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Chapter 4:

"Today you stand before the Grand Council of Gallifrey to be charged for your crimes."

The Doctor blocked out the noise of the booming voice. He didn't want to hear it. Didn't need to hear it. He had done nothing wrong. Instead he focused on the taste of blood in his mouth, and the pain that was erupting all over his body. They had caught him, and given him a good beating before dragging him before the council. Several more beatings had followed after he had refused to answer their questions. However, he had gotten off pretty light. The man next to him lay on his side in a pool of blood. His wild brown hair was sticky with the dark liquid, and his face was swollen from several savage lacerations. It was the face of his full Time Lord twin.

"You will now be read your list of crimes, and I would like to remind you that all rights as a Gallifreyan citizen have been revoked, and the laws of Gallifrey no longer protect you."

A deep voice began drawling on about the full Time Lord Doctors crimes for meddling with time, falling in love with a human, and creating a meta crisis clone. The Doctor burned with anger at this. They talked about him as if he were a Dalek.

"-As punishment for your crimes you, and the meta crisis, will be sentenced to death."

Fear gripped the Doctors human heart as two big gallifreyan guards grabbed him. He kicked out hoping to make contact with one of them, so they would release him from their grip.

"No you can't kill me!" he screamed. "I didn't choose to be this way!"

The Council members eyed him coldly. One of the older members slammed his hand down on the table and screeched "You are an abomination to us all. You are half human filth who cannot control the laws of time and you will be exterminated!"

Another pair of guards grabbed the full Time Lord Doctor and held him up on his knees. He raised his head slowly as a man brandishing a large club stepped behind him. The Time Lord closed his eyes and a solitary tear made its way down his bloodstained cheek.

"Rose."

A scream escaped The Doctors mouth as he watched the club come down on the Time Lord, and then there was blood.

Lots of blood.

It rolled across the floor in hot, sticky waves, soaking his tattered paint legs. He felt bile rising to his throat, and he chocked it back. The Doctor heard a thud as the guards dropped the lifeless body to the ground, and moved away. He took a tentative look through half closed eyes. Golden light began washing over his Time Lord twin, but it still didn't mask the gore that was the other Doctor. Minutes ticked by as he watched his duplicate change. His stiff spiky hair became long and floppy, and his face became younger. A gasp erupted from the him as the golden light dispersed. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, and raised his blood soaked head to look at his human twin. The Time Lord gave him a sorrowful look, his green eyes full of pain. He opened his mouth to call out to him, but no words came. Instead there was a sick crack as the guard slammed his club down over the human Doctor, and a strangled scream escaped his mouth.

Then there was darkness….

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The Doctor sat up in bed his heart beating rapidly. He struggled to suck in air for his burning lungs. He looked around wildly for a way to escape. Then it hit him.

"A dream," he mumbled to himself. "It was all a dream."

He threw the sheets off, and got out of bed. He needed to move around and shake off the feeling of that dream. The hallways were quiet with patches of moonlight throwing dark shadows in all directions. He wandered down the shadowy corridor till he reached the door to Roses room. He thought about waking her and telling her about his dream, but he kept walking till he reached the bathroom. He locked the door and stripped out of his pajama's, and turned the water on. Steam began to fill the bathroom and fog up the mirrors. He wiped away the steam, and looked at himself in the mirror. Exhaustion. That's all he could see reflected in his eyes. An exhausted human who didn't look very brilliant. How could Rose possibly love him over his Time Lord self? The voices of all the Time Lord councilors seemed to reverberate through his skull making it ache.

The shower water was hot on his sensitive skin, but he didn't dare turn it down. Scalding, or not, it took his mind off of the dream. By the time he actually finished his skin was an angry red, and the dream was all but lost to the more current pain. The Doctor grabbed a fluffy pink towel, the staple color of the Tyler family, and gently patted his burning skin till it was dry. His hair was next. He took the towel to it then rummaged around in the cabinets till he found a suitable hair product that he could only assume belonged to Pete. He ran the product through his hair till it was back to it's glorious gravity defying state. With the pink towel tied firmly around his waist he wandered back down the hall to his room, and began digging through the shopping bags to find something suitable to wear.

