Summary- The Doctor takes Rose home, but the TARDIS has other plans. They end up in 1920's London, where they soon find out that the Doctor isn't the only alien on Earth...9Doc

Author's note- This is my first fanfic, and was posted when I was really sleepy, so go easy on me if it turns out all over the place. Oh, and R&R, please!

Disclaimer- I don't own any of these characters, and if I did I would give you all permission to tell me off for not working on future Doctor Who scripts!

For want of power-

Chapter 1:

Sometime in 1923, a great crowd was forming outside a theatre in London. It started outside the closed doors of the theatre, then travelled all the way down the street on both sides; men and women all dressed in their best clothing, all wearing the same excited and impatient expressions on their painted faces. If you didn't know why there was such a crowd that night, you would not have had to venture far, for it seemed to be the sole topic of every conversation- The free, one night only performance of the world's leading opera singers was on tonight!

It had been the talk of the town for a whole month now, so it seemed that many people were relieved that the night had finally come simply to put an end to their suspense. So when the doors of the theatre finally opened to reveal shiny red carpet, the gigantic crowd didn't walk through; they barged in, everyone trying to squeeze in together, not wanting to be the unlucky ones without a seat. For even though they knew that the theatre was huge- almost one thousand seats- they weren't about to put its capacity to the test, as the crowd was quite spectacular.

When the theatre had finally been filled, and the late comers and the trampled consequently told to go home, the street in London that had once been full seemed quite deserted of people; such a contrast to what it had been no more than five minutes ago.

Inside the theatre was another story- an excited buzzing filled the entire room, people quarrelling over seats and others fanning themselves and whispering excitedly about the show that was about to begin. When everyone was seated, and the noise died down due to people running out of things to say, the lights dimmed to darkness and a spotlight appeared in the middle of the stage; the only light in the whole theatre. Every eye was upon the spotlight, and every person was giving their fullest attention to it.

The show had begun…

Rose was lying on the floor of the TARDIS control room, staring up at the ceiling and letting thoughts drift in and out of her head. She had been lying there for a while now, thinking about various things such as: How does the TARDIS seem, at first glance, to be completely silent, yet when you really listen to it, it seems to be almost loud, alive with noise and sometimes even sounds as if it's breathing? And the incomprehensible way that its inside was bigger than its outside, Rose would never be able to understand that one, even if the Doctor bothered to explain it to her.

Her mind then drifted toward the Doctor, who hadn't been seen since he disappeared downstairs half an hour ago saying something about having to fix a- well, something important anyway, considering the name that he gave it. He was definitely the most amazing man Rose had ever met, and she never found his sometimes-imposing presence overbearing. She had seen more this past month with him than she had seen her entire life and, now she really thought about it, this was also the longest amount of peace and quiet she had had since she first stepped onto his amazing ship. Apart from sleep of course, which proved much more of a chore to her now than it did before, though admittedly much more hard earned and blissful when she finally rested her head on her bedroom pillow.

Despite having the most fun than she had had in her life, Rose was starting to feel a little weary of their constant wanderings and adventures. She felt herself wanting to stop, not forever, but just for a while, in the same place and enjoy what was around her, rather than getting up and going before they had time to adjust. She felt dizzy, and it occurred to her now that what she would like best was to go back home; back to earth, back to mum, back to eating chips just for one night. She smiled at what the Doctor would say to that. Just then, his laughter started rising up the stairs.

"I did it!" The Doctor laughed, jumping up onto the deck and making the ground shudder. "I can't believe I actually fixed it!" He bounded up to Rose, still lying on the ground, and beamed down at her, clearly very proud of himself. "Guess what I've just done? Go on, guess!"

"I don't know," said Rose in return, the complete contrast to the Doctor's bouncy attitude. "You fixed whatever needed fixing?"

"Exactly!" He shouted, spreading his arms out in joy. "Thanks to my utter, untameable brilliance, the TARDIS will never land off course again! You know, I really don't know how you're able to live with my amazing mind." He added wistfully, making Rose scoff.

"So come on Rose, get up on your feet!" He said, bending down, grabbing her hand and pulling her up, making her feel even dizzier. "Wherever you want to go, we shall go, and go is exactly where we'll end up, I assure you. So where do you want to go?"

"Erm…" Said Rose, suddenly thinking telling him was going to be a lot funnier than she thought it was going to be before. "Well, I was hoping that we'd be able to stop off at home for, you know, about a night or something? It's been a while that's all."

The Doctor stared hard at her for a moment, then clapped a hand to his face and groaned. "You've got to be kidding me!" He moaned, and Rose had to stop herself from laughing at the look of defeat on his face. "Of all the times I could have fixed the one thing that was stopping us from going back and meeting lovely old Jackie is the time when you start feeling homesick!" He said, and slumped down on the TARDIS control console and stared moodily at the controls.

"Oi, what happened to 'your wish is my command?'" Joked Rose, enjoying the reactions she was getting out of him. He looked over at her, half exasperated, half amused, then finally sighed and gave in.

"Oh, all right, all right!" He said, clearly annoyed, "But keep in mind how fast and well we travel to Earth, thanks to my brilliance." He smiled mischievously, and started pressing all the controls in what seemed to be no order at all. The central column started to rise and fall, and Rose got the feeling in her stomach that she always got when she heard that sound; that they were about to explore a new planet. She started to feel a little disappointed that they weren't going somewhere new now that she heard that churning sound, but decided not to say anything about it because the look on the Doctor's face was too funny to let go.

After being shaken and pushed and shoved around the room by the TARDIS, it finally stopped and the Doctor laughed happily despite his low spirits about where they really were. "Step outside Rose, and you will see just how amazingly intelligent I am." He said, trying to act superior.

"Oh you're so full of it!" Snorted Rose, and walked over to the door, opening it up. When she saw her surroundings, she couldn't suppress her laughter any more. She keeled over, laughing hard, tears forming in her eyes.

"What? Why are you laughing? What's so fu-" Started the Doctor, striding up to the door to see what was the matter. When he saw it he stopped, and looked around his surroundings as well. Then-

"OH NO!" He shouted, making the birds fly out of the nearest tree.

Their surroundings?

London. Earth.

1923.