And here we are: "Turn Left"! I hope you like it. It is very different than anything I've ever seen on this site before!

Again, I don't own Doctor Who.

BOOK I: Fixing the Doctor's Mistake

CHAPTER 11: Turn Left pt 1

The Doctor sat straight up in bed. Oh, this was bad, very very very bad, as in not good. And everything had been going so well since he'd dropped Rose off! Well, this was bound to happen. He'd messed around too much with fate. Straightening his bowtie, he walked to the console room as he and his beautiful time ship faded from existence.

Somewhere across time and space, another Doctor was jolted awake. He had had no idea what was happening, but something had gone desperately wrong! He grabbed his Janis Joplin coat and ran towards the TARDIS doors before he, too, faded from existence.

For somewhere across time and space, a Doctor with big ears, blue eyes, and a northern accent, clad in a leather jacket, faced the Nestene Consciousness alone - and lost.

Rose Tyler had had an extraordinary life, she reflected, especially for a girl who shouldn't have amounted to much of anything. Her father had died when she was just a baby. Her mother couldn't afford to keep their home, so they moved to a council estate, bringing all sorts of men traipsing in and out. When Rose was 16, she went to hear a local band called the Bad Boyz with her best friend Shareen. Shareen hadn't wanted to go because she had heard that the band members lived up to their name. How about they just catch a movie instead? A heated argument had ensued at a stop sign - turn left to hear the band, or turn right to go to the theater? But Rose insisted that since she was driving (it was her Mum's car), she got to make the choice, so they turned left and went to hear the band.

Three years later, she had fallen hard for the lead singer of the band, Jimmy Stone, and had dropped out of school to move in with him. Soon after that, he dumped her like a hot potato and now she found herself living with her Mum, dating her childhood best friend Mickey, and working in a shop called Hendricks because she didn't have her A-levels. Then, one night, she was in charge of delivering the lottery money to her boss, Wilson. That had been the night that the mannequins came to life. That had been the night that her shop had been blown up. That had been the night that her life was changed forever. Because that had been the night that she met the Doctor.

He looked much different then. A little older, a little grouchier. His eyes were blue, his ears were large, his jacket was leather, and his accent made him sound as if he was from the north. "Lots of planets have a north!" came his indignant reply when she asked about it. He had grabbed her hand that night and told her one word, just one: "Run!" And run they did. She never looked back, and she had no regrets!

She had been daydreaming along these lines while they were visiting the Chinese planet Shen-Shen. She didn't feel something large crawl up her back until it was too late.

Sixteen year old Rose Tyler and her friend Shareen were arguing about what to do tonight.

"Come on, Rose! You can't tell me that you really just want to listen to the music!" Shareen insisted.

"Well..." Rose blushed.

"I knew it!" Shareen squealed. "You have a crush on that singer, Jimmy something or other!"

"So, what if I do?" Rose answered, noncommittally. "He's hot!"

"Rose, he's bad news!"

"Why, cos he's in a band?"

"No, cos guys like him don't like girls like us, and if they do, they only like us for one thing, and I don't have to tell you what that is!"

"Yeah, you're probably right," Rose admitted as they approached an intersection.

"Trust me, Rose, I am," Shareen answered. "Wanna go catch a flick instead? I hear that there's a new movie out with that Scottish actor you like!"

"David Tennant?!" Rose squealed. "Now, he's hot! Alright, you've convinced me!" And with that, Rose Tyler turned right.

Three years later, Rose Tyler was a sophomore at University when she came home on Spring Break. Her Mum had been grilling her on how her classes were going, and has she been in contact with any of her friends back home? Jackie was proud of her daughter's accomplishments. She was the only one from her neighborhood who had actually graduated high school and did well on her A-levels. She, therefore, was the only person she knew who had gone to college. But Rose wasn't happy with her life. Something was missing. When did life become, well, boring? She was so bored with her life that she couldn't decide on a major.

"I want to travel, Mum! See the world!" Rose had whined.

"So study to become someone who travels," her Mum snapped back. It was the same old argument. Rose felt like there was something wrong with her life. Jackie seemed to insist that her life was perfect as it was.

The two women were out shopping one night at the mall in downtown London when it happened: mannequins everywhere were coming to life! Not only that, but their hands were opening up and shooting people. It was chaos! Jackie had never been so scared before in her entire life, but strangely, Rose felt calm, almost as if with an eerie sense of deja vu. Then as suddenly as it started, the chaos stopped, and all the mannequins collapsed.

Sirens sounded, and without thinking, Rose followed them, leaving her shocked but thankfully uninjured Mum behind in the street. Now this was the kind of excitement that she was missing in her life! She followed the sirens to the London Eye. A body was being pulled from a cavernous room underneath. The officials, UNIT, they were called (whatever that stood for, she'd never heard of them before), said that the body was found next to the remains of whatever had caused the earlier chaos.

"He stopped them," one of the agents said. "But he died in the process."

"So that's really him, then?" another agent, a woman asked. "That's the Doctor! Why didn't he regenerate?"

"Who knows?" the first replied. "Perhaps he died too quickly. Or maybe he just didn't want to."

The body was covered in a white sheet. As they loaded it into the back of a van, the body shifted and a leather clad arm fell out, dropping a strange, silver, cylindrical object with a blue light on the end. As if she was compelled by an unseen force, Rose immediately bent down and picked it up. She thought about giving it to the agents, but then the same compulsion made her slip it into her pocket. She had no idea what it was, but for some reason she thought that she should keep it. Also for some reason, she felt like she was going to cry. It made no sense! She didn't know any doctor! Well, except for the one who had prescribed her birth control pills, but this obviously was not the same one. Why did she feel like her world was collapsing?

Then she felt as if someone was watching her. There at the end of the street was a woman with a thick mane of curly hair.

"Hello Sweetie," the woman told Rose.

"Who are you?" Rose asked. She couldn't shake the feeling that she should know who this woman was, but didn't.

"You can call me Melody," the woman answered.