I don't know if I'm supposed to post this on a certain day or evenly or what, but I'm just going to post the next chapter as I can. I'm too busy to post regularly; just putting that out there. All rights go to BBC. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING.
Back in the TARDIS, the night after chapter two.
Rose woke up, panting. Her room was messy; there were some of her dirty laundry on the floor, and a few old magazines scattered around. She pulled her hair out of her face, thinking about the nightmare. She'd had it before, several times. She was trying to get back to the Doctor, when they'd faced the Daleks. She was alone, but the TARDIS wouldn't take her back. But then an alien would peer over her, back in her bed now, and drag its hand over her face, and she'd scream. Before she hadn't been able to remember it, just that it was an alien. But now she could. Its face was horrible; its mouth like thing pulled upwards and in words, its skin pure white, eyes dark and huge. Three long talon like fingers, reaching out at her. She shuddered, looking around her room again.
Suddenly, she was standing up. Rose hadn't been aware of making herself standing. She tried to sit back down, but she couldn't control her actions. She tried to pull herself back to the bed, but before she knew what was happening, she was flying the TARDIS. Rose was shaking, but she couldn't stop. There was a thumping noise, and she could hear the Doctor coming up the stairs from his room, but she didn't turn. She couldn't, really for that matter. It was like all she knew was to fly the TARDIS.
"Rose? Rose, what are you doing?" the Doctor asked her, but she kept pressing buttons, and she could feel that the TARDIS was moving. He grabbed at her as if to stop her, but she struggled against him. A tiny part of her thought, why are you fighting? This is the Doctor, he won't hurt you. The rest of her thought, shut up! She pushed him away, continuing again. "Rose Tyler what are you doing! Stop this!"
"I must get the TARDIS where it needs to be," Rose said in a drone like voice. She felt like she'd done this before, she seemed to know exactly what she was doing.
"Why must you? Where does it need to be?" he asked her, trying to pull her away. She resisted, finally smacking him. She stared in horror at her hand, which was now acting of its own accord. A tiny part of Rose realized that he was wearing the same pajamas that he'd been wearing the day he regenerated. All of a sudden, she surged forward, limp and free of motion. The Doctor caught her, but she could feel her hand moving, searching for a pencil or pen. She felt around until her hand was on something round and cylinder-a pen, good.
For some reason, she started to write down the coordinates, number after number, until the coordinate was complete. Rose also wrote down a few words: I am the Bad Wolf, I create myself. Then, she pulled herself up again, and continued to fly.
Rose saw the Doctor in the corner of her eye, reading the words and coordinates. He raised his eyebrows, before grabbing at her. She pulled away. "Almost there, almost there," she muttered. The Doctor raised his hand, but she didn't notice until he took a swing and he hit her on the back of her head. For a moment she froze, then fell on top of him, unconscious.
Rose dragged herself out of bed. She had the feeling that she'd woken up before, but she didn't remember getting up before. Pulling her hair out of her face, she got up and out of bed. There were odd pen marks on her hands, as if she'd tried to write when she was half asleep. Her head was pounding as if she'd slammed it against the desk.
"Doctor, are you up yet?" she called as she went to the counsel, which the Doctor was leaning against. "Good Morning! Where are we off to today?" she zipped up her hoodie, laughing. He just stared at her, and the smile slid of her face. "What's wrong?" Rose asked, walking up to him.
He studied her, a sad and curious expression on his face. "How do you feel?" he asked her. She raised an eyebrow.
"Just fine. Why wouldn't I feel fine?" she asked him, sitting on the counsel. He tilted his head.
"Do you feel like an adventure?" he asked suddenly. Rose shrugged, and then nodded.
"I love a good adventure. Isn't that all we do?" she asked him, her hand massaging her aching head. The Doctor's eyes followed her hands.
"What do you remember of last night?" he asked as he walked up to her.
"I remember getting back to the TARDIS, then going to bed. Nothing out of the ordinary," she looked at him, who was still staring at where she was massaging her head. She dropped her hand to her side.
"Come take a look at this. It's what you wrote last night. What you wrote after you tried to fly the TARDIS to the coordinates that you wrote down along with a message," he took her over to where some words were written on the ground.
First, there were some coordinates, then a message, one that seemed strangely familiar, "I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself," the Doctor was looking at me strangely. "What's all this about? Is it April fool's day? Forgive me for forgetting, seeing as the TARDIS doesn't really have a date," he wasn't laughing.
"I think that we need to pay a visit to those coordinates," he said with a smile. Rose quickly caught on.
"What? Fly straight into danger? Something bad could happen…" she trailed off, and then we both burst out laughing.
"What are the coordinates? Can you read them out to me?" he asked her.
"2, 1, 4, 23, 15, 12, 6," she read aloud. The Doctor typed them in as fast as she read them, and then hit the big red button. "So what exactly was I trying to do when you found me? Why can't I remember it?" Rose asked.
"You were flying the TARDIS," he said as he continued to press buttons. "To these coordinates, when for some reason you stopped, wrote down the message, and then continued to fly it. You wouldn't stop, and you said that you 'had to get the TARDIS to where it needs to be,' Does that make any sense?" he asked.
"No. Sorry, that makes as much sense as my Mum's cooking. So why can't I remember?" she asked him with a chuckle.
"Have you heard of such thing as the Silence?" he asked her. Rose just shook her head.
"You wouldn't have. See-that's the point. You can't remember them. It's impossible to. You see them, but then you forget your encounter. You don't remember ever seeing them. If they tell you to do something while you're looking at them-if anyone tells you to do something while you're looking at the Silence, really, than you have to do it. Don't get a choice in the matter and you don't really even remember doing it," he explained, and Rose sat back on the counsel.
She opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it again. She paused before speaking, "Are we there yet?" the Doctor laughed.
"The same question. It doesn't matter if you're in a long car ride or traveling through time and space, you humans are always impatient," he laughed again. "Yes, we are. We're here."
"Nice. Where is here? If you don't mind an old impatient human like me asking," she asked him.
"Nah-you're far from old," he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the doors of the TARDIS. "We are in," he opened the doors to reveal a dirty and burnt-out looking landscape. "Trenzalore."