A/N: - Firstly, apologies, apologies and EVEN MORE apologies… I know I should've posted this way back, but the evil creation of Stalag 14 reopened only on Monday and they've already been fattening us with homework, vegetables and tests. LOL! So, here it is, I thought I'd better get this done before I stick it to the back of my list again. Unfortunately, there's not much dialogue in this, so I'M SORRY again if all the text bores you… lol Hope you like it!
PS: - SPOILERS FOR THE APPRENTICE! I don't know if it's just me but I absolutely positively CAN'T WAIT for The Apprentice tonight. Paula got chucked off last episode and I really want Ben to go, he's been in the Board room like three or four times already. But I really don't like Yasmina, she's way too bossy and Debra's just the big, bad bully, aint she? Ah well, I've filled up ¾ of my author's note with this, so I'd better shove off now.
PPS: - 'Series 4 In Yellow, Red and Brown's filler is going to have to be put on hold for a bit! Sozzy, I'm in the middle of tapping it up now but due to: an R.E test, a Maths test and levelled Science thingy, it's all messed up at the moment.
OH AND SOMEBODY PLEASE PLEASE, PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THOSE VOID DISKS OR UNIVERSE HOPPPERS, WERE REALLY CALLED! Because, I honestly can't remember and will keep getting it wrong until someone corrects me… lol
Read and review if you can!! =D =D
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One day later I woke up to find myself strewn in an tremendously hard
hospital bed, dressed in blue and white standard hospital scrubs with five
sets of anxious eyes staring at me. Fayosi was there blaming himself for
listening to me, Mum was in hysterics and babbling like hell, Mickey was sat
by my bedside muttering something I couldn't hear, Owen was there just to
check up on me, and Dad, well he was being very err… fatherly.
I had to stay like that for about two weeks, trundling around the place with
an IV and having Mum, Mickey or one of Dad's bodyguards with me at all
times. They still worried for me like crazy, even though it was highly
unlikely that a weevil would come barging into the hospital, just to take
another bite out of me. I already had a stitch on my head where I'd fallen
to the ground, five stitches where its claws had dug into me, hard, and a
drowsy smelling antiseptic bandage coiled around my shoulder a little too
tightly, so I was forced to wince every time I moved my arm. After the final
nod from the chief doctor, luckily not Owen Harper, I was released back into
the real world again and I vowed never to set foot in a hospital for as long
as I lived. But hey, life never worked out the way you wanted it too…
By his and her majesty's orders, (i.e. Mum, Dad and the hospital), I was
reluctantly cooped up at home for the following week and left to sit in front
of the telly, lazily slobbering over pointless TV programmes. I couldn't
even get up to do any paperwork or spare work, because Mickey had obeyed
Mum's instructions and locked up my laptop, PDA and anything else that could
be used to work – in order to let me rest. I reckoned it was just a step too
far, but Dad even hired a flipping maid to do all the housework for me, and
Mum came over to make me lunch and to pop dinner in the fridge!
Even when I was allowed to work again, it was like prison half the time,
because I had to be 'accompanied' by a Torchwood officer every time I went
somewhere or tried to do a lone assignment; someone even had to follow me when
I went out for lunch! It was like I had to have a little puppy following me
around everywhere I went! I even went to Dad to beg for some slack, trying the
usual:
"You wouldn't be doing this for any of the other employees! I bet if
Brenda the cleaner got bitten by a venomous… spider or summat, you would
turn a blind eye."
But he'd obviously come prepared, much to my chagrin. His reply had been,
of course:
"Yes I would. I'd give the same treatment to each and every one of my
employees; cleaner or field agent! I'm just worried about your safety, love,
and so is your Mum!"
I wasn't so sure about the 'same treatment' part, but I had nothing
good to debate and everything else I came up with just evaporated into
nothing. If anything, I was stupid enough to make the conditions even worse
and I was sure he sent people to check on me. But if that wasn't enough, I
still had to go down to the Medical Bay to have regular examinations by Owen.
