So… Here's a short one that I wrote in myself. It's only three chapters long (Plus an extra one chapter story). But I hope you like it =D
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*A Change*
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"Here we are," the Doctor cried excitedly. "Doroon-Ju. Home of some of the best natural water slides in the universe. Better than anything you'll ever see on Earth and so much more fun."
"Can't wait," Martha said throwing her towel and togs bag over her shoulder.
"I've been waiting for a decent summer planet for weeks," Rose said weakly, jumping up. But instantly she became light headed and fell. The Doctor caught her. She slumped slightly in his arms and he sat her down on the chair.
"Rose, are you okay?" he asked sounding very concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said. He could tell she was lying.
"Rose, you've been out of it all day and you're as pale as an Ood."
"I just feel a little Ood that's all," she joked weakly. "Now come on, let's go. Allons-y and all that." She tried to get up again but he sat her back down.
"No," he said firmly. "You look like you're about to keel over. Look, how about we all sit this one out."
"No, that's not fair," she complained.
"Ugh, you Tyler's," he said. "You lot could be on your deathbed and still find enough strength to argue! Come on, you're going to bed. Me and Martha can look after you."
"No, you can't!" she cried. "You're all ready to go! Look, fine, I'll go to bed. But you two go on. I probably just need to sleep it off anyway." He looked at her in concern, not wanting to leave her. "Go," she said. "I won't be much fun anyway. I can handle myself."
"Are you sure?" Martha asked from the door.
"Yes."
"Okay then, Come on Doctor," Martha ordered. "Some people like to be left alone when their sick."
"Yeah, so do dying animals," he muttered. Rose attempted a giggle and pushed him forward.
"I'll be fine. Go…"
With a last long worried look at her the Doctor finally gave in.
"Alright," he said softly. "But look after yourself. Sleep, drink water, don't leave the TARDIS."
"Yes sir!" she joked, but it came out sounding pretty pathetic. Her energy was leaving her fast.
They made to leave then but the Doctor was too busy looking back at her and Martha had to drag him out.
Rose listened as they walked away from the TARDIS, arguing over going back to look after her. She turned to go back to her room… and collapsed on the ground.
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The truth was that she was worse than she had let on. But she didn't want to ruin the Doctor and Martha's fun. Nor did she want Martha running a medical exam on her. She hated medical exams.
Ever since she had woken up that morning she knew that things weren't right. She felt… odd. There was no other way to explain it. And slowly the pain had begun building up. She felt nauseous and her chest ached. Her head felt as if someone had brought a boulder down on it.
She had wanted to go with them, but the Doctor was right. She wasn't well at all. The only reason why she stayed behind was because she suddenly felt much, much worse.
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Now she lay on the floor, curled in a ball while pain shot through her. Her head felt as if it was being ripped open and it drew a scream from her lungs.
In that instant, it began... Her skin felt as if it were on fire and her head as if it were exploding. Her chest felt as if it were being prised apart. She screamed. That's all she could do – scream. It hurt too much to do anything else.
It was like every cell in her body was pulled apart and slammed back together over and over again.
She screamed.
The sound of her screams echoed around her. And in her head, echoed the heartbeats. The drums. Drums, drums, drums. They didn't stop. Just as it had in her dreams. Her nightmares. They were coming true.
Thoughts and memories swirled around in her head. The Face of Boe, the Family, Tim. The pain and the agony they had spoken of. They knew this would happen. Just as she had.
She looked up at the console. Around her and it was gold dust and energy. And she swore she could hear singing amongst the echoes of her screams and drums.
She reached for the base of the console. The heart had opened up again and the dust was pouring from it and encasing them both. The singing was stronger here. She reached out to her, reaching for comfort and solace. She didn't know how long she was conscious for this living hell, this torture.
But eventually, she couldn't take it anymore. And her world faded to black.
?...DW…?
The Doctor and Martha had been at the water slides for two hours now and it was clear he wasn't enjoying himself. It wasn't just the fact that Rose wasn't with him, but something just didn't feel right. He knew that something was wrong and it was more than her just being ill. It was a feeling deep in his gut. And he had a feeling she had gotten worse.
Martha looked at him in annoyance.
"Alright, we'll go back!" she cried.
"What?" he said distractedly. "I didn't say anything."
"No, but you've been sighing and looking towards the TARDIS every few minutes. Seriously you should see yourself," she laughed. "Rose isn't well, and you're not going to have any fun until she's better. Come on, let's go back."
The Doctor smiled at her and they headed back to the changing rooms.
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"You should tell her," Martha said as they met up on the way back to the TARDIS.
"Tell her what?" he said ignorantly.
"That you remember," Martha said. He looked up at her in surprise. He had never told her that he remembered what had happened in 1913. "Quite frankly I'm sick of hiding things," she told him. "And when ever you remember anything it's because 'I told you'. You loved her as a human, you love her now. And she has loved you for years. She loved you in your last incarnation, she loved you as a human and she loves you now. 'Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove' – remember.
She's hurting. She saw what it was like to be loved back by you and now she has to pretend it never happened!" The Doctor just stared at the ground. "Tell her you love her!"
"I can't!" he said sharply.
"Why not?"
