The void, Time Lords and saving people.
Chapter twelve:
Disclaimer sadly
and i'm really sorry this took so long, shinny plots for this story and shinny stories didn't help, and it will most likely happen with every new episode, sorry.
In the console room of the Doctors TARDIS, Jenny and Donna were holding onto the console as the time ship bounced around the vortex being badly driven by the Doctor.
"I don't see why you can't just use the stabilizers!" Donna yelled over the noise of the time rotor and of the shaking.
"But it's more fun this way!" He shouted back.
"Not really dad!" Yelled the young Time Lady, which was followed by an annoyed agreeing noise from the TARDIS.
"Oh, out numbered on my ship first time in centuries and suddenly every one is against me," he muttered to himself.
The ship finally landed with a final rough shudder that almost tossed the three of them to the ground.
"Well, that wasn't so bad," he said as if nothing had gone wrong.
This earned him a smack up side the head from his daughter, a habit she had picked up for when he was being rude or stupid, much to the amusement of Donna.
"Oh, smell that air. Grass and lemonade, and a little bit of mint, a hint of mint, must be the nineteen twenties," the Doctor rambled happily as the trio walked out and away from the TARDIS, the Doctor stuffing his hands in his pant pockets.
"You can tell what year it is just by smelling?" Jenny asked sniffing the air as well.
"Oh, yeah," he replied, "superior time lord biology and all, thought decades of practice to get it right."
"Or maybe, its that big vintage car coming up the drive that gave it away you outer space egotist," Donna quipped, motioning to the open topped, old style car that just drove by down the gravel drive way towards the large old house.
Jenny suddenly got a very interested look on her face and ran off in the direction of the car had gone, the two adults having to hurry after her to keep up. When they did catch up, the young Time Lady, she was standing just behind the corner of the plant covered house, eavesdropping on the man that just arrived in the car and the butler of the house.
"Good afternoon, Professor Peach," said the butler to, apparently, 'Professor Peach.'
"Hello, Greeves, old man," the professor said back to Greeves the butler.
Just then, a young bloke rode up on a bicycle dressed in all black and a hat on.
"Ah, Reverend," Peach said to the newcomer.
"Professor Peach, beautiful day, The Lord's in his heaven, all's right with the world." He said
"Reverend Golightly. Lady Eddison requests you make yourselves comfortable in your rooms, cocktails will be served on the lawn from half past four," Greeves said to Golightly
"You go on up, I need check something in the library," the Professor said to Golightly.
"Oh?"
"Alone."
"It's supposed to be a party, all this work will be the death of you," Golightly said lightly.
This remark made Jenny quirk an eyebrow, she had never heard someone say something like that before and it was a little concerning to the young Time Lady but, this was only her third time to earth, the first to drop off Martha and the second time they were mostly being chased by Sontaran controlled dinosaurs in the 56th century, no problem, people probably said it all the time in this era, so she brushed it off with mental shoulder shrug.
"Never mind planet Zog a party in the nineteen twenties, that's more like it," Donna said excitedly.
"The trouble is, we haven't been invited," Jenny said, grinning knowingly at her dad.
"Oh, yes, we have," he said, returning the grin and waving the psychic paper around, "come on," he continued on, "time I introduced you two to the TARDIS wardrobe."
This got Donna very exited and Jenny intrigued.
"Come on then Martians ," the ginger temp said, grabbing the blond Time Lady's hand and tugged her away hurriedly back towards the TARDIS.
The Doctor followed, slower than the other two, back to the TARDIS, grinning like a loon and laughing softly. It has been a long time since he had been this happy, smiled this easily and sincerely, before it was forced smiles and running from every thing, but now, as Martha said, he finally had someone to live for again.
"Oi dad, hurry up!" Jenny yelled back to him.
He laughed again and jogged to catch up.
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"We'll be late for cocktails!" the nine hundred year old wined loudly after he knocked heavily on the door of his time and space ship.
The door finally opened and the ginger temp stepped out in dark flapper dress with golden beads all over it in intricate patterned, she had matching high heels on her feet and her hair was done up, she was also holding a small hand bag.
"What do you think? Flapper or slapper?" Donna asked, striking a pose.
"Flapper, you look lovely," he said to his ginger companion smiling before frowning slightly "where's Jenny?"
Promptly, the TARDIS door opened and out walked the blond Time Lady, she was wearing the same style of dress as Donna but it was dark purple colour with white beads on it, her hair was up as well but instead of heels, she had flats on. Jenny herself had a very concerned and confused look on her face as she looked down at what she was wearing , this being her first time in a dress of any sort.
"this fells so weird," she muttered.
Both of the adults grinned and the Doctor extended an arm to each of them, both girls took one and the trio wandered off to the lawn for cocktails.
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It had been almost two months since Rose made friends with Agatha and started to basically started living in 1926 with her, especially with trying to help where ever she could with the betrayal of her husband. She had hardly been in her TARDIS all that time, leaving it instead parked in a dark, abandoned, secure and safe wear house on half power in-case she needed. It wasn't that she was avoiding time travel or any thing, or the adventure and responsibility for lives that came with it, it's just when you live in a sentient ship who that is just as perverted as Captain Jack with no way out if you like to live and four Cyberlek head cases for eight and a half centuries, you kind of miss normal, human, domestics.
