A/N
Disclaimer: I'm going to pretend I'm six years old to add a little simplicity. Who owns Doctor Who? I don't own Doctor Who. Mummy, can I have my pocket money? Please?
This chapter is going to be dedicated to worms. You'll find out why later in the chapter.
Who cares about nine? Thirteen's now my favourite chapter. Unlucky Shmlucky. I like Thirteen.
And we're walking…
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"I may not kill you," Phantom told the Doctor, "But I will do this. You will be trapped here. I hope to Rassilon you enjoy it, Sh'lotuk."
Phantom dropped the flaming match.
It was immediate.
A fire screamed into life, encompassing the large puddle of paraffin and spreading from the ground to up Phantom's body like some kind of backwards river. It was a sickening sight; the flames licked at Phantom's tanned skin in a passionate dance of burning and destroying, eating the flesh without remorse. It was so sickening it was almost beautiful, in a twisted sense of the word.
Rose stood still, just staring at the horrible sight, captured. And then she scented the ghastly smell of burning flesh, and gave an involuntary step back. The Doctor, on the other hand, ran forwards, in a lopsided fashion due to his injury, towards the flames.
"Doctor!" she yelled over the flames. Funny how she'd never thought flames would be loud. But they were; they seemed to demand attention as they flickered and spat and roared their fury to the world.
It was quite a scary sight to see Phantom engulfed by these raging flames.
It was an even scarier sight to see the Doctor run into the inferno, half-vanishing in the smoke.
"Doctor!" she yelled again, starting to get anxious. She dropped the Doctor's jacket, which she had hastily folded and placed under her arm when she helped the Doctor walk forward. She took a deep breath, and started to run into the flames after the Doctor.
She stopped before she entered the flames. The Doctor was staggering back out of the flames, singed, hair blackened and face smudged, clutching his chest with one hand and the transporter with the other. He swayed alarmingly, and Rose rushed to place her arm under his shoulders to support him. She helped him stagger away from the fire back to the other four people, picking up the Doctor's coat on the way back.
When she stopped next to Mickey, the Doctor sagged to the ground and relinquished his death grip on the device. Rose gasped as she saw the Doctor's badly burnt hand, which was now protectively hovering over his bleeding wound. Bleeding. Worry almost engulfed Rose, but with considerable effort she pushed it aside. There were greater things to deal with at the moment.
He looked up at her with still-inquisitive brown eyes. "S-screwdriver," he whispered.
Rose reached into her pocket obediently, pulling out the sonic screwdriver and handing it to him without a word. The Doctor scanned the device with the screwdriver; and Rose only then noticed the boils on the device. It wasn't fireproof. How was that possible? It was a device that travelled through universes- how could it not be fireproof?
"This is the device you will use to return to your universe," Jorax told her.
Rose's eyes widened. Jorax had created it. He'd been the smart one when it came to it; she had been able to tell. Jorax had created the device. And, as Rose had conveniently found out, Jorax was bad. So why would he bother making it fireproof? Yep. He wouldn't. Because if he didn't make it fireproof, it could make the situation more difficult for the Doctor- and it was making the situation more difficult.
"Rose," the Doctor's voice brought Rose out of her musing.
"Yeah?" Rose glanced at him, concern radiating through her voice.
"Th-the transporter," the Doctor started, voice growing even weaker. "It'll only l-last one more j-j-journey."
"It can only work one more time?" she tried to hide her shock and disappointment.
"Fire… burnt it. It's damaged, Rose… we have to return now. Or it won't work again." The Doctor continued to use the sonic screwdriver to try to fix it. He glanced up at Rose's silence. "Do… do you want to come with me?" it was spoken hesitantly, uncertainly, and he refused to make eye contact.
Rose didn't bother glancing at her family, Mickey or Jake, who were standing over them, listening in. "Of course I'm coming," she confirmed.
The Doctor's eyes lit up with joy at Rose's words. "W-we have to leave now, Rose."
Rose felt torn. "Do I have time to say goodbye?" she asked, hopeful, but still wary of his wound.