That doctor didn't fail to insolently flirt with me every time we met, and
he only stopped when I threatened to snitch on him to Tosh; it felt good to
see him so scared. I wouldn't really have told on him, 'cos I didn't
wanna break up a good relationship, but a girl had to do what a girl had to
do. Everything else, except for my weekly visits, was perfectly fine. Even
good old Mum calmed down a bit – allowing me to cook my own meals and
babysit little Tony when she and Dad had nights out.
Things only took a turn for the worst…
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The Rift readings started going haywire and shot out all these crazy
evaluations, spitting out impossible and implausible results from the printer.
Then the weevil attacks started again. At first we just thought it was a
confused group of them, eloping the sewers. But then the murders got thicker
and thicker, more and more blood spilt up and down the country – this
wasn't any ordinary assault.
The weevils were somehow seeping through open cracks in all the major cities
of Great Britain, causing chaos to erupt in all Torchwood companies because
there was supposed to be only two weak spots where the Rift ran through;
London and Cardiff. However, all those Rift readings and weevil attacks
pointed to the only plausible solution; Rift openings were sprouting all over
the country…
Soon enough, all sorts of weird enigmatic eccentric objects and aliens alike
started to ooze through the cracks in Time and Space. It was like a living
hell. Temporary Torchwood camps had to be built up and down the country,
joined by an assortment of adversaries from UNIT. We were forced to work extra
hours in order to contain the situation and protect everyone from any danger,
struggling day and night to get the work done. I scarcely got any sleep
because of the hassle – from both the Rift situation and the pains that
never failed to plague me once a fortnight. The people got more wary as the
injured and dead tolls rose higher and higher, as it almost became impossible
to stop the outbreaks. But just one month later it all calmed down and
suddenly everything was at peace. Weevils went back into hiding. But this was
just the dynamic music before the explosion…
The annual Torchwood analysis came out and that's when my old life started
to collide with my new. The Breach was active and the walls of the Universe
were breaking down....
Then came the explosion.
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I wasn't actually sure whether to laugh or cry. On one hand, if it was open
it meant that Universe travel was possible and I could find the Doctor, but in
contrast the entire Universe itself was in terrible danger and that meant
something was very very wrong, meaning we were all going to die. Those
desolate distant words echoed in my mind; the whole thing would fracture, the
Universes would collapse.
The Torchwood Scientists were permitted to research more on it, to try and
find out what was happening with the Universe, but that was it. Dad chose to
ignore the fact that the Breach was active again and requested that the
situation was to be disregarded until further notice, because according to
him, the country's people was still the top priority. He only permitted us
to investigate any shapes of danger the Breach established and study why it
was open again, but that was all. He never asked or ordered for any new
projects to be created, so we took it as a sign that he wanted to ignore it
for as long as possible.
I tried to push my luck one time when I went round the mansion for dinner. I
casually asked him about the research on the Breach, pretending to be
extremely interested when he started yapping on about his profits and stuff,
but attempting to squeeze some more juice out of him. He wouldn't budge, but
when I finally hit the nail and came round with the down right answer:
"Are we gonna try Universe travel again? I mean now the Breach is open
again."
Huge faux pas. Mum sighed and Dad started on again with his famous, "I
thought you'd got over him" speech. In the end, I managed to find out that
1) he didn't want me getting all hopeful again, 2) he just wanted to find
out what was going on, because this wasn't supposed to be happening, and 3)
he didn't want anything else to be done, because according to him, Universe
travel could be very dangerous now.
So all in all, there was no point even bringing it up! It was obvious that he
didn't want it to happen because of me. I had gotten over him, but why they
couldn't understand that I wasn't going to get hopeful?! (Well, not openly
anyway). I attempted to win over Mum, but being Jackie, she knew my intentions
immediately and refused to be any part of it – agreeing with Dad. I was
surprised Mum didn't sense it in the first place because they didn't know
what power they'd just unleashed and cheerfully welcomed… The Jackie Tyler
genes. Stubbornness and determination. They weren't gonna stop me now!
