A/N: Hello, sorry for not updating in a while, it's been a bit hectic in my house. Hope you enjoy this new installment. This story is becoming less surreal and more plausible as I've given up the train of thought that it will be just a couple of chapters. It seems that this story would rather be a bit longer. So, enjoy!


Chapter Three - Promises

Jackie, who had fallen asleep in the chair by Rose's bed stirred to find herself alone with Rose once more. Mickey and Pete had left her on her own but she had worn herself out with worrying. She looked across at her daughter, pale and drawn on the hospital bed and started. Her daughter's hair floated around her head as if she were underwater and her whole body glowed with an unearthly bright light.

"Rose?" Jackie touched one of her daughter's hands, which lay palm upwards out by her sides. She felt a bolt of energy run straight through her from Rose's hand and Rose began to speak.

"'Forever' I said and 'forever' I meant." Her eyes flashed dangerously. "I can do anything." She clenched her hands into fists and then suddenly she was still.

"Nurse!" Jackie called running to the door. "Nurse!" she yelled and as a nurse came into the room she told her what happened. The nurse looked sceptical but examined Rose all the same.

"Her breathing is very shallow." The nurse turned to speak to Jackie. "She—" the nurse was interrupted as the machine by Rose's bed that had been bleeping gently in the background picked up new tone. Instead of the incessant beeping and the small line bouncing up and down, the beeps merged to form a long desperate whine and the line fell back to the middle of the screen. An alarm went off and the nurse ran to the door before calling out for help. A team of doctors ran in wheeling a large machine. It was the machine that Jackie had seen so many times on medical dramas, used to shock people back into life. Seeing it on the television, she took it for granted that it would bring the person round; she would laugh about it, saying how often it came up but seeing it in front of her and knowing it was the only thing between her daughter and death terrified her. For months to come that moment would haunt her as she stood there outside the room where she'd been moved, looking through the window. She found that she could hear nothing and that was worse than any noise that could ever have sounded.

"Please Rose," she whispered, her hand on the glass and tears falling down her face, "please live."


Rose fell suddenly and found herself kneeling on the pavement next to a large brick wall. Looking round, she saw that she was in an abandoned alleyway. She climbed to her feet and rounded the corner to find an amazing sight. 'I must be dreaming.' She thought looking up to the sky. Above her was a large spaceship that was framed by the darkening night sky and apart from the ship an empty night sky, free of zeppelins. So, she was in the universe she had grown up in and judging by the surrounding areas and people, the same city. She found herself standing on the curb staring up as she watched a tidal wave of marshmallow-like creatures being beamed up by blue lasers from underneath the ship.

The small creatures waved down at the Earth and the crowed of people watched open mouthed as they went. Rose stood and wondered if the Doctor was near by, wondered if he was involved in anyway. As the last creature disappeared into the ship and it disappeared, Rose stood watching the police walking round the blocked off street, trying to look like they knew what was happening and she watched some of the crowd disappear and the rest milling around trying to understand. As she stood there lost in thought, she heard someone walk up behind her.

"Listen, there's this woman…" the redheaded woman spoke to her. She went on to tell Rose something about a bin and a lady named Sylvia. Rose wasn't really following what she was saying but nodded anyway. She was still wondering where the Doctor could be and when the woman left, in a hurry to get somewhere and obviously very excited about it, she turned back to look at the scene before her. She felt her body beginning to tingle and shocks running through her and she realised that she had no time left. She already felt drawn from the effort and she took one last look at the city she had grown up in before turning away and walking down the now deserted street. As the shocks got stronger, the scenery around her began to fade and she found herself heading back into the darkness.


Jackie sat once more by her daughter's side, gripping her cold hand in her own. Pete and Mickey had returned to stand beside her and they all stood and looked at the unconscious form in front of them once more. The machine in the background had resumed its beeping but Jackie had finished her story and the room was silent apart from it. The shock treatment had worked but the doctor that had come in to tell them the news had come in with a sympathetic look on his face and the news that Rose was now in a coma. The man looked at the clipboard in his hand before delivering the final blow. They didn't know if she would ever come out of the coma.

At the end of the visiting hours, Rose's family were made to leave and she was left alone in her room with only the company of her heart monitor standing beside her. As the number of people wandering down the corridors began to subside and wandering patients were sent back to their rooms, no one noticed the comatose girl lying in the bed. No one noticed her blink bright, golden eyes and no one noticed the small wispy trails of light that danced out of her mouth as she breathed steadily in and out.

"I'll find you Doctor…" She said quietly in a voice that wasn't her own. "One day, I'll find you."