A/N – The next chapter is longer…that is all I going to say. I don't own Doctor who

Chapter Three: Tracking Down Rose

The Doctor was desperate, he had searched every room in the vicinity of the kitchen that he knew of twice over and Rose was still missing. At this point the Doctor was almost certain the presence in the hallway had taken her when it vanished. Somehow it had breached the TARDIS's defenses and whisked Rose out from underneath his nose. Growling deep in his throat he dashed to the control room. What ever took Rose from him was going to pay.

The control room was exactly as he had left it that morning before going to make bacon. The tools he had been using to fiddle with the TARDIS were lying all over the floor from their bumpy ride, but nothing else had changed. Bending down, he scooped up the sonic screw driver, it felt good to have its weight back in his hand.

"Time to find where Rose has gone," he muttered to himself. After their adventure at Torchwood he had given her a ring that broadcast a signal throughout time and space that he could pick up with the TARDIS. He never wanted to loose her again, too many times she had been ripped from his side and she had given up so much to get back. He owned her that much.

Bending over the display he fiddled with it until it showed the broadcast from Rose's ring. "That can't be," The Doctor said to the room at large, "That is impossible, the TARDIS is in the time vortex, at least it was last time I looked," he thought for a moment, "Ah, that was what that shock was, we got knocked out of the vortex, but where did we end up?"

The Doctor glanced at the display, changing the view until he brought up his relative position in the galaxy, "A galactic backwater, but why bring us here? Why steal Rose from the TARDIS and drop her here, she won't survive for more than a few hours in that toxic jungle. Unless…no…that is too cliché, a trap, of course. But what do they want? Only one way to find out, I have to go spring it don't I."

Gathering up his overcoat the Doctor opened the TARDIS's door and immediately started sneezing. The foliage ran riot, every color under the sun and a few besides assaulted his watering eyes. Pulling out a handkerchief out of one of his voluminous pockets he covered his mouth and nose. Prepared to face the jungle he took a deep breath and strode out of the TARDIS, ready to track Rose all across space and time.

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