Okay, this is the follow up story to Utopia, My way

Okay, this is the follow up story to Utopia, My way. It's not going to have the whole story: just the beginning and from when the Master comes down the street to find her. I was originally going to have the full story, but I think you'll probably fin it a bit boring. It follows the main episode's story line, but with a few changes which will sometimes make you laugh, and other's I hope will make you cry, and some that will make you cheer.

Hopefully. Anyway, hope you enjoy. Reviews are love, and make for faster updates. And I mean that. You could have the rest of the story by tonight, if you lovely readers feel like encouraging this moody teen. smiles winningly and flutters eyelashes prettily

Rose Tyler roams the Earth

Rose Tyler lay awake on the floor of a small, crowded room, staring at the ceiling and listening to the people in the house around her, moving and breathing quietly in their sleep. It had been a long time since she had last slept, the night before that defining day in the deserted factory… the weevil attack, when that ungodly creature tore her former life away in its' jaws. Ever since then she had spent countless nights trying to over come this sudden attack of insomnia until she finally gave up, working in Torchwood for as many hours as her boss and her mother would allow. She could almost laugh at that; something that the movies never seemed to mention; immortality equals no sleep. But it was nice to have somewhere safe to stay the night. Most major cities were impossible to cross in the night, patrolled by either Toclafane or wild dogs. Even if she couldn't die, she didn't much fancy getting caught by the Master's metal soldiers or getting her throat ripped out. Again.

But she knew that in some ways she was lucky. During her travels across this broken planet, she had become something of a legend. People in every country talked of the Great Rose Tyler, a woman who was meant to be dead who was the only person who could kill the Master. Rose Tyler, they said, she's gonna save the world. The legend gave hope to the peoples of the Earth, spreading the globe. People whispered of her travels, claimed to have seen her. It also meant that people gladly offered to let her stay the night, to share their rations if they could. And that was how she had come to be lying on the floor of a cramped living space, way too small for all the people who were living there, but any houses that could be spared had been torn down to be used to make the Master's mighty fleet. The house was in France, close to where the great Eiffel Tower had once stood, before it too had been hacked down to be melted and taken to Russia, or Shipyard number one as most now knew it. Soon the Master was going to initiate his plans, firing over 200,000 rockets into a war to put the one that had destroyed his people and his planet to shame; a war that would leave the entire universe looking to him for help and to leave him in charge.

It was in moments like these, when all was quiet and she was safe, that her mind turned to darker thoughts. These were one of the reasons that she hadn't let herself sleep even a little these days. Evil thoughts were hardly ever from her mind as it was, but in dreams there were twisted and warped until she awoke, screaming, tears and sweat pouring down her face, putting herself and others at risk. Nightmares of the things she had seen in her travels; images of Japan, people screaming and running; women carrying children being sliced down in their tracks; and when it was over, a landscape of fire, blackened and burned arms rising from the sea of bodies, the last of the screams finally over, and Rose had been forced to watch helplessly as the Toclafane searched for any metal that they could find; removing wedding rings and tooth fillings, caring nothing for the people that they belonged to.

But her mind had escaped from these thoughts tonight. She thought instead of how this had ended up as it had.

'Ah, she's a would-be Doctor.' The Master said in her memories, 'but tonight, Martha Jones… we've flown them in, all the way from prison!'

Rose remembered how guards had forced Martha's family through the doors, their hands tied together.

'Mum?' Martha had said, her head tilting to the side.

'I'm sorry!' Francine had said, tears in her eyes.

Rose had run over to her, holding her by the arms.

'Martha listen to me, give me the Vortex Manipulator; you need to stay with your family.'

'But…'

'No! They need you, and I need to know that you're here, looking after the Doctor. I can't die, and I couldn't bare the idea of you going while I stay.' She looked into Martha's eyes, tears brimming, 'Please.'

The other woman had seen the need in her eyes. She nodded; passing the device over before both knelt beside the Doctor. The Master had opened the Paradox, sending down the spheres and refusing to tell the Doctor what they were, before the Doctor whispered instructions into Rose's ear, a hastily conceived plan that had to work; every person on the planet at risk if it didn't.

He had told her to leave, his eyes the only part of him unchanged, boring into hers, encouraging her. She had stood up, looking at her companions, old and new, pressed the button. The teleport scrambled her brain, but she forced herself to stand, making a promise, not only to her friends, but also to the Master. A promise that, whatever happened, she would return.

