DON'T BEAT MEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :(
I know, I know, I'm such a bad updater TT-TT
A million-billion-zillion-kabillion-zazillion apologies!!
I have my reasons (a.k.a. my excuses xD)
a) CHRISTMAS!! Merry X-Mas btw =D
b) Family visiting.
c) School
d) Visitors :)
e) An ill grandfather.
So yah…
Disclaimer: I own nothing, friiiends :P. I would kill for Donna's lovverly hair … and Rose's eyes … and the Doctor's – well. The Doctor. :3 But we all would, wouldn't we daaaaarlings??
Human Nature
Chapter 9
Rose pulled her jacket tighter around her against a chilly breeze and continued her stroll through the park, on her way to John's. She had to talk to him; mostly about Martha. She felt so guilty. Martha had been off the radar for several days – since Donna's boyfriend had been murdered.
Rose paused momentarily, her eyes flashing worriedly; some of Martha's DNA had been found on the body. She was currently the only possibility as a suspect and no-one had seen hide or hair.
What if it's my fault? Rose thought miserably as she continued her walk, What if she killed Chris and bolted, all brought on cos of me and John? No no no! I've known her years now; she isn't a murderer!
But what if she is?
Rose shook her head and sighed as she continued her walk, when a fresh gust of wind hit her and a wave of nausea passed through her and she literally was stopped in her tracks, covering her mouth.
What…was that?!!
She looked around the bright park – it was only three in the afternoon, and it was a nice day despite the cold, the wind and the clouds. Then, she looked towards the lake and her heart literally skipped a beat when she saw the figure standing at the water's edge.
"Martha…" Rose whispered, before taking off towards her old friend.
"Martha Jones!" she exclaimed happily, close enough to wrap her arms around Martha from behind, using her body to skid to a stop, almost knocking her off her feet.
"What?!" came Martha's voice, somewhat rougher and angrier than usual.
"I'm so happy to see ya!" Rose cried, spinning Martha so they were face to face, "I've been so worried; you've been off God knows where and Chris – oh my God, Chris! 'e's dead, did you hear?! He was murdered and the police think you did it, which is just dumb, right? You wouldn't kill anyone; you are a doctor and doctors never kill people on purpose, I reckon, right? Unless they're a bit off in the head but you ain't…"
Rose was aware she was babbling and quickly shut her mouth, looking at Martha properly.
She frowned.
Martha was standing unusually straight and stiff in her arms, giving her a look as if she was rotten milk, her nose wrinkled and her eyes harsh.
"Martha…?"
"Get. Off. Me."
Rose yanked her hands away like she was on fire.
"Martha, are you okay?" Rose asked, frowning.
Martha looked her up and down, one eyebrow arched dangerously, before saying in a flat monotone voice, "Rose Tyler. Twenty-one years old. Lives in the Powell Estates; mother, father, sister. Bit of a complainer. And…"
Martha suddenly sniffed loudly, tilting her head back.
"Completely human."
Rose stepped back slowly, stumbling slightly on the bank of the late, "Martha…what's wrong with you?"
"This Martha's memory bank…" her old friend said thoughtfully, ignoring Rose completely, "She is a bit unhappy with you, which must justify…this!"
And with that, Martha grabbed Rose's arms and with inhuman strength, picked her right up off her feet and back, throwing her into the lake before she had time to scream.
"Doctor! Just listen to me, alright?!"
"Oh, Godsake! Stop calling me Doctor!! It's John! John Timothy Smith, born 1st January 1978! Mother was a teacher, father was a postman. Grew up in central London! Been your roommate for three months now! Remember?!"
"Of course I remember, sweet'eart, it's you who needs reminding!! No need to rant." Donna huffed, sitting down on the sofa.
"This is all a load of bull." John groaned, rubbing his hand across his face, "Look, Donna, I think all this may be grief on your part, alright? Over Chris and Martha? You've been pushing it all away for a week now, I think it may finally be getting to you."
Donna gritted her teeth, "And I thought you were stupid in Spaceman form,"
John frowned towards her, "Spaceman…why does that ring a bell?"
Donna looked up at him, eyes wide with hope, "Yeah, Spaceman…d'you remember?!"
"You've been calling me that for…ages now!" John said thoughtful, his eyes growing misty and distance, "Before I even looked like, well, this!"
He ran a hand across his chin and Donna's face lit up as she climbed to her feet. Maybe he was remembering being in a previous regeneration…!
