AN: Here is another chapter! About half of the episode Rose. No changes really except a teeny part, but there will be more changes in the next one. Enjoy!
Rose
A loud beeping rang throughout the young Tyler's bedroom, and after seeing it was 7 30 already she hit the alarm.
Everyday seems the same. She'll wake up, go to work, and then go home. Rose's job at Henrik's isn't bad. She gets a discount on the clothes there and the people are mostly nice.
Getting out of bed, she reluctantly goes to shower. 30 minutes later she finds herself finally leaving.
Pecking her mum on the cheek she was about out the door before she turned around, "Bye!"
Her mum turned her head and waved, "See ya later!" Then resuming with her tea and picking up the phone.
Her mother Jackie Tyler was like Rose in some things. Both always dye their hair blonde and keep it long, and they both love their tea any time of day. Jackie though has a habit of gossiping. Always on the phone, talking loudly and always watching the telly for more news.
Finding her usual red, tall, bus, she jumps on the back and holds on till she reaches the shop. The roads were their usual busy selves, and the number of people, no matter what day, never seemed to decrease. That's London for ya, thought Rose.
She reaches the shop, greets the co-workers that she passes and gets on with her day.
Around lunch hour, she and her boyfriend Mickey Smith met up at the fountain.
Mickey Smith was a dark skinned bloke with a nearly shaved head and always wearing laid back clothes. He is always protective of Rose and never missed a match at the pub.
There was the usual laughing, teasing, eating, and kissing until Rose knew it was time to leave.
"Bye!" She exclaimed heading back to her job.
It was towards the end of the day and the usual announcement rang overhead that the shop will be closing in 5 minutes.
"Oi!" Exclaimed the security guard just as she was about to exit the door. He handed her a small package and she headed back to the lift.
When his back was turned Rose made an annoyed expression and pressed the button on the lift to head down.
Exiting the lift, Rose turned her head back and forth.
"Wilson?" she said rather loudly. Heading further down the corridor, "Wilson, I've got the lottery money." After a few more steps she tried again. "Wilson." She said, almost annoyed he wasn't answering.
Heading up to the blue door with a sign that read H.P. WILSON C.E.O, she knocked a couple times. "You there?" Pause. She tried opening the door only to find it locked. "Look I can't wait around 'cause they're closing the shop." No answer.
She tried calling his name again and was met with silence. "Oh come on." She said to herself looking down the corridor.
Something moved behind the blonde and she jerked her head back to find no one was there.
"Hello?" she said to the empty corridor. Walking towards the noise a confused look went about on her face. "Hello, Wilson, it's Rose."
Walking further down, the quiet almost seemed eerie and Rose started feeling a bit angry that it was taking so long. "Hello?" She tried again.
Looking around a corner, "Wil-Wilson?"
Deciding to look further, she opened up the fire door in front of her and finds herself in a room that looks like it's used for storing shop dummies. Turning the light on, she walks further inside.
Trying to look past the dummies she called his name again, and received no answer. What's this bloke's idea? She thought angrily to herself.
Walking past a seris of dressed up dummies, she tries another door only to find this one was locked as well.
Suddenly a loud bang rang through the room and the fire door she had entered had been shut.
A little frightened, Rose ran to door to try and open it again to no avail. "Are you kiddin' me?" She almost cried.
Small noises started and she looked in their direction. Rose was getting scared and angry. Scared she was alone and angry that someone would bother playing a trick on her.
"Is there someone muckin' about?" She yelled the question, wanting this to end.
Walking in the middle of the shop dummies, "Who is it?"
As she kept walking she failed to notice that one of the heads on the dummies was moving in her direction. Jerking her head back at the scratching sound, the dummy started leaning over into the light. Then the male dummy started walking eerily slow towards her.
She backs up, frightened. "Heh… you got me, very funny." The dummy says nothing and continues advancing. And two more join it.
Still backing up her eyes dart to each of the three dummies advancing towards her, "Right, I've got the joke! Who's idea was this? Was it Derek's? Is it?"
The dummies continue to advance, frightening the girl even further. Her breathing starts becoming labored from fear. "Derek, is this you?" Another male dummy comes up behind as she starts to turn around and so she turns and starts backing up towards the wall.
All of the shop dummies are alive and they're all advancing towards the small shop clerk. As they surround her, one of the dummy's hand rises up, about to strike. Her face screws up, expecting pain to come.
Then a warmth encircles her hand and her head shoots to the side to see a man there. He only utters one word. "Run."
Just in time too. As the dummy's arm had struck, it struck a pipe that was behind the girl and gas now blew out of the broken metal.
Through a fire exit, the man and Rose run, and into a nearby lift where an arm gets caught trying to grab them. The man grabbed the arm and was pulling on the arm. What would that do? She thought.
