Four chapters in one day?! Love me! I have a lot more written and a lot more to write.
This chapter is going to be inside one of Rose's dreams, sort of, I feel as if I need to slow the story down a bit, I want it to be a longer running story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, but I sort of wish I did, I wouldn't be as poor as I am now.
Rose watched her Doctor, not understanding what was happening. This was very unlike her other dreams. In her other dreams, she was running with him, with others, or by herself. They were all horrible. But this was the worst.
She was standing on a catwalk, in an old, abandoned warehouse. She could see two figures running, both with guns. They hid behind whatever was left of a wall, looking to see if anyone was following them. The woman ran over to the man.
Next to her, was, she noticed, a Sontaran, aiming his gun at the couple, waiting to fire.
That's when she noticed, also, him. The Doctor. He used a large hammer, presumably from the TARDIS, and wacked the Sontaran in its knock-out spot.
The woman looked up and saw the Doctor as the man continued to speak. She eventually got his attention. They both looked at the Doctor, knowing something wasn't quite right.
"Hey!" the man's voice rang out. It was Mickey, and next to him was Martha.
Rose was relieved to see that they had both survived the Daleks' attack and had, obviously, found a way to destroy the reality bomb.
The Doctor walked away. Rose followed him. Mickey pulled Martha in.
Rose took a good long look at the Doctor when they got to the TARDIS. She wondered if the Doctor could even see her.
The Doctor was in both physical and emotional anguish. His eyes were so sad, sadder than she had ever seen them, even on the Game Station. He was barely standing, clutching the console as he tried to pilot the TARDIS. She had never seen him more physically exhausted.
Rose tried to reach out to him, to comfort him, ask him what had happened.
"Doctor," she said, reaching a hand towards his own free one, to hold it. When she did, however, her fingers slipped right through his. She could feel the warmth radiating off of him, but she couldn't touch.
The question had originally been what had happened to him. Now, however, the question was what had happened to her.
Did she escape somehow? She didn't remember if she did. Was this some form of projection? She couldn't tell, but she thought that that must have been the most viable option.
Tears started to fall from the Doctor's eyes as he took steadying breaths. He flipped another lever. Rose's own eyes started to prickle with unshed tears, she couldn't touch him.
Rose blinked.
Rose watched as a young boy started to walk across the street, talking to someone on the his cell phone, it was Sarah Jane's son. Sarah Jane had showed her a picture of him, obviously seriously outdated by now, back when the incident with the Krillitanes happened.
A car started honking, coming towards him.
Rose screamed, "No!" desperately trying to get the boy's attention. He looked back, but acted as if he couldn't see her.
The Doctor came out of nowhere and moved him out of the way of the car.
When he got the boy safely to the sidewalk again, he looked at him as if to say, "Really? Be a bit more careful when crossing the street, put away your cell phone. You should know better. Shame on you. I'll have to phone your mother."
The boy kept stuttering as the Doctor walked away without a word.
The boy ran off screaming, "Mum!" repeatedly.
Finally, Sarah Jane came out and stood next to Rose, "What?" she asked.
He told her and they both looked across the street. The Doctor peered back at them, looking directly at Rose.
Strange, she thought. It's as if he can see me.
Sarah Jane gave him a look, as if she knew what was happening to him. Then it clicked, in Rose's mind also.
He's regenerating.
He raised his hand in farewell and stepped into his blue police box.
The next scene, Rose was in some sort of space bar, much to her amusement. She looked around to see many familiar species and faces, but none stood out to her as much as the face of Captain Jack Harkness, having a drink right across from her.
The bartender slipped him a piece of paper. Pointing behind him, the man said, "From the man over there."
Jack looked up and Rose looked behind. It was the Doctor.
Jack straightened up and the Doctor nodded, gesturing the paper.
Jack read the paper, though Rose couldn't see it. She looked back at the Doctor, who nodded to something, or, rather, someone, next to Jack. They continued their silent exchange until the Doctor did his mock salute and the Captain did a full one. The Doctor walked away.
