Here's a short chapter which is the beginning of the Sixth Doctor's and Rose's next adventure. Enjoy :)
A few days of drifting in the vortex were just what the Sixth Doctor and Rose had needed. A bit of a holiday was what he had called it and rightly so. Their days were spent talking, laughing at each others funny stories, and just enjoying each others company. Their nights were spent making love. She felt such completeness being with him and knew, without a doubt, that she was utterly in love. He, too, felt more at peace and fulfilled than he had ever felt, especially in this incarnation. He had fallen for her hard, even though he knew that it couldn't last forever. Fortunately, he was able to keep that depressing thought at bay and just enjoy his time with her without dwelling on what may happen in his own personal time line. Unfortunately, even he couldn't have prevented the chain of events that began to unfold on their fourth day of drifting in the vortex.
He had been running a routine systems check on the console, while Rose had been taking a shower, when he picked up a faint distress signal. Oddly enough the coordinates were for Mycenae, in a time period he knew to be very peaceful for the planet's people. Putting aside his brief feelings of annoyance at yet something else causing him to cut short their holiday, he set the coordinates for Mycenae, while wondering what could have happened there to cause the Mycenaens to emit a distress signal.
It was at this moment, while he had a look of worry and concern in his eyes, that Rose entered the console room. "Doctor, what's wrong", she asked in concern as she went to stand next to him at the console.
"I'm afraid our holiday will have to be cut short, yet again, my dear. I just picked up a distress signal emanating from Mycenae," he stated, any hint of annoyance at their interrupted holiday overshadowed by his concern for the Mycenaens. At Rose's weary look, he said, "Not to worry, Rose. The time coordinates are for the 25th century. That's well after the century we were in when we last visited the planet."
Feeling slightly relieved at that bit of news, yet concerned as to what they would find when they'd arrive, she waited with the Doctor while the Tardis traveled the vortex toward their destination.
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The tranquility of one of the isolated woodlands areas of Mycenae was disturbed by the sound of a Tardis dematerializing. The door of the Tardis opened and the occupant walked out, carrying a specialized distress beacon. Picking a tree at random, he walked up to it and attached the beacon to the tree, punched in a complicated series of numerals, and used his sonic screwdriver to amplify the beacon's distress signal to where only another Tardis would be able to receive it. Satisfied with his work, he walked back into his Tardis, and made sure the chameleon circuit was working effectively enough to masquerade it as another tree. He had so much riding on his plan. If anything went wrong…no, he could not dwell on what could go wrong. He had to take things one step at a time. He had to succeed where his future self had failed.
For he, the Eleventh Doctor, the Eleventh incarnation of the Valeyard, would never accept what was destined to happen to the Gallifrey of his own universe. His Twelfth incarnation, had been utterly devastated the last time he had run into him. When he had heard what the Valeyard had said about Rose Tyler, he knew it couldn't be true. He recalled, as his Tenth self, looking briefly into Rose's memories and seeing just a hint of all she was capable of. In that incarnation, he recalled the intuitive sense that Rose was more than just an ordinary companion. The Valeyard had seemed to have forgotten all that and just took their Fourth self's opinion of Rose as fact. When the Valeyard had pointed out to his Eleventh self the memories of Rose that their Fourth self had shown him, the Eleventh Doctor had been amazed at how gullible the Valeyard had become in his advanced age. Needless to say, the Valeyard did not take kindly to his younger self's attitude and had left shortly thereafter. This had suited the Eleventh Doctor just fine, as he realized the Valeyard would not have the courage to do what would need to be done to save Gallifrey and to finally get rid of their damn counterpart in the other universe who was with Rose.
As the Eleventh Doctor checked his monitor, while awaiting the Sixth Doctor's and Rose's arrival, he detected another Tardis dematerializing nearby. As he watched his monitor, anticipating seeing the Sixth Doctor and Rose emerge, he was briefly disappointed by who he saw. It was a man who looked like he had stepped right out of Earth's Victorian era. As realization dawned on him as to who that was, he thought, 'dear Rassilon, this is fortuitous'. For it was none other than the Eighth Doctor.