The suit was his first choice, but he decided it would probably make Rose happier if he wore one of the shirts and jeans she had picked out for him. He picked out a plain black tee-shirt with 'for the love of science' scrolled across the front in white letters. There was a picture of a molecular structure under the lettering, which elicited a smirk from him. Rose was clever, very clever. He pulled the shirt over his head, and slipped into a pair of boxers that were covered in planets, his idea of course. Next came jeans. He held the denim fabric in his hands and puzzled over his situation. The Doctor in jeans.

No.

He shook his head pushing away that though. The human Doctor in jeans, with Rose Tyler. That sounded much better. He finished dressing, and even put on a pair of black trainers. Once he was dressed he looked himself over in the mirror that sat in the corner of the room. He looked different, but not bad different, just… different. He didn't feel like much of a Time Lord anymore, but he still fostered a tiny spark of hope that working somewhere like Torchwood would make him feel more like himself. He would have to talk to Pete about a possible job opening of some kind. He looked at the clock. It was only three-eighteen in the morning. Approximately five hours and forty-two minutes till Rose's alarm would go off, and she would wake up. Now he just had to find something to do until she woke up…

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When Roses alarm finally went off the Doctor let out an exasperated sigh as he pulled himself of the ground in front of her door. He had almost run out of things to do and was on the verge of dismantling the toaster to make a new sonic screwdriver. The dream had slowly crept back into the forefront of his mind, and he struggled to push it away as he rocked back and forth in front of Rose's door waiting for her to emerge. She jumped back in surprise as she bumped into him. She squinted at him still not fully awake.

"Wha- What are you doing up so early," she mumbled, stifling a yawn.

"Well," the Doctor began, drawing out the e sound like he always did. "Didn't want to waste a second of the daylight on this strange parallel world so I though I would get up and search the internet for information regarding this planets history, play a game of chess with myself, read the entire Harry Potter series. Oh! Rose the Harry Potter books here are so much different than the ones in your world. Well I say your world, but I suppose this is your world now… anyways! How about some breakfast? I can make something delicious. I'm a brilliant cook. Did I ever tell you about the time I accidentally created the crape?"

Rose stood in her doorway waiting for him to take a breath, or keel over from lack of oxygen. A few minutes later after two or three, Rose was barely listening, of his stories about creating something or another by accident he finally stopped for air, and Rose seized the opportunity to speak.

"Doctor I need to take a shower, but I would love some breakfast, so if you'll give me thirty minutes I'll be down and we can eat." She didn't wait for a response and instead pushed past him to the bathroom.

The Doctor stood there staring after her his mouth still agape, ready to spout more minutia. His heart sank as he heard the bathroom door shut and lock. Maybe she didn't find him as interesting as his full Time Lord self. After all he never remembered her cutting him off like that before. She had agreed to his offer of breakfast though, and with that he ran down the stairs into the kitchen to begin preparing the best breakfast Rose Tyler had ever eaten.

When Rose finally made her way downstairs, dressed and awake, she was shocked at what she saw. The kitchen was a mess, but more importantly the table was pilled high with pancakes, eggs, bacon, crapes, and what Rose could only describe as the fanciest waffles in the entirety of London. Her mum was already awake and seated at the table helping herself, and Tony, to the mountain of food. The Doctor, with flour smudges on his face, and a pink apron fastened to him, stood beaming at her.

"Good Morning," he sang as he attempted to clean up the mess he had made. "Help yourself to anything. I made everything homemade, well…. except for the syrup. Aren't any maple tree's here."

"It smells delicious," Rose exclaimed, breathing in the heavenly smell of breakfast.

"It tastes delicious too," Jackie added spooning another bite of eggs into Tony's mouth before helping herself to another pancake.

