Doctor Who: Time
A/N: Quicker than I thought, and the next one is coming along quite nicely. Expect another by Tuesday :D
Title: Time
Pairing: 10/Rose
Rating: T for now
Disclaimer: Not mine, but if your offering...
Summary: Post-Doomsday fix it of only mildly epic proportions. In which the Doctor, Rose and Donna save the Earth, Pete's World and a handful of others. Let's see how.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
“It’s like…” What in the world was a suitable Earth metaphor concurrent with Donna’s knowledge base? There was really no way he could parallel the situation to Coronation Street, at least not until season eight of the year three thousand revival. Which reminded him, he really ought to clean out his TiVo. “The Qomian Transitory Spatial/Temporal Monitor essentially monitors the Time Vortex.” Donna nodded, so far so good. “The Time Vortex… It’s like if… Oh, have you ever had one of those Jell-O salads, the kind with bits of pineapple floating in it?” Donna nodded again, only slightly perturbed “It’s like that.” The Doctor nods triumphantly.
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“You there! Girl!” Rose was stilled a bit speechless to tell the truth. And she wasn’t really dressed for the desert. “You’re trespassing, this is private property!” Turning dazedly around to look in the direction of the voice, Rose wondered what in the world giant blue ants were doing in London. And while she was on the topic, why was there a house, appearing to be straight out of Ancient Greece if one ignored its translucency? But then again, what was a desert of blue sand doing in London. “I see you! You know there’s a fee now for trespassing? Yeah, the Council is cracking down on you bums!” As the two luridly shaded insects clacked there way briskly towards Rose as she stumbled up from the equally vivid sand. “Watcha think Nok? Think they’ll get to keep her?” The ant to the left leaned towards the right hand one conspiratorially, it’s mandibles moving in some parody of speech. The right ones antennas moved about in Rose’s general direction before Nok responded
“Smells human, we could probably convince him. Perhaps if there was a bit of vandalism in addition to squatting.” Nok nudged the other creature with his shoulder before both faced Rose again.
“Perfect, I’m starving”
Normally, Rose might have been more perturbed by this development. But as it was, she was preoccupied with something else. She could understand them. She could understand the, because they were speaking English. English. Unfortunately the translating properties of the TARDIS could not carry over into Pete’s World through the Veil. She had struggled considerably with the language barrier when she had travelled the globe, not so much out of actual difficulty in picking up the native tongue. Rather, it was a painful reminder of just what she had lost.
Rose was pretty certain that six-foot tall blue ants did not speak English. Pretty damn sure. And that meant… That meant…
Nok and Bok stood side by side a little stunned themselves. Having made it across the expanse of sand between the estate and the scrumptious looking trespasser, they found themselves looking not at a potential meal but a rapidly dispersing cloud of gold particles.
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“Have you seen Rose?” Beth-Anne smiled a little at Mickey, the newest head of Field Operatives; he was a bit of a dish in her opinion. Too bad he was taken.
“Nope, sorry. You tell her to watch out though, Mary’s on the warpath and she’s late.” She replied with only the faintest hint of a sigh.
Mickey sighed a little himself. Rose was late, not just for work now but the meeting she had arranged between him, Johnny and her. While she might be late for work, she wouldn’t have missed the meeting. To top it off he wasn’t answering her magic phone, the one which had a signal no matter what or where. Or when, the way she tells it. Mickey kept walking past Beth-Anne’s cubicle in Unmentionables and out into the corridor. Unmentionables was located in the sub-basement and even the hallways were a bit bleak, painted hospital beige and scented of mildew, the walls seemed to press in on you. Mickey hated it down here but visited regularly for Rose’s sake. Actually, he checked on her more for his own benefit. It was heartening to see her sitting at her little desk every day, working away on this or that, fiddling with things just like the Doctor had.
Those first three months after the Canary Wharf incident, or The Attack of the Cybermen!, as the press referred to it, were horrible and wonderful all at once for Mickey. He had his Gran back, healthy and bossing him about, but he had lost Rose. She may have been on this side of the Veil physically but her mind was anywhere but here.
