A/N: First fanfic that I decided to write down. Please rate and rewview, so that I can improve my writing skills! Thanks!
-iwishiwereabrit
Disclaimer: I most certainly do not own Doctor Who. If I did, then I wouldn't be writing fanfics. I'd be speanding all my time ruffling David Tennant's hair for the rest of my life, because I would be famous enough to know him.
Prologue-Rose
I have read your thoughts. Are you certain that you want to go through with this?
"Yes. I love him."
I know you do, but what are you willing to sacrifice to see him again?
"Anything. Everything. No matter the cost. I've made up my mind, haven't I? Just do it."
As you wish, Rose Tyler. You will be with him once more. But I have warned you, this is a large risk. I am not responsible for the sacrifices you may have to make. Now go. Find him.
Chapter One
Doctor
"Donna! Are you ready yet?" The Doctor yelled down the halls of the TARDIS. After dealing with the ATMOS system, the Doctor had promised to take Donna somewhere fun, where they could relax and enjoy themselves. He had planned for some year in the eighties on earth, what he thought, was one of the highlights of earth's times. Of course, as soon as Donna had heard that, she had rushed off to change into a wild eighties outfit, and the Doctor wondered if she was going to use her hats in the hatbox after all.
When Donna entered the TARDIS console, about five minutes later, the Doctor found her wearing a pair of pink legwarmers and two pink sweatbands on her wrist, as well as some tight leggings and a flowy shirt. She had put her hair up into a side ponytail that hung next to her face. "Well, it's about time," the doctor said in a joking voice. He then grabbed her arm and they ran outside of the TARDIS. "Donna," he said, in an awful fake American accent, "Welcome, to 'Merica!" Donna giggled, then gasped. Outside, there was a sea of bad perms, heavy make-up, and sweaters. Donna stood and stared at all the people walking past for a while, before excitedly saying,
"Wow, look at all that hair! Even the boys have loads of it. Can you imagine if someone had hair like that in my time? What year is it, anyway? Have I been born yet? Won't that cause some time paradoxy-thingy?"
The Doctor responded with a grin and a laugh, "No, Donna. It wouldn't cause some time paradoxy-thingy. You see, time is…" The Doctor was cut off with a searing headache. He pressed his palms against his temples and groaned. Then, soon enough, as abruptly as it had started, it ended, leaving him feeling less weight in his mind, and much happier. He looked up to see Donna's concerned expression, and grinned at her, telling her that everything was okay.
"Alright," said Donna, a little doubtfully, but quickly brightened up. "Then what the bloody 'ell are we waiting here for? Let's go explore!" The Doctor grinned and took her and, as they ran off to see what was in store.
"Aw, come on, Donna," The Doctor whined as he tried to pull her into a diner on a corner. "It'll be fun!"
"No. No way, Doctor, I've seen Back to the Future. I know that I'm going to meet my parents as teenagers, and prevent my own birth! You just wait and see!"
"Please, Donna? You've never been concerned about this before. Why-" The Doctor was cut off by a normal looking girl with straight blonde hair running into him. He was wearing heavy amounts of mascara, and, he thought, was attractive. But something about her bothered him. Something nagging him in the back of his mind.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," the girl said. She was pale and sickly looking. She kept her head down, and didn't look at him.
Something about this girl was troubling him, so the Doctor had to ask. "What's your name?"
The girl looked confused, then lost, then terrified. "I-I dunno," She admitted, suddenly desperate and scared upon that realization. She stepped back, and The Doctor could see that she was very weak, and fighting hard to stay standing. The girl started trembling, then grabbed her head and yelled in great pain. The Doctor took a step forward to help her, and she grabbed his arms and looked him in the eyes, and whispered, "Rose-Rose Tyler", then collapsed in the Doctor's arms.
Rose Tyler
Rose woke up in agony. Her head seared with pain, and almost everything else ached. She wanted to scream, but when she opened her mouth, sound wouldn't come out. She just lay there in pain before realizing that she wasn't in a bed. She was in someone's arms. She opened her eyes to see a man looking ahead, with a bit of stubble and excellent hair, she thought. At last, she groaned, and the man looked down at her, with a look of deep concern on his face. "Are you alright?" he asked gently.
Every single part of her body was in agony, and her headache had only gotten worse. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little bit of a headache, though."
The man stopped walking and stared at her quizzically for a second, then asked, "Do you think you can walk?" She nodded, and he asked one last question. "Do you want to try?" When she nodded, he put her down. She winced and wanted to scream and fall, but she stayed as strong as she could. Rose knew she was shaking, and that even the strange man could see that, but she also knew that there was no way that she could ever stop.
"I-I don't..," She started in a frail voice, then paused for a long time. When she spoke again, it was with great difficulty. "Have…anywhere…go…"
The man nodded, then said, "Follow me."
"How…know…trust…you?" she asked so quietly that the man could almost not hear her.
He just smiled gently. "I'm the Doctor. You can always trust me."
Rose tried to take a step forward and managed to ask, "Doctor wh…" before blacking out again.
Doctor
With Donna right by his side, The Doctor carried Rose toward the TARDIS. He knew he had seen the injured girl before, and he racked his memory to figure out who she was. After a long time, he found a door in his mind. The door was simple, painted pink. It had a sign on it: Rose. He tried to open it, but it was locked. He shook the door and tried to break it down. Someone was not letting him remember this girl. But who? And what was so important about her anyway? He studied her face. She was quite beautiful, with long, straight blonde hair, and pretty eyelashes highlighted by mascara. Even asleep, her face was wrenched in pain, like she wanted to scream. He immediately felt sorrow for this girl, an attatchment, then suddenly, responsibility. He now knew that he had to protect her, no matter the cost.
