YAY, another chapter!! So excited about it, 2! Sorry, guys, that it took soo long! I tried to write it sooner, but im really busy right now, but I wrote it this weekend :D Hope you enjoy!

Tardis…..Previously….

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.

Tardis

The Doctor, after having recovered from the phone call's effects, decided that, after the day he'd had, he definitely needed a banana. He loved bananas. He used to tell Rose that bananas were good, a great source of potassium, which he did believe was true. He seemed to be walking in slow motion as he traveled the corridor, making his way towards the kitchen.

Rose never left his thoughts as he reached his destination and took a banana from a large bowl on the counter. He imagined her sitting at the small kitchen table with him, sipping tea after they'd come back from an adventure, exhausted but triumphant. That was how Rose liked to recover from them, grab a cupa and sit and talk with him. He would always comply, for, after all, he loved just talking with her. It was something he always looked forward to.

He had some freshly brewed tea, so he grabbed two mugs and filled them with the soft brown liquid, forgetting the now unimportant banana on the counter. As he was pouring the tea, his eyes found the golden ring that held the name of the woman he loved. His eyes never left it as he placed the teapot back on the stove. He sighed and picked up the two mugs of tea and turned toward the table. What he saw made him stop in his tracks. There she was, his Rose, sitting at the table in her usual chair.

"What?!" he exclaimed, hope swelling up inside him.

But, that's when he noticed that he could see the white chair through her body. She was looking at him, but she wasn't real. He knew that the Tardis had done this.

He sat his cup down at the empty seat and sat the other down in front of the hologram. He sat down and stared at the hologram, who stared back at him, only it seemed she didn't really look at him, but that she looked past him. He took a sip of the tea and returned his eyes to the hologram's.

"Your tea's going to get cold, Rose," He warned.

She just stared at him, those empty eyes boring into his.



"Drink," he quietly ordered.

The hologram just stared.

"Drink!" He yelled.

The hologram just continued to stare.

Rage and anger overtook the Doctor and he overturned the table with one swift movement, hearing the mugs break on the tiled surface of the kitchen's floor. This outburst didn't satisfy him, and he proceeded to pick up his chair and throw it against the wall.

He could feel the Tardis trying to comfort him, but he refused to let her in. His eyes held that cold empty look that he had only started using since he'd lost Rose.

"Don't ever do that again," He stated, his voice low and threatening, as he was leaving the kitchen and making his way to the consol room.

Needing desperately to get his mind off of Rose, he tried to understand the strange phone call he'd received. The man had told him to find Rose. Well, great way to get his mind off her.

"Why? Not to mention why, but how?"The Doctor asked, trying to figure out the reason for the call.

All the while, the Tardis was humming apologetically in the background.

The Doctor paced….and paced….and paced.

But then he stopped.

"Hold on! Why would I need to find Rose, well….," he began, but paused,"….Is there something wrong, is she hurt, or…."

The Doctor knew that there was a reason he needed to find Rose Tyler, but it wasn't because of aliens or a war or for her own safety, but instead for himself. He loved her, he needed her, wanted her with him forever and always. He couldn't think of anything that might make her unsafe, but that didn't mean that it didn't exist.

"There's no way to go through the rift. Sorry, mystery caller, but I can't find her, she's out of my reach," he sighed, his voice light at first, but dropping in both pitch and tone as his words sank in.

The Doctor then proceeded to bang his head against the wall, for by destroying Martha's phone, he wouldn't be able to get the signal from the phone call.

"Blimey, think, Time Lord, think!" He yelled, frustrated.

Then, he remembered, and then, he mentally kicked himself for having not remembered before.



"The Tardis can get the signal," He breathed, turning and walking towards the consol.

"Come on, you beautiful ship, you!" He coaxed, genuinely hopeful," Can you pick it up? I can't because it's in a million pieces, but can you?"

Theta, it will be difficult, but I will try. Hook the phone's chip up to the consol and I'll try to read it.

"Thanks, Tardis," He smiled, searching the scattered bits of the phone for the chip.

He found it, and by using a short cord, he attached the phone to the ship's consol.

Theta, about earlier-

"Don't. It's fine," The Doctor interrupted, acting as though everything was alright.

No, it's not. I tried to make you feel better. I hate seeing you sad. I thought if you saw Rose, it might help you to heal. But, it obviously had opposite the desired effect.

"Tardis, I…," He began, but stopped.

Could he open up and speak freely about Rose? Could he tell his ship how much pain he was in?...Yes, he needed desperately to tell someone about it, even though it was his ship. His barriers collapsed, and the words flew from his mouth like he was exhaling a great burden through his words.

"….Tardis, she was so very special. Every time I think of her, it constricts my hearts, and the pain…so intense, a burning, almost like the…..the Time War," He yelled, pacing around the control room again.

Theta, during the Time War, you lost so many people, your planet, everything. This time, it's no different. Rose was your everything, so special-to both of us.

The Doctor smiled.

"She was," he whispered, his eyes finding the floor, memorizing every little detail of the base of his ship.

"Tardis, I have to find out who called. I HAVE to find out why I need to find Rose. Could you get a signal?" The Doctor asked, his eyes rising again, hope and faith in his ship rising also along with the tone of his voice.

A small sound came from the consol, a little beeping noise that only sounded once.

Actually, I did. It's weak, but I did get a signal. I'll show you the number on the screen. Theta, before you look at the number, I have to warn you…it's not good.

The Doctor was already at the consol, pressing buttons on the screen, bringing the data into view. The number was for a London local cell phone.



"Hold on a minute, I know that number!" The Doctor exclaimed, but he couldn't quite remember who's number it was.

Then, realization struck him and his mouth dropped open.

