A/N- Sorry I took so long with my updates, but school has begun again and homework threatens to take over my whole life. Hope you understand, and hope you like this chapter as much as I liked writing it!
Disclaimer- Yeah yeah, don't own nothing, you get it by now.
Chapter 2-
"Umm…Doctor?" Asked Rose, half tentatively, half amused. She had controlled her laugh a little, and now plucked up the courage to confront him about his slight mistake. His eyes were closed, his face was tomato red and he was breathing rather heavily. He looked slightly dangerous.
The Doctor didn't respond, evidently thinking of a way he could survive this ordeal, and scrape through with his pride still intact. Rose went on.
"I don't think this is London," she said, now enjoying the effect she had on him. "Well, not my London anyway. Oh, don't get me wrong, I reckon it's definitely Earth, unless…" she paused for emphasis, "It's just a world that looks like Earth, I mean, how should I know what my home looks like? After all, you're the one who has the brilliant mind and all..."
"Oh alright, alright!" said the Doctor loudly, throwing up his arms in defeat and still not quite staring Rose in the eye. "Yes, this is Earth, as you so adequately pointed out, yes this is London, your home, and YES, I messed up, so right now we're about eighty years before the time we're supposed to be in! Happy?"
"Yeah, I am, thanks," Said Rose, smirking. "I've always wanted to see this point in time, so if you don't mind I'm going back to the TARDIS wardrobe to put on your best 20's dress. See ya soon!" She said, skipping back indoors and giggling quietly to herself.
When she came back outside, wearing a typical yellow 1920's dress and black hat, she saw the Doctor leaning against the TARDIS, his arms folded, with a moody expression on his face. Feeling that he had gone through enough, Rose tried at some sympathy.
"Come on Doctor, no hard feelings!" Said Rose, closing the door, slipping her elbow around his and steering him forward. "Look on the bright side, you don't even have to see my mum!"
"But why does the TARDIS keep doing that?" Burst the Doctor as they crossed the street. "Why is it that nine times out of ten it'll end up landing way off course? I thought I finally understood it, I thought I fixed it! And now this?"
"Well," said Rose, a little nervously as she wasn't sure how to say what she thought without insulting him, "maybe it, er, isn't the TARDIS's fault?"
The Doctor turned and stared at Rose, clearly understanding what she meant. "Rose Tyler," he said, shaking his head, then suddenly stopped, his attention grabbed by something behind her.
"What?" said Rose, turning around. What she saw would have, at first glance, seemed to be quite normal. Hordes of people were making their way out of the theatre that the TARDIS was parked next to. But as Rose and the Doctor watched, they realised that there were some very strange things about the crowd. For one, they were all absolutely silent; not a word or whisper escaped any of their mouths. Another, even stranger thing was that they were all walking in the same direction- across the road, through the alleyway and behind the large bookshop. And as if this wasn't odd enough, they all had the same expression on their face, or rather, the same expressionless look on their face. Never had either of the two travellers seen such a crowd of expressionless people, all making their way to the same place, the only sound from them the thump of their shoes on the ground as they marched.
Rose instinctively drew closer to the Doctor, alarmed at the sight before them. They were no more than a metre away from them, yet the crowd paid no attention to the Doctor or Rose, as if they couldn't see them. As the crowd began to disappear, Rose regained some of her rather restless courage and started forward, about to tap an old woman on the shoulder, when the Doctor pulled her back.
"Don't, Rose," He whispered, "they could be dangerous."
So the crowd walked on, and in another few seconds the last person, a small child, disappeared behind the store. Not for the first time, that London street was all of a sudden empty again, except for the Doctor and Rose. Looking up and down the street, they realised that they were the only ones to witness this odd incident. They looked at each other, shrugged, and followed the crowd hand in hand, all past annoyance dissolved.
"Where are they?" asked Rose as her and the Doctor both walked into the other, darker alleyway that the crowd had disappeared through less than a minute ago. They expected to see the huge throng gathered there, or at least walking down the alleyway to another place, but no one was anywhere in sight. Even the marching sound that they had made was gone.
The Doctor's eyebrows were furrowed as he looked up and down the alleyway. "Rose, you go check to see if they're down there, and I'll check up here. They can't have just disappeared from the face of the Earth."
He walked down the alleyway and into the darkness, searching for the crowd, but saw nothing that gave a clue to their whereabouts. He walked on, eyes squinting in the darkness, when he heard Rose scream from behind him.
He wheeled around and ran towards the sound, not being able to see her. As he came closer he could make out her form sitting on the ground, and bent down to see what had made her scream.
"What is it? Are you alright?" He asked, and he could see her rubbing her head with a confused expression on her face.
"I'm fine, but I think I just crashed into something solid, I can't make out what it is though." She said, staring out in front of her.
The Doctor stood up and looked ahead as well, but unlike Rose, who he could see the shape of, he could see nothing remotely solid in front of him. He edged slowly forwards, his arms outstretched, and with a few small steps his hands came in contact with something cold and, undoubtedly, solid. As well as this, around his finger shone a grey, metallic colour, which seemed to be what Rose had bumped into.
"What the…" said Rose from behind him, and the Doctor heard her getting up from the ground and coming towards him. The Doctor put his whole hand against the metal, and in return it showed more of it.
"Doctor, what is that?" Rose asked from behind him, not wanting to get too close. The Doctor put his other hand against it, and stared hard at it for a moment before replying.
"It's a spaceship." He said, and then remembered the species that had made them. "A spaceship from the planet Utaris, judging by the material. But what would they want with Earth?" He said to himself. He looked up at the star-strewn sky in thought, then back at what he could see of the spaceship. "Well," he said, smiling in the direction of Rose, and Rose could sense his partly resigned, partly excited grin upon her, "Only one way to find out! Help me look for the door."
But just as the Doctor's words escaped his mouth, a faint whirring sound came from the direction of the spaceship, and the part of it that they could see began to dissolve into darkness, until there was nothing left. The sound disappeared, and the Doctor, feeling around for the spaceship again, came in contact with nothing but a small wind that rustled his leather jacket.
"Okay," Said Rose, sighing slightly, "what now?"
The Doctor dropped his arms and turned around in the direction of Rose. "Back to the TARDIS, and off to the planet Utaris." Replied the Doctor, and strode off into the darkness, back to the alleyway they had entered through, with Rose following in his wake.
A/N- Hope you like it! I'll try to be quicker with my updates, but I'm sorry if I take a while. And don't forget to review!