The hand was trying to close in on the man's face, and finally another tug later the arm popped off just in time for the lift to finally close it's doors.
She looked at the arm in disgust, "You pulled his arm off."
"Yep." He turns and tosses the arm at her. "Plastic." He exclaimed, looking back waiting for the lift to come to a stop.
The man in front of her had dark hair, and it was nearly shaven off, along with big ears. She almost laughed at the thought. He adorned a leather jacket and overall dark clothing. He was pale himself though.
"Very clever, nice trick! Who were they then, students? Is this a student thing or what?"
Looking back and forth between the door and her, "Students? Why would they be students?"
"I don't know..."
"Well, you said it! Why students?"
"'Cause to get that many people dressed up and being silly… they gotta be students." She replied with a thoughtful expression.
He grins, almost in admiration. "That makes sense well done."
"Thanks."
"They're not students."
"Whoever they are when Wilson finds them he's gonna call the police." She stated matter of factly.
He turned back from looking at the door to look at her with confusion written on his face, "Who's Wilson?"
"Chief Electrician."
"Wilson's dead." He stated as the lift doors opened. Stepping out, Rose follows him.
"That's not funny, that's just sick." She replied, looking at him with a look that clearly stated that wasn't right.
"Hold on." He exclaimed, pushing her back a bit, "Mind your eyes." He pulled out silver metal stick and pointed it at the button to the lift. A little noise erupted from it until the panel sparked.
The man with the northern accent started walking off.
"Who are you, then? Who's that lot down there? I said who are they?" She fired off, still holding the plastic arm.
She started walking behind him.
"They're made of plastic. Living plastic creatures. They're being controlled by a relay device in the roof. Which would be a great big problem if I didn't have this." He showed her a grey metal box that beeped a bit.
"So!" He opened the fire escape up for Rose."I'm going to go up there and blow them up, and I might well die in the process. But don't worry about me, no. Go home, go on! Go and have your lovely beans on toast."
Rose goes through the door as he continues, "Don't tell anyone about this, because if you do, you'll get them killed." He told her this in all seriousness.
He closed the door behind him and Rose turned away, feeling quite bemused by all this. The door opens again and Rose looks behind her at the man in the leather jacket.
"I'm the Doctor, by the way, what's your name?"
"Rose."
"Nice to meet ya Rose," He held up the grey box, "Now run for your life." He shuts the door again.
Rose starts running home, still holding the plastic arm. The events that just happened distracting her as she almost didn't notice the taxi coming her way.
"Watch it!" Yelled the angered driver as he continued on his way.
She turned her head back just in time to see the shop explode.
The blonde wondered about that bloke who called himself the Doctor. What if he was really dead? She barely knew for 5 minutes and he goes and gets himself killed. Rose shook her head, and continues on home. Not even noticing as she passed a blue police box.
Now back at home, Rose is seated on the couch watching News 24 as the reporter states, "The whole of Central London has been closed off as police investigate the fire. Earlier reports indicate…"
"I know, it's on the Telly! It's everywhere! She's lucky to be alive!" Jackie exclaims into the telephone while handing Rose a mug of Tea. "Honestly it's aged her. Skin like an old bible, walking in you'd think I was HER daughter! Oh and here…" she walked off into another room as soon as Mickey came walking in.
"I've been phoning your mobile, you could've been dead! It's on the news and everthing! I can't believe that your shop went up!" He exclaimed to Rose. Walking up to her, she sits up slightly and lets Mickey hug her.
"It's all right, honestly, I'm fine! Don't make such a fuss!"
"Well, what happened?"
"I don't know!"
"What was it though, what caused it?"
Her answer came out almost annoyed, "I wasn't in the shop, I was outside, I didn't see anything."
Just then Jackie came walking in with the phone. "It's Debbie on the other end. She knows a man from the Mirror- five hundred quid for an interview."
With mock excitement, "Oh that's brilliant, give it here!" Just as Jackie handed her the phone, Rose hung up and placed the phone back on the coffee table.
With a huff, "Well you gotta find some way to make money. Your job's kaput and I'm not bailing you out." The phone rang again and Jackie hurriedly picked it up. "Beth! She's alive!" As she leaves the room you could still hear Jackie's loud voice, "I tell ya, sue for compensation! She was within seconds of death."
Rose's boyfriend turned towards her and raised an eyebrow at her mug. "What're you drinking? Tea? No, no no, that's no good, that's not good. You're in shock, you need something stronger than that."
"Why?" She asked, settling on his gaze.
"You deserve a proper drink, you and me, we're going down to the pub, my treat. How bout it?"
Rose smiled knowingly. "Is there a match on?"
"I'm thinking about you babe!"
"There's a match on ain't there?"
"Well, that's not the point. But, we could make the last five minutes."
Sighing, "Go on then. I'm fine, really. Go. Get rid of that." She finished gesturing the plastic arm she had tossed on the couch when she got home.
