Post Proelia Praemia

Stacey

Category: Drama/Action/Romance/Angst

Pairing: The 10th Doctor/Rose

Summary: A chance encounter with an old friend leads The Doctor back to Rose but will he be able to save her when he and a new enemy discover her secret.

Warnings: Spoilers for Doomsday!

Disclaimer: As per usual, don't own nothing, nadda zip and zilch!

Author's Notes: Firstly I got the idea from a Stargate episode so if you watch a lot of Stargate you'll pick up the reference and if not then just pretend I'm really clever and came up with the whole idea myself! And secondly this is my first attempt at something longer than two thousand words, so if it's rubbish I apologize now…! Oh and ten points to anyone who can decipher the title (hint: it's Latin)


'I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned the hard way that some poems don't rhyme,

and some stories don't have a clear beginning middle and end…'


The Doctor stared at the blinking lights on the console trying to shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in the pit of his stomach. It wasn't an end of the world kind of inkling, he knew those well… no this was something different.

A vague imprint of worry that somehow subconsciously he knew, shouldn't exist.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Martha gazing at him questioning, seemingly oblivious to his worry and he decided then and there to let it fall to the back of his mind… for the moment anyway.

'So where to next? Feel like a little sun, maybe snow? I know this great…argh!'

A cold vice like grip formed in his chest and he clutched at the Tardis struggling to stay up right.

'Doctor, what is it?' Concern filled Martha's features as she raced to his side, unable to do anything but watch as he fought against the pain.

'I don't…argh!' He cried out again unable to pinpoint exactly what was wrong. The only thing he knew for certain was that this physical apparition was somehow linked to the dread he had been feeling earlier.


Rose started straight ahead locking eyes with Mickey as the smoke cleared from the room.

She tried to speak but not sound came out and for a moment she wondered why.

That thought was however trumped a few seconds later when the room started to spin and the ground suddenly rushed up to meet her…

'Rose!' Mickey ran forward just in time to catch her as her knees gave way and he lowered her to the ground gently.

'Rose it's gonna be okay, you hear me?'

'Mick..' She coughed gasping for air, unable to focus on anything other than the large shard of metal that was protruding from her chest.

'Reinforcements and meds will be down soon… Rose I'm gonna pull it out.' His eyes searched hers for some kind of reassurance and she nodded slightly.

Closing her hands around the cold metal, he threw one last sympathetic glance. 'Just think of something else.'

Rose closed her eyes replaying the events that had lead to the explosion. The Tourchwood from her universe had found some piece of alien technology that of course was far beyond them and in their infinite wisdom, had started experimenting on it.

Well whatever it was had obviously been booby-trapped leading to the destruction of what she assumed to be probably the whole level and more certainly, her death…

Her death, it was funny really…

She'd always expected to go out in some wonderful battle defending the earth with her last breath, not lying in a burnt out room killed simply by the ignorance of her superiors.

And surely it should hurt more.

Glancing across at Mickey she could see the fear written in his eyes as he held the bloody piece of metal that had sliced through her che … hang on? He'd already pulled it out?

Something in her brain didn't compute, she definitely should of felt that. In fact she should be feeling a whole lot of pain not the unexplainable warmth that was for some reason spreading through her body.

She mused on the fact for a moment, maybe that's what happened when you died. It was a nice way to go, far better than being cold and in pain.

'Bad Wolf'

Her body jolted as the words echoed in her head, the warmth that tingled through her body now burning through her veins.

Finally she understood…

She wasn't dying, she was being saved.


The pain receded and the Doctor was left breathing heavily, trying to regain his composure.

'Doctor…?Doctor what was that?' Martha pulled on his arm gently hoping the ordeal was over but he just shook his head.

'I haven't a clue…'

The dread he'd been feeling had subsided and he was left with a strange… warmth? No that wasn't the right word…tingling feeling? Yes a tingling feeling! It wasn't good, nor was it bad, it was simply there and buzzing through him. Almost as if alerting him that something in time and space, somehwere in the universe had changed…

Something big.


'…Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the most of it without knowing what's going to happen next.' - Gilda Radner