Flaws in Flatline and Dimension Cross Drama
Chapter One:
Domestics and Old Friends
"Don't forget 'bout your bookbag!" Rose called after a small boy. The boy ran back to his mum and grabbed the outstretched offering of a grey backpack. Snatching the bag the boy turned to run away, but before he could his mum had planted a huge wet kiss on his cheek.
"MUM!" The boy shouted in horror.
"Have a fun day at school, Mickey!" Rose called after the boy.
The boy stuck his tongue out at his mum, in return Rose stuck her tongue out at him. The young boy turned and clambered onto the schoolbus. Rose waited until the bus was out of sight and then headed back home.
It had been ten years since the Doctor had dropped her off in Pete's world and abandoned her with the metacrisis version of himself. Needless to say, Rose had been furious. Here she was, stuck in a alternate dimension with the Doctor who was not actually the Doctor. A man who had the same memories, but only one heart. For a few months Rose resented the Not-the-Doctor because of what the Timelord Doctor had done in leaving her here with this Not-the-Doctor. It took all her self control not to throw herself at the Not-the-Doctor like she had done and Bad Wolf Bay; however, human nature eventually won out, and she began to forgive her Human-Timelord for something he did not actually do.
They were married a year after they landed in Pete's World.
Rose walked into her tiny suburban home, very domestic, as the the Doctor called it. They had bought it right after they got married, despite Jackie's protests that they were welcome at the Powell estate any time. They could stay there forever, even! Pete had been glad to get them out of the house. The Doctor had taken to bringing his toys, from the remains of Torchwood, home, resulting in fires, minor explosions, and on one occasion the ice box getting filled with boiling water.
Although the exterior appearance of Rose's house was normal, the inside had taken a tole on its normality when the Doctor moved in.
The Doctor had insisted on doing all home improvements himself, so any wall that needed repainting was his handy work. It was not the fact that he was bad at painting, it was the fact that he seemed to go to the home improvement stores and buy all of their 'oops' paints. Vivid neon colors were the least of the wall's concern, however, as the Doctor liked to hang up about any piece of paper that got in his way of his work on the walls. Thousands of tacks held up Mickey's preschool drawings, Rose's doodles, and the Doctor's blueprints to a thousand unnamed inventions that he could not make without this piece or that part that was entire planets away.
Maybe one day their TARDIS would be strong enough to handle space flight, but it was still too young.
The furniture was a variety of pink (which the Doctor hated and Rose loved) and antiques (which the Doctor loved and Rose hated) creating a interior designer's nightmare.
"Rose! Roooooose! Rosie Rose Rose Rose! ROSE!" the Doctor screamed from the kitchen.
Rose sighed. Whenever the Doctor did not come bounding up to her when she walked in the door meant that he either was deep in concentration or that he had gotten stuck in something. Probably stuck in something because he was yelling for her.
Sure enough, the latter was true.
The Doctor had his head stuck in Harriet's highchair. The baby was crawling around on the floor playing with what looked like gravy that had spilled on the floor.
"Rose!" The Doctor cried in relief, "Thank Rassilon that you're here. I was feeding Harriet when I went to get a banana, because everything's better with a bannana. Did I tell you about that one time where I saved an entire planet with nothing but a banana? Weeeell, I say nothing but a banana, what I really mean is with nothing but my banana and the TARDIS, weeeell and my Sonic. And if we're getting specific it was actually only the banana peel-"
Rose scooped up Harriet and whipped off her face as the Doctor was rambling. Putting Harriet in the Pack and Play, Rose stopped the Doctor's ramblings by asking, "Why on earth is your head stuck in Harriet's highchair?"
"This? I've had my head stuck in worse. I might just need a little assistants getting myself out, though. You see the little buckle that kept Harriet in the high chair broke and I was trying to fix it. But, you see, I stood up and slipped on this gravy that I might have spilled a few minutes back and fell headfirst into the high chair."
Rose could not help it, she cracked up laughing.
"Oi! Not funny!" the Doctor said sounding quite a bit like Donna, "This isn't funny! Stop it! Oi!"
Rose finally regained her composer and yanked the Doctor's head free from the high chair.
"Ow! Owies! Ow ow ow ow OW!" the Doctor screamed, "You could have done that gentler!"