She opened her eyes, tears sliding down into her hair. The unfairness hurt her everyday, of how, having waited for over thirty years, when she had finally been reunited with the man who had filled both her hearts, she had been snatched from him so soon. But, no matter what, she was going to complete this mission, no matter how many times it killed her. She would always complete any task the Doctor gave her.

She turned her head to the side, the sun lighting the sky outside, turning it a reddish pink. She stood up quietly, checking the key and chain were still under her dark clothes, unchanged from the night before. No-one around her moved as she gathered her meagre belongings, pulling a small notepad and pen from her back pack and writing a small note of thanks, watching it translate itself into French when she finished the final letter.

'Merci beaucoup, mon copains, et au revoir. Rose Tyler xx'

God bless that fantastic ship. As she thought that, her hearts faltered. She remembered that terrible feeling, when she they had first returned to Earth, the feeling that her hearts were being pulled apart, increasing when they first landed on the Valiant, and bringing her to her knees as they walked into her cannibalised protector, who had helped her in her travels, sometimes singing melancholy songs in her head if she ever needed comfort. The pain that she had first felt still lived inside her, but she knew that she had to carry on, for every body's sake. Smiling sadly she placed the note on the table beside the door and left the house, breathing in deeply and setting off. She was finally going home.

The boat could only go so far inland, which meant that she had to wade through the freezing water. They had been led in by a man on the beach, waving a lantern. When the boat responded he slowly lowered the light, smiling to himself as he laid eyes on the legendary woman. She wasn't exactly as he had imagined her; just a normal looking woman, early twenties, her dyed-blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She smiled at him, exhaustion evident on her face.

'I hope you haven't been waiting long have you, it's freezing out 'ere.' She said.

The man blinked, slightly startled. There's another thing her hadn't expected. He'd thought that she'd be more formal than that, but she seemed to have a strong Londoner accent and a kind smile.

'No, only a little while.' He said, realising that he'd been quiet for a little too long, 'You're right on time.'

Rose smiled at the man. He was quiet attractive, though like most people nowadays he obviously hadn't shaved for a few days, but he seemed nice.

'So what's your name then, no-one really told me?'

'Tom Milligan.' He said, 'No need to ask who you are, the famous Rose Tyler. How long since you were last in Britain?'

Rose breathed heavily, looking slightly distant. '365 days. It's been a long year. And you wouldn't believe how long it had been before that.' She laughed humourlessly. 'Well… this Britain anyway.'

Tom's brow furrowed his brow, but Rose just waved her hand, 'It doesn't matter, Tom. Don't worry about it. Just a fool's joke.'

'So what's the plan?'

'This Professor Docherty, I need to see her.' Rose laughed, 'That's the only name anybody could give me. Can you get me there?'

'She works in a repair shed, Nuclear Plant Seven. I can get you inside. Why do you need to see her of all people? Why's she so important?'

Rose smiled sadly at him. 'I'm… sorry Tom, I don't mean to be rude but the more you know, the more you're at risk. I've made that mistake before. I don't want you to be the latest added to the river of blood that I've left in my wake. I've got enough on my conscience.'

He looked up, away from her gaze, trying to hide his gasp. He'd never thought about how many like him had been willing to save the legend beside him.

He cleared his throat. He had always known that his life would be in danger helping her. Having the statistics thrown in his face didn't make it easier, but he wasn't going to just give up.

'So… are the legends about you true? There's so many of them, I don't know what to believe anymore.'

'And what do the legends say?' she asked. Different countries had different versions. It only made sense to find out what her home country said about her.

'That you sailed the Atlantic, walked across America, that you were the only person to get out of Japan alive.' She looked away, blinking away the tears that had built therein. 'Rose Tyler, they say, she's gonna save the world.' His voice lost some of his voice suddenly went dead, his eyes turning to the sea, 'Bit late for that.'

They carried on walking, coming to a small grassy area with tall dead bushes here and there. A large, dirty van was parked out of sight, hidden in the minimal coverage of the empty branches.

'How come you can drive? Don't you get stopped?' Rose asked.

'Medical staff. Used to be in paediatrics, back in the old days. It means that I can travel between labour camps. They need to keep the workers healthy. Need to keep up the work until everything's finished.'

Rose watched as he got into the driver's seat, walking around to the other side.

'Great. I'm travelling with a Doctor. Shame Martha's not here, you'd love her. She's a medical student.'

Tom watched her getting in 'Some versions of the legend say that you were dead. That you rose up like a phoenix.'

Rose laughed quietly. 'Mate, you have no idea!'