"So, Alonso, coming my way?" Jack asked the man next to him.
At the sound of his name, Alonso asked, "How do you know my name?"
"I'm kind of psychic," Jack replied. Rose giggled.
"Really?" Alonso asked. Jack replied the affirmative. "Do you know what I'm thinking right now?"
Jack kept right on smiling. "Oh yeah," he replied.
"Oh, Jack, you naughty boy," Rose said.
Jack's head snapped back to her, as if he could hear her voice, but looked right through her.
The Captain took a large swig of his drink, trying to shake off the feeling he just got. He returned to Alonso.
A young author sat at a table, signing books and explaining to a young man the truthfulness of the tale that lay inside this particular novel. The man took his book and left.
The Doctor walked up to the table. "Who's it for?" the woman asked as she started signing his copy.
"The Doctor," he responded.
"To the Doctor, funny that's the name he used," she said. Realisation suddenly hit her and she looked up slowly.
"Was she happy, in the end?" he asked solemnly. Rose remembered, he didn't like endings, he tore out the last page of a book so as to keep it from bothering him, then ending, that it.
"Yes, yes she was," the woman said, shocked. "Were you?"
The Doctor gave her a sad smile and left, picking up his copy.
"He will be," Rose said, attempting to lay a hand on the woman's. "I'll make sure of it."
The woman looked at Rose for a millisecond, startled, then returned to signing books.
They can hear me, Rose thought, the hope within her rising.
Bells were ringing, Donna Noble was screaming, and many more people were cheering and taking pictures. Rose was in the shrubbery.
Today was the day of Donna Noble's wedding.
Donna's mother looked back and notified her father. The Doctor had arrived.
If he's missed the ceremony, he'll have a lot of apologizing to do to Donna, Rose thought. She entertained the idea of him getting a good smack from the bride for missing her wedding.
Something was off, though, Rose noticed.
The pair walked up to the Doctor and Wilf started conversing. The Doctor looked up at Donna, friendly love in his eyes and said, "I just wanted to give you this," he handed them an envelope, "Wedding present. Thing is, I never carry money so I just popped back in time, borrowed a quid off a really lovely man," the Doctor paused, "Jeffrey Noble, his name was. 'Have it,' he said. 'Have that on me.'" Donna's mother looked like she was going to cry.
The family of the bride walked back up to her. She started talking, stuffed a lottery ticket from the envelope into her bra, and walked away. Wilf turned back around to see the Doctor watching him. With tears in his eyes, Wilf saluted him, knowing that it'd be the last time any of them ever saw the wonderful man named the Doctor.
The Doctor turned back around and walked into his space and time box.
Wilf continued to cry.
She doesn't remember, Rose thought, angry at the Doctor, unknowing why she doesn't remember.
She turned to Wilf, hoping he could hear her, wanting to comfort him, it seemed as if he and the Doctor had grown close. "He'll be okay, one day," she assured him, before fading away to another scene.
The next scene was oddly familiar. It was snowing and she was outside her flat. She watched as she saw herself walk and talk with her mum.
Then she remembered, this was New Year's, 2005. It was a strange one too, a drunken man came up and started talking to her while staying hidden in the shadows.
She watched this conversation and walked towards the man that she had once thought was drunk as soon as her younger self had walked away.
It wasn't a drunk man at all. It was the Doctor. She remembered. She was his last stop before he regenerated. She didn't know whether to be honoured that she was the last face that face saw, or if she should give him a good old Tyler slap for potentially rupturing timelines. She decided to feel honoured, because, after all, it had been a really great year.
Rose watched as the Doctor crawled along the wall, grunting in pain, trying to reach his TARDIS. She tried to help him stand, but her fingers and hands slipped right through him, as if she were a ghost.
He fell to the grounding, screaming, as she bent down to help him, saying, "Doctor," repeatedly.
