"Don't know how I did that," muttered Jenny as she suddenly came out of the Vortex
She clicked various buttons as they bleeped at her, screaming all sorts of various warning messages. Cursing, she took a crowbar from beside her seat and hit the panel three times. Soon the beeping decreased from a chorus to a solo, constant blip. Beside that a stone glowed, green radiance. She reached out, placing two fingers on the stone and feeling the warmth spread from her fingertips and up her arm. Smiling, she withdrew her hand and put it back on the joystick.
Suddenly, there was a multitude of blaring klaxons and warning signals again. Jenny glanced at the radar system, exhaling softly. There was a massive blank spot in the center of the screen, the stars and various space objects moving around the blank spot faster than a normal orbit.
"Black hole," she affirmed, "well we can't have that." Jenny yanked the controls up, spinning the ship 180 degrees just out of the gravitational pull of the black hole. She grinned. "There, fixed that." But to her alarm, the warning signals did not stop. She peered at the various screens, trying to decipher what was wrong. Feeling slightly worried, Jenny switched on the gravitational boosters to propel the ship way out of harm's way. They did not activate.
Jenny's ship careened out of control, and she was helpless. But it did not drift to the black hole. A small white light ripped through space—a rift. Jenny was pulled through the rift; and across the Void.
Rose Tyler chewed on the tip of her pen cap, staring intently at her computer screen. Her desk was cluttered, random things scattered all over it, everything from pictures, to graphs, to alien diagrams, and Post-it notes. Everywhere there were Post-it notes with little things scribbled in her handwriting and various other people's. Every time she looked at the small neon sheets of sticky paper for a reminder, she also had memories of a different sort. Memories of a time two years ago when these little slips of paper had been a running joke. "One of my favorite things about planet Earth, besides bananas," he said, referring to the Post-it notes.
Rose sighed, propping herself up by her elbows on the desk. Since she started working for Torchwood almost two and a half years ago it had been madness. Always on her feet, always busied by some sort of alien race that wanted to invade Earth for some various reason or another. At first it had been interesting, but after a year of the same thing it began to grow redundant and tiresome. It faded from a distraction to a daytime job, just like it was for any other normal employee of Torchwood.
Thus Rose found herself wrapped up in memories of the Doctor. At least she was not ass affected as when she was first separated from him a few years ago. Back then she would not sleep, would not interact with anyone accept in one-word answers. Now she was numb, her emotions surrounding him gone. No joy, no sadness in her remenissions. She was just…there.
But for the past few weeks odd occurences started happening at Cardiff around the Rift. Nothing had stirred there for ages, not since…Rose blocked that from her memory. Numerous scans had been made there after reports of slight seismic activity started filing in, but they concluded nothing. Quite literally nothing. It was almost identical to the situation that happened two years ago when a rip between the universes started to splinter, except there was no giant orb, no ghosts, and no Cybermen or Daleks. It was all fairly normal in an abnormal way.
At that moment, Rose was examining the seismic waves and radiation being emitted from the rift. They were elevated, but not much so. Suddenly, there was a rumble and the statistics spiked off the graph. The water in a glass on the desk began to rapidly ripple, not too unlike the tyrannosaurus rex scene from Jurassic Park.
Rose stood. "Mickey!" Mickey Smith sprinted into her office, jumping out of the way as a small flower pot fell over, shattering into pieces.
"I know," he said, out of breath, "It's happening all over London and Cardiff."
"Well I'm goin' out there," she stated, running through the door and grabbing the keys to her father's—Pete technically, but she still counted him as her dad—Jeep. Mickey followed her, and hot on their trail were Pete and Jake. Rose hopped in the driver's seat and the other three took the passenger chairs. She cranked the vehicle and rammed her foot on the accelerator, zooming out of the parking lot. Pete rolled down the window and reached out with the siren in his hand, placing it on top of the Jeep. It rang and blinked as Rose sped up, other cars pulling over to the side to get out of the way of the emergency sound. Within fifteen minutes she had gotten to Cardiff.
Putting the car in park she jumped out. She coughed, waving a hand in front of her face as smoke billowed around her. The others followed her and also choked on the large amount of smoke. The fumes cleared a little bit and Rose could see the fire department hosing down the blaze on a large object. Two other Torchwood vehicles were there as well, arriving at the same time Rose did. A special division ambulance was also there, specially equipped one that dealt with non-human medical needs.