"Because I love her!"
"So you can't tell her you love her because you love her?"
"Yes!" he cried. "Martha, I am a Time Lord. I don't age and I don't die… well, not easily. Rose is human. If you knew what it was like… what it's like seeing…" he hung his head again. "She will grow old and one day she will die. And I will still be the same young looking man who regenerated in front of her all those years ago. A human and a Time Lord… I just can't…"
Martha looked at him with a growing look of sympathy and anger.
"She at least has the right to know," Martha told him snappily. "If you could see her when you're not looking… It's getting worse Doctor. And she's scared. I don't know what it is, I don't know if it's you or something else. But she needs you Doctor. And she needs you to at least tell her what's happening."
Before he could argue a word more she put on a burst of speed and reached the TARDIS before him.
"And what am I supposed to say?" he said in a low voice and barred her way to the door. "Rose, I remember everything that happened when I was human. And yes I do love you. But I'm afraid that can't come to anything."
"It's better than being left in the air."
She pushed her way past him and opened the door. Grumpily the Doctor followed her in. He tried to shake away the guilt and resentment as he waked through the door. He was going to go check on Rose, and if she was still awake she would only get worried if she saw him in a foul mood. And Rose being worried for him was the last thing she should be doing at the moment.
But stepping in he shuddered. There was a strange energy about the place, along with an echo of horror and pain. Instantly he knew something was wrong. Was it the TARDIS? The energy felt as if she had been through a brutal telepathic assault!
But if something bad had happened here then he only had one worry. He made to run to Rose's room, but stopped the second he reached the deck of the console room. Just further around the edge, hidden from the door by the console, was Rose's limp figure, unconscious as she held onto the console as if seeking comfort.
"Rose!" he cried in a panic. At the sound of his voice she stirred slightly. He rushed forward and scooped her up in his arms. She was deathly pale, but the colour was slowly returning to her cheeks. "Rose?" he said worryingly.
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Rose's eyes fluttered open. The drums and the pain had stopped. She was in the Doctor's arms and he was looking down at her in distress. But for once, he was not the first thing she noticed.
What she noticed first was the lack of pain. It almost left her feeling hollow… but… she felt far from hollow. She felt like she was more than she ever had been before.
Everything seemed oddly different. Everything she saw was much clearer and brighter and defined, she could see colours she never knew existed. The sounds she heard… the things she felt. It was as if her senses were on maximum.
Her head didn't hurt anymore. If anything it felt clearer and… well – bigger. It was as if there were halls in her mind that she had never had the key to, but they had been unlocked and she was free to wander them and fill them with what she liked.
The universe seemed to spin around her.
"Rose, are you okay?" he said anxiously, as she blinked a few times. She was trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with her.
"Yeah, I'm…" she just couldn't finish that sentence. She was too overwhelmed by the sensory overload. She put her hand on her chest to calm herself. Her hearts were beating like mad…
She froze.
Hearts!
Hearts as in two…! She could feel them beneath her hand. One where it normally was, on the left side of her chest. But now, beating right along beside it was a new second heart.
Her eyes widened in shock, all she could do was sit there. The Doctor was supporting her, holding her up by the shoulder, and she was sitting there with wide eyes and a hand across her chest – unmoving.
"Rose?" he said a bit more urgently.
"What?" she said slightly distracted. Suddenly she thought about what the two hearts meant. What would the Doctor say when he found out, what would he do to her? Would he think she was some sort of freak, an un-natural echo of a Time Lord?
Thinking of how he would react, she jumped away from him as if his touch were poison. She saw a hurt look in his eyes. She could see her wild, frantic eyes reflected in his.
"I – I-" she stuttered. "I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm okay. I'm much better. I'm normal. Nothing's wrong with me I-" She looked about at the two of them in a panic. Then without any warning, she ran to her room.
"Rose!" the Doctor cried after her in confusion and hurt and worry.
But she didn't listen to him. She just kept running till she was in the safety of her room.
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So! I hope you liked this first chapter!
Firstly: Yay! Rose is a Time Lady… or something close, no one knows yet.
Second: I know it's a horrible way to change. But I had to do it. If there's one thing that annoys me about a few of the 'Rose becomes a Time Lady' fics, it's when she just suddenly changes. It's worse when no one knows that it's happened or it happens suddenly for no reason. Hence, I have given a reason (full explanation in the last chapter of this), and I've been dropping hints since the third Chapter!
The reason why I've made her be in pain is, well… her entire species is changing, her entire cellular structure. Of course that's going to hurt like hell! I mean, look at the Doctor in 'Human Nature'!
And the reason I did the double heartbeats haunting her (Evolution of the Daleks and twice in Blink), I figured that if Donna can hear the HUMAN Doctor's heart echoing back through time, surely Rose would hear her own.
Yes, this is one (two) of the scenes from Rose's nightmare.
And yip, they are idiots =D
But we still love them!
Yeah, see I've already got the next four chapters written. So I'm probably going to post them all within the hour. If you could review each chapter on it's own before you read the next one that would be pretty cool. Or if you to a summary at the end. I just really want to hear what you all think of it =D
Plus I LOVE your reviews. I'm addicted.
