Forgotten

Chapter 2: The TARDIS

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Thank you so much for the incredible response on the first chapter of Forgotten. I'm sorry for the much overdue update.

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Rose stood crouched to the side of the T.A.R.D.I.S, leaning against the door. Only a few moments earlier she had been gazing over at the quite possibly drunk man outside of her apartment. She had only wished to ask his name, having noted something undeniably familiar about him- and when he had disappeared into that blue box, he seemed to be in such pain. So Rose followed. Once inside, the box expanded, but that was almost forgotten when she gazed over at him, his back to her, his hand glowing. His hand was glowing. "I wa-" She began, but before she could continue, he pulled a lever on the console in front of him. An awful whirring noise began, and she was jolted forward. Rose grabbed onto a pole beside her, remaining near the doors. Her eyes widened when he spoke her name, obvious recognition in his expression as he faced her. The man cringed suddenly, the blinding yellow glow radiating from his body, first his hands, then his head. She had a feeling that whatever was happening couldn't be stopped. The phone box, if that was what it could still be called, bursted into flames. Pieces of the coral columns fell and crashed to the ground. Explosions sounded from all around. Rose turned around, pulling on the door handles. She needed to get away from the fire- to get help. The doors didn't budge, and Rose looked back at the man as a pain-filled gasp left his mouth. Her eyes were forced to close as the light grew too bright to bear. Only a few moments later, a completely different voice filled the space. "Legs. I've still got legs."

Rose quickly turned her attention to the new man, her eyes wide as debris and fire continued to fly around them. The man on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to her or the fire. He seemed quite a bit obsessed with himself, really.

"Arms… hands…" He murmured, his eyes opening wide as he inspected his body. It was like he had never seen it before. But who was he? That other man, he had just been standing there. This one… he did have the same clothing- a pinstriped suit and tie. Everything else seemed different. The way he carried himself, though, in the two moments they spoke, how could she judge a difference in his character. All of this. It was too much, too strange. He began muttering about his other features, pacing back and forth. Rose found herself chuckling as he spoke again. "I'm a… a girl. No…. No." He spoke, sounding increasingly distressed.

"No. You're definitely a bloke." Just as the words came from her mouth, he spun on his heels, his eyes meeting hers. "And my hair?"

"What?" Rose asked, confused.

"Color. What is the color of my hair?" He grabbed at his hair, trying to see it.

She responded quickly. "Brown."

The man frowned. "Still not ginger." He paused, gazing around. "And what else… there's something else. What is it? We're… We're." Suddenly a large boom sounded, shaking the entire room. Rose gripped tightly to the metal railing. The man laughed, his own hands flailing for the console in front of him. "Crashing!" Rose watched as he burst into action, moving around the circular console, flipping various switches, and glancing every now and then at what looked like a tv monitor. He spoke as he dashed around. "We'll be just fine. Just right fairly soon-" He cut off as the machine jolted again. With a large smile appearing on his face, the man shouted, "Geronimo!"

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The machine continued to explode and, if possible, it began to shake even more than before. The man frowned a little as he peered into the monitor. "Ohhh." He shifted his gaze to Rose. "I'm going to need you to move. Just for a second. Possibly two." As he spoke, he ran across the room, throwing open the doors to the machine. Rose remained glued to the railing, but her eyes clearly picked out where they were. London was two to three hundred feet below them.

"Wha-?" She called as he gazed outside.

"London. Two-thousand something. Probably." He responded, grinning. His gaze moved back outside. Another jolt rocked them, the man flying from the machine. Rose moved closer to the door. A few seconds later, his voice rung out. "I'm still here!" Slowly he began to climb back inside, closing the doors behind him once he finally scooted far enough inside. "Well, that was an adventure." He breathed heavily. Once again, the machine lurched forward.

"Can't you stop this thing?" Rose wondered, feeling more than slightly sick to her stomach.

"She'll stop on her own, the T.A.R.D.I.S." The man shrugged.

Rose tested the word out. "T.A.R.D.I.S."

He nodded, leaping up and moving back to the monitor. He pushed it around so she could see it. "See? Nothing to be worried about." The screen showed a small map of what looked like millions of stars, a image of earth in the middle.

Rose began to make her way over, dodging any remaining fire that remained.

"You might want to hold on." He suggested as the T.A.R.D.I.S began to shake. "She's landing."

The T.A.R.D.I.S came to a crashing halt only a few seconds later. And it was all Rose could do to make sure she didn't hit her head when she fell.

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I know this chapter was very short, though, the next should make up for it. ;)

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