I felt the need to upload more today. That makes seven chapters in one day! Consider yourselves lucky!
I debated one whether or not to do a complete rehash of Amy's Choice, but I decided against it because of it all being a dream of the Doctor's, instead of Rose and I figured it would take too much explaining in the long run and would just take a long time that wasn't really needed, so I didn't do it. Instead, here's the rest of 'Rose's Dreams'.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, but I do own the series on DVD, which can be just as good.
Rose was standing by the TARDIS, which, at this point, wasn't quite unusual considering that's where she was most of the time. By the TARDIS.
"Immediate evacuation. Toxic fumigation is about to commence," a voice said.
What's he gone and done this time? Rose thought to herself.
Rose heard footsteps approaching quickly, followed by, "No questions, just get in and, yes, I know, it's big. And Ambrose, sickbay upstairs, left then left again. Get yourself fixed up," the Doctor said as he was unlocking the TARDIS. "Come on, five minutes and counting!"
The Doctor turned around as he handed Amy the stopwatch. Rose followed his gaze. There was a crack in the wall, and it was getting brighter.
The Doctor looked horrified, "Not here. Not now."
"No, Doctor," Rose tried telling him, "everywhere, in every time. You haven't figured it out yet, have you?"
He paid her no mind.
"It's getting wider."
"The crack on my bedroom wall," Amy glared at it too.
The Doctor approached it. "And the Byzantium. All through the universe, rips in the continuum. Some sort of space time cataclysm, an explosion maybe. Big enough to put cracks in the universe, but, what?"
Rose could see the gears turning in his head, even though his back was turned to her and she was leaning against the TARDIS.
"Four minutes fifty. We have to go!" Amy told him.
"The angels laughed when I didn't know. Prisoner Zero knew. Everybody knows except me!"
"Well, if you want to be technical, I don't exactly know," Rose smiled. What more was there to do except make side comments, she couldn't exactly do anything.
"Doctor, leave it!" Amy tried.
"But where there's an explosion, there's shrapnel," he said. Rose could only imagine the look on his face, the same one he wore when there was something interesting.
"Doctor, you... you can't put your hand in there!" Rory tried telling him. The Doctor looked back to him, almost like a challenge.
Rose snorted, "Just you watch him."
The Doctor smiled, "Why not?" turning back to the crack with a cloth draped over his hand.
"Told you," Rose said.
The Doctor reached in and the light from the crack grew brighter, he started screaming in agony. Amy and Rory looked terrified.
Rose rushed over to him, "Get your hand out of there! Quit putting it in places it shouldn't be!"
"I've got something."
"What is it?" Amy and Rose asked simultaneously. Rose half smiled.
The Doctor yanked his arm out of the crack holding his reward in his handkerchief. He fell to the floor, looking triumphant, "I don't know."
A Silurian crawled into the small cavern, panting.
"Doctor," Rory warned him.
The Doctor got to his feet.
"She was there when the gas started. She must've been poisoned," Amy said.
Rose felt strange looking at the woman, seeing a near exact replica of Vastra, someone who wouldn't be looking at them like she was about to murder someone. That's when Rose noticed her gun, she was going to murder someone.
"You!" she said, exasperated.
"Okay, get in the TARDIS, both of you," the Doctor said, reaching for the sonic.
"Take this!" the woman said, raising her gun.
"No!" Rose exclaimed, fear gripping her.
Instead, Rory pushed the Doctor out of the way, screaming his name.
The lizard woman shot him. Amy shrieked, "Rory," and ran over to him writhing on the ground in pain.
The Silurian took her last breath.
"Rory! Can you hear me?" the Doctor asked, examining him.
"I don't understand," the dying man realised.
His fiancée tried to quiet him. "Don't talk. You're gonna be okay. Doctor, we have to get him onto the TARDIS."
"We were on the hill," Rory tried to elaborate, "I can't die here."
Amy was crying, "Don't say that."
"You're so beautiful," Rory told Amy.
Rose was watching curiously. She had seen this Rory Williams in the camp, surely he couldn't die here. Unless...