"Mickey."

Gallifrey…..Previously…..

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.

Gallifrey

Martha just stared at the imposter for what seemed like forever. She just couldn't believe the day she'd been having. First, she'd been dropped off on the wrong planet, and not just any planet, the Doctor's home planet. Second, she'd been knocked out and abducted by a man who looked like the Doctor, only he wasn't. What else could happen today?

Martha decided that she definitely needed to know the name of her captor, so she put on her most stern of stern faces and looked him straight in the eye.

"Who are you? I know you're a Time Lord," Martha questioned, and noticed that he seemed shocked at her mentioning Time lords.

"A human girl who knows so much. I'm impressed. Tell me, how do you know about the Time Lords?" He inquired, eyeing her as though she were his new toy.

"You didn't answer my question. Who are you?" Martha asked again, eyeing the man sternly.

"Who I am is not important," The man who looked like the Doctor replied, smiling.

Martha thought that this man was a bit daft, and she had such an urge to tell him so, but she restrained herself.



"I used to travel with this bloke called the Doctor, and he was a Time Lord. He's the reason that I know about Time Lords," Martha finally, though reluctantly, answered the Gallifreyan's question.

At the mention of the Doctor, the man seemed to grow keenly interested in what Martha had to say, his entire and full attention on her.

"The Doctor? You…traveled with him? A sad excuse for a Time Lord, indeed," the man chuckled.

"Oi! I'll have you know that he is a brilliant man!"Martha defended her friend, stepping closer to his imposter.

"A brilliant fool is what he is," the man continued to laugh.

No one had ever talked so ill of the Doctor. She really needed to find out who he was, but before she could, he asked her another question.

"How did you get here?" he asked, his laughter having subsided.

"The Doctor thought he was dropping me off at Earth, my home planet, but I suppose he may have gotten the co-ordinates wrong or something," Martha sighed.

"You don't just get the co-ordinates wrong…." He contradicted, deep in thought, "Well, however he managed to make this mess, you're on Gallifrey, and you're our problem now."

Martha's face lit up.

"So….you can take me home?" She asked excitedly.

"Well, no, but I think I know someone who can," He replied, that same menacing smile creeping onto his lips.

Those deep brown eyes of his pulled her in, and she lost herself in their depths. She was unconscious, and he caught her just before she hit the floor. He studied her face and smiled.

"Let's see what Rassilon has to say about you."

Powell Mansion-Parallel Earth…Previously……

"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.

Powell Mansion-Parallel Earth

The rain had stopped, but Rose remained under her willow, shaking from the effects of the rain. It had given her a chill, but she didn't think she was sick.

'How could he leave me?' She asked herself numbly, remembering someone else who'd left her.

She glanced at her home briefly and, through the gaps in the low-hanging branches, she could see her mum staring out the window, her eyes focusing on the branches, and possible the few bits of her body that could be seen through them. She knew that she needed to go inside and comfort her mum, who had also been close to Mickey, but her limbs could not be coaxed to move, and she knew deep down that she didn't want to move any more than she wanted to go and talk with her mother. But, she also knew that she had to.

Just as she was about to get up, she heard the front door to the mansion open, close, and then footsteps approaching the willow. She sighed, knowing in the back of her mind that it was her mum coming to tell her to get up and stop moping around. She opened her mouth to tell her mum to go away as the branches parted and her dad's face greeted her with a smile. Rose, although not remembering him coming home, was very relieved and closed her mouth, half-heartedly returning his smile. Rose could tell he was worried.

"Rose…..can I sit with you?" He asked hesitantly.

She had known he'd ask, so she nodded. She loved her mum and her dad, but her dad held a special place in her heart. She'd only just began getting to know him, seeing as to how in her universe her father had died when she was only a baby. She felt so close to him already.

Her dad entered her hiding place and sat down beside her.

"When I got home, your mum told me that you'd been out here ever since you heard…" He explained, looking at his hands as they rested on his lap.

She didn't reply, so he continued.



"It's weird, because from what I gathered from Jackie, Mickey was at Torchwood when he died, catching up on some paperwork. No one else was with him, but when they found him, he'd been….shot," he told her, but paused when he saw, out of the corner of his eye, a single tear slide down Rose's cheek, "No one else was there with him, so most people are saying that he committed suicide."

Rose looked at him then as though he had slapped her in the face, her eyes red and tear-filled.

"What?!" she asked, furious, "Mickey would never kill himself!"

"I know, sweetheart," her dad agreed, turning towards her so that she could rest her head on his chest, "I really don't believe he would, either…..but you know what that means, Rose."

"Somebody killed him," she whispered, another tear rolling down her cheek.

"I've been to Torchwood and checked over everything myself, and I couldn't find anything that could reveal who killed him, not a single fingerprint," he sighed.

There was a pause and Rose took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

"Who would wanna kill Mickey?" she asked, her voice nothing but a whisper.

Her dad kissed her forehead, and replied, "I don't know…..but I will find out."

Rose sighed.

"I know you loved him, and I know, also, that he loved you, Rose, so very much. He was a great man."

"He was," Rose solemnly agreed.

After a moment, Pete sighed, "Rose, I know this is probably not something that you want to hear, but Jackie was going on about needing some milk. I told her I'd go and get it, but I was wondering if maybe you and I could go and pick up an ice cream afterwards. You don't have to get out of the jeep if you don't want to, but you know….something to get you out of the house," her dad offered.

Rose also knew that her dad knew that right now, Rose wanted nothing to do with Jackie, and that to go with him would be to get away from her.



She smiled up at him and nodded. She was glad to go with him, to get her mind off of Mickey. Her dad helped her to stand, and then they both walked over to the jeep and hopped in.

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