The Parallel Universe

Chapter One

John, the doctor Donna, half man half timelord, with all the memories of his hundreds of years travelling the stars and all of time, flying through burning skies and watching worlds be born all from a seemingly small blue police box, and going by the cryptic name of 'The Doctor' was eating chips on a London high street. Alongside him was Rose Tyler, savoir of people, of aliens, of universes, was also eating chips. But in all his time and all his journeys, he had never just...held hands with the women he loved and eaten chips.

It had taken some getting used to for The Doctor of course, to give up such an extravagant lifestyle, but then again, there was another part to him now, now he was part human. Settling down for The Doctor meant finally having records and existing on earth, which also required a name, so The Doctor now went by John, though Rose only called him that in public. He had been working at a local science lab at a university near where he Rose had lived together for the last two months after they were left at the bay. He had to tone down his knowledge considerably at his job and only do as he was asked, and yet he was still by far the most capable and smartest worker there; some might say that his talents were being wasted, but he liked it there and surprised himself by how much he enjoyed the routine of his new life. The pay at the lab was fairly good, he and rose were no millionaires, but the job paid for anything they wanted, which wasn't usually a lot. He still war the pin stripped suites with a matching shirt, but now he dresses slightly more casual , so he does not put on the tie unless for special occasions, and the suits are sometimes missing the jacket, but he has altogether 8 pairs of differently coloured converse shoes. The house they live in is nothing special, against Pete's wishes, but close to him and Jackie who are also extremely happy in their mansion house Pete had paid for with his advertising career - they seemed to be in an almost honeymoon period all over again which Rose enjoyed seeing.

John and Rose had been for many simple walks like this over the last couple of months, and although Rose sometimes worried life was too simple for John, he knew this and would look down and smile at her widely with that wild glint in his eye which she had seen so many times when they were on an adventure, for truly to John, this was an adventure. An adventure which he enjoys unlike any other, it gives him exhilaration like he has never felt chasing aliens; he liked the adventure of having a long human life with his soul mate and a proper family who he loved. One heart and one life had made John think differently, and appreciate things he never would have before, he didn't know whether this was due to Rose, or his human side, or anything else that had changed, and he didn't care.

As John looked to cross the road, he noticed on the end of the block a tall man with a full length trench coat darting round the corner. He didn't know why but he knew he had to follow. 'You go ahead back home, I'll just be a minute.' Rose looked puzzled but shrugged and kissed John on the cheek goodbye, as she did this she thought she would never get tired of doing it.

John began to run after the man, reminding himself of how impulsive he is and how he can still be that kind of man. As he rounded the corner he heard swearing from a familiar voice, and a laugh from a more unwelcome familiar voice. Then a gun blasted. John saw the man with the fire arm pointed at the tall green creature with slightly slimy skin wrapped around a bulging body. Its eyes were the size of snooker balls and the lids blinked sideways. Claws stuck out from long, chubby hands which twitched with every cough of laughter exploding from a long thin throat. A slytheen, John thought as he cried 'Duck!' The mysterious man ducked as ordered though slightly delayed by confusion and unawareness that he was not alone. John threw his bag of chips at the creature, and it shrivelled in pain as it seemed to melt away onto the concrete, its skin fizzing and bubbling from the excess of vinegar on the chips. It cried one last time and was just a puddle of green.

John extended a hand to the man still crouched on the floor, though staring at the puddle, he was not scared or alarmed, but impressed. He took the hand as he looked up at his saviour and froze. Captain Jack was astonished.