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WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH!!

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Again, WARNING:CHARACTER DEATH!!

Previously…(Doctor)

"Martha probably won't be calling you again," He told the phone, "I really missed it up this time."

As if hearing his remark, the phone's ringer sounded, a fast beat tune that took the Doctor offguard. He cautiously reached for the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

Tardis

"Hello?"

The Doctor heard a muffled sound that, if he were asked what it sounded the most like, he'd say it was a sob. He waited for words, for a sentence, for another sob, but neither came. He was about to hang up, but something told him to be patient.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" he asked, becoming even more impatient.

Another sob sounded through the receiver. He couldn't distinguish the gender of the caller based upon the sob, but the caller decided to speak, and he could determine the gender through the caller's words.

"Doctor….find Rose," a masculine voice with a London accent sobbed.

Suddenly, he heard a gunshot in the background and a scream.

"Hello?" The Doctor yelled, "Are you still there? Who was shooting? Are you alright? Where are you?"

He knew it was no use to ask again as he heard the phone being picked up and a chuckle.



"Who is this? I demand to know! Who was just shot?" The Doctor yelled.

The new masculine voice chuckled and answered, "Doctor……."

The line was cut off and the Doctor froze. The man had sounded exactly like him. If he didn't know any better, he'd say it was himself, but he knew that was impossible. The Doctor tried several times to call the number again, but it just rang and rang. Frustrated, he threw the phone against the wall and it busted into a million pieces. Now even more frustrated now that he'd broken Martha's phone, he yelled and kicked the consol with all his might, which brought an annoyed hum from the Tardis.

Theta, please…..

He collapsed on the floor and cried, which seemed to be becoming a routine for him.

Theta, it could not be helped.

"Tardis, what kind of day has this been? How many more things can happen today?" he sobbed.

Previously…..(Martha)

She approached what she expected to be the gates or the way into the city, but she didn't reach them. She felt sharp pain on the back of her head from a blow that used an impressive amount of force and she fell, her eyesight blurring and eventually fading.

Gallifrey

Martha awoke from a two-hour sleep with a colossal headache. She found her memory to be fuzzy, but her eyesight was fine, so she slowly sat up and took in her surroundings. She was lying on a small bed in a plainly furnished room. The furniture was definitely different from the furniture on Earth, but Martha was used to the different alien things that might pop up somewhere like, oh…… the Doctor's home planet. Her mind soon moved on to the fact that the room had only one small window and only one door. She slowly stood up, equally slowly regaining her memory. She remembered where she was, why she was here, she remembered the whole "city in a bubble" experience, and then….

"Whoa, Nelly! I want to know who hit me right now!" She yelled, not caring for the volume of her voice.

She heard a quick shuffling around behind the door, a key being fitted into the lock, she saw the doorknob turning, the door crack open….



"Hello?"Martha timidly asked, straining to see who it was, but not daring to move.

So slow that it was painful to Martha, a head peeked around the door's edge, and a familiar smiling face greeted her.

"Doctor!" Martha screamed and ran toward him, arms spread wide.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. To her surprise, his response to the hug was hesitant and prolonged. He slowly returned the hug, but it was without feeling. When his grip tightened and she heard a low menacing chuckle, it sent chills down her spine and she immediately broke free of the grip and backed away.

He was smiling a deceitful and menacing smile.

'Okay, maybe not the Doctor,' Martha thought, looking him over.

He looked like the Doctor, pinstriped suit, converse shoes, and everything, but the Doctor didn't smile like that.

"Who are you?" Martha asked, terrified of the answer, but it was definitely something she needed to know.

He, if it was possible, smiled even more and chuckled again.

"Well, not the Doctor," He replied with a look in his eye that sent chills through Martha's spine again.

Previously…(Rose)

"It's a start," Rose sighed, watching Anne play with blocks in the floor. Just then, the doorbell rang, and Rose grabbed Anne from the floor to go and answer it. She went to the door, looked through the keyhole, gasped, and quickly threw back the door.

Powell Mansion-Parallel Earth

Rose took in the scene before her slowly, hoping it was all just a bad dream. She, of course, knew it wasn't. She had opened the door to find her mother crying, her drenched blue shirt covered in blood, and demanding that Rose put Anne down for a nap. Rose knew there was no reason to argue with her mother, so, however pressing the situation, she rocked Anne to sleep and quickly bounded back down the stairs to the family room, where her mother, now dawning a clean white shirt, was sitting, dabbing her eyes dry with a small towel. She sat down next to her mother, and looked at her expectedly.

"Mum, you never cry. What's happened?" she asked, a tone of concern.

Her mother sobbed and turned her gaze to Rose.

"Oh, Rose, I wish Anne had been harder to put to sleep so that you could have more time without knowing what I'm about to tell you," Her mother sobbed.

Rose immediately was shocked.

'What could be so bad?' she silently thought, dreading the conversation that was to come.

She slowly got up the courage to ask her next question.

"Mum, there was blood on your shirt. Are you okay?" Rose asked, trembling.

"Oh, Rose, you shouldn't be worried about me! You should be worried about yourself!" Jackie sighed, grabbing her daughter's hands gently.

Rose, unused to the contact and also distraught, shuddered away.

"Mum, don't baby me! Just tell me what's happened!" She yelled, already crying, expecting something awful and life-changing.

Jackie hesitated, inwardly debating whether or not to tell Rose the news that she knew would crush her. She took a deep breath.

"….Rose,…..Mickey,….." she began.

"What?" Rose asked, tears sliding from her eyes.

"….He's dead," Jackie finished, sobbing.

"NO!!" Rose screamed and jumped up from the couch, running toward the front door. She ran, the raindrops blinding her. It was no problem, for she knew the path by heart. Her weeping willow welcomed her happily, it seemed, willing to give her shelter from the storm and from the truth about Mickey. By the time she reached the tree's branches she was on her knees and crawling, her tears mixing with the rain. She continued until she reached the tree's trunk and crawled up next to it and closed her eyes.

"It's a bad dream, Rose," she sobbed, "A bad dream! Wake Up!"



She cried until tears would no longer come, and then she lay down, fingering the grass absentmindedly. She didn't care that she'd probably be deathly ill after staying outside so long in this kind of weather. She didn't care that her mother was probably worried sick about her.

"Mickey, the idiot," she stated half-heartedly.

Then, she said something she hadn't said since that day on the beach.

"I love you," she whispered, closing her eyes.

Her saving grace in this unfamiliar parallel world was gone. The numbness was back, and stronger than ever.

Well, guys, there you have it!! I was so sad after I wrote Roses' part! I cried! I loooove Mickey, but it goes better without him, sorry! Hope you're not too mad at me!! PLEASE REVIEW!