John's eyes snapped to hers, the distant look fading, "Sorry? Did you say something?"
Donna groaned, "Noo…just forget it. You seem to have forgotten a lot already."
She fell back onto the sofa with a harrumph, John frowning confusedly at her. He shrugged and patted his redheaded friend on the shoulder before heading towards the bathroom, humming.
"Oh!" he said over his shoulder, "Rose is coming round soon, let her in if she knocks."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be nice to your little girlfriend." came the snarky reply.
"I wouldn't expect anything less," he said with a cheeky wink, before stepping into the bathroom and closing the door.
Donna groaned and rubbed her eyes; where was Martha?! She needed that watch!
Maybe showing John the Tardis might trip something in his mind. Or, he could fly into a crazy omigosh-it's-bigger-on-the-inside-eep!! fit like most people did. She fondly remembered the first time her grandfather, Wilf, had stepped inside. Luckily, he was healthy for his age, and didn't suffer a stroke or a heart attack, like the Doctor had joked he might. Not that Donna appreciated the idea…
"Donna!"
John's voice interrupted her reminiscing, at least three octaves higher than usual. She looked up to see him standing just outside of the bathroom, eyes wide as he clutched something tightly in his hand.
"What?" Donna asked curiously, attempting to look between his skinny fingers and see the object.
"Is this—?" the Doctor started before pausing and shaking his head as if he was distressed. He opened his eyes and Donna felt the hairs rise on the back of her neck; his eyes had darkened, so much so that you could barely see where his iris ended and pupil began. It was such an intense look, the kind she only saw when he was attempting to save the world in a difficult situation. She instantly knew something serious was up.
"Tell me…" he said in a shaky voice, "This is yours."
He stepped forward and held his hand out to Donna, unwrapping his fingers. Donna looked down at the object in his palm and let out an audible gasp.
"Oh." Donna said in a shrill voice, "Well…isn't that wizard?!"
The water was cold. Very cold. Icy, in fact. Yep, good way to describe it; icy.
Rose opened her eyes under the water, happy that the lake here was mostly pollutant-free, and was clear. She resisted the urge to rise up for air, letting her sink down. She had no idea what was wrong with Martha and she sure as hell wasn't gonna rise up and find out.
Her best friend had just pushed into a lake. Surely that was the only thing that happened in The Hills and other such shite shown on TV nowadays.
Her clothes were dragging her down now; she didn't even have to put in any effort. Her bent knees collided with the rocky bottom of the lake and she shrieked obscenities in her head, keeping her mouth closed. Then she noticed something on the lake floor and she frowned, before scooping it up, studying the shiny object closely.
It was a watch; a fob watch much like the one John had given away to Martha. In fact, very like it. Rose held it tightly and pushed of the lake floor; her head was getting light, and her lungs were burning. She broke the surface of the water, gasping oxygen into her body as she coughed.
"Rose? Rose?"
She turned in the direction her name was coming from, and let out a small sob at the sight of her mum and Pete standing at the side.
"Rose Marion Tyler, get the hell out of there!" Jackie practically screamed, stepping as close as she dared to the water. Rose doggy paddled towards her, still gasping for air, her limbs feeling stiff with cold. As soon as she was within distance, Jackie grasped her daughter's arms and pulled her out of the water, hugging her tightly as Rose coughed, her throat on fire.
"Are you okay?" Jackie demanded, gently getting to her feet and pulling Rose up too. Pete put a hand on Rose's sodden back, frowning.
"What the 'eck were you doing in the lake, you daft child?!" Jackie demanded, pushing Rose's wet hair out of her face. Rose slowly shook her head and backed out of her mother's comforting arms, before walking back towards the path.
"Rose, where're you going?!" Jackie called, panicked.
"I-I'm needed…s-somewhere…" Rose stammered.
"Where?" Jackie's voice came, fainter now. Rose shook her head, unanswering.
She didn't know what was going on. She had no idea what was wrong with her old friend. But she had a feeling, a small niggling feeling, that she might find answers with John Smith and Donna Noble.
You know, I'm watching Evolution of the Daleks from S3 right now, and Dalek Caan just used his magical "Emergency Temporal Shift". You know what I did? I SQUEAKED! Squee-ed! How depressing is thaaat?!! Don't you love re-watching old episodes of things and knowing exactly where they lead? :D
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