Here's the fourth chapter! The chapter was actually twice as long, so I cut it in half. And I was thinking on what I wanted the Eighth Doctor's "catchphrase" to be, since I've only seen the movie he was in. I didn't want him to say "Fantastic!", so I stuck him with "Brilliant!" Didn't want to, but I couldn't think of anything else. It might change later along the lines, I don't really know...Until then, here you go!
Disclaimer:...nope. Nothing. Just a crazy fangirl in the "Sunshine" State. What a load of crap. Whoever called it that hasn't obviously lived here very long. The most amount of sunlight we've had this year was only about three hours long...
Rose looked pointedly around the cavernous room, what with it's Gothic, or possibly Victorian, appearance and the lighting bathing the dark wooden interior in a soft golden glow. One entire wall was covered in books, a small living room set situated next to it with an armchair and side table. The wall opposite was covered in various sized drawers, seemingly made of a dark wood. The high ceiling was supported with metal grated columns with what looked like small bits and pieces of coral living on it. The Doctor waited patiently for her to point it out from his position at the control console.
"It's...bigger on the inside," she said. The Doctor nodded.
"Yes it is,"
"It's alien," Rose ventured further. The Doctor nodded again.
"Yes it is,"
"Are you alien?" Rose asked him, intending it as a joke. Once again, the Doctor nodded.
"Yes I am. But if it makes you feel any better, I'm half-human. On my mother's side." he added. Rose stared at him with wide eyes.
"Are...are you serious?"
"No. Thank Rassilon for that. Can't imagine anything worse than being part human. I'm a Time Lord."
Rose took a step closer to the center of the room, keeping one eye on the Doctor while taking another look at the large room. She noticed a large regal looking staircase at the back of the room, a large symbol resembling infinity etched above it.
"This place is called a TARDIS. T.A.R.D.I.S. Stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space," the Doctor suddenly explained. Rose swallowed a growing lump in her throat.
"Did they kill him?" she asked the Doctor. He blinked owlishly at her. "Mickey. The man I was with. Did they kill him?"
"I...don't know. Didn't think about it." Rose stared at him unbelievably.
"He's my boyfriend! You pulled his head off and you didn't even think about it? And now you're just gonna let him melt?!"
"Melt?" the Doctor turned around, just in time to see the plastic head smile before melting inwards and into the controls. He exclaimed, starting to run around the console while pressing buttons and various levers.
"Nononononononono, not again! Come on old girl, you can do it!" he shouted as the central rotor began working up and down, a loud grinding and wheezing sound vibrating throughout the room. The room shuddered, send a few stray books to the ground, and sending Rose stumbling backwards. The shaking suddenly stopped, causing the Doctor to growl and bound out of the room. Rose followed him, shouting the entire way.
"You can't go back outside! It's not safe! You're gonna get yourself killed!" she stepped outside and stopped. The Doctor was standing a few feet away from Rose, seething quietly.
"So close...I was so close, then I lost the signal! Again!"
"We've moved!" Rose said looking around with wide eyes. When they had earlier been in downtown London, the were now at the edge of the river Thames. How could that have happened? Was the strange box a spaceship of some kind? She looked at the Doctor who was still fuming to himself.
"Did it fly?" she asked him. He shook his head.
"Disappeared there and reappeared here. Long and complicated," he muttered, walking past her to stand on the other side of the TARDIS. Rose stood there, a thought suddenly occurring to her.
"I'm going to have to tell his mum," she said slowly. The Doctor looked at her with a raised eyebrow and a confused look on his face. "Mickey. He's dead and you've just and forgotten about him!
"You're right. You are alien," she started to turn away when the Doctor answered.
"If I did forget some kid call Mickey..."
"He's not a kid!" Rose growled as she turned back to face the Doctor.
"It's because I'm trying very hard to save the lives of every one of these little apes mucking about on the face of the Earth, all right?!" the Doctor shouted at her, trying to make her understand that he couldn't worry about one human while the other 6 billion or so were in danger. Rose just stood there and shook her head.
"If you're an alien, how come you sound like you're from Liverpool?" she asked, still not too sure he was an alien. Sure, he had a spaceship that was bigger on the inside than the outside, but he could've just been a genius with too much spare time. The Doctor turned around and stared at her, mouth open slightly.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me. If you are an alien, why do you sound like you are from Liverpool?"
"I can't believe you humans! Somewhere near here is a malevolent being made of plastic intent of animating every little speck of normal plastic to wipe out the entire human race and you're asking me why I have a certain accent?!"
"Sorry I asked!" Rose snapped at him. She watched the Doctor put his forehead against the side of his TARDIS. Rose cleared her throat.
"What's a police public call box?" she asked him. She might as well learn what she could for the heck of it. This was a once in a lifetime thing, if he really was an alien. The Doctor turned his head towards her, lingering annoyance slowly being replaced by amusement. She was taking the entire matter rather well compared to other people he had met in his travels. That and she seemed to have a short attention span, switching from one mood to another. Women, he mentally sighed. He straightened up and placed a hand on the side of the TARDIS.
"It's a police box from the 1950's. The TARDIS is supposed to be able to disguise itself wherever it lands, but the circuit responsible for it got stuck. It's been like this for so long, I've grown quite fond of it."
"Alright. Spaceship that's bigger on the inside, living plastic that wants to take over the world, and I'm talking to an alien from who-knows-where. What's the plastic got against humans?" Rose asked. The Doctor smiled and walked a bit closer to her.
"Nothing. It loves the human race and this little planet. All of your toxins and dioxins in the air, all the oil and different minerals in the ground, they love your planet,"
"But why are they here?"
"Their feeding planet was lost in the War, and they've been here before, so Earth equals dinner. Simple as that." the Doctor answered. Rose felt that it wasn't that simple, and that there might've been something he wasn't telling her, but she didn't bring it up. Instead, she cleared her throat and asked another question.
"Do you have some sorta miraculous plan to boot them off the planet?"
"Not really, no." he shrugged. Rose raised an eyebrow. Obviously not too much of a genius, she thought. "I'm going to talk to the Consciousness and hopefully get him to leave peacefully."
"How much of a chance do you give that actually working?"
"Not very much. If it doesn't, I'm afraid I'll have to use this," he pulled out a glass tube filled with a blue liquid from inside his jacket. "AntiPlastic. Completely disintegrates the molecular structure of the plastic. Now to the main problem I face,"
"Which would be?" Rose asked as the Doctor walked a short way away and looked around.
"Finding it. If I could locate the transmitter, the Nestene would be right underneath. It needs a boost for it's signal so it can control every bit of plastic. How could you hide something that large in a city this small?"
London? Small? What was his comparison? She cleared her throat.
"What does it look like?"
"What does what look like?"
"The transmitter,"
"Like a transmitter. Large, round, somewhere very near here. Somewhere right in the middle of London," he described, walking behind the TARDIS and leaning his back against the railing preventing his from falling into the river. Rose raised an eyebrow. Right behind the Doctor, on the other side of the Thames was the London Eye. It was big, round, and almost in the middle of London. She suppressed a laugh. The London Eye was a transmitter for a plastic alien? The Doctor noticed Rose staring at something behind him. He turned around and looked, then turned back to Rose.
"What are you looking at?" he asked. God he's thick! she thought. She pointed to the Eye. He turned around again, turning back towards Rose with a large grin on his face.
"Brilliant!"