He looked out of the dirty front window, forcing himself to pose the question that had been on his mind ever since he'd been told that he was going to meet her.

'Story goes that you're the only person on Earth that can kill him. That only you in the whole world can kill the Master.'

The darkness in her eyes intensified as she plugged in her seat belt. But then it was gone and she was smiling at him, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

'Let's just drive,' She said, before looking out of the window, ignoring his eyes watching her.

A few hours later, as the sun rose over London, the Valiant flew high in the sky and the Master announced himself over the speakers.

'Citizens rejoice! Your Lord and Master stands on high! Playing track three.'

The guards at the door snapped to attention as the automatic doors opened, revealing the Master with his hands against the door frame before spinning into the room as the Scissor Sisters; 'I can't decide' played over the loudspeaker. He danced across the wooden floor, grabbing Lucy's hands and pressing a hard, demanding kiss onto her lips, leaning her over the table slightly, before kissing her hand and spinning her away, not noticing her rolling her eyes and breathing a sigh of relief. At least he was in a good mood this morning. She didn't really want to have to hide another black eye.

He moved over to the table, singing along to the words of the song as he sat down where Martha placed a tray of tea. He picked up the cup and sipped before spitting it on the floor and smashing the cup at her feet, ignoring her gasp as the hot liquid scalded her skin and the china scratched her legs. Maybe he wasn't in such a good mood.

He flung himself up the stairs onto the bridge of the Valiant, picking up a bell from a table and ringing it in time with the beat, watching and smiling as Francine ran to help her daughter.

The Doctor's head peeped out of a small tent, his face sad and tired looking, looking up at Martha, who smiled sadly at him, hiding her pain from him The Master saw the Doctor emerge and threw himself down the stairs, grabbing the old man by his lapels, singing loudly into his face and meaning every word of the song, throwing him down into a wheelchair that one of the guards had out ready behind him. The Master took the handles from the man, spinning the Doctor around while singing in his ears and bringing him to a stop in front of a large porthole and crouching down beside him, looking out onto the blue sky.

'It's ready to rise Doctor!' several Toclafane flew past the window as the Doctor face remained completely blank, 'The new Time Lord Empire. It's good isn't it? Isn't it good?' still nothing. 'Anything?' he waved his hand in front of his unmoving pet. 'No? Anything?' then he noticed the Doctor's eyes following the spheres outside the window, gliding serenely across the sky, belying their vicious nature. 'Aw… but they broke your poor frail hearts though, didn't they, those big nasty Toclophane? Ever since you worked out what they really are. Serves you right though. Should have listened to master. Should have believed me, but no. You just had to go and work it out and upset yourself. I told him, didn't I darling?' he turned to look at Lucy, 'Didn't I tell him to leave it be?' he didn't wait for her to answer, but turned to the Doctor with a cruel flame burning in his manic eyes, 'They say Rose Tyler' that caught the Doctor's attention, bringing his eyes to finally focus on the Master's face, 'Has come back home. Now why would she do that?'

'Leave her alone.' Croaked the Doctor, his voice hoarse from lack of use, but the desperation was obvious, 'Please… just leave her be.'

'But you said something to her, didn't you? On the day that I took control. What did you tell her?'

'I have only one thing that I want to say to you.'

The Master leaned in slightly, almost unnoticeably, raising an eyebrow at him.

'You know what it is.'

'Oh, no you don't!' he stood up suddenly, grabbing the handles, turning the chair around and pushing it away, bumping it into the wall close to where Martha was picking up smashed pieces of china as the computerised voice announced that the had entered Zone One airspace.

'Come on people!' the Master said loudly, clapping his hands, 'What are we doing? Launch day in 24 hours!'

Unseen by the Master the Doctor was looking at Martha, carefully putting three fingers on his leg, his meaning obvious. She gave the tiniest of nods, wiping her hands on her French-maid's outfit and picking up her tray and walking from the room. She passed her mother in the corridor and repeating the sign, Francine nodding and continuing. She saw her dad mopping the floor and showed the sign, which he repeated to Tish as she walked past, carrying her own tray. A guard opened a mesh door, allowing her to enter. There was Jack, as always, chained between two pillars, as always Tish trying to push away unwelcome emotions that seeing this evoked.

'Mornin' Tish!' he said, breathing deep, his face and clothes as filthy as ever, 'Ah, smell that sea air! Fish and chips, that's what I'd fancy. Oh, nice and salty,' he laughed, watching her place the tray on a low table, trying not to stare at her bum as she was forced to bend low.