Mickey points to his lips, and Rose smiles and gives him a kiss. Just a quick short one, then he playfully pushes her back into the chair, letting out a few laughs.
He picks up the arm and waves, "Buh bye!"
"Bye." She says, a little breathy from just laughing.
Just before he leaves he pretends to strangle himself with the arm, earning a shake of Roses head and her to smile fondly as she puts her attention back to the news.
Outside Mickey tosses the arm into the bin.
Hitting her alarm the next morning Jackie's voice rang through the flat, "There's no point in getting up, sweetheart. You've got no job to go to."
Rose sighs, and flops back onto her pink pillow.
As Rose sits down with her mother during breakfast, Jackie decides to talk.
"There's Finches, you could try them. They've always got jobs."
"Oh great, the butchers."
"Well it might do you good! That shop was giving you airs and graces. And I'm not joking about getting compensation - you've had genuine shock and trauma! Arianna got two thousand quid off the council just because the old man behind the desk said she looked Greek! I know she IS Greek, but that's not the point - it's a valid claim."
A rattling caught the young girls attention and she stands up. "Mum, you're such a liar, I told you to nail that cat flap down. We're going to get strays!"
"I did it weeks back!" The older blonder whines.
"No, you thought about it!" She snapped back.
Walking up to the door, she bends down slightly and notices a pile of screws. The cat flap moves violently and Rose leaps back from the little scare. Coming back, Rose pokes it open gingerly. She saw a face and jumped back. Was that the man that called himself the Doctor? She thought to herself. Rose opens the door and gasps.
The Doctor looked at her strangely, "What are you doing here?"
"I live here." Rose states.
"Well, what do you do that for?"
She looked at him angrily, "Because I do! And I'm only at home because someone blew up my job!"
The Doctor took out the glowing metal stick and examined it. "Must've got the wrong signal. You're not made of plastic are you?" He knocks on her head, "No, bonehead. Bye, then!" He smiles and starts to walk away until she grabs his arm.
"You, inside, right now." The small blonde demands.
As she shuts the door a voice spoke, "Who is it?"
Rose pokes her head into her mother's room, "It's about last night, he's part of the inquiry. Give us ten minutes." As she walks down the flat, the Doctor comes into Jackie's view.
"She deserves compensation." The older women spoke slowly.
"Huh, were talking millions." He humored. Not really knowing where to go with this. Waiting for Rose to come back the Doctor leaned on the doorframe, and Jackie started getting up flirtatiously.
"I'm in my dressing gown." She stated, while holding onto the edges of it.
"Yes, you are." He agreed and looked down the hall, then back to Jackie.
"There's a strange man in my bedroom."
Not knowing really what to do he just agrees. "Yes, there is."
"Well, anything could happen." Jackie stated and swayed a bit.
Scrunching up his face a bit he replied, "No."
As the Doctor gives up waiting for Rose, he walks down the hall, not noticing the face the older woman was pulling.
"Don't mind the mess. Do you want coffee?" Rose asked.
"Might as well, thanks! Just milk."
Rose then walked into the kitchen leaving the Doctor in the living room.
As she started making coffee she started what she wanted to say, "We should go to the police. Seriously, both of us."
In the living room, the Doctor picked up a magazine, "That won't last. He's gay and she's an alien." He said, totally ignoring Rose's statement.
Ignoring what he said, she continued, "I'm not blaming you, even if it was some joke that went wrong."
Back in the living room the Doctor picks up a book and flicks through it. "Sad ending," He commented.
"They said on the news they found a body."
The Doctor picks up an envelope and read it, "Rose Tyler." Looking to the side he saw a mirror, "Ahhh, could've been worse." Prodding at his own ears, "look at me' ears!" He stated flabbergasted.
"All the same, he was nice. Nice bloke."
The Doctor picks up a deck of cards and starts shuffling, "Luck be a lady!"
"Well, anyway if we're going to the police, I want to know what I'm saying," Exclaimed Rose.
Back to the Doctor, his shuffling went wrong and the cards went flying everywhere.
"I want you to explain everything."
Looking back at the cards, the leather clad man said, "Maybe not." Scuffling from behind the sofa caught his attention. "What's that then? Do you have a cat?"
"No…" She answers, finally paying attention to what he was saying.
The man leant over the sofa only for the plastic to leap out at him and grasp his neck.
As Rose wanders in with the coffee, "We did have, but there's these strays, they come on and off the estate."
Behind her, the Doctor was being viscously strangled while he's trying to fight it off. Rose doesn't seem to register that the doctor is actually being strangled, by a hand.
"I told Mickey to chuck that out," she exclaims while setting the coffee on the table. "Honestly, give a man a plastic hand… anyway, I don't even know your name, Doctor… what was it?"