The Doctor buzzed the screwdriver. "N-not long."
Rose turned and stood quickly. If she didn't have long to say goodbye, she had to do it quickly. She faced Jake first. The light-haired man gave her a warm smile.
"Jake Simmonds," Rose stated.
"Rose," Jake replied, eyes twinkling.
She hugged Jake, who returned the embrace. "You're a great friend," she said to him, pulling back. "I'll miss you." She turned to Mickey, once her boyfriend, now one of her closest friends and confidants. She felt tears start to gather at the corners of her eyes. "Mickey," she whispered. "I'll miss you too."
Mickey hugged her, and she leaned into the embrace, closing her eyes. "I'll miss you too, Rose."
Rose grinned, moving back. "I hope that thing you've got with Sharon works out."
Mickey looked surprised for a second, before smiling warmly. "You'd better make sure the Doctor looks after you, yeah?"
"Yeah," Rose tried not to sniff.
"Rose," the Doctor muttered, still crouched on the ground. "Not much longer."
Rose nodded and spun around to Pete. "Dad…" she whispered.
"Come here, Rose," Pete said to her, pulling her into a comforting, warm embrace. She gave a sob, putting her face in the crook of her father's shoulder. "I love you," she choked out, voice muffled, "Dad."
She felt Pete smile. "I love you too, Rose."
She grinned and sniffed.
"Rose," the Doctor warned. "We h-have to go."
She quickly broke off the hug and faced her mother. She paused, not knowing what to say. She opened her mouth, closed it. Opened it again.
"No need to say anything, Rose," Jackie breathed. "Just… be happy, yeah?"
Rose felt a tear run down her cheek. "Yeah, Mum." She gave her mother a long hug, not sobbing; she didn't want to spoil the moment. "I…I love you."
"I know," Jackie whispered. "I love you too."
"Rose!" the Doctor gave a croaked yell.
Jackie turned to him as if wanting to give the Doctor a piece of her mind, but thought better of it. She thought better of it. Jackie had refused an offer to argue with the Doctor, and it suddenly sunk in that Rose would never see her Mum or Dad again.
"You could come with us…" Rose tried.
"No," Jackie shook her head. "I belong with Pete. And he belongs here."
"But-"
"No," Jackie said gently.
"Rose!" another insistent call from the Doctor, along with a hacking cough. Jackie and Rose both glanced at him in concern.
Jackie turned back to Rose. "Listen," Rose's mother muttered to her quickly, "The Master… after you left, he came back. Gave us a device. Said that we could contact you with it."
Rose had a sudden flashback.
Another man, hiding in shadows, walked out and handed Rose a different device, slightly smaller, looking almost like a light bulb except a pale blue in colour. Rose grabbed it, and stared at the old man in confusion.
"Thankyou," Rose said, then upon realising who it was, grinned. "Thanks, Officer."
"It's a communication device," the Master told her. "It'll enable conversation between different universes, but only when both ends have a device such as this. I'll be giving one to your family after you leave."
Rose smiled, a load off her mind, even though it brought back memories of the Officer. At least she'd be able to speak to her family again. "Where is it?" she asked Jackie.
"Back at home," Jackie replied. "Along with…" she trailed off, looking worried.
"Heather will be fine," Rose comforted. "She's a Tyler."
"Yeah," Jackie said softly.
"Just do me a favour, yeah?" Rose requested. "Tell her about me."
Jackie grinned this time. "Yeah… I will."
"Rose!" the Doctor tried to yell, but gasped in pain again.
"Bye," Rose announced to all of them, and crouched down beside the Doctor, noticing with growing concern that the bloodstain was still spreading. How much blood had he lost? How much blood would he lose?
She was about to put her hand over the device to start it, but the Doctor held her back, addressing Jackie.
"The Master…" he started coughing, and Rose put her hand to his back to support him, her concern rising again. "He's… he might die. He could survive. I-I … don't know." The Doctor paused for a gasp of air. "… Bye, all!" And he pressed Rose's hand down on the device, his unburnt hand above it.
Rose watched as her mother, father and friends faded from sight, and then closed her eyes.
