Anti-Rose.
Chapter Two.
The Doctor came to, unbeknownst to Rose, a minute or two after she had exited the TARDIS. Wincing, he cautiously sat up. He was overcome by a wave of dizziness, and put his head between his knees until it passed. He gingerly stood, and looked sadly at the stationary Time Rotor. He patted the TARDIS console affectionately.
"You'll need a few repairs done, old girl." He looked about and it was then he seemed to notice that Rose wasn't there. He didn't worry at first, assuming she'd gone to the loo or had gone searching for the first aid cupboard, but after a few minutes he went looking for her. He checked the bedroom she had claimed in the TARDIS, and then searched the library and the wardrobe for her, as well as one or two other rooms he knew she had found. He found no sign of her.
Returning to the console room, he opened a cupboard in the wall of the console room-a first-aid cupboard-and took out a small green tablet, which he swallowed dry. He felt light-headed for a moment, and then his headache seemed to evaporate. He moved back to the console, calling up a list of the last ten functions used in the TARDIS. It seemed Rose had checked the scanner and then opened the doors. They weren't still in the grip of the black hole then. He patted the console again.
"Well done old girl. You saved us again." Then he moved over to the scanner and had a look himself.
"Hmm, the housing estate. She'll have popped out to visit her mother." he said. "I'll pop in for a cup of tea and a couple of chocolate Hob Nobs myself, I think. I wonder if Jackie has made any more of that cake?" he murmured to himself as he checked his pockets to make sure nothing essential had rolled out when he had fallen.
He set the TARDIS to auto-repair what it could, and stepped out onto the estate. He crossed the square towards the flat Mrs Tyler lived in. He stopped as a vague sense of unease nagging at him. Something seemed not quite right. Looking around, the only thing he could see wrong was that the CCTV camera on the newsagents seemed to have stopped working. Shrugging and ignoring the feeling, he continued on to Jackie's. He did his usual trick of taking the stairs two at a time, and was soon in front of Jackie Tyler's flat. He rang the bell, rattled the cat-flap, and waited.
Jackie answered the door. She seemed to have dyed her hair brown, he noticed. She looked up in confusion, and then she backed off. He came in after her, not noticing the expression of fear on her face.
"Hi, I thought I'd pop in for a cuppa. Where's Rose?" He only realised something was wrong when Jackie, still backing up, tripped over a pair of shoes in the hallway. He looked down at her, and bent to help her up.
She tried to scrabble backwards. "Keep away from me, you!" she cried. "Leave me alone!" She kicked out and it was only his leap backwards that stopped her flailing foot connecting with his groin. She used his leap back and momentary confusion to scramble to her feet, and made a dash for the kitchen.
"Mrs Tyler? Jackie? Are you okay?" he asked, and went after her. Jackie was acting most unusually.
Jackie had picked up a rolling pin and was circling towards the door as he came in. She swung at him and he managed to dodge the heavy wooden instrument. He turned and was in time to grab her wrist as she swung again, twisting and squeezing to disarm her. It worked, but then Jackie screamed, trying to pull away. He held on, worried that Jackie might hurt herself in this state. He was unprepared when she darted towards him, and even more unprepared for her to sink her teeth in the hand he was using to hold her wrist.
More shocked than hurt, he released her. She screamed, and darted to the other end of the kitchen, by the drawers, and yanked them open. Her hands darted in and came out holding two large knives, one a carving knife and one a chopping knife. Both looked large and sharp, and both were capable of seriously injuring or killing either her or him. The screaming had probably convinced the neighbours that murder was going on in the Tyler household, and judging by the look on Jackie's face, they would soon be right unless he did something. This had just gotten very dangerous, and the Doctor decided that enough was enough.
He locked eyes with Jackie and concentrated.
Jackie had let out another piercing scream and was about to follow it with another, but it never came, as the Doctor focused on Jackie, and brought her mind under his control. She swayed, and her grip on the knives loosened a little. Never breaking eye contact, the Doctor stepped towards Jackie. He lifted his hands slowly to hers, and gently but firmly took the knives from her, putting them back in their place in the drawer. Then he took Jackie's upper arm and guided her out of the kitchen. Her face was by now blank and expressionless.
"Come on Jackie, let's go into the front room and sit down. unseeingly, with the Doctor guiding her by one arm, she did so.
"Now Jackie, I don't know why you're so scared of me or why you turned hysterical and homicidal on me, but I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. If I'd wanted to hurt you I could have by now, but I just popped up for a social call, and to try and find Rose."
"You've found her." said a cold but familiar voice. "You leave my mother alone. If you've hurt her, I'm going to kill you."
The Doctor turned. Neither Jackie nor he had closed the front door. A girl, with jaw length black hair and Rose's face had come in and was stood in the doorway of the living room. Her left arm was raised and she was holding a small, lethal-looking device that could only be a weapon pointed directly at the Doctor's chest.