"Where's the fun in that?" Rose asked goofily. At the hurt puppy dog expression the Doctor gave her Rose leaned in and gave his lips a quick peck, "Does that make up for it?" she joked.
"Hmmm," the Doctor smiled teasingly, "Problem is my injury is on my neck, and to properly make a wound feel better, I believe you have to kiss the area that hurts!"
Rose gave him a small whack on the shoulder, "Don't be so optimistic!"
Feining that the slap to his shoulder hurt he called after Rose as she left the room, "Now you have to kiss my shoulder, too!"
Rose smiled to herself as she took out some of Harriet's favorite toys and let her play on the floor with them.
Rose and the Doctor had argued over what they were going to name their children. The Doctor had suggested crazy intergalactical names, like Suzamsiprus or Luzsumanato. Rose had argued they should name their children after friends that were in other universes or dead, so that they could remember them. Their first child had been named after Mickey ("Why are we naming our child after Mickey the Idiot?" "Because he was our friend!" "I still say-" "We are NOT naming our child Luzsumanato!" "But-" "NO!") and the second after Harriet Jones ("You gotta name the last one. My turn now!" "We are not naming her Suzamsiprus!" "Why not?" "Cos it sounds like a disease, Doctor!").
"ROOOOOOOOSE!" the Doctor screamed from their bedroom upstairs, "WHERE'S MY TIE?"
"WHICH ONE?" Rose asked.
"THE ONE WITH THE SALT AND PEPPER SHAKERS THAT LOOK LIKE DALEKS!"
"I THREW IT OUT!" Rose screamed up to him.
Suddenly the Doctor was standing in front of her wearing his usual mismatched outfit, "What!?" he sputtered.
"I threw it out," Rose said, "It was hideous. And I threw out the ones with bananas on it."
"You didn't!" the Doctor exclaimed.
"Yes I did!" Rose countered, "You'll have to wear one of your normal ties to Torchwood today."
"Rose Tyler!" the Doctor lectured, "I NEVER wear anything normal! I've told you what my past selves have worn!"
"Oh stop it," Rose tossed him his briefcase, "I didn't throw them out, just tossed 'em in the wash."
"Oh good!" the Doctor sighed in relief. I was afraid for a minute."
He leaned down to brush his lips against her cheek and said, "I'm off then!"
"Bye!" Rose called after him. Sighing after he had left, "Wow he does like his ties. I'll have to go through the trash and see if I can find them. They'll definitely throw them in the wash after that. I better clean up the gravy in the kitchen..." She muttered to Harriet.
Rose began mopping up the mess when the unmistakable sound of the TARDIS filled her ears. She stood stock still. How could it be? TARDIS Jr. would not be ready to fly for a few more years!
"Ack!" A lady's voice called from in Rose's pantry, "Where are we? Are we still in Bristol?"
"I... don't think so. It seems to be your everyday, suburban, boring cupboard," Another voice said from inside her pantry. This seemed to belong to a older male with a scottish accsent, "Very, domestic."
"Well, can you take me home?" the lady demanded, "I have to see Danny-" the lady began to say when the scottish voice cut her off.
"Oh, that's right. PE."
"He's a math teacher!"
"He's a soldier!"
"There's nothing wrong with that!"
"Yes there is! He may have killed someone in battle!"
"You've killed people!"
"That's different, Clara!"
Rose was freaking out. People. In her pantry talking about murder. Oh. My. God.
Rose grappled for a knife and held it in front of her. "Get out of there!" she said pointing the knife at the pantry door, "I'm warnin' ya! I'm armed!"
"See Doctor! We've upset someone's home! Did you even pass your driving test?"
"D-Doctor?" Rose asked. The pantry door remained shut. The sound of the TARDIS... Could it be? If it was, how could he be here?
The cupboard door was pushed opened and revealed a short lady with a round face and medium length brown hair, but next to her was a tall man wearing a plain black suit jacket and a white shirt. He had windswept gray hair and a receding hairline. Rose knew it was him though when she looked into his eyes. The age and wisdom, knowledge and sadness overwhelmed her.
"D-Doctor!" Rose exclaimed stammering.
"Rose," the Doctor said in a breathy Scottish voice. Rose flung the knife down on the counter and ran into her old friend's arms and embraced him.
"Rose this body," the Doctor said as Rose began to cry in his shoulder, "Not exactly the hugging type."
That just made Rose squeeze harder.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Hahaha that rhymed!