'What do I get? Cold mashed swede.' She stood up, getting a spoonful of the revolting sludge. 'Remind me not to book on the internet again. This hotel sucks worse than the one on Ralifex 4.'

She gave him a confused look.

'They eat their visitors if they snore too loudly… or should I say breathe too loudly. Very good hearing. Drives them mad.'

She brought the spoon to his mouth, showing the sign her father had shown her, smiling very slightly at the anecdote. Jack saw it, swallowing the orange paste and winking at her.

A huge stone statue of the Master stood high above where Tom and Rose walked through a large quarry, over looking the world that he had created.

'All over the Earth, those ugly great things.' Rose said, picking her way over the loose stone floor. 'He's even carved himself into Mount Rushmore.' She laughed breathlessly, 'Talk about big headed, eh?'

Tom smiled weakly, offering her his hand as they reached the peak of the hill overlooking a vast landscape covered in tall metal rockets and cranes. They lay down uncomfortably and looked out over the scene. 'Here we go. The entire south coast of England converted into shipyards. They bring in slave labour every morning; break up cars, houses, anything, just for the metal, building a fleet out of scrap.'

'You should see Russia. That's Shipyard number One. All the way from the Black Sea to the Bering Strait, there's a 100,000 rockets getting ready for war. And Paris. The Eiffel Tower has been ripped down, balconies torn out and half the city is levelled, all the houses taken down and the population forced into whatever is still standing.'

'War? With who?'

'The rest of the Universe.' She looked at him, hoping he wasn't going to laugh, 'I've been out there Tom, in space, long before all this happened, and there's thousands upon thousands of civilisations all around us with no idea of what's happening here. The Master can build weapons big enough to devastate them all.'

'You've been in space?'

'Problem with that?' she challenged, giving a look that would make Jackie proud.

'No!' he assured, his eyes wide as her look made him nervous, 'No, just… wow! Anything else I should know?'

'You wouldn't believe me if I told you.'

'You just told me that you've been in space. What can beat that?'

'Okay, I lived in a parallel universe for thirty something years, I can't die and I have two hearts.' She watched as Tom blinked several times, swallowing hard. 'And I've also met Charles Dickens.'

There was no time to say anything else as two spheres appeared from behind the statue of the Master, descending upon them. Tom immediately stood up, reaching into his pocket and bringing up his ID as the first sphere stopped above him.

'Identify, little man.'

'I've got a Licence! Tomas Milligan, Peripatetic medical squad. I'm allowed to travel.' The Toclafane checked he was who he said he was, comparing defining features with its' software. 'I was just checking for…'

'Soon the rockets will fly.' The childish voice interrupted, four blades appearing from its underside.

'And everyone will need medicine!' The other agreed, 'You'll be so busy!'

They both flew away chuckling. Tom did a double take between the spheres and the blonde woman still lying on the floor.

'But… they didn't see you.'

Rose looked up at him, reaching into her clothes. 'How do you think I travelled the world?' she said, showing him the key and chain around her neck.

They left the hill top, making their way back to where they had parked the van.

''Cause the Master set up Archangel, that mobile phone network, 15 satellites around the planet. But really it's transmitting this low level psychic field. That's he convinced the world he was really Harold Saxon.'

'Saxon! Feels like years ago'

'But the key's tuned into the same frequency. Makes me sort of… not invisible, just unnoticeable.' She chuckled to herself quietly. 'The way the Doctor explained it was it's like when you fancy someone, but they don't even know you exist.' She rolled her eyes, 'He really is such a complete git sometimes, I don't know how we put up with him.'

'Well I can see you.' He pointed out, ignoring her words that seemed only to make sense to her.

Rose stopped, smiling cheekily at him, 'That's 'cause you wanted to.'

He looked slightly uncomfortable, before she laughed, showing that she was joking.

'Yeah, I suppose I did.'

'Is there a Mrs Milligan?' she asked, surprised at her own brashness.

'No.' he replied calmly, 'No. what about you?'

'Yeah,' She smiled, 'I think there is someone.'

Memories flashed though her mind; the old Doctor, bathed in hazy golden light as he leant forward uncertainly; her own hands ruffling through the new Doctor's hair as she pulled him close and blindly pressing her lips against his; the way he looked at her, his eyes the same as ever as she pressed the teleport button on the Vortex Manipulator.

She snapped out of her musings, looking at Tom and moving towards the door of the van.

'Come on, I've got to find this Docherty woman.'

'Well we'll til the next work shift. What time is it now?'

'It's nearly 3:00.'