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
In the next couple of weeks, I set up my own secret organisation to
investigate the Breach and transport between different dimensions, gathering
up all the different people I could find. By day, I sat behind my desk
cheerfully and survived out-field missions with enthusiasm; acting as if
everything was normal and nothing err… suspicious was going on at all. (As
if it was a crime. I stopped the happy-go-lucky behaviour because the other
workers started giving me the eye and even Dad stopped to ask if I was
alright…)
And by night, I had my own band of fighters by the names of Mickey, Jake,
Imelda (Scientist), Tosh, Aryl, Saloni (Scientist), Gareth, Andes and myself,
obviously. We sacrificed sleep twice a week, to properly research what was
going on and investigate further on the Breach. The proof we'd cropped up so
far showed that travel between different Universes could presently be done,
because something had made the walls of the Universe weak and slowly falter.
We tried to examine the damage done so far, but we didn't go into it too
much because that wasn't our main mission. Our major aim, as I so humbly
managed to persuade myself, wasn't just to find the Doctor, but to stabilise
the safety of the human race and find out what on Earth we were up against –
trying to protect this world's defences.
But the times when we were all together was what I loved and cherished most.
All of us just tucked away at night in Torchwood, cosily chatting, laughing
and working amongst ourselves. There was no tension, no pressure and no
blooming order, just simple happiness and laughter. It made me feel like I was
on cloud nine, and back in reality again. For that one time, I could actually
fool myself into thinking that I was back in the Powell Estate, just hanging
out with all of my close friends and family; doing the usual, spending
evenings out and shopping down town. But it was so much more…
The annoying bouts of headaches, stomach cramps and heart burn died down all
of a sudden, and I couldn't help but have the feeling that it had something
to do with the Breach being open again. It was like I was alive again. Yeah, I
was gaining huge unwanted panda eyes, but it was worth it.
When it came back down to personal issues, the members of Preachers Revived,
as Jake and Mickey were so keen on calling it, had their limits. No one would
strain more than two or three nights a week, dedicated to this and that was
it. I had to understand that they all had their own private lives and love
interests, and I couldn't stop them from living a life – just 'cos I
couldn't have mine back. Even Mickey agreed…
So I spent most of the remaining nights in my huge old flat, staying up and
doing my own research. Things were all going well and we were all on the right
track, careful not to arouse suspicion in the office and avoiding any talk
about it in working hours. We'd even made a huge jump in our project. Imelda
and Saloni, being the stars that they are, had managed to scrutinise alien
technology to combine it with ours! So far, our plans were heading in the
right direction and we'd already worked out a blueprint for the travel
device we were building. I'd insisted on calling it the Dimension Cannon
because of the shape of the intended object, and the name just clicked when it
came to my head. Hell, just the basic structure was complicated and the
design... well, that was complex, but if we worked together it wouldn't be a
problem at all.
Not long after, the first stage of the Dimension Cannon was complete and all
they needed was a test subject to try it out… I volunteered straight away
and, after a whole lot of debating between myself and Mickey, it was final.
"Rose, you absolutely sure you're ready?" Tosh asked for the umpteenth
time that evening, rushing from one strange apparatus to the other, generally
firing the odd command at Gareth, Saloni and Andes at the computers as she did
so.
"For the last time Tosh, yes! Never been more ready," I exclaimed
happily, tightening the straps of my uh… backpack. Well, it wasn't really
a backpack in real terms; it was a bag filled with wires and different
compontents with a significant small silver object strung onto it. The first
stage: teleporter.
"Rose, think this through again. Somethin' could go wrong! Let me or Jake
use it. What will I tell Jackie if somethin' happens to you!?" Mickey
argued, stepping forward.