She finishes as the Doctor finally throws off the hand and it flies towards Rose, clasping onto her face. The small blonde starts screaming and the man in leather jumping into action, trying to pull it off.
Off in Jackie's room, she's blow-drying her hair, completely oblivious to chaos in her own living room.
The Doctor and Rose crashed into the glass coffee table, breaking it. Then he pushes Rose back onto the sofa got out his sonic screwdriver.
Pointing it at the hand, he finally got it off. He hurriedly set it to the right setting, finally disabling the plastic hand.
"It's alright, I've stopped it. There you go, you see?" He tosses her the arm, " 'armless."
"Do you think?" Using the arm, she wacked the Doctor on the shoulder.
"Ow!"
The Doctor started heading down the stairs, with Rose hot on his tail.
"Hold on a minute, you can't just go swanning off."
"Yes I can. Here I am, this is me, swanning off. See ya!" He ended cheerfully.
"That arm was moving! It tried to kill me!"
"Ten out of ten for observation."
"You can't just walk away, that's not fair! You've got to tell me what's going on!"
"No I don't." he replied matter of factly.
Finally they reach the bottom of the stairs and exit the doors.
"Alright then. I'll go the police. I'll tell everyone. You said if I did that, I'd get people killed. So, your choice. Tell me, or I'll start talking." She said, smiling knowing this plan was going to work.
"Is that supposed to sound tough?" He laughed looking at her.
Her smug smile wore off, "Sort of."
"Doesn't work." He stated, looking in front of him again.
"Who are you?"
"I told you! The Doctor."
"Yah, but Doctor what?"
"Just the Doctor."
"The Doctor?" she asked disbelieving.
"Hello!" He said with a smile and a wave.
"Is that supposed to sound impressive?"
"Sort of." He replied.
She skipped up standing by his side, "Come on. You can tell me. Are you the police?"
"No. I was just passing through. I'm a long way from home."
"But what have I done wrong? How come those plastic things keep coming after me?"
"Oh! Suddenly the entire world revolves around you! You were just an accident; you got in the way that's all."
"It tried to kill me!"
"It was after me, not you! Last night, in the shop, I was there, you blundered it. Almost ruined the whole thing. This morning I was tracking it down, it was tracking me down, the only reason it fixed on you Is that it met me."
"So, what you're saying is, the entire world revolves around you."
"Sort of, yeah."
"You're full of it!" Rose laughed.
"Sort of, yeah." the Doctor repeated.
"So, all this plastic stuff - Who else knows about it?" she asked.
"No one."
"What, you're on your own?" the blonde asked, almost sadly.
"Well, who else is there? I mean, you lot, all you do is eat chips, go to bed, and watch telly! When all this time, underneath you, there's a war going on."
Rose reaches around and takes the plastic arm off him. "Okay, Start from the beginning."
If you're gonna go with this living plastic, and I don't even believe that, but if we do… how do we kill it?" Rose asked, looking up at him.
"The thing controlling it projects life into the arm. I cut off the signal, dead."
"So that's radio control?"
"Thought control." She didn't reply back, only give off an odd expression, "You alright?"
"Yeah, " she answered, shaking out of it. She reaches up and grasps onto the locket around her neck, the familiar smooth sun giving her comfort. "So, who's controlling it?"
"Long story." He replied in his northern accent.
"But what's it all for? I mean, shop window dummies…what's that about? Is someone trying to take over Britain's shops?"
This caused them both to laugh, "No."
"I know."
For some reason, the doctor wanted her to laugh again, "It's not a price war." That did it. Then changing into a serious tone, "They want to overthrow and destroy the human race. You believe me?"
"No."
"But you're still listening." He stated.
Rose stops walking, "Really though, Doctor, tell me – who are you?"
The Doctor stops walking and turns back to look at her. "Do you know like we were saying, about the earth revolving?" He walks up to the blonde, "It's like when you were a kid. The first time they tell you the world's turning and you just can't quite believe it because everything looks like its standing still. I can feel it." Grabbing her hand silently begging her to feel it to, he continues, " The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour, and the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at 67 thousand miles an hour, and I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and me. Clinging to the skin of this tiny world, and if we let go…" The Doctor drops her hand, "That's who I am. Now, forget me, Rose Tyler." He took the plastic hand away and waved it, "Go home."
He walks away with Rose watching his retreating back, and then she herself starts to walk away. This man, she thought, is unlike any other. Is he for real? Or is he just a nutter? No name, just the Doctor. Strange. As these thoughts went through her head a sound caught her attention. Running back, she looks to see if he's there, squinting from the sunlight. Looking back and forth, there was no sign of the man she had just saw. She hesitantly backed up, and decided to head over to Mickey's place.
AN: Hope you liked! Review! And other stuff. I won't usually update this often but I am starting the next chapter already. So, thank you for reading!