Rose took a seat at the table and began heaping food onto her plate. The Doctor abandoned his mess, and sat down at the table to join her. Pete came down a few minutes later, spotting the mess. He tried to protest, but Jackie just shushed him, and told him to grab a plate. Pretty soon the mansion staff, under invitation from the Doctor, and the whole Tyler family were happily gorging themselves on delectable foods.

"D'is is fantastic," Rose mumbled around the last remaining mouthful of waffles. She had managed to down about four before the time caught up with her.

The Doctor gave her his sunniest smile, his mouthful of bacon and eggs. Rose felt heat rising to her face, and she stood with her empty plate and walked to the sink. She didn't want anyone see the blush that was slowly coloring her cheeks.

"I see your wearing the clothes I picked out for you," Rose said cheerfully keeping her back to him as she washed her plate. "They look good on you. Different, but good."

Rose knew that was a modest compliment. The truth was the tee-shirt and jeans fit him perfectly, and made him look even more attractive then the suit and tie. She wasn't about to say so, though. She promised herself she wouldn't jump into a relationship with him till she knew it was right. All of her rationalizing didn't seem to stop the fluttering in her chest caused by his smile.

"Rose, hunny, are you almost ready to go," Jackie called from the entryway.

"Go?" the Doctor questioned, standing up, plate in hand, and walking over to stand by her at the sink.

"Yeah Mum and I are going shopping for clothes, and talking to a party planner today."

"Oh," he breathed, "Well can I come."

Rose tried not to look him in the eye. She knew he would be wearing that puppy dog expression, his big brown eyes full of hope. He only used this face when he really wanted something from her.

"N-no Mum says it's a girls day," Rose stammered placing her half washed dish in the sink, and walking towards the front door. "I'm sorry it was Mums idea."

"It's ok Rose. I'll just stay here with Pete and maybe look for a job-."

"Dad's taking Tony to his pediatric appointment," Rose said quickly. "Look i'm sorry Doctor. I'll be home later tonight than maybe we can do something."

The Doctors shoulders slumped in defeat, and he resigned with an "Ok."

He remained in the kitchen as the Tyler family filtered out the house. Only the staff remained, floating around the mansion like ghosts as they started on their daily tasks. The Doctor went to work scrubbing the kitchen clean in an attempt to keep his mind off of the dream, and the hollow feeling that was burrowing its way into his human heart.

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The next few days Rose was in and out of the house. She had never followed up on her promise to go out and do something, thus the Doctor was trapped in the Tyler mansion. On top of the business for the party, Torchwood had finally allowed Rose to go back to work, and she was ecstatic. The Doctor was happy to see her bounce down the stairs each morning ready for work, but the loneliness was beginning to consume him, and the dreams had become more vivid in her absence.

In some of them the Time Lord Doctor had returned to take Rose away from him, and deeming him unworthy of loving their pink and yellow human. In others he was being sentenced to death by the council of Time Lords, but the worse ones were the ones where Rose left him because he wasn't 'her' Doctor. He tried to ignore the dreams, but even with all of his half Time Lord rationalization he couldn't shake them from his mind. Ever day he tried to catch Rose before she left the house, but she always brushed him off with a promise that they would talk as soon as things settled down.

A full week and a half of this went by before the Doctor finally decided he was too bored to possibly spend another day trapped inside. He waited for the Tyler's to leave the house like usual before he changed into his pinstriped suit, cream trainers, and long brown coat. Today he was going out, and no one, not even Rose Tyler was going to stop him.

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The Doctor wandered down another unfamiliar London street as he munched on some chips he had picked up from a local vendor. Rose would have loved them, and he had made himself a mental note to bring her here when she had the time. Though this London was a lot like their home London he had figured out quite quickly that he didn't know it as well as he thought. He was certain though that there was a library in the area to which he could use to entertain himself for a few hours until Rose got off work. After a few wrong turns down some empty streets he finally found the library.

"Oh you beauty you!" he exclaimed giving a small leap of joy, and scattering chips all over the side walk.