"Nothin'," I hissed through gritted teeth. "'Cos nothing will
'appen to me. This is my chance, nothing will go wrong. Yeah, it's
untested, but how does anythin' ever get done if you say no all the time?
All I'm gonna do is transport from here to another room, for goodness sake,
Mickey! It's perfectly safe, righ' Tosh?"
"No, not really. We haven't ever used this technology before and there
might be some side-effects and it would be best not to--" Tosh replied,
though upon noticing the look on my face, she continued, "... Anyway, as
long as you're OK with this--" She clacked over to another huge machine
with a lever. "--then I'm just going to stabilise the fielding pattern and
you'll be set. I just hope that works."
"It better!" Aryl agreed, chuckling with mock defiance. "I nearly got
fried by some flippin' laser, just by trying to get your alien-loop thing. I
thought that security guard was gonna spot me!" Two minutes later, the machine
was powered and everyone around me gave me the thumbs up and rewarded me with
smiles – even Mickey gave in, in the end.
"Now!"
"Wish me luck," I muttered as a huge light beam shone down on me. I
clamped my hand down on the blue switch, squeezing my eyes shut, only to open
them again to find myself falling through a never-ending loop of black with
pain ricocheting throughout my head, sending a horrid queasy feeling through
my stomach. Popping the capsule that Imelda had supplied in my mouth, I landed
on the ground with a gentle thud on my knees, hands out to steady my balance.
Dizziness spread throughout my head and I cleared my vision to find that I was
in a huge white room, covered head to foot with alien gadgets and fancy LCD
screen computers. YES! It had worked; I'd transported.
The whole lot of them clattered into the room, gasping in shock and joy to
see my bum sticking out and rather sore, but safe.
"Now that is not a pretty sight," I heard Gareth tease. Everything
evolved quickly out of that and the whole dizzy, blackness thing soon
disappeared into nothing, and everyone managed to grab their chance to have a
go. We couldn't make any other parts or make anything else, because we all
reckoned that Torchwood had suspected the alien artefact had gone missing. We
didn't want someone on our tail if something else vanished from sight.
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So I owned up and our happy weekly gatherings were ceased. The Preachers
Revived was shut down for good. After a whole lot of arguments and debating,
all eight of them reluctantly shuffled out, muttering unnecessary apologies
under their breaths. They didn't need to take the blame.
He wasted a whole flaming hour lecturing me about the importance of sleep,
and interrogated me a hundred times over as to why I'd done this without his
permission. I didn't say anything. Dad went on and on about how dangerous
the teleportation scheme was and its immaturity. He also had a go at me about
his employee's welfare and then, it hit me... I suddenly felt so guilty
about practically compelling everyone to come to those meetings, and making
them give up their own free time (and sleep) for me and my personal desires.
It was true; my whole intentions were to try to find the Doctor all along and
I'd caused so much trouble for everyone along the way, just for doing that.
I thought I'd forgotten about him and moved on, all that time ago, but I was
wrong. I was still clinging onto the old life that I could never have back...
I started to understand my father and forgive him; but then he made the
almost lethal slip-up of telling Mum. Big mistake. Mum spent endless
conversations over the phone and up personal, nagging me to death about
insomnia and illnesses and bags and stuff. OK, maybe I wasn't so overjoyed
about the charcoal panda-like rings that started to form under my eyes, caused
by lack of sleep, but I could look after myself. It was my own choice and all
those nocturnal meetings didn't make much difference because I couldn't
sleep half the time anyway. I admired Mum's ego and concern for me greatly,
honoured that she cared for me so much. But I didn't need all of her
attention and nurturing anymore; I was an adult now. She needed to understand
that…
Our cosy little organisation was shut down for good and everybody was shoved
out the offices after nine and not allowed back in until the following
morning. I didn't speak to Dad for a week, and only then did I murmur the
occasional 'Mornin'' or 'Here's the file you wanted'. One day I
was called to his office. I found him seated behind his classy furnished
pine-wood desk, his chin resting on interlocked hands, his face holding a
deadpan expression. Uh-oh, I bet anything that he'd found out about it.