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The journey through the void seemed to be both longer and shorter than the Doctor remembered. Longer because it seemed to be slower because of the condition the device was in. Shorter because the pain in his chest made everything else seem inconsequential. He didn't dare open his eyes- he couldn't; the fiery sensation in his chest was overriding all his other senses, so much so that his eyes remained in permanent crinkles to show his pain. But even if he could, a spinning vortex of dark colours wasn't something he was in the mood for.
He felt a shift, and smelt the fresh air that indicated they'd reached the other side. He hit the ground hard, and his knife wound flared; a fiery, burning pain that almost overwhelmed him. He rolled over, groaning, placing a hand to his side. Okay. So maybe he'd overdone it.
"Doctor!" a voice demanded the Doctor's attention. He grinned inwardly. Rose Tyler.
He glanced at her. Rose's face was stained by the smoke that had been from the fire, her top with smudges of blood and dirt on it. The blood, he realised, was Time Lord. He could smell the rusty scent of the blood- and he could tell it wasn't human blood. He sniffed, wrinkling his nose at the same time. It was the Officer's blood, with smidgens of his own blood in the mix.
"Doctor?" the sweet voice persisted.
"Rose," he groaned.
He sniffed again. Something didn't seem right. Sure, they both smelt like fire, but this smell… it was as if something was burning. And that wasn't possible. Unless…
He glanced at the device, which was spitting sparks to no end. "Rose," he demanded. "Help me up."
Rose must have sensed the desperate note in his voice, for she silently and swiftly placed her arm under his shoulders and hauled him up.
As dizziness made him sway, he whispered in a confused awe, "You have muscles."
Rose snorted, following along, trying to hide her worry, but failing. "That's what you normally get when you have to drag Doctors around universes."
The Doctor focused on her snort. Why had she snorted? Ah, yes. He had stated that she had muscles. Well, what was so bad about that? The Doctor had been able to feel them as she helped him get to his feet. And it wasn't as if muscles were dangerous. Unless they were assisting someone to punch you, of course. Then they were dangerous. "Are you going to punch me?" he asked her.
Rose frowned at him in confusion. "No," was all she said.
"Well, that's quite a relief." He sniffed the air again. Burning… stench… yucky… stronger… stronger… still yucky… stronger… He glanced back at the device with curiosity. Why was the device burning? "Ooh!" the Doctor announced upon figuring it out, holding up one hand and shaking it around in the air like some crazed football fan. "It's gonna blow!"
Rose stared at him in surprise. "Blow?"
But he was too busy staring at his hand to listen to her. It wriggled. It made funny movements as it wriggled in the air. It wriggled some more. Was his hand a worm? It wormed like a worm. Was his hand supposed to worm like a worm? Was his hand supposed to wriggle then worm like a worm? He turned his head to the side in amazement as he realised something. "Rose," he said in pride, "My hand's worming!"
Rose just stared at him.
"You know… worming?" She had to know what worming was, right? How could she not know? "Worms, you know? The invertebrates? Worms?"
"Worms?" she stated, somewhat disbelieving.
"Yeah, worms!" the Doctor grinned. "Those slimy little things that wriggle a lot? Live under the ground? Yeah?"
"Worms?" she repeated, still disbelieving.
"Yeah! Under the ground!" he paused, considering something else that Rose had to find at least the slight bit interesting. "Did you know there're people called worm charmers? Yeah, they try to get worms out from the ground." The Doctor grinned madly. "Some of them tap dance. A little tap dance to get worms out of the ground? Yeah, no problem!" he had to stop talking to breath in air, ignoring the flaring of pain that accompanied it. "There's even a worm charming competition! How cool is that?"
Rose only blinked.
"And there's a festival! Guess what it's called, Rose! Guess!" the Doctor paused for a millisecond. "It's called the Worm Gruntin' festival! And it started in Florida… in a place called Sopchoppy! Sopchoppy! Brilliant name, Sopchoppy. Sopchoppy, Sopchoppy, Sopchoppy. And Sopchoppy says that Sopchoppy is the Worm Gruntin' Capital of the World! Sopchoppy, the Worm Gruntin' capital!"
