So… I have have been having the blockiest writer's block of my life, plus a bunch of auditions and tests for high schools, and a ton of homework. I AM SO SORRY. Like seriously this chapter is so late it's fucking MARCH already and this is my first chapter of 2016. Happy really late New Years, I guess. Does making out with my stuffed panda count as a New Year's kiss? No? How about my picture of Brendon Urie? Still no? Damn it. k:
Things that have happened while I had writer's block
1.Donald Trump talked about his dick
2.ALAN RICKMAN AND DAVID BOWIE DIED
3.Death of a Bachelor came out and I died
4.I turned 14
5.The 100 came back on air and (SPOILERS) Lexa fucking died and my smol precious Monty child has betrayed me
Like I said, I'm sorry I'm a mess I just couldn't write anything but now I kind of can so yay
Alsooooo today I learn what high school I got into I'M SO SCARED HOLD ME
Doctor's POV:
We decide to ditch our 3 remaining shoes, favoring stealth over speed (though Gwen does grumble bit about her plans of literal ass-kicking being foiled). My sock-covered feet slip slightly on the smooth metal, and I find myself closing my eyes, reminded of times past.
"Where to today, Rose Tyler? Ancient Greece? Pluto? The Parsicuno Galaxy? I've heard they have brilliant radioactive Jell-O." I spin on my heels excitedly, long fingers dancing over the TARDIS controls as I call out potential vacation spots. "How about we visit a family of Carmenhers? I'm fairly sure I haven't offended any of them yet."
I stop, noticing Rose's lack of input. "Rose?" I call, "Rose!"
No reply.
I practically slam the buttons on the TARDIS, scanning the ship for Rose. A green light appears under my feet, and identical spots soon light up in other parts of the floor, creating a path that disappears down a nearby corridor.
Glad I figured out how to work that feature, I follow the trail of lights down hallways even I've forgotten, until a voice reaches my ears. "Doctor!" Rose. I break into a run, hundreds of horrific possibilities flooding into my mind. Did something get on the ship? Daleks? Cybermen?
The corridor gives way to a large room and I stop in my tracks, dumbfounded at the sight. Rose isn't in trouble at all. Instead, she's turning slow circles in the room, eyes wide and body outlined in golden light. "Doctor!" she exclaims when she spots me, "You have a ballroom!"
And yes, it appears she has found my ballroom (if you can call it that, what with the whole 80s vibe I designed it with. Those were strange times). I haven't used it for several regenerations, but it's still stunning as ever, with a glossy silver floor and walls made almost completely of stained glass. She slides towards me with her socks (her shoes have been discarded just inside the doorway), and now she's bathed in turquoise light, then emerald green, then cherry red.
When she reaches me, she stretches out her hand. "C'mon, Doctor. You've danced with me once before."
Almost without deciding to, I kick off my shoes and she pulls me forward. We twirl across the dance floor, fingers just barely touching as we glide through the multicolored light patterns.
"Doctor?" the voice cuts through my moment of reminiscence, and the scene replaying itself behind my eyelids falls away. Gwen stands in front of me, smirking with her hands on her hips. "You daydreaming or something?"
"Huh?"
"You look like a mournful puppy. Cute, but I really don't think puppies overpower Dalek armies."
"You'd be surprised."
She raises an eyebrow, curious in spite of herself. "Seriously?"
"Well, technically it was a robotic dog named K9, but…"
She cuts me off. "As great of a story that may be, I prefer myself in a not dead form, and I'm pretty sure you feel the same."
I straighten up, jumping a little. "Right! Allon-sy!" I exclaim, and with that we're slinking down the hallway, off to Rose's rescue.
Rose's POV:
I barely give myself a second to admire my cleverness (besides, that's the Doctor's job) before I start off down the hallway. Although the Daleks can't shoot at me, a group as small as three or four could still easily corner me, so I stay wary, knowing the Dalek I left inside the room probably has some psychic way of calling for backup.
I head towards the room where we arrived, not wanting to get lost in unfamiliar corridors. As I walk, I mentally replay my conversation with my captor (or, ex-captor). The void. The time vortex. Her motivation to get back to our universe.
The climax. Jeez, didn't we already have a climax back on Planeta Amore? Or when I died? This lady is relentless.
The hallway is ridiculously long, and I envision my plan in my head as I continue down it. Get to the TARDIS room. Take the other door. Find the Doctor. Shaky at best, but I'm not sure any of me or the Doctor's plans ever actually go as they're supposed to, and we're both still alive (at least, for the most part).
Just as I'm becoming absolutely certain that this hallway is actually an optical illusion and I'm really just walking on a giant treadmill, I turn a corner and an archway looms up in front of me. I sigh in relief, but am soon back in my determined battle mode as I flatten against the cool metal wall and begin to creep towards the opening.
When I reach the arch, I remain against the wall and peer into the room beyond. The TARDIS is still there, but it seems ignored. Just a prop in the grand plan, whatever that scheme may consist of.
Whatever the woman and her Dalek army are up to, it's going on in this room, which is an issue, considering the door the Doctor and Gwen were taken through is now on the other side of a sizable group of Daleks. I hazard a step to the side in order to get a better look at the situation.
My former (and perhaps current, since I'm still stuck on her ship) captor stands in the center of the room, her elegant silver dress and heels starkly contrasting her less-than ladylike actions as she barks orders to a group of four Daleks. I watch as they surround a long cylindrical object, struggling to push it into a standing position with their whisk-and-toilet-plunger appendages.
The woman finally gets fed up with the Daleks' apparent inadequacy and goes over to lift one end of the object herself. Her painted lips move, I'm too far away to her what she says since she's no longer shouting, but it's no doubt some complaint about the idiocy and inferiority of her Dalek henchmen. I watch as she bends her knees as much as she can with her stylish but impractical wardrobe choices and raises the far end of the cylinder up above her head. It's about as thick as a person, and-
Rose.
It's a small whisper, almost melodic. At first, I think I've imagined it, like when you're in the playground when you're little and someone says something that sounds similar to your name and you momentarily think you're mom's calling you. But then it comes again, speaking only for me. Rose.
I find myself staring intently at the glass cylinder, and I realize the whisper is coming from their, though it's not carrying in the way sound normally would. It must be telepathic, somehow. The Bad Wolf calls.
Almost involuntarily, I step forward. The glass cylinder contains a white, slightly iridescent substance that swirls like a distant nebula, and it mesmerizes me, drawing me in. It adds to the hypnotic force of the voice in my head, which is increasing in volume as I get nearer to the ethereal cloud I know all too well.
The time vortex.
The woman, of course, notices my uncontrollable walk forward, and her face breaks into a sickening grin. She lets go of the cylinder, and the Daleks continue on their difficult mission to prop it up. "Rose," she greets wickedly, "you're a bit early for the show, but I suppose that's to be expected. You do have a lead role, after all."
But I'm barely listening. The world around me fades into unimportant splotches of dull color and abstract shapes as I continue on my path to the cylinder. The voice continues in my head, stronger, eager to meet me.
The Bad Wolf calls, Rose Tyler. Won't you pick up the phone?
I feel like my shitty writing is improving. I'm still not one of those people who writes like 6k words per chapter though :( Anyway, this fic is probably going to end soon ahhhhhhhh. Originally it was supposed to end back in like chapter 17 lmao but now I have an actual ending planned out and stuff I'M NOT READY GUYS