"Rose, you can sit, you know?"
I took a deep breath and sat down, ready to explain everything. "Look, I
know why I'm here an' I'm 'ere to tell you that I did not do it! It
wasn't me." I put my hands up in surrender. "I was just an innocent
bystander, just watching the show; I was scarcely involved, look. If
anythin', blame it on… Fayosi and Elianna! I refuse to take the blame!
They came up with the idea in the first place an' I don't mean to be a
snitch and everything, but I am not going to get the blame this time for
something they did. I told them it was stupid but would they listen, no? They
never listen to me an'--"
I looked up at him properly for the first time that day, flushing as my rant
came to a close, only to find his face creased up in a perplexed state.
Whoops, maybe he didn't know. My mouth dropped. "Oh… You don't know
what the hell I'm talking about, do you?"
Dad shook his head. "No, and I don't want to find out, either."
My face burned darker and I muttered, "Sorry, I just assumed…"
"Don't worry. The real reason why I called you here today is because we
found your blueprints for that Dimension Cannon you were tryin' to build,"
he explained simply, nudging forward a big familiar violet folder filled with
big fat wads of paperwork.
"Great," I replied, taking a quick peep at the files, before pushing them
back to him. "Look, if you've come to ask permission to burn them, no
need, you go ahead! I encourage you. I don't care, 'cos I'm just not
bothered anymore an' you're the boss around 'ere." I sighed and arose
from my seat, tucking the chair in and slowly walking away.
"Rose, if you'd just let me talk, then maybe you'd understand," he
called after me, forcing me to roll my eyes and retrace my steps. I sat back
down again and clenched my fists under the table; I wasn't prepared to be
interrogated about the same matter, not again. I'd only just recovered from
the last time. "The thing is, I've had a look through these folders and
all this work you've been doing…"
"The point?"
"Sorry, I've seen those blueprints you've drawn out and to me, it looks
phenomenal; the designs are so complex and detailed. I can't imagine how you
and your team did all this, it's just…" he used a gesture of hands to
demonstrate and it made me even more interested. What was going on? "So I
had a meeting with the Torchwood scientists and showed them the designs to
this Dimension Cannon and well, they agreed, they said that this design could
actually work and its properties are complex but can be assimilated, in
reality.
"They said it was amazing, in fact! I know I was hesitant and harsh on you at
first, but it was for your own sake and I only wanted the best for you. But
now… I've reconsidered and I've had a conference with all my
shareholders and advisors, and we've come to a conclusion. We've decided
to squeeze the budget a bit, and… go ahead with this project." I
couldn't believe what I was hearing! He actually wanted to help build the
Dimension Cannon, after all he'd said? A smile played on my lips, but I
narrowed my eyes to check that he wasn't just pulling my leg and about to
launch into some fatherly 'Health&Safety' speech.
"Rose, I'm not joking, this is for real. I want to help you build this
Dimension Cannon."
My face erupted into an enormous grin and I bounced out of my seat to pull
him into an unexpected hug, and he responded with an awkward pat on the back
and a warm squeeze.
"Thank you. Thank you! THANK YOU!" I shouted with joy, as I ran off about
to pull on the door handle.
"No problems love, but do us a favour and just don't tell Jackie, will
you? You know how Jacks is and she'd go mental."
I gave him the cheesy old, "Trust me on this", emphasising my happiness
with a waggle of thumbs. This was great!
"You can go and tell them now. They're hiding behind the blinds, probably
wandering if you're alive or not. Go on." I shot him another grin and
dashed out, but planted a grim expression on my face. They fell for it.
"Crap, he totally found out, didn't he?" Jake sighed, before grinned
cheekily. "I told you it would all end in tears." I felt like punching him
playfully and laughing along with him, but I kept my face sombre and shot him
daggers – causing him to hush up.
"Oh, Rose, I'm so sorry!" Elianna shouted, pulling me into a hug.
