Hey, so this is me 'posting more often' ha-ha. I'm a lot busier than I made it out to be. This chapter will be AWESOME! #tenpetalsforever!
I don't own anything (sadly) all rights go to BBC.
Rose's vision was blurry as she landed on top of Vivian. Her head (and every other stinking part) hurt, and she felt like she was going to explode. But, she was no longer in her cell. The room around her was decorated with black swirls on a white backdrop. She slowly turned her head, seeing the blue glowing cell across the room. Doctor, she thought.
And then Vivian smacked her, adding to her already pounding head. "You son of a-" Vivian cupped her hand over Rose's mouth, ending her sentence early. Rose yanked away, punching her in the ribs. She heard a satisfying crack and yanked away from Vivian's steel grip.
Rose panted as she ran, almost there, she thought, envisioning the Doctor, alone in a cell. She was only a foot away when Vivian grabbed her ankle, twisting it and yanking her down. Her head hit the floor with a sickening crack. She screamed as both her head and her ankle exploded with pain.
"Rose!" it was definite this time, someone was calling her name. Vivian pulled her definitely broken ankle and looked like she was winning when-
Rose bit her teeth into Vivian's fleshy arm. Salty blood filled Rose's mouth, and she spit it out as Vivian yanked her bleeding arm away. Pulling herself up, Rose stumbled up, limping over to the cell with the blue light. She looked behind her to find an angry Vivian following her. She looked like she was about to murder someone.
Rose fumbled around, looking for a weapon. Sadly, all she had was a Sharpie. Oh! She thought. That's all she needed. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled the Sharpie out. Just as she turned around, Vivian was right there, about to knock her unconscious. "Gotcha," Vivian said with a snarl.
"Not quite," Rose brought up her arm, swinging it wildly until it hit its mark, dead center of Vivian's eye.
Once, Rose had snuck down while her mother was watching a horror movie marathon. It was a zombie movie of sorts, but in the movie, the only way to kill the zombies was by cutting them apart, and burning the parts. Once cut, the blood spewed everywhere. Rose had nearly thrown up her dinner, and was grounded for ages for sneaking around.
The Sharpie sticking out of Vivian's eye was just like that. Vivian was swinging around with another syringe, trying to get her. "I know what you want," Rose said, backing up. "You want Bad Wolf to help you with something. I don't know what, but something. But she-it-is gone for good," Rose whispered.
"Not quite," Vivian quoted. She jabbed the needle into her arm, and started to press it down. Rose let herself fall for a moment, and then rolled, crushing her already hurt ankle, but yanking the needle-already half empty into her arm-from injecting her with anymore of that mystery substance. Rose plucked it up from the ground, and jabbed it into Vivian's arm. Vivian jerked to the side, and fell, twitching, onto the ground. After a minute of twitching, she lied still.
Rose bent down, checking for a pulse. There, beneath a layer of jewelry, was a steady pulse. Limping, she dragged Vivian's limp body over to the other side of the room. The room, Rose noticed, was strangely empty. No furniture, nothing. Her head was pounding, and she felt like she was going to pass out. But she was so close. She was limping, head pounding, and about to pass out-very intimidating to any enemies.
Her vision was in double, but she managed to find the key-placed statically right out of his reach-and she stumbled over to the door. There, she could see the Doctor-her Doctor-pacing, looking worried. Rose tried to put the key in, but her vision was tripling. The Doctor looked up at the noise of the key scraping the area around the door hole.
"Vivian?" he asked. Apparently she'd been visiting him, too. "Vivian, what have you done?" he shouted.
"Relax," she called out, her voice hoarse. "It's just me. I'm her to save you," with a click, she swung the door open. His trench coat was all wrinkled in the corner like a pillow, and, like her, had several tally marks drawn on the wall.
She stumbled forward into a half hug, nearly collapsing on top of him. Her broken leg fell from underneath of her, and her vision was going black around the edges. "Hey," she laughed.
"Hello," he replied, and then his eyes widened. "Your eyes," he said in horror.
