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Previously…Gallifrey

"Hmmm…," Rassilon began, "…Well, girl, what is your name?"

"Ma--Martha Jones, sir," she stammered, then felt stupid for saying 'sir'.

He didn't seem surprised, and continued, "Well, Martha Jones, any particular reason you're here?"

Gallifrey

"Well,… it was an --" Martha began, but was interrupted by a shrill metallic voice saying, "Human female detected."

She felt her heart skip a beat, recognizing that voice.

"I know that voice," she whispered.

She could hear it coming across the room, and could almost feel its empty gaze on her. She slowly turned around, and she'd been right.

"No…no…NO!" Martha stammered, the first two whispers, but the last more forceful.

The dalek was halfway across the room, it's cold blue metal eye trained on her. She instinctively looked away, the Doctor's imposter giving her a funny look.

"Well, don't just stand there! It's coming right for us!" she yelled at him.

He smiled.

"Miss Jones…Martha, I understand you have never seen anything quite like them before--" he began, but Rassilon interrupted him, chuckling.

"Oh, she has seen them before, haven't you, Martha?" He asked her, coming down from his 'throne', as Martha now decided to call it.

"Well,..yeah," she began, turning back towards the dalek, who had stopped when it was around twenty feet away, all the while wondering how he'd known that she'd seen them before, "They're called 'daleks'."

The dalek seemed intrigued by her knowing its name, because it's eye quickly jerked towards her. A shiver swept through her spine as she stood under its gaze.

"Why are you afraid?" The Doctor's imposter asked, "They're a very intelligent race."

Martha snorted, "They're killers! They kill for the sport of it. Who wouldn't be afraid of them?" she asked, confused.

He just stared at her while Rassilon moved forward towards the dalek.

"Careful, sir," she warned.

She couldn't help calling him 'sir'. It was as though something told her that he deserved respect.

She reached out instinctively to pull him back, but his hand raised, stopping her.

He stood directly in front of the dalek, who must have known that all attention was on it, because it immediately started speaking.

"Lord Rassilon will explain the human girl," it stated, his voice a monotone.

Martha stared at the dalek. It had called Rassilon 'Lord'. She never thought she'd see the day when a dalek would lower itself to call anyone anything that represented importance, especially a Time Lord.

"Oh, has the emporer heard already?" Rassilon asked.

"Affirmative," it answered.

Martha's mind was racing. 'Emperor? What, the Dalek emperor?' she thought silently.

"Martha, here, is just visiting for a bit. Surely, the emperor cannot object to that," Rassilon calmly told the dalek.

"The emperor does not object, but wishes Lord Rassilon would tell him when we have visitors," the dalek said, its eye twisting to gaze at Martha.

"Martha has only just joined us. I had no time to alert the emperor of our guest," Rassilon calmly spoke.

The dalek's eye returned to Rassilon.

"The emperor will see the female."

Rassilon's calmness faltered momentarily, and Martha saw a hint of anger flash into his eyes, but it soon vanished.

It reminded her of the Doctor's calm mask that hardly ever falteres.

"Why? She's our guest, and I'd prefer for her to stay with us," Rassilon argued, smiling, though Martha could see the warning in his eyes, silent but powerful.

The dalek paused, as though afraid. It's eye shifted to Martha, and then slowly returned to Rassilon.

"O-Kay," the dalek defeated.

It turned and slowly traveled back the way it had come. The farther away the dalek went, the easier Martha became.

"Thank you," she breathed, knowing she would have rather died than meet the Dalek Emperor.

Rassilon turned toward Martha but he looked uneasy.

"You're welcome," he sighed, approaching his throne again.

There was a short silence in which Rassilon settled himself in his chain, and then he spoke again.

"Martha, tell me how you came to be here?"

Previously…Powell Mansion-Parallel Earth

"I understand. Go, go! You only get one life, Rose, so live it to the fullest," he sighed, and kissed her forehead.

"I love you, Dad," she told him, smiling.

"Love you, too, sweetheart," he smiled back.

She ran back the way she'd came, and her father laughed.

"I suppose this means I'll have to get the milk myself."

Powell Mansion-Parallel Earth

Rose was simply ecstatic. She couldn't wait to see his Tardis and to travel with him.

"So, you traveled with a parallel me, eh? Well, then, you probably know a few planets, or maybe you'd fancy a trip in the past in London or somewhere else on Earth? Future? Present, but different location? I'm very flexible, Rose," the parallel Doctor questioned her, his face glowing with possibilities.

"Yeah, flexible and a bit rambly," she laughed, but then she stopped, "He was, too- my Doctor."

"Really? I'm sure we have loads of things in common." He presumed, turning around the side of a brick building.

There it was, Rose was positive. It looked just like her Doctor's Tardis, only the parallel Doctor soon informed her of one minor difference.

"The phone really works." He chuckled, opening the door to the Tardis.

Rose literally bounced up and down as she patiently waited for him to enter first.

As she walked through those big blue doors, she could already hear the steady hum of the rotor. The parallel Doctor was already at the consol, and he turned to watch her. She was nothing but smiles, and they spread from ear to ear. Her fingertips traced the railing that led towards the consol. Her sadness over Mickey's death was now completely overwhelmed by sheer happiness. It wasn't her Doctor, but she looked at this as a second chance.

