Sorry for not updating sooner on this story but I have been adjusting it and working a lot on my 'Any Questions?' story but here's the new chapter and I hope you enjoy.
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Rose tossed and turned in her sleep as dreams plagued her visions. Every night she went to sleep and soon afterwards she would wake up, forehead dampened with sweat, confused by a dream as it slipped away from her. She remembered needles, the glimpse of metal shine against the light and a face, grinning at her...mocking her.
Tonight was no difference. She stared wide eyed at the white wall in front of her, trying to even out her breathing. Had she been on the Tardis she would have gotten out of bed to find the Doctor but she couldn't because if she got out of bed then all she would find is the locked door of her prison.
This place is her prison and when the door is unlocked then she still be in a prison. The only thing different is the guards, eyeing her up warily, making sure she knows her place. That she can't leave because she would be a danger to society.
She remembered trying to make an escape the first few times but then Mitch came along and stuck a needle in her and she would wake up restrained to her bed.
If this life was real...if she was actually crazy then why was she here. Why would she have made up the Doctor? An alien saving people from the monsters in the dark, the lonely angel, the oncoming storm, the man with two hearts and a home that burned long ago in a cascade of fire and, more importantly, her Doctor - her best friend. He had to be real...didn't he?
He had to be real because if he was real then this wasn't and that meant that her mother was still alive, probably watching Eastenders and gossip with Tina the cleaner. Her mother couldn't be dead...
Rose bit back tears, refusing to let them fall, as she sunk her head back on the pillow. She brought the blanket, that lay twisted around her legs, back up to her chest. Clutching it like a small child, she drifted back to sleep as another bit of hope drifted away.
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The Doctor reasoned that he was on Earth. His head still ached as if someone had dropped an anchor on his head at some point but he knew, from experience, that focusing on his pain would not help him find Rose. On the other hand, he needed to remember how he had got here but his headache was getting in the way to remembering those memories so he had to content himself with looking at surroundings.
Planet Earth a.k.a. Sol 3. London.
He had also figured out that if he walked approximately east for 55 minutes he would reach the Powell Estate. At least, that was what he hoped.
He also wondered why that woman thought he was her husband? It wasn't the mere fact she thought they were married that worried him but the fact she thought they had been married for a while and seemingly undergoing problems. Well, considering one of them was an alien who had no recollection of getting married to a human ever then that was a big enough problem in itself.
Sure, he had been married before when Gallifrey still existed but his home planet was long gone, thanks to him. And the second time he had been married was a pure and complete accident. He had always remembered from that day on that Jack giving you excessive amounts of alcohol while in Vegas was never a good idea. Technically he had became a bigamist in that night. How he ended up married to Rose (surprising), Jack (slightly horrifying) and Mickey the idiot (horrifically horrifying with a extra load of horror placed on top) he had always wondered as not all of his memories were clear. Thankfully none of them remembered the night before (too many hypervodkas provided by Jack) and he was the only one who had marriage certificates. They were all under fake names and how they had ended up glued on to his forehead he would never know. Thank Rassilion they had woken up in different rooms throughout the Tardis with all clothing in tact or it would have been difficult to explain what happened.
One thing surprised him, other than somehow ending up married to three people at once, was the fact that the streets were seemingly deserted at 11 in the morning as he walked (or to be precise, ran) out into a residential area. There was no flicker of curtains or no raised eyebrows from old ladies. There were no old ladies to raise their eyebrows at a semi-clothed man attempting to pull on his trousers while running away from a woman claiming to be his wife.
Once out of the street he had ran into people, who didn't acknowledge his presence, despite, his unruly and untidy state. He thought it strange behaviour, even for humans, but now tried to focus on how he had gotten here in the first place, now that his headache had seemingly disappeared.
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Lucy groaned. She was on duty again. This job never gave her any free time. She couldn't even remember the last time she had been on a date. Hell, she couldn't even the last time she had been out of this hospital. They were short staffed and that meant that working hours had been increased. Most of them had ended up sleeping in spare rooms. The one good thing was she didn't have that many patients to look after. And today she wouldn't have to deal with most of them as it was psych evaluation day.
She looked around the near empty recreation room. And what a recreation room it was! A few couches, a practically broken down TV, a bookshelf with mostly unread books, a pinball machine and a table scattered with paper and crayons. If they were so forgotten then maybe they could get new equipment but they were. Forgotten.
Hopefully some of the patients would be declared sane this day and complain. Those who were to still be assessed were waiting in their rooms. The rest were in this run down room, including Rose Tyler.
She had hopes for Rose Tyler. Other than her outbursts about a man in a blue box who she travelled with to fight aliens...well, she had been pretty much sane. Save for those delusions. Luckily they were getting fewer each day and Lucy suspected that she might be let out soon. She would however miss her if she did go. she was one of the few people to have any kind of conversation with around here.
"Hello Rose, how are you today?"
"Fine." she muttered without looking up from her book.
"How did the assessment go?"
"Fine. I just love getting poked and prodded at. Let's not forget those helpful questions they ask you over and over again. It really made my day." Her sarcasm didn't go amiss. She had rarely been sarcastic before but once you start getting called crazy, Rose had decided it was a reasonable excuse to become sarcastic.
"You know it's not that bad." Lucy tried to say but as soon as the words left her mouth, Rose had interrupted.
"Isn't it?" Rose raised her eyebrows in surprise, "I'm in a place where I don't belong."
"You're not the only one. Do you think I wanted to end up working here?"
"Do you think I wanted to end up living here?"
"Touche, but I had so many dreams of what I wanted to be when I was younger but I ended up here. And it's not that bad once you get past the first few months. You get used to it."
"I don't want to get used to it. I want to get out of here. I want to see the sky again. I want to..." She sighed, she had almost let slip that she wanted to se the Doctor again but she needed to act like the Doctor wasn't real. That was the only way they would think her sane.
"Look, I know it's hard but you're getting better. Rose, I've seen the change in you these last few weeks. You've almost stopped having delusions. You've barely mentioned anything about the Doctor or that blue box. Nothing about aliens either. I'm proud of you and I think you might actually get out soon."
Rose bit her lip as she stared at Lucy. She sighed as she returned to her book, muttering, "I hope so."
Well, if you want to you can hit the nice review button at the bottom of the page. Now I have two ideas for this story. One involves a bit of mystery and could possibly cause confusion for a few chapters depending on how you interpret it. The other involves well, less mystery but it focuses on slightly darker circumstances on how they ended up where they are but still remains a good idea.
So basically the choice is mysterious but lighter route or dark but more clear cut route? Or should I just try to combine the two…I dunno. Well, give me feedback if you want to.