A/N: Hey guys! I'm SOOOO sorry for not updating sooner, but the holidays have done a number on me. Anyway, I've written the chapter, and I'm ready for anything! Special thanks to: harrypotterseriesrocks, ThatBigBlueBox, Windfee01, larissinh2, Smuzzie, and Shadows Concealed for following this story. Also, shout-out to Rockout101 for following, reviewing, and adding the story to their favorites list! You rock! (see what i did there?)
Anyway, let's get on with the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. If i did, my fan fiction would become true. well, sort of anyway.
Chapter two: Are you my mummy?
Pandora walked around the TARDIS several times, feeling every bit of it. She could tell the chameleon circuits were broken, (why else would it be a police box?) and she couldn't wait to get inside.
"Let's see if you've changed." Pandora said as she walked through the TARDIS walls.
The same basic design was there, but the TARDIS was all different. It had light thingies on the walls, and a blue looking time vortex rotator in the middle.
Pandora laughed and ran around. She hadn't felt this much energy in over 100 years, in the last great time war!
Suddenly, a phone started ringing. She turned around, and ran to the door. She pressed her ear to it, and heard the ringing. She heard it stop, and pressed her fingers to her temples. She could hear everything now.
"Hello" Said a voice. (Voice 1)
"Are you my mummy?" said the second voice. (Voice 2)
"What?" asked 1.
"Mummy? Where's my mummy?" said 2. Suddenly, the phone was shut off, and the TARDIS doors opened.
"I told you not to answer it." Said another voice.
Pandora ran to the controls of the TARDIS, and jumped inside them. It was the only way to not get caught.
Light surrounded her. Of course, she couldn't just walk under the stairs. She just had to jump into the time vortex. The light went into her, and burned. It was burning like she was lit on fire. Burning, pain, and light. Three things Pandora hated. (She liked light and all, but this was too much.)
She let out a scream, and reached forward. She tried to stretch her hand out of the console, but couldn't. Her skin was burning, and she had to get out. Rifters were supposed to handle he time vortex! In fact, it should heal them!
Pandora couldn't push off of anything, so she just sat there, floating. She tried to find the wall of the console, but couldn't.
Then she saw it.
All of time and space crammed into her body. She saw the time war, and who owned the TARDIS.
She saw an old man talking to a young girl. She thought that she heard the word, "Susan" be used. Then she saw a slightly younger man playing what looked like a recorder. Yet another younger man walked about, talking about Autons and someone named "Jo." A man in a silly hat and long scarf came next. He and some lady were laughing, and eating jellybeans. (Even though the man called them jelly babies.) A man in a white suit came next, and he was talking to a baby-faced young man. A man in a brightly colored coat was talking to a red-haired girl who didn't look happy to be there. A man in a question-mark vest was walking about, talking to some girl in a black jacket. A man holding a pocket watch was after everybody else, just standing there, watching the time.
Pandora let out one last burst of energy, and leaped out of the controls. She landed on the floor of the TARDIS, and gasped for air. She was alive, which is what mattered.
"Who are you?" a voice asked.
Pandora looked up, and saw a man in a leather jacket.
"Are you the Doctor?" Pandora asked.
"Who's asking?" said the man.
"I am." Pandora said.
"Yes, I am, but I don't know why you'd want to know…" Said the man.
"I could use a doctor…" Pandora said, trailing off. Everything was a blur. She took a deep breath.
"Are you okay?" Asked the doctor.
"I just need…" Pandora said, losing conscientious. "I need help."
Pandora's head dropped to the floor. She closed her eyes, as everything went black.
She opened her eyes rather quickly. She sat up, and took a deep breath of air.
"DOCTOR!" she screamed. She looked around, and saw she was in a hospital. Typical of a Rifter. Yelling for the last person they saw.
She saw a young boy in a gas mask on the other side of the room.
"I'm sorry, could you tell me where I am?" Pandora asked.
"Are you my mummy?" The child asked.
"Excuse me, but do I look like your mother?" Pandora asked, looking around. She saw her hoodie hanging on a chair nearby her.
"Mummy! Are you my mummy?" the child asked again.
"Okay, you're freaking me out…" Pandora said, taking off her oxygen tube. She was wearing a hospital gown, but her normal clothes were under it. (Thank goodness, too. Pandora never felt right in a dress. Only her hoodie, black tank top, ripped jeans, and tool belt were comfy.)
"Mummy! Where's my mummy?" the child asked, walking toward her.
Pandora stood up. She grabbed her hoodie, and stuffed it in a nearby duffel bag. It had Rifter symbols on it, so she figured it was up for grabs.
"Mummy!" The child said, nearing Pandora. It held its hand out, and tried to grab Pandora.
"Okay, kid. Leave me alone!" Pandora said, passing through the child.
Suddenly, all the patients woke up at once.
"Mummy. Are you my mummy?" They all asked.
Pandora screamed, and ran. She ran as fast as he could, screaming the whole time.
"DOCTORRRRRR!" she shouted, running down a set of stairs. She ran and ran, even though every floor had patients in gas masks.
Pandora leaped through one door, and landed on top of a man.
"Jack!" Pandora said, getting up.
"Pandora?" Jack asked, brushing himself off.
"TARDIS girl?" the doctor asked.
"I'm Pandora." She said, shaking the doctors hand.
"I saw by the markings on your bag that you're a Rifter. Which means you're the last Rifter, which means…" The doctor started.
"Which means I was the one who helped you destroy the Daleks." Pandora said, looking into the doctor's eyes.
The doctor stared at her.
"We'll talk later," he said, "Right now, we have a problem. It's a rather big one too."
It was then that Pandora realized where she was.
She was standing in the middle of all the patients.
"What are they, zombies? Aliens? Something from the future?" She asked, looking around her.
"We could call them zombies I guess." Said a blonde girl.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" Pandora asked.
"I'm Rose. Rose Tyler." The girl said.
"Pandora." Pandora said, backing up. The zombies were caving in.
"What happens if they touch you? Do they turn you into a zombie? Or something else?" She asked.
"That's exactly what happens. You grow a gas mask and die." Jack said.
"That's disgusting." Pandora said.
"What, death?" Jack said.
"No, growing a gas mask."
Jack turned around, and saw more zombies.
"I can't fire a hole in the wall! There's too many!" He said.
The zombies reached out. And nothing, nobody, could stop them from finding their mummy.
"Are you my mummy?"
"Mummy!"
"Where's my mummy?"
Pandora closed her eyes as the zombies closed off all chances of escape.
They were going to die.
I'm not even they're mummy either. Pandora thought.
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