Apologies for this short chapter, next chapter will be longer - I don't own Doctor Who, but if I did I'd have Chris Eccleston locked in my TARDIS, and David in my closet. Keep em peeled, Lewis, for the Christmas Bride coming to our screens at ... Christmas funnily enough. Also keep an antenna out for Torchwood, coming in October. Many thanks for the kind reviews, things are about to get hot for Rose and the Doctor (keep those smutty thoughts to yourselves), although there will be an NC17 chapter (hence the rating) coming soon.
I just can't get enough of the Daleks... RTD that's YOUR fault by the way.
And so here I remained, lost and alone without my Doctor.
And that's when things got really weird...
He'd just saved the Arjilefriajan Confederacy from being wiped out by Parilliun plague, but as he stepped back into his TARDIS, the Doctor found himself not really bothered.
When had it stopped being fantastic? Oh. Yeah. Mentally he kicked himself for bringing it up again. No matter how hard he tried, how madcap an adventure he found himself in the middle of, it always came back to the same thing. Her. Rose Tyler.
Funny how one stupid little ape, could mean so much.
He still found the occasional item of clothing or something belonging to his human companion now - months after their last goodbye to each other on Bad Wolf Bay.
Hard to believe, that time had dragged so slowly, and for a Time Lord too.
Still. She lived, which was the main thing. And no doubt she'd have forgotten him by now - moved on, because that was the right thing to do, the only thing they could do now.
Still.
He ambled over to a particular monitor on the TARDIS console, a new one - set up with a particular program always in motion. To scan for potential holes in Time/Space. After all there was no harm in checking things out, was there?
Nothing.
"Maybe tomorrow. Yup, tomorrow is good. Always liked tomorrow." He whispered to himself, with a disappointed frown, and found himself actually tired for the first time in weeks. Coming to a decison he patted the console.
"Nite old girl" He said, and walked off in search of a bed... or even a couch.
And that was when things got really weird.
The Doctor woke, to the sound of straining engines, and a TARDIS demanding his attention. Now. This very second.
Taking the hint, the Doctor instantly rolled to his feet, dashing for the console room.
The program had detected something, something it obviously deemed of paramount importance.
"What the hell.." He read the data from the console screen, his eyes narrowing in alarm.
"That's not possible. That can't be possible!" He said, double checking - flicking this switch, twisting that dial. But nothing he did changed the readings on the screen, they remained imovable, undeniable.
A lone Dalek had survived. A Dalek which had crossed the void to the other Universe before it had sealed over. The Doctor stepped back, a cold shiver running down his spine as the implications of the revelation sank in, his brown eyes wide with fear.
The Doctor's expression was one of totalhorror at the conclusion - the inevitable and forgeone conclusion - which he had reached in seconds. He sank to the floor of the TARDIS, as his legs turned to rubber at the thought of what he was thinking - one word twisting in his head and forcing it's way out through his lips.
"Rose."
Rose was in the other Universe, and now so too was the Dalek, and the Doctor knew exactly what it would do, the lengths it would go to to carry out it's own insane racial cleansing program. Jake had never even heard of the Daleks, or the material used in the casing. They wouldn't be able to defend against one Dalek.
But what scared the Time Lord more, was that it was wholly possible that there were other Daleks out there in that Universe - hidden and waiting, and if this lone Dalek made contact...
And he was stuck here. Stuck in a Universe without Cybermen, without Daleks, without Rose Tyler. He couldn't help her. Not this time, this time she was truly on her own. And while he respected her abilities, and her courage - he knew that when it came to Daleks, that didn't matter. It would take a while longer to exterminate the human race, that's all.
The Doctor stared at the floor, seemingly in shock.
After what seemed like an interminable eternity, the Time Lord's head slowly raised, an expression of absolute determination mirrored in those soft brown eyes.
He was the Doctor. She was Rose Tyler.
Standing up, he approached the console, his movements like that of a predator, his hands dancing over the controls.
The memory of the Gamestation, when Rose had been taken by the Daleks, popped into his head, and the Doctor smiled ferally.
"Rose? I'm coming to get you."
And he was.