One of the best things about Rose had always been her smile. Since they were little, Mickey had made it a bit of a private competition with himself to see how often he could make Rose grin at him in that exact way of hers. As it often was, the older they got the more difficult the game became, but it was never impossible. And after she met the Doctor… then almost every time he saw her she was just beaming. So three months of just not seeing her smile, not at all. No matter how many stupid stories he would tell her when he visited her up in that great mansion of Pete’s, or how much tea he brought her, or anything he could have done at all really. It really, really, sucked.
Then she hears the Doctor in her dreams and Mickey was happy to take her all the way to bleeding Norway. Happy because, even thought she woke him up at like two in the morning banging away on the door to his flat. When he opened the door, rubbing wearily at his eyes, she was just grinning away. “He’s coming for me Mickey! I thought I wasn’t ever going to see him again but he’s coming to get me!” So they finally get to Norway, and they’re at the ironically named Dårlig Ulv Stranden, and the Doctor just appears, right out of nowhere, down the rocky beach. No TARDIS or nothing. And he and Rose get to talking and Mickey thinks This is it. They’re going to hug or something and then they’ll both just fade away. And he was surprised at how not sad he was. There was a ball of pain lodged in his throat at the thought of never seeing his best mate again, but even if he couldn’t see it, making Rose smile was always his favourite game.
Then the bloody bastard disappears.
Then Rose goes a bit mad and goes travelling all across the globe, comes back, and completely loses the plot. Mickey doesn’t really know for sure whether it was a good idea to indulge Rose in searching for her own way back to the Doctor. The threat of the collapse of the known universes hangs a bit heavy on his neck, but… Well, she had a job now. And a couple of mates, and Jackie was ecstatic she was getting out of the house at all. What harm was there in letting her and Johnny down in the Physics department muck about with a bit of alien tech? Jake thought he was off his nut, but then that was a common theme between them and Mickey thought it was kind of sorta worth it. ‘Cause, maybe she wasn’t beaming or nothing but she was smiling again. Just a little, here and there. Over stupid stuff like when Tony toddled over to her as soon as he was set down, or at the telly, or, every now and again, at Mickey.
Even though Rose seemed to be getting better Mickey still worried, and she had never been late for work before, let alone one of their covert meetings. So he was roaming up and down the sub-basement corridors in hopes of catching her on the way in. Stuffing his hands in his pockets Mickey ambled down one direction, thinking that he might just call up Jackie again and see if she knew anything, when he heard the crash of the heavy doors opening behind him. Turning on his he heel he saw Rose, a bit rumpled and covered in what looked like blue glitter to him, stalking down the hallway, the door swinging shut behind her.
“Rose!” he set off briskly in her direction “Thank God, you had me worried mate. Beth-Anne says Mary’s in a right mood too so you better watch out.” They met now near the middle of the hall, Rose stared up at him for a moment, uncomprehending, before the light seemed to go on.
“I will, just… Mickey were there any readings in today? From Cardiff or something? Something a bit… odd?”
“Why? I don’t think so, no. What happened to you?” Mickey squinted at her, her hair was rumpled and upon closer inspection the blue glitter was more granular than he would have expected. “Did you go out last night? I know Shayenne was planning a pub crawl.”
“What? No, no I just… Never mind, the train was late s’all” Rose patted her hair self consciously and dusted off her blouse before peering somewhere behind him “I’ll just go talk to Mary, tell her I’m sorry, yeah.” Mickey looked over his shoulder and Rose was off, darting past him and speed walking down the corridor before he could move. Catching himself up, Mickey moved after her, reaching her right as she turned the corner into another hall. Grasping her arm in an effort to stop her hurried escape, he was taken aback at the sudden and unfamiliar tingling sensation which overcame him once he made contact. Glancing downwards, he did a double take at the golden glow he seemed to be emanating, raising his eyes he was equally horrified to discover that the golden cloud of particles were radiating from Rose’s eyes.
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Beth-Anne clacked down corridor B to get her papers from the printer two doors down in filing. The one Unmentionables shared was working fine but if she ran into Mickey like she hoped, she could just say it was out of toner or something. Running her hand over her hair then down her smart new suit-skirt combo she bought just this past weekend at the Top Shop, she swayed as seductively as possible down the corridor before turning left.
Mickey was nowhere in sight, so Beth-Anne let out the breath she was holding in, partially in disappointment, partially in discomfort. On the inhale there was telltale tickling in her nose for a split second before she sneezed three times in rapid succession. Grimacing, she rubbed at her now clogged nose and wonder how on earth this yellow pollen had gotten all the way down to the sub-basement.
