Chapters will be approx. this length from now on. Sorry for the long hiatus but I needed to finish school, then lost interest in this story because I had not figured out a plot. Figured out a plot I have :D woooo. Just you wait - Rose will be blazing up and ready to go... sooner or later ^^" hey! I guess losing you family and friends is heard yea? but no really... It is hard and if Rose is abit OoC it is because she is going through Trauma and has to come to terms with it.

Chapter Three

Tore me down and made it clear
As I sunk to the bottom
I stare at space from the ocean floor
It all surrounds me, kills me softly

World Around Me (Escape the Fates)

Rose woke up in a cold sweat, her body lurching forwards as fat, glistening, droplets of perspiration trailed down her back and onto the covers of the bed she had previously been laying on. Her eyes surveyed the area through narrow slits – her eyes having not yet adjusted to the brightly lit room. She licked her lips and chewed her tongue warily.

The room was small and old. A thick, musty odor wafted from the heater – a scent she could only identify as recently turned on heater. The grimy walls looked hurriedly washed: hand marks and peeling paint created a decorative motif across the cubed room. The wooden floorboards appeared underused but apparent moisture had accumulated under them, swelling them up into small arcs across the area of the room. The ratted sheets under her hands felt stiff and coarse and like the room, had a distinct off white color.

Rose gathered the sheets to herself, swallowing the bile in her mouth. The accumulated stench was overwhelming her. She turned her nose up at the medical supplies lined neatly next to the bed – anesthetics, a syringe, and tubes lay uselessly on a small metallic table next to a heart monitor. Tubes she assumed that had once been attached to her. She shivered slighting and looked down towards her own body for the time. She silently popped the 'p' in 'yup' in her head.

She breathed through the must of the room and counted off what she knew; she was in a hospital – at least she hoped it was a hospital, she had been hooked up to a machine at some point, and she was alone with only the sounds of a heart monitor and the rattling heater.

Rose let her body fall heavily into the bed and instantly regretted it.

"ouch!" She growled as her back fell sharply against the solid coils of the bedding.

"Damn old thing" she muttered to herself softly as she closed her eyes and let out a breath.

She felt so faint. Her body demanded that she lay down while part of her brain questioned their whereabouts. Her mind was too foggy to think straight sitting up. She ignored her brain momentarily as she allowed herself to become as comfortable as possible. Now, she thought as she took calming breaths, where am I. Her eyes starred at the light in the room, her thoughts like the fulgurating light, flickered back and forth, between where and why she was here.

The hastily wiped screen of the monitor to her left followed her rhythmic breathing, her heart thudding loudly through the machine. Occasionally, the din sent a wisp of dust circling to the ground to pool amidst its brothers.

Her brain tugged at her, something, or someone was missing.

Where was Benjamin?

Her teeth chewed on her inner cheek. Her nose whistled as she pulled in irregular breaths.

The machine started beeping erratically.

Where was Mum?

The machine started emitting a plethora of noises.

They should have been here if she was sick, she realized shakily. It was not as if they could not afford an expensive hospital with Pete's, and her own, salary. Why would her mother place her here? Something was wrong.

No longer able to stop the terror that ran through her veins, she ripped off the small suckers on her chest and wrist, bent on finding her family and finding out why she was here.

"Mum?" she whispered hoarsely.

"Benjamin?"

The room was silent. The heart monitor struggling to figure out if her heart was beating or not kept ticking before finally, like Rose's mind, flat lining. The shrill noise echoed in her mind, through her skull and throughout the room. Her teeth rattled as she tried to form a coherent thought.

Where was she?

She was alone. Why was she here? Had she undergone surgery? Had something happened to her while training?

She tried to focus on the last thing she could remember but her mind was blanking. Her hands kept trying to reach out but everything seemed so far from her reach. Her stress was withholding information from her – rendering it inaccessible.

One thought red lighted in her mind. A warning that screamed for attention amidst the fog and slow churning of her mind.

