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I know some of you think you know what's going to happen, but trust me when I say... you won't. Think what you want, but I swear in the next couple of chapters you'll be in for a surprise.

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The Time Experiment

The Stolen Earth – Part 3

Donna sat on the ground, shaking as she silently cried. The Doctor leant against a giant coral pillar of his ship, his arms crossed, defeated. Their hope of finding earth had vanished.

The silence was deadly.

A sudden beeping sound caught their attention. The Doctor snapped his head up.

"Phone!" "Doctor, phone!"

The Doctor scrambled for the phone, flipping it open. "Martha, is that you?" He paused slight at the odd, bip-bip-bip sound on the other end, but grinned excitedly when he realised what it was. "Signal!"

Donna was by his side in and instant as The Doctor pulled out his stethoscope. She turned to him. "Can we follow it?"

The Doctor gave her a crazy grin. "Oh! Just watch me!"

Rose sat on the carpet in the Noble house, twisting two wires together. She had pulled apart the hairdryer and the blender, assembling the necessary parts to the radio.

Wilfred rushed in with the wire and some tape. "What do you need me to do?"

Rose glanced up briefly, nodding to the tape. "Tear that up into… little strips."

Wilfred nodded. She threw took a piece of tape, attaching the wire to the sound speaker.

"What are you making?" Sylvia asked.

"Sylvia…" Wilfred warned.

Rose took a deep breathe, gathering enough energy to talk. "I'm constructing an amplified sub-soundwave… transmitter. A Subwave microphone. It will…" She paused to take a couple of deep breathes before continuing. "… hopefully, associate with the Subwave's call to The Doctor … broadcasting the song through the… telephone network grid… and enhance the signal."

"Hang on," Wilfred asked. "What song?"

Rose just smiled, continuing into constructing her microphone.

There was a crash through Harriet's front door. She gave a sigh, before turning and facing the four Dalek's storming into her house. Harriet Jones stepped forward with nothing but determination on her face.

"Harriet Jones," She informed the invaders. "Former Prime Minister."

"We know who you are."

Harriet shook her head. "Oh, you know nothing. Of any human… and that will be your downfall."

"Ex-ter-min-ate!"

"Gah!" The Doctor cried. "It's not strong enough!"

Donna turned to him. "What do you mean it's not strong enough?"

The Doctor gestured to the phone. "The signal isn't strong enough to…"

He stopped.

He heard it.

A soft song singing out through the signal. A calling for help. A beautiful melody that floated through the air, filling the TARDIS with glorious sound.

The Doctor straightened up, closing his eyes and letting the song fill his ears, feel his senses. Such power at such a small frequency.

"Docto…"

He snapped his hand up towards Donna. "Shh."

Gwen frowned looking at Ianto. "What's that?'

Jack jumped onto the bridge, looking at the screen with Ianto. Ianto shrugged. "No… no idea."

"It sounds like…" Jack whispered. "A song."

Francine frowned at the screen. "What's that noise?"

Martha listened, confused. "Someone's… singing…"

"Mum?" Luke said carefully. "Something is tapping into the telephone network grid… boosting the power. The Doctor has enough energy to get through!"

Sarah-Jane stepped over to her son. For a few seconds they were both silent, listening.

"Someone's singing," Sarah-Jane whispered. "I can't understand the language. Mr. Smith?"

"The song cannot be translated Sarah-Jane, but my past history suggests that the song is sung in the native language of the Time Lords, Gallifreyian."

Sarah-Jane's eyes widened. "Impossible…"

Rose could feel Wilfred and Sylvia staring.

Rose sat cross-legged on the ground of the Noble household, holding the small reconstructed radio in her hand. She was weak. She was dying. She was dressed in a hospital down drenched in TARDIS Time Rotor fluid. Her whole body was aching, her head was throbbing…

But Rose sung.

Her eyes were closed, but she knew what Wilfred and Sylvia must be seeing. Just from the heat radiating off her body, she knew her entire body was ablaze with golden light. The stray dust from the Space-Time Vortex in her mind circled her.

She was using the Space-Time Vortex, shaping it into the sounds she needed in order make her song. Her song of the TARDIS. Each TARDIS had their own song, their own way of shaping the Space-Time Vortex into soundwaves. One specifically for them, but they only sung their song when it was needed for a true and meaningful purpose.

Rose was singing hers now.

She needed The Doctor. She needed him to safe the universe. She needed him to save the people on Earth and to stop the Daleks in succeeding in their plan. That wasn't all though. Rose needed to just see him. One last hug… one last smile… before she was lost and trapped forever in a TARDIS shell.

Rose sang the truth in her heart.

Donna listening to the song, sensing that it had some meaning for The Doctor. At one moment he was shouting in frustration and the next… he was just standing there, his eyes closed, breathing in the song. It didn't have the same effect on her as it did with The Doctor.

The Doctor opened his eyes, blinking away the tears that had formed in his eyes. He could hear the longing in the words. The desperation. The need.