So this is why Rose Tyler, or Rosaline Drwg as she was known at the moment, was siting in the mystery writer's 1920's style car, fidgeting slightly in her seat as she listened to a rattling noise in the engine that had been annoying her the whole ride there. The two women were heading towards a party that Agatha had been invited to at the Edison manor and insisted that Rose should come as well to.
"Do you have to keep fidgeting?" Agatha asked her.
"Yes, I do," she replied, using her northern accent that she had been using for the past two months, "and you wouldn't let me fix the engine."
The writer just sighed, not even trying with her strange friend. Soon enough, they finally go to the large manor and went up the drive way and parked with the rest of the cars already there.
"Alright, five minuets," Agatha said sternly as the both got out of the car, "and only five to mess around with my car, and no longer, we're already late," and with that, she walked off.
Rose let out a childish noise at that and grabbed out her sonic screwdriver out of her trench coat pocket, she popped the lid on the engine and started working. About three and a half minuets later, the car was running better than ever. Once she was sure it was going to behave, Rose turned the engine off, stashed away her sonic in her pocket and walked off in the direction her friend had gone.
She quickly found a large group of people that looked like a party and quickly walked over to them.
"-I'm so glad you could come. I'm one of your greatest followers. I've read all six of your books." She heard when she was close enough from a petite older blond woman, oh what was her name? Who was talking to the mystery writer, "Er, is, er, Mister Christie not joining us?" She asked hesitantly.
When she said this, the Time Lady quickly ran up, through the group, and slung an arm around Agatha's shoulders, "Nah, why would we need him, I'm keeping an eye on her at the moment."
"And, who are you?" The woman asked politely.
"Oh, sorry, I'm a friend of Agatha's," Rose said removing her arm and holding out the other hand to shake but then noticed that she had all sorts of manky stuff on her hand, "oh," she quickly retracted it with an embarrassed laugh and wiped it on her coat and that's when she heard the snort.
"What has she been doing, fixing a car?" Came the familiar voice of Donna.
Rose wiped her head around to stared at the trio and resisted the urge to growl, 'crap, does that mean-' her thoughts were cut off when someone cleared there throat.
Rose turned back to, Lady Edison that was it Lady Clemency Edison, and tried again with the hand shaking, "Rosaline Drwg, very nice to meet you Lady Edison."
"Yes, of course," she replied.
Rose gave a sort of awkward grin and shuffled over to the Doctor and his companions as the rest of the people started to talk to Agatha.
The Doctor noticed her movements and grinned at her, extending a hand to shake, "hello, I'm the Doctor, this is Donna and Jenny, nice to meet you."
Ignoring the hand sending him a smirk and an arched eyebrow instead, "nice to see ya again Doctor, though it's a bit concerning now," she said to him, slipping back to her normal accent, tilting her head to the side as the trio gaped at her.
"It's you, the gas mask girl," Donna breathed.
"Spot on Donna," she said, taking note of the split second sad look on the Doctors face that was almost gone before it got there, "but really, why are you here?" She asked
"I could ask you the same thing, messing around with big historical figures, dangerous stuff," the Doctor.
"Well, I could ask you the same thing and I'm really trying not to mess with things, not succeeding much though," Rose to which he rolled his at.
The Doctor frowned at something over her shoulder and walks over to an old guy in a wheel chair. "Excuse me, Colonel," he said politely, grabbing the news paper he had with him and looked at the front page and his frown deepened. He walked back over to them, "The date on this newspaper," he said showing them the paper.
"What about it?" Jenny asked.
Rose cursed under her, releasing she hadn't really helped any thing.
"It's the day Agatha Christie disappeared," he paused for a second as his two companion looked over at the woman in question, "She'd just discovered her husband was having an affair," he said quietly.
"You'd never think to look at her, smiling away," Donna said in a hushed sympathetic tone.
"Well, that's what she's been trying to show," Rose muttered.
"She's British and moneyed, that's what they do, they carry on," he said in a weird ascent, "except for this one time, no one knows exactly what happened, she just vanished, her car will be found tomorrow morning by the side of a lake with another car, ten days later, Agatha Christie turns up in a hotel in Harrogate. Said she'd lost her memory, she never spoke about the disappearance till the day she died, but whatever it was," he said, looking between the group of time travelers and Agatha
"It's about to happen," Jenny all but whispered.
"Right here, right now," he muttered through his teeth.
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Ok, she will admit it, when she saw the Doctor, Jenny and Donna at the party, she more than a little peeved, cause it meant the was no more staling, it was happening.
Rose knew that Agatha disappeared for ten days and then turned up in hotel in Harrogate. She wasn't going to try and rewrite history, just make sure her friend was safe and she didn't end up dead, time was in flux, any thing could happen. And not that she would admit it, she was trying to avoid it for as long as she could without interfering too much because, once what ever happens, happens, Rose was going to wipe all memory of her from Agatha's mind, she had let too much slip about the writer's future, and there was no mention of her any where with Agatha so the wasn't much argument there, it had to be done. She had always wondered how it would happen, would she just walk off one day? maybe one too many of the wrong questions made her snap. It never occurred to Rose that aliens would be the cause and there for the Doctor would be brought in by his TARDIS, well, at least things would get interesting now, it had been a bit dull lately alien advent wise.
"Professor! The library! Murder! Murder!" Shouted the Indian housemaid, who Rose thought she heard was called Miss Chandrakala, as she came running.
Oh, murder, aliens and Agatha Christie, very interesting indeed.
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