A Time Lord And Lady
The Doctor hit several switches, that neither Rose nor Jack had ever seen him use before, until then. He then gave the coordinates that matched the distress signal, to the TARDIS.
The TARDIS'S engines then started up. Usually they would only have to wait mere seconds for them to arrive at their destination. But this time they had to wait a full minute.
The travelling process was worse then usual, the shaking and creaking sounds the TARDIS made were louder then usual, and she definitely sounded displeased.
And the fact even the Doctor had to hold onto the main console to remain up right and not be thrown half way over on to the other side of the TARDIS; was a sure testament to the fact they were experiencing more then a little turbulence.
When the TARDIS finally landed, it wasn't smooth nor gentle or silent either. The only reason Rose never went flying back wards on her arse was because she used all of her new alien strength to remain in place.
Unfortunately the same could not be said for Jack and Mickey, who both groaned, as they untangled them selves from around each other, where they had both landed and hard.
They would have more then a few nice and shiny bruises from that landing in particular. But in the end when all was said and done, it was just apart of another day in the TARDIS and travelling with the Doctor.
Rose asked "Doctor what took us so long and why was the landing so violent?" The Doctor sighed and grimaced as he stretched the kinks out of his back.
He replied "it took so long and was violent, because we travelled through the very core of the universe, which separates both versions of said universe. The fact someone or something has ripped a hole in the very core does not help matters either."
Jack and Mickey groaned. Jack rubbed his arm where he had landed hard on it. Mickey followed suit with his shoulder. Luckily they had not broken or pulled anything. They were just badly bruised.
Jack grumbled "how come you two were able to remain standing and escape getting bruised and battered to death?"
Rose replied "having alien strength tends to have many perks, being able to hold on tight for long periods of time helps."
The Doctor added "and the fact our skin is tougher then a human's also helps in the bruising and being battered around department."
Jack and Mickey glared as they stood and winced as they stretched before walking over to the Doctor and Rose.
The Doctor sighed and took deep breath then said "ok then, let's go and save the universes. Lets go and prove to those gods and goddess's that we are just as good as them, even if we don't all live six thousand years like they do."
He finished "Let us prove a Time Lord and his Lady and their human companions are just as good and capable." Rose raised and eye brow as she asked dryly.
"Doctor why do I get the impression I'm going to be subject to the Time Lord and God male boasting, mines bigger then yours syndrome?"
The Doctor sighed as he scowled "their race and the Gallifreyan's have always been similar. It was why we always clashed, and had to come to the agreement I told you of earlier on."
Jack smirked and quipped "in other words, both races would boast my ship is bigger then your ship, or we're more superior, and my ego his larger then yours."
The Doctor glared "I wouldn't go as far as to say that mind you." Mickey snorted "don't you mean Doctor, that you would go that far but are not about to admit to such a thing any time soon."
Rose grinned at the Doctors very black glare in Mickey's direction. She and the others in the room were suddenly and frightening reminded of the ninth Doctor.
If they ever doubt who he had been a matter of days ago, there sure as hell was no mistaking it now.
Jack, he grinned and quipped teasingly "well hello Doctor. Well boys and girls I do believe number ten has just exited the TARDIS, and number nine as entered. Yikes I have chills."
The Doctor dryly replied "ha, ha your killing me Jack, your almighty wit and sense of humour is killing me. Bravo captain."
He Rolled his eyes for good measures, before turning on his heel to wards the door, he called over his shoulder "well come along you lot, this problem went get solved by its self."
They sighed, already following him out of the door. Mentally preparing them selves for the up and coming battle, they knew it would likely turn ugly, didn't it always?