A/N:-HERES THE NEXT CHAPTER FOR YA!!
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Three hours later
Everybody else had gone home – all confused, worried, and disappointed. (If they knew me, why didn't I know them?) So it was just me, Doctor Whatshisface, who flitted in and out the room occasionally, and the man-in-the-blue-pinstripes. According to him, my name was Rose Marion Tyler, born on the 27th of April 1987, Earth – where else would I be born? Mars?! The planet Zog, maybe? – in London.
The pretty blonde in her forties (my apparent 'mother') was sat outside, a steaming mug of tea in her hands, as she sat on one of the hospital's hostile, blue, plastic chairs. She had slapped the man-in-the-blue-pinstripes, before running off crying. I felt really sorry for her. But here comes the repetitive cliché: I can't remember her. I don't know her at all.
My mother was Jacqueline Andrea Suzette Tyler married to Pete Tyler, who died when I was 6 months old, but was alive in 'this' universe and had a child called Tony with my 'mum'. Then apparently, I met this amazing man, an amazing man who was an alien and had two hearts, who whisked me away through time and space in his tiny Blue Box – which happened to be bigger on the inside. We saved planets and visited new worlds, we met new civilisations, stopped wars, brought peace but trouble followed us everywhere. More and more wild tales flooded out of this man's mouth by the moment, and thoughts whizzed around in my head madly.
It was all too much to take in – I started to get dizzy from the height of it all. I had the feeling that they were making things up by this point. Everything sounded so alien and surreal! If not, this was absolutely bizarre and unruly. It was unbelievable, and literally out of this world.
I still couldn't remember anything. Surprise, surprise.
"But, if all this is true, how comes I can't remember any of you?" I asked point-blankly. "Surely, I can't 'ave been 'ere that long."
"Rose, you've been in a coma for a year."
My jaw dropped open.
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"Is there a possibility that I have amnesia?" I asked suddenly, as the idea popped to my head. I didn't know where it came from – it just appeared out of nowhere.
It was almost as if something inside my head had prepared all the answers and questions for me, throwing them at me, before I could think about it. Like it didn't want me to think for myself.
"No, no, it's highly unlikely. Amnesia rarely affects the brain, when there hasn't been any damage or malevolent bang to the head as such. In a coma, that's even more unlikely, as signs of brain failure would've shown on your monitor earlier and we would've known, but…" The MAN suddenly froze and gaped at me.
His face erupted into a sudden, wide grin and he laughed, engulfing me in an unexpected hug. He released as soon as he engulfed me, muttering a 'sorry' in embarrassment, as I winced and groaned at the pain of his touch.
"Rose Tyler, you genius! whatever would I do without you?!"" he whooped with joy and grinned even wider. "Even when you're full of memory loss, and as confused as two short planks, you still manage to do it!"
I stared at him blankly.
"Do wha'?"
"Weeeeeeeeell, it all started up a war in my head when you started--"
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Many minutes later
The man, who somewhat or other 'forgot' to mention his name, perched on the edge of my bed and was gabbling even more techno-babble at me. I didn't understand a word of it, but just nodded. He then proceeded to place both his hands at my temples. I didn't know who he was, yet I felt like I could trust him straight away.
"It's not going to hurt, is it?"
There it was again. The words had just jumped out of my mouth, before I had a chance to reflect what I was about to say.
I licked my lips nervously, as this stranger shuffled closer and placed two fingers at each temple gently.
"As I said, your mind is probably in a state of bitransitory hypovigilance, repercussional flux at the moment, after being so dormant and still for just about a year or so now. Your mind's been preserved, so your memory should be untouched but it seems that your knowledge of everything is still there – but the memories have disappeared. Where? And that's where I come in," he rambled onwards, full steam ahead, as I struggled to come to terms with his rich and strange words. He ripped his fingers from my head and shook his head, eyes screwed up in concentration.
"My fully Time Lord 'twin' may have the advantage of 13 regenerations, senses fifty times better than an average human's, a birespiratory system, two hearts and a whole lot of other cheats, but I still happened to have his brain and Time Lord essence. So, that means I can still look into your mind, without harming its surface and leaving perfectly safe."
He took a deep breath and stared deep into my hazel orbs, as if he were trying to find a hidden part of me tucked away inside. He obviously couldn't find it – 'cos this was me, here and now, nowhere else. I stared back into his chocolate-brown eyes, but he suddenly blinked and flinched away, breaking out of his distant reverie.
"So, it's completely safe then, yeah?" I affirmed again.
"Yep, as safe as two houses! Three even!" he exclaimed with a grin, before he lowered his voice and explained everything to me. "I'm going to enter your mind and try and find out what's going on with you. If there's anything, you don't want me to see – which I doubt as much, seeing as you seem to be missing many memories on the first place – just imagine a door and shut it. You with me?"
"I think so."
"Good."
There was a small silence between us.
"Well, there we are then! Right then," he put on a laughable posh voice. "Miss Tyler, would you care to close your eyes?"
Heart thundering, despite the man (who still exemplified not introducing himself) and his cool, calm, reassuring words, I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. I was still scared all silly though, oh come on, he could enter and read my mind!