"Doctor," Rose said slowly, as if talking to a child. "Are you okay?"
"Sopchoppy!" he bellowed, stopping when the pain made him stop. He raised his eyebrows when Rose started moving towards the TARDIS, forcing him to come with her. "What was I talking about?" he asked, confused. "Ah! That's right!" he wriggled his hand again. "Worming hand!"
"Doctor," Rose muttered, tone disapproving, still moving towards the TARDIS.
He felt somewhat hurt. "It is!" he exclaimed. "It's worming! I'm not tricking!"
And, as if to prove the Doctor wasn't tricking, the device, like he had expected, glowed brighter and promptly blew up.
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Rose had heard of the term 'waking up to a world of pain', but she'd never fully appreciated it until now. She let out a small moan as she tried to recall what had happened, and tried not to give in to the nausea she was feeling.
"It is!" he exclaimed. "It's worming! I'm not tricking!"
No. He wasn't tricking. He was just delirious. From the pain probably; but delirious all the same. She opened her mouth to say something back, but the Doctor's head spun around to face the device. She followed suit. The device was glowing, building up from a dull glow to a whining bright glow. The whine grew louder, and suddenly stopped. Her eyes narrowed, and she knew instinctively that something was about to happen; a loud whining noise that abruptly cuts off was most definitely bad news. The device exploded, sending the Doctor and herself flying backwards. She hit something solid with a sharp jolt, and she knew no more.
Doctor...
The Doctor!
She opened her eyes, closing them immediately when the world appeared upside down, and began spinning, rotation after strange rotation. She cracked her lids open, slower this time, and the world righted; they were on the stingray-planet, the same place they had been when they had decided to go to the alternate universe. She moved her head to the side, realising that she'd knocked herself out because she'd crashed into the TARDIS. She felt the back of her head. Sure enough, a large lump protruded from the back of her head, tender to the touch. She winced. The TARDIS was definitely sturdy, to say the least.
She turned around, searching for the Doctor. There he was, lying a meter away from her, on his stomach, hair still blackened and face towards Rose. She used her hands to push herself to a crouching position, expecting and waiting out the dizziness that followed. She probably had a concussion. Good for her. Rose stood shakily, reaching a hand out to lean on the TARDIS' wooden exterior to keep her balance. She took a deep breath of air, and staggered towards the Doctor. She bent over, not daring to crouch lest she couldn't get up again.
He was still alive, that she could sense. She nudged him softly. "Doctor," she whispered. No reply. "Doctor," she tried again, this time a bit louder, but to no avail. Concern rising, she gently turned the Doctor over. A stain of red on the ground marked where his chest had been, and his head lolled to the side. Still bleeding? The wound was worse than she had first thought. "Doctor!" she called out. The Doctor gave a tiny groan, barely audible, but did not wake. She looked at the injury he'd gained again. She had to get him help. The med-lab. There was a med-lab in the TARDIS; she had to get the Doctor there.
Rose placed one of his arms over her shoulders, and placed her own arm underneath his shoulders. There, that part was easy. Now for the hard part. She straightened her legs slowly, feeling her knees pop because she was supporting his weight as well. Awkwardly, head still swirling, she half-carried, half-dragged him to the TARDIS. She tried to tug open the TARDIS' door. It didn't open, and Rose remembered she had to unlock it. She reached below her shirt, pulling out the string with the key attached. She couldn't help the grin. First time back unlocking and opening the TARDIS. She placed the key in the slot and rotated it until she heard the familiar tiny click. She swung open the door, letting the key dangle over her jacket.
She stared at the narrow entrance for a second, before she walked in sideways; the Doctor's feet dragging along the ground as she hauled- carried –him inside the huge ship. The TARDIS hummed a greeting to her, making her smile back and whisper, "Hello." She'd gotten a grasp of the TARDIS' unique communications after a while, and she had almost forgotten the rhythmic and soothing quality of it. She hadn't exactly focused on it when she had been in the TARDIS just mere days before. She continued to walk, holding up the Doctor, to the med-lab, but a wave of vertigo so powerful rocked through her and caused her to fall to her knees, the Doctor becoming loosened from her grip and falling onto the floor of the TARDIS. He let out a groan, while the TARDIS vibrated in concern.
