Sorry about the long wait! Thanks to all those who have stuck with me so far. Keep it up and if you have any suggestions, send me a PM! And I apologize for the shortness of the chapter.
Chapter 4
"It's all right. I guess I just figured that every man was the same: Just a lying, cheating, manipulative prick. But then you came along and I thought you were sweet, handsome, kind, and charming. I guess I was off about a few things… But I'm willing to try us again, if you are." Genevieve looked at Jack through her eyelashes.
He took her hands and she stood up. He had a serious look on his face, but a glint of mischief in his eyes.
"I hoped you'd say that!" He said, smiling. Genevieve laughed, kissing him. He twirled her around as they kissed. And so that's how Genevieve and Jack were… Until the day the Daleks came.
Genevieve and Jack ran through the hallway, each having escaped their game shows.
"There's no way we'll both outrun them. Only one of us can escape through this." Jack pointed to the large air vent.
"No! Jack, I won't leave you! I won't!" Genevieve said, tears running down her face.
"You have to, Evie." He opened the vent and pushed her inside, despite her protests.
"Just stay quiet and crawl to the Doctor and Rose." He kissed her, closed the vent behind her, and sealed it shut.
"No, Jack! You have to come with me, please!" She couldn't see through her constant tears.
"I can't. They're here already." He turned around, and Genevieve shrunk into the shadows.
"Exterminate! Exterminate!" The robot voice of the Daleks shouted, echoing off the walls.
"I love you, Genevieve Tyler." Jack said.
"I love you too," She whispered to him. Then, a bright flash of light enveloped Jack and he went limp.
She bit her lip to keep from screaming out in agony. She saw his corpse through her never-ending tears. She felt her heart shattering into a million pieces and her world changing. Frightened and grief stricken, she lay flat in the vent and silently cried herself to sleep. A brilliant light startled her awake. She found the vent was open, and Jack's body was gone.
Confused and still sad, she wiped the tears off her face and ran out. She turned a corner and stopped in her tracks. The light came from the TARDIS. It illuminated her and the Doctor. She saw them kiss and a smile crossed her face.
"Genevieve!" A familiar voice called to her.
She turned around, shocked.
"But that's impossible! You're dead! How is it that you're –?" She never finished her sentence. The TARDIS kicked into gear and she turned around to watch it go. When she turned back around, no one was there.
"I knew it! I'm going insane. I was just imagining him, that's all." She shook her head to clear it. "But how am I supposed to get back home?" She asked herself.
A loud creaking above her made her look up. A long metal pipe began to fall from the ceiling. She tried to dodge it, but it hit her square on the head. She blacked out, never seeing the TARDIS return for her. She never saw the Doctor pull her out from under the pipe and curse himself for leaving her behind. She never saw the tears streaking down Rose's face. She never saw Jack's face one last time before they went off. She would have, if she'd only opened her eyes. But she didn't. And she forgot her whole life and everyone in it that day. Even Jack, who she promised herself that she would never forget.
Genevieve awoke in a strange place. She blinked, confused and her head was throbbing.
"Good afternoon." A strange silver haired woman in scrubs said, smiling at her. Genevieve looked around for another person.
"Yes, I'm talking to you." The woman said, gently.
"M-me?" Genevieve said, shakily.
"Mmm-hmm." The woman smiled again.
"But, who am I?" She asked.
"You're name, as I was told, is Genevieve Tyler. Sister of Rose Tyler, daughter of Jackie and the late Pete Tyler." The woman read off of a clipboard. Genevieve's brow furrowed, making her head hurt even more.
"It's a lot to process, I know. Especially after losing as much memory as you have."
"I'm sorry, did you say I've lost my memory?" Genevieve asked, her heart rate rising. A machine beeped loudly, scaring her half to death. She jumped, making another machine beep and felt pain all along her arms from where wires were embedded in her arms and legs.
"Relax, Miss Tyler. You're in good hands here. I promise." The woman put her wrinkled hand on Genevieve's shoulder. Something about the woman made Genevieve trust her.
She did as the woman asked, and lay back down. The machines went back to beeping softly. A blonde haired young woman walked in.
"Hello. I was just wondering if my sister was all right." She said, concern in her eyes.
"Your sister has a bad case of amnesia, so it's best to take things slow with her." The woman said.
"Will she ever get her memory back?" The blonde (whom Genevieve assumed was her sister, Rose) asked.
The woman shrugged, "Only time will tell. She remembers the basics, but much of her long-term memory and short-term has been severely damaged. That means anything or anyone she's met before she hit her head don't exist in her mind." Rose looked sad.
"So, for example, if she met someone… Like a man and fell in love with him, she wouldn't remember anything?" Rose asked. The silver haired woman nodded, solemnly.
Sorry about this, I really am. I have the biggest writer's block right now and could use some ideas. If you have any, my avid readers, please post them in your reviews and/or PM me. Thanks and have a great MLK day! Lotsa love!
-musicis4ever
