Ifs and Maybes
This is just going to be a collection of short stories, dealing with the many "What if…" moments that Doctor Who gives us. Most will involve Nine and Ten, because I know most about them, although Doctors One through Eight are probably going to appear at some stage. Companions featured will mostly be Rose, Martha, Donna and Jack, but again it's likely that others will show up as well.
Genres will also vary, with everything from romance to tragedy to comedy…
…oh, let's be honest. Basically I get way, way too many plotbunnies scurrying around inside my head and this seems like a good way to get them out. If you don't like one story, there'll probably be another one that you do like. Whichever way it ends up, I am actually addicted to reviews, so don't forget that little bluey-purpley button.
(The first story is a little bit strange. It involves a person from the parallel world, where Rose is, meeting the Doctor in our world, and being sent home with a message for Rose. The title is a Johnny Cash song, if you're interested. It doesn't much matter who the narrator is, so don't worry about it.)
#1: Give My Love To Rose
I stumbled through the portal, back into my own world. I turned just in time to see the window between the worlds close forever. When it was gone, I remembered that the Doctor had given me a mission.
I had to find Rose Tyler. I had to give her a message.
When I had found my bearings, I made my way to the headquarters of the Torchwood Institute. Apparently they would know where to find Miss Tyler, or so the Doctor seemed to think. I entered the tall, imposing building, and made my way to the Reception desk, staffed by a pretty brunette girl.
"How may I help you, sir?"
"Er… I need to speak to Rose Tyler. It's urgent. I have to give her a message."
"Of course, sir. Unfortunately Miss Tyler is very busy today, she can't be disturbed. If you could write the message down I can make sure she gets it."
"No! I have to see her, in person. I have to talk to her. He said I had to tell it to her and only her."
"Who did, sir?"
"The Doctor. He's the one who gave me the message."
The
brunette's eyes widened, and she quickly checked something on her
computer. "Well, sir, seeing as this involves the Doctor, I can
make an exception. I'll call someone to take you up to her."
"Thank
you."
She pressed a button on her headset. "Ianto? I have a man here who needs to speak to Miss Tyler, can you come down and collect him?" Then she turned back to me. "Someone will be here shortly, sir."
A few minutes later, a smartly-dressed young man appeared, and guided me through several corridors, up two flights of stairs and through some more corridors, before stopping in a small anteroom. He knocked on a door marked "Rose Tyler, Deputy Commander", and showed me in before closing the door after me.
I saw a young blonde woman sitting at a desk that was heaped with paperwork. I coould also see several framed photographs, most of which featured a small boy with messy brown hair. "Oh, hello. Who are you?"
"Uh… that's not important. I have a message for you, from the Doctor."
"What? How is that possible?"
"I hardly know myself… there was a window, from this world into another one. The other world looked so much like this one, too. The Doctor found me not far from the window… he asked me where I had come from, and then he said he was going to send me home before he fixed it. Before I came back through, he gave me a message for Rose Tyler."
"That's me. What's the message?
"He said… he told me to give you his love. He said to tell you to look after yourself, and that he knows you'll be okay raising his son, and that he wishes he could get to know him."
"How… how does he know about his son?"
"He said you'd ask that. He told me to tell you it was just a lucky guess."
"That sounds like him." To my surprise, she started to cry.
"Er… Miss Tyler? Are you okay?"
"Call me
Rose, please. Everyone here calls me "Miss Tyler" and I'm sick
of it."
"Sorry. Are you okay, Rose?"
She nodded. "Yeah. It's just… I miss him so much. It's been so long since I saw him. Seven years, now, since we were separated. Tell me… did he look like this?"
She held out a picture for me, a photograph of herself with a tall, skinny man in a long brown coat. "Yes, yes that's him."
"Good. That's good, at least." She put the photograph back. "This is my son. His son." She held out a different picture.
"Very nice. What's his name?"
"Jack. Really it's John Peter Tyler, but we all call him Jack."
"It's a good name."
"I named him after his dad, and my dad. And I had a really good friend called Jack once, so that's three people he's named for." She started crying again.
"Er… what now?"
"Nothing. I'll be fine… I just wish I could get a message back to him, that's all."
"Oh. Sorry."
"It's okay. Thank you for bringing the message."
"I'll be going now, if that's okay."
"Of course. Thank you, again."
"It was my pleasure, Rose."
I left quickly and quietly, and never went back to the Torchwood Institute.
When the stranger left, Rose wiped away her tears with a tissue. She was still looking at the picture of her son, which she had placed next to that of his father. She whispered to herself "I love you too, Doctor".
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