She closed her eyes as the vertigo slowly faded, reopening them when the nauseas sensation had ended. Okay. Recheck on that plan. There was no way she could possibly walk, lugging the Doctor, all the way to the medical facility, not if she couldn't walk with him a couple of metres. She sighed glumly. The TARDIS must have sensed her discomfort, for the living ship hummed reassurance to her.
Right then. If she couldn't get the Doctor to the medical bay, she had to get him somewhere else. This particular planet, while beautiful, had no other medical facilities to get to. Which left only one option. Could she fly the TARDIS? She'd seen the Doctor do it enough, but she didn't understand the Gallifreyan words that crossed the screen, because the Doctor had never translated it for her. But… maybe… if she could get the TARDIS to translate it for her, she'd be able to fly it. As if reading her mind, the TARDIS hummed in agreement, and Rose suddenly found the screens change to bursts of English. She stood up, wobbling over to the console, and stared at the screen. Incomprehensible amounts of words passed across the screen in unreadably fast torrents, and it was all she could do to hold back the nausea that made itself known to her. Too much movement. The screens were dizzying.
And Rose remembered: the Doctor could read a whole book in less than five seconds. It wasn't really surprising that he would be able to read everything that emerged on the screen with little difficulty, and understand it. "Could you… slow it down?" she asked the TARDIS, feeling slightly weird.
The TARDIS whined, and the words on the screen slowed to much more manageable, and readable, levels. "Okay," Rose muttered to herself, leaning against the TARDIS controls as a wave of light-headedness passed through her. When it ended, she focused her gaze at the controls. To start, she had to figure out where she would go. Her first response would be New Earth, but she didn't know exactly where New Earth was located. So maybe just go to Earth. Earth had medics. Next; how was she supposed to set the travel instructions? Turning back to the screen as something caught her eye, Rose peered at the one word that flashed continually.
Galaxy: …
Alright, so she had to enter the galaxy first. How? She tried pressing a couple of buttons near the screen, but winced as one emitted a high screeching sound for several long seconds. So the random pressing of buttons was a bad idea. She moved over to the levers and other things that the Doctor had normally used to set the times. She glanced closely at the levers, looking for some kind of display that showed where to pull, or push, the lever to. There was no such guide. It occurred to Rose then that the TARDIS did have a degree of psychic connection that was involved. So why would that change? She closed her eyesand pulled the lever downward, thinking Milky Way all the while. When she opened her eyes, she gave a sigh of relief at the words on the screen.
Travel Request:
Galaxy: Enabled. Milky Way, 45307-OG.
System: …
She looked at the next lever. This time, she pushed it forwards, thinking of The Solar System. She opened her eyes again, and turned towards the screen.
Travel Request:
Galaxy: Enabled. Milky Way, 45307-OG.
System: Enabled. Yeksnoft, 7381352-OS.
Planet: …
She raised her eyebrow. Yeksnoft. Weird name. Although, if she thought about it rationally, her race had named it 'the solar system', which, admittedly, was quite bland. Second-last lever. She closed her eyes again, and pulled down the lever, repeating 'Earth, Earth, Earth' in her head. Opening her eyes, she frowned in confusion
Travel Request:
Galaxy: Enabled. Milky Way, 45307-OG.
System: Enabled. Yeksnoft, 7381352-OS.
Planet: Disabled. Reset Parameters.
She closed her eyes again and thought of Earth. But, once again, the same thing flashed before her eyes. Reset Parameters… Reset Parameters… She tried again. And when that didn't work, she tried a fourth time. Still not working. "Why won't you work!" she announced in frustration, wincing as pain crossed her head. The TARDIS hummed something in reply, and Rose's eyes widened. She had put in the wrong Solar System?