For him. Only him.

"Doctor," Donna said softly. "What is it?"

The Doctor, took a deep breathe, still listening to the melody playing through his ship. The turned back to his ship, leaning forward over the console taking in a few deep breathes, swallowing thickly. The TARDIS itself gave a happy whirl, clearly able to hear the song too.

"Donna… that's a TARDIS song," Doctor whispered.

Donna frowned. "What's… a TARDIS song?"

The Doctor didn't answer. He walked around to the screen, analysing the data. He took in a deep breathe. "It's definitely real. It's a true TARDIS song."

"What is a TARDIS song, Doctor? Will it boost the signal?"

The Doctor spun around, giving her an excited grin. Donna knew that this grin was a mask. Whatever this 'TARDIS song' was it seemed to have a personal effect on the Doctor and that wasn't always a good thing.

"Oh yes!" The Doctor cried. "Hang on Donna! We're travelling through time! One second in the future! The phone call and the TARDIS song are pulling us through!"

Rose felt the prod in her mind, and she couldn't help but smile. She continued to sing, singing her song, as she felt the presence wrap around her mind, combining their consciousness'. She could feel the TARDIS again. The Doctor's TARDIS.

…Rose…

Rose let the song fade. It didn't end, it just faded… to be continued really. A TARDIS song only ends when a TARDIS dies.

Rose wasn't dying yet. Not just yet.

"Hello, sweet heart," Rose whispered. She felt her weakness return as the glow of the Bad Wolf retreated into her body. Her breathing became heavy again. "I'm here."

…We heard your song…

Rose nodded swallowing thickly as her throat turned horse. "I'm coming to find you."

…You haven't got long…You need to find The Doctor…

Rose gave a soft smile. "I've missed him."

…He did too, Rose… He did too…

"Rose?"

She opened her eyes, meeting the gaze of a very concerned Wilfred and a very confused Sylvia. The both glanced at each other before looking back at Rose

"Are you alright?" Sylvia asked somewhat concerned.

She gave a frail smile. "Sorry, just… chatting to an old friend."

"…Oo, what's that? Hold on! Some sort of… Subwave network."

Jack rushed forward, knowing exactly the owner of the voice is. The moment the image appeared on Harriet's square, he gave a yelp with joy. "Where the hell have you been?! Doctor, it's the Daleks!"

Gwen raised eyebrow at the live broadcasting of The Doctor. "Oh, he's a bit nice. I thought he'd be older."

Ianto raised an eyebrow at her. "He's not that young."

Rose stared at the screen. It was him. It was really him. She was so close, but he couldn't hear her.

"It's the Daleks! They're taking people to their spaceship!" Sarah-Jane cried.

"… look, I'm sorry. I mean, do something!"

"… It's not just Dalek Caan!"

"… The Earth has surrendered!"

Rose blinked back the tears tempting to leak from her eyes. She had never felt so left out. They could all talk to The Doctor. They could all communicate with him and yet she couldn't… and if it wasn't for her none of them would be here! If she hadn't saved The Doctor's life back on Satellite Five… none of them would be searching for him!

"That's Donna!" Sylvia exclaimed.

Wilfred gave a grin. "That's my girl!"

"Sarah-Jane!" The Doctor cried happily, grinning at the screen. "Who's that boy? That must be Torchwood. Oh, they're brilliant! Look at you, all you clever people."

Donna stepped forward into the camera's view. "That's Martha! And who is he?"

"Captain Jack," The Doctor turned to her as Donna gapped. "Don't… Just… don't."

"Doctor," Rose whispered. "It's me… I came back."

"It's like an outer space Facebook!" Donna chirped.

The Doctor's smile faded slightly. "Everybody except Rose."

Rose instantly felt hope rise within her. He knew. He knew she was here. He hadn't forgotten her.

…He could never forget you, Rose…

"I have my children, Doctor. What do you have now?"

"After all this time… everything we saw, everything we lost…I have only one thing to say to you. Bye!"

Rose tried to stand up, only to collapse to the ground. Wilfred and Sylvia rushed to her side, helping her stand.

"You need to back off," Rose warned. "I don't know what this might do."

Wilfred and Sylvia let go of Rose hesitantly. She was barely standing, the pain through her mind coursing through her body. She didn't have much time left, but she needed to see him.

"Ok, I'm going to find him…" Rose whispered. She gave a weak smile. "Time Travel without the TARDIS's support… wish me luck."

Slowly her whole body started to glow. Rose looked down at her hands and they grew brighter. She felt the Space-Time Vortex expand in her mind, preparing to suck her through. She thought about the Doctor, about the TARDIS. That's where she wanted to be.

There was an explosion of light and a crack in the air. Sylvia clutched Wilfred as they both turned away from explosion. The light faded and the two of them glanced back at where the mysterious woman had been standing.

There wasn't a scorch mark in the carpet.

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