"Elianna, get off me," I hissed, suppressing the grin beneath my spite.
The poor girl backed away as though she had been burned. "Rose, I'm
sor--"
"We WON!"
I told them what happened and soon enough, the whole office broke into smiles
and stupid dances of joy. By the end of the day, the news had been spread
around Torchwood and everyone was either shocked, happy or really, I mean
really, annoyed… For ages we worked our buttocks off, all under Mum's nose
and the prying eyes of the public. We all, well me especially, dedicated all
our time onto working on the Dimension Cannon project and it helped a lot that
it was funded by Torchwood. All the components we needed was no
questions-asked handed over to us and there were no complications.
A couple of months later, it was finished and the Cannon was eventually
accomplished and ready for the proper test drive…
Twenty of us altogether, from various Departments, were picked and trained to
do the jumps between Universes. I was paired up with Mickey most of the time.
Tosh'd dash about, crazily dancing from control panel to control panel,
while Gareth, Saloni, Imelda and Andes obligingly hurried away at the
computers according to instructions. After they'd finished tapping in the
right codes, equations and whatnot they'd press the magic button and we'd
be off. The Universes were picked out at random and we didn't have a choice
where we were pulled to. During the journey it felt as if our bodies were
being stretched and pulled, dizziness following close after and the same
queasy feeling running through us.
But that was soon fixed by a modification of the Cannon and now, the
Dimension Cannon wasn't a huge big black metal object, but a petite silver
button strung over our necks that looked a lot like the previous Universe
Hoppers. They didn't cause as much trouble with our bodies and were fairly
easy to use. But I was used to the ongoing pain, hence the fortnightly…
visits and such, so I wasn't that fussed, however it was different for the
others. But soon enough, I was put on my own because others were unwilling to
jump because of the painful side-effects of the trips. So Dad, after lots of
rows and debates, let me jump on my own. It went from twenty jumpers to four:
Jake, Aryl, Oasis and me were the only ones keen to cross Universes.
It took months and months until I found the right Universe and even then, I
couldn't project properly. I met a woman with fiery red hair and a brilliant
positive attitude, who I later discovered was the important, brilliant Donna
Noble. One step closer to the Doctor, but one step closer to danger. The pain
in my body clung to me, but improved greatly and I then knew that there was
only one place where I'd be set free from this agony. The Doctor's
Universe.
The research went on and so did the jumps. Every Universe was the same
though, breaking down and being engulfed by the oncoming darkness. The stars
were going out and it was getting worse by the second. The Daleks… They were
why the Universe's walls were breaking down, and they were the reason I
could go back home again. The darkness was coming, and the Doctor was needed.
The Earth, my home Earth, was stolen from its Solar System and stuffed into
another. I found the Doctor at last and just as we were about to reunite, he
got shot by my sworn enemies, the Daleks. I was afraid he'd change into
another person, but he'd managed to keep that face with the hair and we
reunited properly this time. I thought I'd get to stay with him this time -
forever - and travel again, but I was wrong.
Then came the Daleks, Davros, the Doctor-Donna and the clone Doctor. Then
came my final goodbye on Bad Wolf bay, once again. Mickey stayed on Earth this
time and it seemed that he'd thought that I was staying too, but it turned
out that his assumptions were wrong and even I didn't know his plans.
All that time, I hadn't noticed or realised why, why I'd gone through so
much pain. It was because I couldn't stand this Universe and I knew it was
the same with Mickey, the ghostly look in his dark-hazel eyes told it all and
we both knew that we were allergic to this Parallel Universe. Mum was fine,
because somehow producing a child with a parallel husband in this Universe
cleared out all of her problems and left her perfect.
