Don't own anything, thoughts.
Chapter 2
The Doctor stood next to the core of the TARDIS. She hummed her sympathy as a tear fell from his chestnut eyes.
Oh, Rose, he thought, I'm sorry.
It was not so much her he loved, thought he recognized that she loved him very much, but it was her innocence, it was her vulnerability, that he yearned to protect. He loved Rose in the way a father loves a daughter returned to him after years apart. He wanted to protect and care for her, give her everything she wanted from him, and yet, he was not able to. Although to say their departure was a relief would not be accurate, he was at least grateful to whatever luck or fate exist in the universe he had yet to discover that he could not do any more damage to her than he already had.
If it weren't for me, he thought, she wouldn't have ever felt this pain.
Maybe, just maybe now, she would be able to move on. Maybe she would be able to find happiness, and have little children and tell them stories of a man in a blue box.
The Doctor looked to the core. Her color, so regular and translucent, flashed blue, and then red, and then yellow. He had never seen that combination before and was immediately disturbed. However, her purr did not signify danger, only surprise, and if he was not mistaken, pleasure.
Yellow molecule by molecule, Captain Kathryn Janeway materialized before him.
"What?" he yelled.
"Where am I?" She demanded pulling her phaser from its holster, "Where have you taken me?"
"What?" He repeated
"Janeway to Voyager, Janeway to Voyager, come in Voyager," she demanded into her communicator. Her voice was met with nothing but static.
"What?" he yelled, his voice cracking.
"I am captain Kathryn Janeway of the Starship Voyager, I demand you release me at once!" a
"What?" was all the Doctor could offer.