"Wha-what is it?" she stuttered. Suddenly, her entire body collapsed underneath of her. She was shaking, and the needle rolled out from her hand.
"What is this stuff?" he asked her. She turned over onto the ground and started coughing up blood.
"Not a health drink," she muttered between coughs. Her hands were bright red. "I put the other half of it into Vivian, but it just-" Rose paused, coughing up more blood onto her hands. "Knocked her out, and it didn't do this before," Rose sat up, still coughing. "It just made me remember. I remember," the Doctor was crouched down beside her. "I remember Bad Wolf, all of it. I'm Bad Wolf, that's why they wanted me."
The Doctor leaned over her, still examining Rose's eyes. "Rose, how much of this have you had in your system?" he asked.
"I told you, I got it out but half of the needle was in already," she muttered as Rose tried to pull herself up.
"Did you have any before that?" he asked, helping her stand.
"Yes, it sent me back to the time of Bad Wolf. It hurt but," the world yanked from underneath of her, and she stumbled. Well, she thought, so much for a dashing rescue. "It hurt, but this feels like it's trying to bloody kill me."
"Rose," he said, looking at her in the eyes. "Rose, this stuff pulls up memories, dangerous memories. It puts you in the state that you were when the memories first occurred. In your case, you had all of the Time Vortex running through your head, and you were about to die," he looked at her with his sad, brown eyes. "I regenerated to save you. But I can't regenerate, I can't save you."
"Well then," Rose pulled herself up to a sitting position as the room blurred in and out of focus. "I have to go back into memory land," Rose flipped over suddenly, coughing up blood onto the floor. "Once I go there, it will all fade."
"Are you sure that it's the best idea?" he asked, scooping her up.
Rose fidgeted in his arms, despite their growing relationship; it was awkward to have him hold her like that. "It's the only idea. Also," she added as an afterthought. "I think it's a good one," he looked at her as she pulled herself up, dizzy.
"Fine, but not here, in the TARDIS, where it's safe," he grabbed her arm to support her. She stumbled, and then pulled herself up.
"We're off to see the TARDIS," she prompted. The Doctor caught along.
"The wonderful TARDIS of…" he trailed off for a moment. "Gallifray. Hmm," he paused, amused. "That doesn't quite work."
"Too many syllables," she added with a smirk. Then a thought occurred to her as he shut the door to the cell behind her. "Do you have any idea where the TARDIS is?" she asked.
"No. But I still have my TARDIS key, I can call it," he started bending down, as if he were untying his Converses. Then, he pulled out a silver key from the sole.
"You're kidding," Rose said. "You're kidding! Only you would think of hiding a key in your Converses. Only you," she laughed.
"I like being extraordinary. Allons-y!" Rose stumbled for a moment. He then pressed the key, and Rose heard the familiar whooshing and groaning of the TARDIS.
As it appeared, the Doctor unlocked the TARDIS and held it open in a romantic gesture. "My lady," he says.
"Why thank you," Rose replies, pretending to be flattered. She walks up to it, and stumbles for a moment on the door step, dizziness over coming her.
The Doctor grabbed her arm, steadying her. "You okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine. If anything a little nervous to go into my own past, what if I mess it up?" she looked into his brown eyes as he searched hers.
"I can go with you. Make sure that you stay on track," he smiled. "Besides, it's all in your head. You said that it was different this time, maybe you won't be the Rose doing it. You might be just watching it this time."
"Will the serum allow you to join me?" Rose asked hesitantly.
"It should. What do you say?" he asked her, and dizziness finally won.
She grabbed the Doctor's hand, "Allons-y," she said before collapsing on top of him.
The world glowed yellow for a moment, and she could feel herself going into her memories. But it seemed to be stuck, as if it couldn't go any further. The Doctor's hand was clasped in hers, and she pulled as hard as she could until she was falling into her memories once more.
But this time the Doctor as with her.
Okay, I really didn't want it to seem like Rose was being a 'damsel in distress' or anything. I'm really sorry if it seemed like that. Rose is awesomely strong and amazing and not at all like that. So yeah, if that was what it seemed like, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.