He seemed to look up at her, with hope, before his gaze was redirected to an ood. It wasn't just any old ood, though, it was Ood sigma saying, "We will sing to you, Doctor. The universe will sing you to your sleep."
A song started playing, one of the most beautiful things that Rose had ever heard. The Doctor stood up, struggling, once again, to return to his beloved ship.
"This song is ending," Ood Sigma continued, "but the story never ends."
Once he got inside, the ood turned to Rose, looking pointedly at her, "It will not be long now," and then he disappeared. Rose ran straight through the TARDIS doors and inside as the Doctor pulled himself up to the console and removed his jacket and threw it over the coral strut.
The Doctor's hand started glowing and he walked around to the other side of the console, Rose not far behind him.
He flipped levers, setting them in orbit. Rose could have sworn that she saw a tear in his eyes, knowing that there were tears in her own. She didn't wanted to lose the Doctor again, she didn't want a new man to take his place.
Then, she thought, he's always the same man, just a different face. She'll always love him, no matter what face he wore.
He finished walking around the console and said, "I don't want to go."
Immediately, Rose was right there, holding his hand, solidly, for a moment. She knew that the regeneration energy couldn't hurt her if she wasn't really there.
His head snapped towards her. "Rose," he said.
And then he erupted in a golden flame.
All around them, there was fire.
Rose could hear the TARDIS screaming in pain. The energy from his regeneration had been held in his body for far too long and caused far too much damage on his magnificent ship.
Rose struggled to get up from the floor, as she was somehow knocked back.
"Rose," he said again, wearing a new face. He got up really close to her face, as if to make sure she was still there. He stared into her eyes. His eyes were a brilliant green. This new face was handsome, if not a bit big for the old suit.
"You... you can see me?"
"'Course I can see you. I've always been able to see you!" his eyes focused more intensely. "Though, you're fading. Don't worry, Rose. I will find you, I promise. Do you know where you are?" he asked, grabbing a hold of her hands roughly.
"No. No. Something about a Pandorica, that's all I know. Help me, Doctor!" she replied. Her hands fell through his.
"Something about what? Rose? Where are you?" he shouted frantically.
The TARDIS jolted to the side. "Legs!" he said. "I've still got legs! Good." he hugged one up to his chest and kissed it.
He started fidgeting, "Arms, hands. Oh, fingers, lots of fingers. Ears, yes. Eyes, two." He was checking things off, Rose noticed. "Nose... I've had worse. Chin, blimey! Hair..." he reached up stroking it, a moment of panic across his face. "I'm a girl!" he near screeched.
Despite the seriousness of the past few minutes, Rose laughed at him, nearly falling over. She knew for certain that he wasn't a girl.
"No! No!" he felt his neck, "I'm not a girl!" The Doctor pulled his hair in front of his eyes, "And still not ginger!"
The Doctor seemed extremely upset about this development, again, to Rose's amusement. She could tell she was going to like this new new Doctor.
"And something else. Something important. I'm," he tapped his fingers on his temples frantically, "I'm... I'm..." the TARDIS jolted again. He grabbed the console with a look of pure amazement set on his new new face. "Crashing!" he laughed.
Rose tried to keep calm as the madman jumped around the console with a bunch of "haha"s or "hehe"s. He was going to kill the both of them, and she wasn't even really here!
"Woo-hoo-hoo! Ah!" he shouted. "Geronimo!"
So! What d'you guys think? It's an EXTREMELY long chapter, I know, and I don't like to rehash, trust me, it took me longer than I would've liked to write this chapter, but I felt that it was needed. Much the same thing is going to happen next chapter, what with Rose's dreams and such, except it will be over several episodes, where I see fit, and it will have more Rose interacting.
I hope you like and continue to read! (Oh, and so sorry for not including accents in here, I don't necessarily find them important to write considering we all know these characters so well we could probably hear them speaking in our heads. That, and I'm no good at writing accents.)
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