Chapter Three: Time Changes
He looked me straight in the eye before answering,
"Rose, I got this," he said, showing me the scrap of physic paper that had saved us from so many things. But right now it said one word. 'Help'
"Oh," I managed to say, "Any idea where it's from?"
"Yeah," he gulped "Gallifrey."
"But I thought, the time war..." I trailed off, after catching a look of his face
"So did I," he whispered, his eyes now filling up with tears. I moved over to comfort him, but I couldn't do so for long, as the familiar nausea peaked again, giving me the strong desire to run to the nearest bathroom, instead of vomiting all over his shoes. I managed to get out the words, "I'm gonna be sick," as I exited the room and scarpered to the nearest bathroom. I immediately felt guilty for leaving him there, but there was nothing I could do.
I flushed the toilet and lent my head against the tiled wall, feeling all the life drain out of me, his home planet had come back. How? I heard footsteps along the corridor, then the door opened and the Doctor's head popped in, I saw him breathe a sigh of relief as he walked towards me, sat down next to me and put his arm around me, pulling me close to him. I looked right into his eyes, and realised that he felt just the same as me, just as frightened, just as insecure and just as scared.
o...O...o
We stayed sat like that for what seemed like hours, until I eventually pulled myself together.
"Ok, so what are we gonna do?" I asked, he shrugged. Helpful.
"From how I see it, you've got two options, you can leave it, just take it as a hoax. Or you can investigate, see whether your planet has come back, and take it from there," I attempted to help, "but knowing you, like I do, I know that if you do leave it, you'll regret it. It's just if you do find it's back, could you cope?"
"I don't know Rose. I really don't know. And I'm scared," that was the first time he'd ever admitted to being scared before. I knew that he'd probably been scared before, he just covered it up well with his rambling, insulting of lower species and technobabble. It was all I could do to hold him close, and try to soothe him, though how I was supposed to do that I didn't know.
o...O...o
"Ok Rose, are you ready for this?" he asked.
"Are you?" I asked back.
"No," he shook his head, "but I'm as ready as I'll ever be," he flicked a few more switches, turned a few dials.
"Rose, can you hold that lever down?" he asked. I obeyed yanking it down until it clicked into place.
"That red dial, three turns clockwise," likewise I reached for the red one (I think it was something like a trans-dimensional rectifier). The central column whirred into life, as I held more buttons and twisted more dials the whirring grew quieter. Then stopped. I saw him stare at the door, not daring to move towards it.
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A/N, I know it's short, my muse is nonexistent and this was really hard to write.