YAY! Got my review on the first chapter of Nightmare of Black Island. It sucks to lose your favourite doctor who books after a long time I know but I got LOADS and Ill be able to post them up onto fanfiction! :3 I am not the owner of doctor who. All rights go to the creator of the novel Mike Tucker, The BBC and the other creators of the books I will be putting up soon :P Im not sure about putting them up though...

Chapter 2: The Dream

Way out in the depths of space, the police box shell of the TARDIS appeared in a blaze of blue light, tumbling end over end in the dark. It spun for a moment, as if getting its bearings, and then, with a swirling kaleidoscope of shimmering colour flaring around it, vanished again into the time vortex. Inside the Doctor sat cross-legged on the floor, poking and prodding at the tangle of tubes and pipes that wound their way through the coral like growths and protuberances of the central control console. Above him the huge glass and crystal column of the time rotor rose and fell in steady progression, keeping time like the tick of a huge clock, or the beat of a heart. The lights in the console room were dim and low, the huge curving walls in shadow, the indented roundels glowing softly with emerald light. Rose was curled up on the battered control room chair, the doctors long brown coat draped over her like a blanket. She was fast asleep, her breathing slow and measured, keeping pace with the rotor.

The doctor peered round the console at her, smiling. It was rare to see her so quiet and still; she was usually such a bundle of tireless energy, always keen to head off to the next great adventure, to find somewere new to explore. The steady background hum from the console suddenly changed in pitch for a moment and there was a faint moan from rose as she stirred on the chair. The doctor frowned and clambered to his feet, peering at a flashing light on the console. "Well thats not right... Not right at all." He pulled a pair of thick-rimmed glasses from his jacket pocket and leaned forward, his nose almost brushing the controls. He tapped at a read-out. "What are you flashing for? Your not meant to flash. If I'd wanted you to flash I'd have put you somewhere more obvious, more flashy."

There was another bleep from the other side of the console. The doctor hurried around to where a new set of lights had blinked into life, twisting controls as he went. A cluster of symbols flickered on to one of to many screens that littered the surface and there was a low electronic burbling from somewhere deep in the machinery below him. Rose twisted in her sleep again, her brow furrowing. The doctors gaze went from the console to rose and back again, and he pulled off his glasses, chewing on one of the arms thoughtfully. "Now what are you two talking about? All girls together is it?" Pushing his glasses back into his pocket, the Doctor leaned forward and started tapping at the controls.

Rose knew she was dreaming. She knew because she could see herself, as if she was another person, from just over her right shoulder. It was odd, looking at the back of your own head, seeing everything from someone elses perspective. A small part of her subconscious was aware of the fact that her hair was getting straggly and needed a cut, perhaps a bit of colour, But mostly she noticed that she was outdoors, in the rain and floating a couple of metres off the ground. She looked around, taking in the vague, unreal surroundings of her dream. As dreams went, it wasnt particularly exotic. She was on the coast, almost certainly britain. The scrubby grass and tangle of gorse bushes were unmistakably British. And yes, there were sheep grazing in the distant fields. As far as she was aware, sheep were peculiar to earth; in her travels with the Doctor she hadn't yet come across any space sheep...

She giggled, aware that it was turning out to be a very odd and mundane dream, where she noticed the child looking at her: a small child in pyjamas, clutching a soft toy, staring straight at her and smiling. For some reason that she couldn't explain, a shiver ran down Rose's spine. The child started to laugh and the sky darkened, lightning cracking through the air. Rose found herself moving now, swooping over the gorse, sailing out off the cliff and sweeping down over the water. Dark shapes loomed up from the darkness: cliffs, jagged rocks, a lighthouse, its paintwork faded and peeling, the glass in the lamp room cracked and broken. Pale, sickly green light washed over her and she was aware of masked figures watching her, chattering in a strange incomprehensible language. The lighthouse sped past and a roar suddenly cut through the air, harsh and terrifying Roses dream rapidly degenerated into nightmare as a vile four armed creature hauled itself from the sea below her. Steam curled around it and the sea boiled as it lumbered on to dry land. Rain hissing on its armoured skin. Its claws reached out for something lying on the ground and rose realised with horror that it was a young man, fishing equipment scattered around him, his arms raised in a futile attempt to ward the creature off as he scrabbled backwards over the wet grass.

Rose desperately wanted to look away, already knowing what was going to come next, but, as is the way with nightmares, she couldn't tear her eyes from the horror unfolding before her. The creature let out another guttural bellow. Flames leapt from its throat and rose felt a hot, fetid air wash over her. A monstrous arm swung into the air and she gasped as she caught sight of wickedly barbed claws glinting in the rain. As the arm came down, the young fisherman slumped backwards, his blood staining the rocks. The creature turned and fixed Rose with blazing eyes. It roared again, reaching out for her. Rose tried to scream but no sound would come from her throat. Above the roars of the creature she thought she could hear the sound of a child laughing. Then the huge taloned hands closed around her...

And she woke with a start, almost tumbling from the chair. The Doctor looked up from a screen, concern in his eyes. "Are you all right?" Rose ran a hand through her hair, her eyes flickering around the shadows that pooled in the corners of the console room. "Yeah, a dream, thats all. A nightmare." She shivered, pulling the doctors coat around her shoulders. "Not surprising really is it? Considering the stuff we end up seeing..." She rubbed sleep from her eyes and shuffled over to where the Doctor was prodding at the console. "Dont you ever sleep?"

"Nah. Tried it once, didnt like it. I prefer it when its quiet." Rose gave a snort. "Yeah right. Like its ever quiet with you." She nodded at the console. "What are you doing?" It seems your not the only one who was having nightmares." He cocked his head to one side and peered at her. "Can you remember what your dream was about?"

"Things. Creatures..."

"Creatures?"

"Yeah, I was at the coast. Not a beach with sand, but lots of rocks... and a lighthouse. There was a storm. And a kid, a little boy who kept laughing. Then this thing came out of the sea, a big sea monster sort of thing, four arms, breathing fire. It killed a man, a fisherman, and it was starting to turn on me..." The doctors frown deepened. "Well isn't that strange." Rose was puzzled. "Why? Whats up with that? It was just a dream, wasnt it?" The doctor nodded at the screen in front of him. "Seems like you and the TARDIS both had the same dream. We picked up some very odd readings while you were asleep. I've been tracing them back to their source." Rose crossed to his side, peering over his shoulder "Oh my god!" On the screen was a long stretch of rocky coast, harsh and windswept. Out in the waves was a jagged lump of black rock, the long, slender shape of a lighthouse stabbing towards the heavy clouds. "Thats the place!" Rose stared in disbelief "Thats where I was in my dream!" The Doctor looked up at her with a mysterious twinkle in his eyes. "And if the place is real, then the creature might be real as well. Shall we go and take a look?" Before rose had a chance to answer, the Doctor darted round the console, spinning wheels and pumping energetically at some of the TARDIS's more jerry-rigged controls.

With a grind of ancient engines, the TARDIS started to turn, and rose realised with a thrill of terror that quite possibly she was about to confront the creature from her nightmare.

I have until page 250 then its done! Its gonna take time though. Be patient please :)

Ps. This chapter is from pages 13 to 19 in the book if you still have the novel :)

Disclaimer: Once again I am not the owner nor do I have the rights of Doctor Who. All credit goes to Mike Tucker and the BBC. I do not own any of it!

Sherry1997