She turned back to the second lever. This time, she pulled it down, thinking of the solar system. Again, she looked up.
Travel Request:
Galaxy: Enabled. Milky Way, 45307-OG.
System: Enabled. Yeksnoft, 7381352-OS.
Planet: …
She gave a sigh of disappointment. And promptly tried again. When that also didn't work, she ceased movement and pondered. What if 'The Solar System' wasn't the name the Time Lords had put in the TARDIS? She smiled as the humming of the TARDIS indicated she was on the right track. Almost instantly after that, she frowned. So the Time Lords had changed the name of the Solar System. How was she going to figure out the name?
Well, she might as well start with guessing. But, after five failed ideas, one being 'Humans', she hit the console with a fist in anger.
The TARDIS hummed her something else, which made her brown eyes stretch wide. The Doctor had nicknamed some of the systems? She grinned. How typical. And, again, she frowned. The Doctor, in his exuberant and wild personality, could have put anything as the nickname. The TARDIS cut into her thoughts with a gentle buzz, and placed a thought at the top of her mind. Slightly speechless, she tried it, pushing the lever forwards, and glancing back towards the screen.
Travel Request:
Galaxy: Enabled. Milky Way, 45307-OG.
System: Enabled. Rose's, 8305905-OS.
Planet: …
She gave a shocked gasp. She hadn't really expected that to work. She stared lovingly at the unconscious Doctor for several long moments. "Thanks," she whispered at last. She felt a tear run down her face, and she brushed at it. Focus on her emotions later. First, she had to get the Doctor some help.
Next lever. Think of Earth.
Travel Request:
Galaxy: Enabled. Milky Way, 4563007-OG.
System: Enabled. Rose's, 8305905-OS.
Planet: Enabled. Earth, 03-FS.
Date: …
She grinned, suddenly giddy. She was about to fly the TARDIS! She was setting the controls, about to fly the TARDIS! She sobered, though, upon realising that the Doctor wouldn't really be aware of it. She kept her eyes open as she pulled the last lever, thinking of the same date it had been just before she had left- 27 December, 2007. She read the screen.
Travel Request:
Galaxy: Enabled. Milky Way, 45307-OG.
System: Enabled. Rose's, 8305905-OS.
Planet: Enabled. Earth, 03-FS.
Date: Enabled. 27.12, 2007-AD.
City: …
Well, that was an easy one. London, of course. But there was no levers left- she'd already used them all. But next to the lever was a little knobbly-thing, so she turned that and pictured London in all its glory.
Travel Request:
Galaxy: Enabled. Milky Way, 45307-OG.
System: Enabled. Rose's, 8305905-OS.
Planet: Enabled. Earth, 03-FS.
Date: Enabled. 27.12, 2007-AD.
City: Enabled. London, 2471-GB.
Immediately, the TARDIS' centre began to move up and down, and she let out a relieved sigh, and massaged her aching head, while trying to hold back the nausea. She'd almost forgotten that she had a concussion. Well, she remembered now.
But she was flying the TARDIS! She smiled widely, and glanced again at the Doctor, as she grabbed on to the console in preparation for what could, and probably would, be a rough voyage. The Doctor was still unconscious, and she stared resolutely at him. "I promise, Doctor," Rose whispered. "I'll get help."
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TBC…
A/N
So, enjoy it? I sure enjoyed writing it. And the worm-thing- it's all true. Go look it up if you don't believe me. When I read it, I burst out laughing, thinking 'Oh, yeah, this is for the Doctor.'
And now, a special once-in-a-lifetime chance to get inside my thoughts. Okay, I've got a question for all those curious. In this chapter, the TARDIS' screen shows a travel request.
'Travel Request:
Galaxy: Enabled. Milky Way, 45307-OG.
System: Enabled. Rose's, 8305905-OS.
Planet: Enabled. Earth, 03-FS.
Date: Enabled. 27.12, 2007-AD.
City: Enabled. London, 2471-GB.'
Now, I'm sure everyone can guess what AD stands for, but can you guess the others? Whoever gets one or more correct will have the next chapter dedicated to them.
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