious companion, his handsome face lolled to one side and he didn't wake.

A group of purple skinned aliens rounded the corner and stormed up to him, grabbing Rose and holding her back.

'Get off me! What have you done to him?'

'We haven't done anything. What have you done to him?' Their commander, a woman, glanced irritably at Rose.

'What?'

'Well?' the Commander barked at the scientist examining the Doctor.

'No...' he sighed, standing up and staring down at the man in pinstripes.

Letting out a frustrated shout, the Commander launched into a tirade:

'He did this on purpose! We can't use him now, he's useless!'

'What shall we do with him Ma'am?'

'Just dump him at the city limits...'

'You can't just leave us here!' Rose shouted as they let go of her and pushed her roughly towards the floor where the Doctor was laying, 'What am I going to do?'

Ignoring her, the Haledonians went back the way they came.

'Great,' Rose stared at the cavern around her and the various openings in the walls then uttered sarcastically, 'wish I'd scattered those bread crumbs on the way in now...'

Four hours later...

Rose picked herself up off her bed and stumbled into the hallway. The Tardis was cold and dark; her breath was rising in front of her as she made her way to the mediroom. The Doctor was laid on the examination table.

A tear slid down her cheek as she remembered dragging him back here, only to find the Tardis was broken. She supposed this was another situation like last Christmas when he was ill and his regeneration had gone wrong; the Tardis didn't work properly then.

'What do you need me to do?' she asked him desperately, crossing her arms protectively against the cold.

He didn't answer – simply lay there. He had a pulse, he was breathing. But everything else seemed to have switched off. It was unnerving to see the Doctor so still. After all, this was a man who spent most of his time talking and moving at an incredibly fast pace.

Talking, she thought, he never stops talking. That brain of his...

And then an idea came to her. His brain – his mind. Didn't the Doctor say his race was telepathic? She wondered if somehow, she could reach his mind.

Doctor? She thought. Doctor?

No response. Absentmindedly, she began to sponge his forehead with a wet flannel. Doctor?

The flannel slipped and her fingers touched his temple accidently.

Suddenly she wasn't onboard the Tardis. She was in a colder, darker place of unfathomable size.

Doctor! She called. Doctor! Are you here?

Without warning the place seemed to become lighter and warmer.

I'm sorry for doing this; I didn't even know it would happen. She paused. Don't know if it's worked...

As if to answer the question a light lit up in the distance; just a tiny glow.

Roses' mind surging with hope, she made as if to go towards the light. However she'd barely moved before she was shocked by an illumination that lit up the entire room and revealed its contents. She was standing in a large, grand ballroom the size of two football pitches. The walls were draped in fine gold coloured fabrics and she could see a huge sparkling chandelier hanging from the centre of a domed ceiling.

Staring in awe at the room she was pulled back to reality quickly. The reason for this became apparent as she opened her eyes to find the Doctor staring back at her.

To be continued...