Rose walked briskly toward the scene, whipping out her identification card. "Rose Tyler, Torchwood staff." A policeman nodded, stepping by to let her through. Rose gaped at the scene before her.
A small starship of unidentifiable origin was crushed on the walkway, the wings and tailpieces scattered around it. The fire department had just about doused all the flames as other personnel scurried around the wreckage.
Suddenly there was a yell from one of the Torchwood people. "We have a live one here! Someone help!"
Rose and Mickey ran over, closely followed by Jake, Pete, and other emergency response people. The man who had yelled out was extracting a prone figure from the wreckage, carefully moving her so that she was not injured more than she already was. Mickey, Rose, and a medic assisted him, pulling her fully from the ship. Rose studied what she perceived to be a female human—humanoid. Her thoughts strayed to the Doctor when thinking of this fact. He looked like a human, but of course he was much more.
Much more indeed.
Pete laid two of his fingers on the woman's neck. "Weak pulse, but at least she has one. Look for some form of identification."
Rose felt inside of the woman's pockets, but found nothing. She shook her head, reaching forward and brushing some blond hair out of her injured face. A hand suddenly snaked out and grabbed her by the wrist. Rose jumped and looked down. The young woman's eyes were wide—but they were not that way in fear, Rose noticed. They were wide with wonder and joy, much the same way the Doctor's eyes were, beaming whenever they touched ground on a new world.
No no no. Mustn't think about him Rose, you mustn't. Don't need to be distracted from your duty. Rose smiled. "It's okay, we're here to help you. What's your name?"
"Jenny," the woman said softly, grunting with pain as she shifted her position.
"Just Jenny?" asked Rose.
The other looked at her with a confused expression. "Should there be more?"
Rose opened and closed her mouth, looking at Mickey. He shrugged, shaking his head.
"Where are you from? What planet?" questioned Pete.
Jenny looked up, eyebrows scrunched in thought. "I really can't say that I do know. My life's been a blur since the beginning."
She tried to prop herself up by her hands, but fell back, hissing in pain. Her palms were blistered with burns, shiny and red. Rose grimaced in pity, but her expression turned to a frown as the burns began to sizzle, the blisters disappearing rapidly. The skin was smooth and pink within seconds, as if nothing had happened. It was happening to the scrapes and various injuries all over her body.
Jenny groaned. "Ow. My head feels like it's about to explode." She looked up, opening her mouth and exhaling deeply. Yellow energy flowed out of her mouth, dissolving in the air.
Rose stared after the dissolving particles, felling as if her heart had stopped beating. Her mind flew back to almost three years previously, back to when the Doctor had regenerated. "Built up energy," He said as he released yellow colored energy into the air, " I'm still regenerating." By this time Jenny was laying back down, a hand on her head, her face pale.
Rose turned to Mickey. He too was looking at Jenny, his mouth open in astonishment.
"You don't think she's…" he started to ask.
Rose leaped into action. Grabbing a stethescope from one of the paramedics who was now tending to Jenny, she crouched beside her. Hands shaking, she placed the end of the stethascope to the left side of the young woman's chest. A steady heartbeat resonated through the earpieces. Holding her breath, Rose place the end on the other side. The same sound came to her ears, strong and echoing.
Two identical heartbeats. Two hearts.
Rose placed the stethascope on one side of the Doctor's chest, and then the other. "Both hearts working."
"Both?" exclaimed Jackie incredulously.
"He has two hearts Mum," she stated simply.
"Oh don't be stupid." Jackie said back.
Rose felt tears swelling as she looked at the girl again. Jenny had two hearts, she was regenerating.
Like the Doctor.
Rose fell back, sitting. Her breath was becoming short as she tried to get her feelings under control as her suppressed memories flooded to the front of her thoughts. But Time Lords were not in Pete's world, they were only in hers…If this one found away, then that meant that he could. Couldn't he? Rose tried to reason out all of her thought processes, trying to calm herself down.
"Who is she?" asked Pete, the concern in his voice coming to the surface. By this time Jenny had slipped into unconsciousness, the paramedics busying themselves around her, placing an oxygen mask on her and drawing blood.
"She's like him—the Doctor," Rose said finally, "She's a Time Lord."
A/N: Like it? Hate it? Tell me please so I'll know if I should follow through. I really appreciated it.