Daleks.

She could remember Daleks in the dead of night. Their thick bodies swarming the sky. The bright moon reflecting light off their bodies – gleaming, cold, murderous bodies. Tiny nozzles swivelling, swirling and singling humans out to singe them into obedience or dust.

Their continues cries echoing in her mind. Exterminate. Ext-er-min-ate.

Rose grasped her head between her arms, pulling her body tightly into a ball as her eyes rolled back slightly in her head. She could hear noises – screams. In her mind she saw them approach her, surround her. Their nozzles pointed towards her without thought. Without care. Machines with only one purpose – destroy everything that is not them.

Cool air entered the room sharply. The thick wooden door groaned in protest but swung open hastily.

A darkly skinned man with a gun, and a woman with dreads and a white lab coat, barged in with wild eyes.

"Oh god Rose!" cried the man as he leaned onto his knees, breathing deeply.

"shit, I thought you were in trouble". He looked up towards the ceiling and ran his calloused hands through the peach fuzz of his head.

Rose stared at the couple. Her previous fear wiped from her mind. She unfurled her body so that her arms and legs took her weight evenly on all fours.

Mickey's laboured breaths accompanied the shrieking heart monitor. The soundtrack buzzed through Rose's eyes, reminding her of running bodies, fear, and death.

Martha relieved them of the noise quickly. She pulled out what appeared to be an old cell phone and pressed a button. The noise ceased at once. She tossed her dreads behind her shoulder nervously and turned her whole body towards her husband's old flame. She had prepared a speech for this very occasion. She knew her husband had less tact than she did and, therefore, she had decided to take it upon herself to calm the girl and obtain information.

Unfortunately, for Mickey, before Martha had a chance to utter a single word, the girl in the bed launched herself angrily towards them. Still out of breath, Mickey became the unexpected receiver of a deadly Tyler blow to the face as his wife clumsily manoeuvred away from the hysterical girl.

"What are you doing here?" she all but shrieks, her balled fists falling down to her side. Mickey lay slouched on the ground, her body casting a deep shadow over him hostilely.

"You shouldn't be here!" she continued, her voice all but a growl, eyes glowing with malice. "You'll destroy all of time and space and – what are you doing here?!"

Before she could possibly even consider kicking him where he lay, Mickey side rolled and landed on his feet in a guarded position. He stooped on her right, closest to the door with his legs shoulder width apart and his fists up in practiced ease.

"Nice to see you too Rose" He unwillingly spat and licked the blood oozing from his lips.

Martha itched away, the malicious aura grating on her nerves. She was unsure of whether she should step in (and possibly be attacked by the volatile girl) or stay out and watch the fighting continue. She decided on the second but kept a wary eye in case the girl decided to become even more… violent.

"How did you get here?"

"Look Rose, I think you should sit down" Mickey admonished as he relaxed slightly from his position to wipe the access blood off his mouth.

Rose's eyes narrowed at the man's words, her heart clenching as he stained his grey shirtsleeve burgundy.

"Rose, please" Martha pleaded from the side, Rose turning swiftly towards her, fingers twitching and her tongue darting in and out of her mouth to moisten her lips.

"Please calm down" Continued the doctor, trying to coax Rose into submission, "you're still recovering".

"What do you mean?" Rose grunted as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Martha shared a look with her husband.

"As your doctor," she licked her lips, "I need you to sit down."

Appeased by the other woman's logic and cool demeanour, Rose returned to her bed, her dark looks trained on the pair.

"Me, sitting down." She grated, "why are you here".

Martha swallowed hard and fixed Rose with what she hoped was her most soothing face.

"Rose" she started, "We have not crossed universes" .

Rose offered her a stale look and a cocked head. A sarcastic, Really? face teenagers throw at each other when one has said something outrageous or stupid.

"Welcome home Rose" Martha swallowed thickly, "You're back on earth. Your Earth. Our Earth."