That was an impossible practice in the first place, only found in the depths of red and yellow striped tents holding a gypsy and her crystal ball… But it was going to happen to me right this very second! It couldn't be real… More to the point, it couldn't be happening… No, it shouldn't be happening. But then he 'd started telling me about aliens and a Blue Box and other worlds, as I'd sat there listening to him earlier, and I felt like the truth was slipping from my fingers. He told tales of only more and more of impossible. Each and every word got swirled up with my curiosity and confusion, mashed up with what I thought was the truth and what was real and what was not…
If I wanted to know who I was, who everyone were, what happened and all of the other millions of questions roaring around in my head – I'd have to trust this strange, talkative man and put up with. I wanted answers and this was the only way I'd get any.
The man in blue pinstripes, I was starting to get really annoyed as his non-introductory of name, finally pressed his fingers to my temples again and I felt a sort of coolness run through me. There was a brushing of sound and the whooshing of… power, as I felt a small, familiar male voice greet me inside my head (!). I gave him permission and he delved deep into the… corridors of my head.
Minutes must've dragged on, as he called out my name and searched through the endless folds of my subconscious, his hunt clearly proven unsuccessful as he failed to find a trace of my memories. They were all gone – vanished his said.
"This can't be amnesia," he muttered after a while, shutting the door to my head and leaving a trail of left over energy in his place. He released his small grip on me and his eyes snapped open, large and unblinking. "It just can't! If it were, there'd be some sort of trace or residual memory or just something in your head! But there's nothing. Nothing at all. Zip. Zilch. Nada." He blinked and looked at me intently, eyes still practically bulging out of their sockets. "What's two times ten?"
I frowned and answered.
"Twenty."
"What's the colour of my sleeve?"
"Blue with brown pinstripes."
"Capital of France?"
"Paris."
"How many letters in the alphabet?"
"26."
"Where is Madagascar?"
"Righ' next to Afri--" I stopped and my pitch tuned a notch higher. "Wait, what exactly is the point of this?"
"Exactly!"
"You wha'?"
"As I said, in your head - Zip. Zilch. Nada," He repeated and blathered on, as I followed his vibrant movements across the room. "Nothing inside that head of yours at all. Not even the slightest trace of memory, information or basic knowledge. Your feelings and thoughts are there alright, but there isn't anything in there. Completely, utterly empty otherwise. But there you are yapping away and asking me all those questions, pressing all the right buttons, giving all the perfect answers!"
"What's so weird 'bout that?" I asked, completely confused and bemused. "That's normal. So isn't that a good thing?"
"But, Rose, Rose, Rose! That's exactly my point – you shouldn't be able to know all this. You shouldn't be able to be so fluent and full of information. Nothing should even be coming outta of that lovely gob of yours! I meant to say – no offence?!"
"Why?"
"Can't you see… If your brain is empty, if your mind has nothing, where are you getting all this knowledge? Where is all this coming from? Tell me Rose, 'cos at the moment I am really very very baffled and that's a lot coming from a half-human Time Lord, where?"
Time Lord?! There he went again… Maybe that was his lingo for: 'I own a hell lot of clocks.'
But there I stood, looked at him, totally stunned. It was true, whatever I said, it felt as if it weren't coming from my own mouth. Like it was coming from something, someone else. Somewhere else inside my brain. I couldn't even understand it, so how was I s'posed to tell him that. Instead, the feeling buzzed inside me and the words automatically, accidentally escaped my mouth.
"How am I s'posed to believe you?!" I snapped cruelly.
"Rose, you have got to--"
I put on an unusually high-pitched intonation.
"BELIEVE YOU, you mean?!" I hissed and my eyes traced his movements and reactions. "And why should I do that? What with you an' your stupid, little stories on unbelievable worlds, Time Lords and aliens. Why should I even listen to you? I don't even KNOW you, for goodness sake. So, why should I trust you?"
"Calm down, Rose, I can help," he jutted his hands out desperately. "Just--"
"Every word comin' out from that talented gob of yours could be a LIE! That it's, ISN'T IT?! You're just force-feedin' me with lies and rubbish. My name probably isn't even 'Rose'!" I yelled. "Tellin' lies, to cover up what's really happenin' to me. I bet you're makin' it all up, just 'cos I'm innocent and can't remember anything! Everything's made up – you're TOYING WITH MY MIND!"
This wasn't supposed to be happening, but I couldn't help it. My head did it all for me and there wasn't time to think, no time to react, never any choice – never. It was all decided and thought out for me. All prepared. All done. All settled. Without me.
I snorted. "This is your idea of a joke, isn't it? You've made up the perfect lil life for me – a family, a life, parents, everythin'. Who am I REALLY? WHO ARE YOU? The man who won't even tell me his name. The man who thinks he's clever an' smart. "
"I'm the Doctor, well one version of him anyway," His eyes darkened as he took three firm steps towards me. I shrank back and shifted back against my pillow. "And I think, that this isn't you talking to me Rose… Is it?"
The first words today, that were truly and only of my own choice and came from my own thinking, came out of my mouth.
"No."
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A/N:-OO-er what's happening to Rose I wonder?
TO FIND OUT - Stay tuned for more… You'll get cookies! *prompts off-set* Me is off to write up the next chapter of Series 4 in Red, Yellow and Brown, but hopefully On The Rack Of Love or Five Times The Whoniverse Met Little Britain too… I'll update next weekend! Or this week, if you're lucky! Lol! You can check those out *points to above story references with totem pole* in the meanwhile.
I'm starting to doubt this story now, 'cos I'm starting to think that I'm unintentionally kind-of copying the Donna-and-no-memories thing… I'm not too sure, but tell me what you think about this please!
Shake a leg, and throw a review at me! *manically intimidating cheesy grins*
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