The parallel Doctor smiled and spoke to her.

"Is it like his…your Doctors', I mean?" he asked.

"Yes, exactly like his, only the phone didn't work on his Tardis." She giggled.

The parallel Doctor laughed, then turned to the scene that was on it. Rose smirked, remembering her Doctor always staring at that screen. She watched as he pressed buttons, and she presumed that he was putting her into the Tardis computer.

"So, do you always have a companion?" Rose asked, a bit reluctantly, which surprised her.

He looked up from the screen to rest his eyes on her.

"Usually. The old girl and I both like having someone aboard. It helps us both to not feel so…," he answered, but trailed off.

"Lonely?" Rose suggested.

"…Yeah." He agreed quietly.

Rose assumed now that he indeed was exactly like her Doctor except for his body, which, in a weird way, sort of reminded her of her father.

She walked to the consol and absentmindedly stroked it, just like old times.

"What are you doing?" the parallel Doctor asked, confused.

She looked at him, dumbstruck.

"What? You don't ever stroke her?" she asked.

"Um…no. Did your Doctor do that?" he asked.

"Yeah, all the time," she giggled, still stroking.

The parallel Doctor's Tardis seemed to hum louder, as if to thank Rose. Her owner looked positively bewildered, and began to laugh.

"Who would have ever thought that a Tardis would want to be stroked?" he chuckled.

Rose joined him, and then he began to stroke the consol, too, which made the Tardis hum appreciatively.

When he'd finished stroking, the parallel Doctor looked at Rose.

"Well, Rose, I've learned so many things already, and we haven't even left London yet. So, where would you like to go?" he asked, joyfully.

She paused, thinking of all the places he could take her, but immediately settled on one place she'd always wanted to go ever since she'd been separated from her Doctor. She looked at the parallel Doctor and smiled, unshed tears forming in her eyes.

"Can we got o Barcelona?"

Previously…Tardis

"Tardis, it's…it's Gallifrey. I just can't do it," he sighed, flipping dials and setting the co-ordinates for Earth in his universe.

Wrong, Theta. It's parallel Gallifrey. You don't even have to walk outside if you don't wish to. But, don't you dare give up on Rose because you're too scared to come in contact with the past.

He froze. She was right.

'Blimey, you know me soo well,' he thought, silently.

"Alright, Tardis, let's go get our girl."

Tardis

The Tardis traveled through the vortex happily, her walls glowing a soft pink. Her happiness seemed to rub off on the Doctor, too, for he was all smiles, pressing buttons, pulling levers, and hitting things with his mallet. He hadn't been this happy since Rose had been with him. But, his entire conscious was not at ease. Part of him was absolutely thrilled at getting Rose back, but deep down, he was incredibly frightened at the thought of having to go to Gallifrey, even if it was a parallel universe. It would still be Gallifrey, his home planet.

He estimated that it would take at least four hours to get there, seeing as to how he had been on Earth, and Gallifrey was on the whole other side of the universe. Then, once he reached Gallifrey, it would take another four hours to get to parallel Earth, eight hours total.

'The longest, most annoying eight hours of my life,' he thought, though he couldn't help smiling.

Having gotten the co-ordinates set and the Tardis into the vortex, he sat down in the Captain's chair, watching the rotor move up and down, a constant rhythm.

5 minutes later

"Blimey, I've been here for an eternity and a half!" the Doctor yelled, pacing around the control room.

He ran a hand through his unruly brown hair, feeling the golden ring on his finger again, and sat back down in his Captain's chair. Almost immediately, he was standing again. He searched for something, anything, to do. His eyes rested upon the hallway leading away from the consol room.

"I'd better go and make sure Roses' room is ready for her." He muttered, entering the hallway.

The Tardis switched the halls around so that the first room he came to was Roses', but the Doctor hesitated in front of the door. He hadn't been inside her room since she'd left. He stared at the doorknob until his hand reached for it of its own accord. The doorknob clicked and he slowly pushed open the door. It was dark, so he turned on the light. Pink invaded his sight. The walls were painted a light pink, along with various chairs, picture frames, pillows, and even the duvet on her bed.

'That's very Rose,' he thought silently, smiling.

The room was exactly as she'd left it, in all its disorganized glory. He laughed as he surveyed the clothes laying haphazardly on the floor, a few stray pairs of knickers that he'd promise to her he'd never seen.

He looked to her bed, still rumpled from where she'd last slept in it. He walked over to it, her hot pink pillows inviting him to rest his head upon them. He would never have laid down on Roses' bed if she had been on the Tardis, but seeing as to how she wasn't there, he obliged. The smell of honey and strawberries immediately filled his senses when he laid down on his side on her bed. He sighed contentedly and situated his head better on the pillow.

He imagined her laying there beside him, and relished in the thought because he knew it would never happen. Even if he found her and she still wanted to travel with him, he could never share an intimate relationship with her, or any of his companions. He remembered those last words Rose had said on the beach. Those three words resounded in his ears, echoing until he could almost hear her saying them again. It lulled him to sleep, and even though he was excited, his eyelids drooped, and the smell of honey and strawberries, Roses' voice, and the knowledge that he would soon have Rose back by his side finally put him to sleep.

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