The man took a few more breaths, "I'm sorry." And then he stopped.
Amy was devastated. "Doctor, help him."
Rose observed the Doctor noticing the crack's light's tendrils, noting the look on his face as he worked out every possible scenario of what he should do next.
He stood up. "Amy, move away from the light. If it touches you, you'll be wiped from history. Amy, move away now," the Doctor tried reasoning with her calmly.
"No! I am not leaving him! We have to help him!" she shouted.
Rose couldn't stand to see the woman cry.
"The light is already around him, we can't help him," the Doctor tried moving her.
"I'm not leaving him!"
"We have to!"
"No!"
"Go Amy!" Rose shouted at her, tears in her own eyes. "I'll stay! I'll stay with him! I promise! Just go!"
The Doctor and Amy both looked up at her for a second, recognition and disbelief in the Doctor's eyes and confusion and loss in Amy's. Amy's gaze returned to her fiancée.
"I'm sorry!" the Doctor said, pulling on Amy, never breaking eye contact with Rose. Whether the apology was to Rose or Amy, she couldn't tell.
"Kill me!" Amy shrieked as the Doctor continued to apologize, finally breaking eye contact with Rose and getting Amy to the TARDIS.
Rose could hear Amy's protests and the Doctor sonicking them inside the TARDIS. Within a few moments, it was gone.
So, Rose did as she promised. She held on to this specific moment in time, as difficult as that was for her considering she had no control over it.
She stayed by Rory Williams' side as the light consumed him.
She was walking down a dirt path with Amy, the Doctor, and a ginger man with painting supplies this time. She didn't know who he was, but she assumed that the Doctor was going to change his life, in one way or another, he always did.
Rose supposed that if these dreams of her were really telepathic connections with either the TARDIS or the Doctor, and, if this was going linear according to the Doctor's timeline as it appeared to be, then Amy must've just lost Rory. Though, she had no clue as to why Amy was acting as if everything was hunky-dory.
"I'm sorry you're so sad," she told the man, as if nothing sad had happened to her recently.
"But I'm not. Sometimes these moods torture me for weeks or months but I'm good now. If Amy Pond can soldier on, then so can Vincent Van Gogh," the man said, holding her hand.
Rose choked on the air that she was trying to breath, that's if she was breathing. Did he say Vincent Van Gogh? Rose became a little bit jealous of Amy, but then remembered that she had met Charles Dickens in her travels.
"I'm not 'soldiering on', I'm fine," Amy laughed.
"Oh, Amy, I hear the song of your sadness. You've lost someone, I think," Van Gogh said solemnly.
"I'm not sad," Amy tried to convince him.
"Then why are you crying?" he replied.
Rose hadn't noticed it at first, but she was. Amy was crying, only, she didn't think that Amy had noticed, nor anyone else save her and Van Gogh.
Amy reached up to her eye, confused.
"It's alright, I understand."
"I'm not sure I do," Amy replied.
The Doctor had been unreasonably quiet the entire walk. So, Rose decided to pick a bone with him.
"What happened to her? Why has she forgotten Rory? Is this like Donna? Is this what happened to her? Are we all just forgetting now?" she tried screaming at him.
"No," he mumbled, almost too quiet to hear.
Rose was going to have to have a stern discussion with him later, if he ever lived up to his promise and found her.
"Okay! Okay! So, we must have a plan. When the creature returns..." he was cut off by Vincent.
"We shall fight him again," he said, stopping everyone.
"Well, yes, tick. But, last night we were lucky. Amy could've been killed. So, this time, for a start, we have to make sure I can see him too."
"You can't even see me! How're you meant to see something you've only been dealing with for a short while?" Rose was frustrated at not knowing what was going on.
"And how're we meant to do that, suddenly?" Amy spoke for her.
Rose could feel this scene starting to fade from her as noises replaced them, noises that most certainly weren't from projection or dream, whichever it was, but from outside her prison itself.
Okay, so, finally, we're caught up, somewhat. That's the end of the 'dreaming'. Next, the Pandorica Open (of course).
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