That was why I couldn't stay, no matter how much I wanted to be with my
family, I couldn't. Mickey was let off and went with prevail and triumph,
free from it all. But I wasn't. I tried to fend for myself, finding an
excuse to bring myself back, but nothing worked. In my head, I made it clear
that I couldn't tell the Doctor why I honestly needed to get back, because I
didn't want to burden him and because… Because, he obviously didn't want
me anymore. That was why he left me…
The Doctor left with Donna, just after the clone Doctor said he loved me and
I kissed him. The real Doctor, the proper Doctor, left me on the Parallel
Universe again with my beloved family and his clone to look after. It wasn't
fair; I wanted him, not this clone. No, I needed him and I meant it…
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
Just as I watched the TARDIS dematerialise for the very last time and waved
goodbye to the Doctor, the other one took my hand and held it in his. But, you
know what the strange thing was? I didn't get the same warm, loved,
fuzzy-feeling from when I held the Doctor's hand. No, I got a strange
awkward sensation as if I'd been touched by ice.
I flinched away in shock. "I'm sorry."
"What's wrong?" he asked me, a clear look of hurt implanted on his
face. Just then, Mum intercepted and snapped the phone shut in irritation.
"Norway. He landed us in bleeding Norway, again." Mum tutted, striding
forward. "Your father will be here soon, he's bringin' the zeppelin.
Where he learned to drive, don't ask me, but we'd better try and find a
hotel or summat for a while. He won't be here in ages!" Pensively, I
stared at her and retched out of the blue, cupping my own mouth in surprise. I
gagged again, and felt the revolting vomit rise in my throat, leaving a horrid
burning feeling that stung my throat badly.
"Rose?"
My head suddenly reeled with unbearable pain and the cogs in my brain sped
up, racing through thought after thought, making my vision blur and fuzz as
the world spun around me at hundreds of miles an hour.
"Help…" I squeaked, choking and yanking on the Doctor's blue jacket.
"Oh my gosh! ROSE?! What the hell is happening to her, Doctor?" I heard
Mum wail. "Rose, honey?!"
"Jackie, call an ambulance. Now!" the Doctor replied angrily, as I felt
strong hands hold me up, but I stumbled away carelessly as the Universe turned
on me. "Rose, where are you going? You need help, please."
I ignored him and gripped my chest, screaming as I staggered forward. My
heart throbbed and my heart burned like the sun as the gap in the Universe
closed itself for the last time and forever… I retched again and coughed
stiffly into my hand, tearing my hand away in relief to reveal a sticky trail
of hot, crimson blood.
"Rose, you need help! Jackie?!"
"Why now?!" I screamed.
Eyes rolling back into my head, my knees buckled under the weight and I
couldn't stand the pain any longer. I wanted it to be over. Without warning,
I willingly fell with a thump onto the soft sand, collapsing and smiling
distantly as panic erupted around me. Slowly but surely, the world around me
faded away as I embraced the empty coldness.
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"Rose? Rose?" a gentle voice called me as I felt generally big hands
shake me and stir me from my kip. The voice grew less patient. "Rose!? Up
you get now sleepy-head! You're just like your brother sometimes." Mum. I
groaned and turned over, ignoring her completely as the light triggered one
blimming heck of a headache. "Wake up love, we're going somewhere."
A/N: - You know exactly what to do… REVIEW!!!! Flame, constructive criticise, praise, nicey-nicey review, assess, tell me any mistakes…. AND SO ON!!! THANK YOU,THANK YOU, THANK YOU FOR ALL THE WONDERFUL AMAZING BRILLOPADS MARVY REVIEWS YOU'VE GIVEN ME SO FAR!! I'll try to reply them all... Keep on reading!
Ah, I've just noticed that this ending is exactly the same as the last Rose POV chappie. Gonna change that… NOW! =D
Reviews are like chocolate; the more you give me the more hyper I get and the more hyper I get, the faster the ideas get to my head.. *hints* lol!!! =D =D
Spoiler for last night's Apprentice below!!!
HAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! The rough, touch cream puff has been fired!! Aka: Kimberley the American. I'd rather Lorraine or Phillip get fired though, because I liked her quite a bit… ;D