Time in its Gyre
A 9th Doctor fan fiction by: Ian Mull
Chapter 1 : Rose of art.
He's absolutely fantastic isn't he? Isn't he? Maybe
insane? Well if anybodies insane it's me. I'm the one who
dropped everything for this. "Rose!" Do they even miss me at
home? At this moment, do they even miss me? Of course not,
they don't even exist right now. "Rose come on!"
Mickey...how could I do this to him? Just leave him like
this? As of now he spent the rest of his life without seeing
me again. A simple trip back can fix that though, right?
"Rose you really need to help me with this!"
Doctor! "Sorry sorry," I said a little too calm. I
rushed over to the door where the Doctor was struggling
against the current. The water poured through like flames
fighting for the little oxygen we had. "We'll never get it
shut!" I yelled. Its almost impossible to hear anything over
the water crashing endlessly. The Doctor ran to the controls,
"If I can get us out of the water we'll have a better chance
of escape!" he shouted. I could tell he was pretty scared.
We had been ambushed by some Slythene relatives, leaving the
TARDIS temporarily unusable. We fell in this lake with
nowhere to go.
"Do you have a wire? I'm wonderful with wires!" He
sounded hopeful. "Sorry no!" I shouted. Still struggling with
the door, I watched as the Doctor ran around the TARDIS
frantically. He poked his head out from behind the TARDIS
controls, "If I can find the emergency power I can get us in
the air!" A bit confused I shouted, "What do you mean find
it?"
"Never mind that." he said, "Just keep pushing! Use your
legs!" With all my might I propped myself between the wall
and the door. It closed a bit, "It's working!" The Doctor
scurried around the controls like a mouse looking for cheese.
"Ah ha!" I heard him say. Mustering the rest of my strength,
I pushed as hard as I could! It closed a little more. That
should give us a little extra time. The Doctor made his way
to the side facing the door, knee deep in the endless water
that was making itself at home.
Frantically, the Doctor started talking, as if to the
TARDIS, "Come on I need you to open up! Come on! I can get
you out of here!" Suddenly the panel detached itself. The
Doctor was staring right into the TARDIS. With nothing else
to do, I gave one final push and fell to the floor. The door
closed a little more. Hiding behind the door, I watched as
the Doctor dropped a brightly glowing gold capsule into the
dimly lit TARDIS. I could only guess that this was some sort
of time energy. Then BAM! Like lighting a match in the dark,
it sprung to life! "Fanctastic!" exclaimed the Doctor. And
with a push, a ding, and a crank we were up in the air. Still
weak form pushing the door, I sighed with relief. "Get on
your feet Rose we're headed to a lovely 1500's London!" The
Doctor said, as if the previous occurrence had never happened.
I must've gotten used to the grinding sound of the
TARDIS, because when I walked through the door, I expected
aliens being showcased in glass. Instead, I'm looking at a
brick wall. Still a bit taken back by our transition I asked,
"So this is 1500's London?" The Doctor looked at me like a
teacher at his student, "That's a good question." We were
surrounded by statues. I can't say I recognized where we
were. It was a moderately sized room with displays set up in
rows, and in the middle was a stage with a podium. "I'm still
getting used to this." I said, emotionless, due to the
unrealness of it all. I wouldn't call it too good to be true,
but I would say it was like a dream.
"Good thing this place is empty." said the Doctor,
examining the renaissance interpretation of the human anatomy.
"So this is the renaissance." I said. The Doctor started
walking toward the door, "Time to watch the human race
evolve." As we stepped passed the brick arch just before the
door, the Doctor looked at me and smiled, "You ready?" I
smiled back, "That's a good question."