He quickly ascended the small flight of steps in front of the building and dumped his chips in the trashcan as he walked in. The Doctor could hardly contain the large smile that was taking over his face as he beheld the many tall shelves filled with books. A lady at the front desk spotted him and ushered him over.

"Can I help you sir?" she asked grinning at him and twirling a lock of her long brown hair between her fingers. She was surprised to see a handsome man come into the library. Her usuals were children with their mothers in toe, and older gentleman looking for history books full of days since past.

"Um… no," the Doctor said his gaze trailing around the library. He hardly noticed that the girl behind the desk batting her eye lashes at him.

"Oh…, well let me know if you need any help finding anything," she said with a trace of disappointment.

The Doctor gave her a slight wave and walked away to immerse himself in books.

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Rose pulled her keys from her purse and unlocked the front door. Torchwood had run her ragged with all their mountains of paperwork and all she had been able to think about was coming home, eating dinner, and taking a hot bath. Jackie greeted her as she entered the kitchen.

"Mary here has been telling me it's been unusually quite around here all day without the Doctor."

Rose gave her a puzzled look.

"What do you mean its been quiet without the Doctor?"

"Well since you took him to work with you today the staff haven't had to fight to keep him away from the appliances. Been a nice break she says."

A wave of panic began to sweep over Rose.

"Mum he didn't come with me to work. I haven't seen him since I left this morning."

"Oh…," Jackie breathed realization dawning on her face.

Rose ran out of the kitchen and began looking in all the rooms. He wasn't in any of them and with each empty one she searched more images of people in dark clothing kidnapping her Doctor implanted themselves in her mind.

"Someone must have found him," she sobbed when she finally returned to the kitchen, and fell into her mums waiting arms.

"Now, now Rose maybe he just went for a walk. You know how he is about wandering off when he's bored."

Rose sniffed and wiped her eyes on her sleeve as she stood up.

"I'm gonna go ask around town and see if anyones seen him wandering about," she declared grabbing her keys off of the table and walking out the door before Jackie had time to respond.

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Rose spent four hours walking up and down the streets she thought the Doctor might have wandered. She had even visited her old apartment in the Powell estate. It wasn't until an old man in a chip shop overheard her and mentioned he had met the man earlier in the day.

"Said he was looking for a library," the old man explained, squinting at the picture of her and the Doctor she was holding up.

Rose breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the old man before rushing out of the shop and down the street. She knew exactly where the library was.

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The Doctor snapped away as he felt a sharp kick in his side. Several books slid off of him as he sat up off of the carpeted floor. He must have fallen asleep in the kids section at some point he thought looking around him. Rose gave an annoyed cough as she stood over him waiting for him to acknowledge her.

"Hello," he said grinning at her and pushing his glasses back in place.

Rose just stood there frowning at him, and resisting the urge to smack him for making her worry.

"Sorry must have fallen asleep," the Doctor mumbled apologetically. He lifted himself off the ground and began collecting the books off the floor. He turned back to Rose once he had gathered them all.

"Just give me a few minutes to put these back and we'll be off-."

Rose knocked the books from his arms and they scattered across the floor like pieces of broken glass. Before he could scold her she grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the library and down the street to where she had parked her car. The Doctor slid into the passengers seat and prepped himself to give Rose a long lecture on the sanctity of books as she slid in the drivers seat. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything Rose began sobbing. Immediately he closed his mouth, deciding it was not the time for lectures on his part.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was?" Rose screamed at him, "I thought you had been kidnapped, or killed!"

The Doctor hung his head and mumbled a soft apology. Rose just shook her head at him causing more tears to slide down her face. Neither of them uttered another word as she started the car and began driving back towards the Tyler home. When the Doctor opened the door jackie pulled him into a big hug, and began babbling about how he had given them quite the scare. The Doctor muttered more apologies, and watched out of the corner of his eye as Rose ascended the stairs without even glancing back at him.

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