Thank you all so much to all those who have reviewed so far. I came to a bit of a hump while trying to write this one. Bad case of writer's block, but I think the worst of it is gone. I have some great ideas for some of the few big episodes! But I also have a lot of uni work in front of me. But all that is out of the way after June 10. I don't own anything, I am a poor uni student who is procrastinating.... Enjoy
"So that was New York!"Proclaimed Martha once the TARDIS engines fired up and departed from 1930. The Doctor sat down on the chair in the console room. He was exhausted from the night's events, both physically and emotionally.
"I imagine that it doesn't always have Daleks taking over the Empire State Building, am I right?" She asked, innocently. The Doctor glanced at her; his expression was that of pain. She sat down next to him, wanting to comfort him. She knew that last night was only the surface of the relationship between The Doctor and the Daleks and every time he thought about them the memories came flooding back. She wanted to take his pain away. She wanted to be his doctor.
"I tell you what Martha, why don't you go take a shower?" Suggested The Doctor, completely changing the subject. Her face fell.
"Excuse me?" She asked.
"Well you spent the last two days walking the sewers of Depression era New York; don't you think you smell a bit?" He pointed out. Martha was less than impressed.
"Like you can talk, you played with the genetically engineered cast-offs that you found on the sewer ground! Have you even washed your hands yet?" She retorted.
"Not yet, do you want to smell them?" He asked, thrusting his hands towards her face. She pulled away in disgust.
"No thanks, I might go and have that shower." She started walking down one of the corridors.
"Would you like me to show you where it is?" He called after her.
"No thanks, I'll find it myself." She called back from the darkness. And he was left alone.
"So how come you never took me to New York?" Asked a voice that was all too familiar to The Doctor. He turned his head and saw that it was Rose.
"I dunno, had more important things to do I suppose." The Doctor mumbled in response.
"So how was it?" She asked him.
"I don't want to talk about it." He said and jumped off the chair and started circling the controls, flicking buttons and pulling levers.
"Talking about it will make you feel better." She stated, matter-of-factly.
"I said I don't want to talk to you about it!" He said, his voice was slightly louder and angrier than before.
"Oh, I see. You see my face and all you see is the Daleks falling into the Void. And when you saw the Cult of Skaro last night all you could see was my face, falling and screaming toward the Howling." Rose pondered. Her voice was barely a whisper. The anger grew over his face and a rage began to rise from the inside.
"Don't you dare try to analyse me with your human psychology! It is so much more complicated that you can fathom!" The Doctor yelled at her.
"But its not! Because I know you, I know you better than anyone else in this universe!" She jumped out of her seat and yelled back at him. "You think you are so complicated and dark and mysterious, but you are not. You are a man, and you are certainly no puzzle to my kind." Her voice was slightly lower.
"What is your kind?" He asked, plainly. The rage was still present in his eyes and he looked her over. She seemed to be the same Rose from before the Battle of Canary Warf, before that doomsday, but she was so different.
"I thought you might have worked that out by now." She replied. He went over the possibilities in his head. Immediately the thought of madness came to the front of his mind. He had suffered major heartbreak after he lost Rose, could his soul be failing in his old age?
"No, you are not going mad." She confirmed for him.
"But you are inside my head and can read my thoughts?" He questioned. There were a few moments of silence.
"Yes." She finally responded. The Doctor heard footsteps coming back towards the control room from one of the corridors. Martha emerged from the hall, wrapped in a dressing gown.
"Are you alright, Doctor? I thought I heard yelling." Asked Martha.
"Yeah, I'm fine Martha." He responded. "Out of curiosity can you see anyone else in this room right now apart from you and me?"
"Uh, no Doctor, I can only see you." Martha replied. She had a thought and the colour drained from her face. "There isn't an alien on board that I can't see, or anything, is there?" She quivered.
"She can't see or hear me. Only you can." Rose informed The Doctor. He glanced at her for a second, just to check that she was still there.
"No, no. My mind must be playing tricks on me after the stress of today." He said. Martha's face immediately relaxed.
"Well, if there are no emergencies I think I'll go and finish having my bath." Martha started back down the corridor. The Doctor was once again left alone in the TARDIS control room, with the apparently invisible Rose.
"Are you sure you aren't in my head because I would feel a lot saner right now if Martha was able to see you." He informed Rose.
"No, you are perfectly normal, well, as normal as The Doctor can be." She laughed. "She can't see me because I chose for her not to see me. Human emotions are very delicate, I'm not sure that she'd react too well to a blonde woman in a red dress appearing out of nowhere around you."
"What does that mean?" He asked as his brow rose.
"You'll see." She smiled at him.
"Why are you here?" The Doctor asked Rose.
"To protect you, to keep you safe, my Doctor." She replied to him. Those words rang through his head. He had heard them before, a lifetime ago. "Think of me as a guardian angel."
"A guardian angel in a red dress?" He asked. His tone was a little lighter and the corners of his mouth had upturned just a little.
"You are so hung up about this dress!" She responded, her tone as well was more playful.
"Well, Rose, I'm not used to seeing so much of you." He informed her. His hands gestured at the curves the dress revealed, as well as the exposed skin of her collarbone and cleavage.
"You saw more than this last night." She reminded him.
"Blimey, was that last night? New York felt like days." He mused. She smiled at him and a distant memory.
"I remember telling Mickey the Christmas you regenerated, right before a brass band tried to blow us up, how the TARDIS felt so timeless. But then again I have very little use for time, being an angel and all." She told him.
"But you can't be an angel; you are nothing like any of the species of angel I have heard of." He looked at her quizzically.
"You'll see." She replied. "Just remember, I am here for you. I could never hurt you, not intentionally. Now Martha, you intend to take her back to her time. Just, remember to keep your eyes and ears open. I don't know what it is yet, timelines have not been written that influence others."
The Doctor was extremely puzzled by this last statement. How could she know about timelines that were yet to be written, even a Time Lord didn't have that ability.
"But enough about me and the future, Martha was right, you need to have a shower. You can't say farewell with genetic residue from Skaro under your fingernails." Rose instructed him.
"Do you want to join me?" The Doctor asked her. She was not expecting an invitation to a shower. She thought about it for a second.
"No." She replied, "I think you need some time to yourself, digest something that a swirling around in your mind."
"Will you be here when I return?" He asked
"No, but I will be watching." She responded. The Doctor was a little sad that she would not join him, but she was right, she was right about everything. A shower would do him good. He headed down the corridor towards his bedroom. So many thoughts and all of them like a giant puzzle. But he liked this, not knowing everything for once. And it wasn't like she was a Dalek or an Auton or a Slitheen. He got a warm feeling when he was around her. This situation could be quite the game.
I'm thinking about continuing this into Donna's Series. What do you all think? Should I attach it to the end of this one (when I do finish it) or should I make a sequel story? Love to hear your thoughts, because I am writing for all you lovely people. Review thank you!