Title: Time
Pairing: 10/Rose
Rating: T for now
Disclaimer: Not mine, but if your offering...
Summary: Post-Doomsday fix it of only mildly epic proportions. In which the Doctor, Rose and Donna save the Earth, Pete's World and a handful of others. Let's see how.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
“It’s like…” What in the world was a suitable Earth metaphor concurrent with Donna’s knowledge base? There was really no way he could parallel the situation to Coronation Street, at least not until season eight of the year three thousand revival. Which reminded him, he really ought to clean out his TiVo. “The Qomian Transitory Spatial/Temporal Monitor essentially monitors the Time Vortex.” Donna nodded, so far so good. “The Time Vortex… It’s like if… Oh, have you ever had one of those Jell-O salads, the kind with bits of pineapple floating in it?” Donna nodded again, only slightly perturbed “It’s like that.” The Doctor nods triumphantly.
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“You there! Girl!” Rose was stilled a bit speechless to tell the truth. And she wasn’t really dressed for the desert. “You’re trespassing, this is private property!” Turning dazedly around to look in the direction of the voice, Rose wondered what in the world giant blue ants were doing in London. And while she was on the topic, why was there a house, appearing to be straight out of Ancient Greece if one ignored its translucency? But then again, what was a desert of blue sand doing in London. “I see you! You know there’s a fee now for trespassing? Yeah, the Council is cracking down on you bums!” As the two luridly shaded insects clacked there way briskly towards Rose as she stumbled up from the equally vivid sand. “Watcha think Nok? Think they’ll get to keep her?” The ant to the left leaned towards the right hand one conspiratorially, it’s mandibles moving in some parody of speech. The right ones antennas moved about in Rose’s general direction before Nok responded
“Smells human, we could probably convince him. Perhaps if there was a bit of vandalism in addition to squatting.” Nok nudged the other creature with his shoulder before both faced Rose again.
“Perfect, I’m starving”
Normally, Rose might have been more perturbed by this development. But as it was, she was preoccupied with something else. She could understand them. She could understand the, because they were speaking English. English. Unfortunately the translating properties of the TARDIS could not carry over into Pete’s World through the Veil. She had struggled considerably with the language barrier when she had travelled the globe, not so much out of actual difficulty in picking up the native tongue. Rather, it was a painful reminder of just what she had lost.
Rose was pretty certain that six-foot tall blue ants did not speak English. Pretty damn sure. And that meant… That meant…
Nok and Bok stood side by side a little stunned themselves. Having made it across the expanse of sand between the estate and the scrumptious looking trespasser, they found themselves looking not at a potential meal but a rapidly dispersing cloud of gold particles.
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“Have you seen Rose?” Beth-Anne smiled a little at Mickey, the newest head of Field Operatives; he was a bit of a dish in her opinion. Too bad he was taken.
“Nope, sorry. You tell her to watch out though, Mary’s on the warpath and she’s late.” She replied with only the faintest hint of a sigh.
Mickey sighed a little himself. Rose was late, not just for work now but the meeting she had arranged between him, Johnny and her. While she might be late for work, she wouldn’t have missed the meeting. To top it off he wasn’t answering her magic phone, the one which had a signal no matter what or where. Or when, the way she tells it. Mickey kept walking past Beth-Anne’s cubicle in Unmentionables and out into the corridor. Unmentionables was located in the sub-basement and even the hallways were a bit bleak, painted hospital beige and scented of mildew, the walls seemed to press in on you. Mickey hated it down here but visited regularly for Rose’s sake. Actually, he checked on her more for his own benefit. It was heartening to see her sitting at her little desk every day, working away on this or that, fiddling with things just like the Doctor had.
Those first three months after the Canary Wharf incident, or The Attack of the Cybermen!, as the press referred to it, were horrible and wonderful all at once for Mickey. He had his Gran back, healthy and bossing him about, but he had lost Rose. She may have been on this side of the Veil physically but her mind was anywhere but here.
One of the best things about Rose had always been her smile. Since they were little, Mickey had made it a bit of a private competition with himself to see how often he could make Rose grin at him in that exact way of hers. As it often was, the older they got the more difficult the game became, but it was never impossible. And after she met the Doctor… then almost every time he saw her she was just beaming. So three months of just not seeing her smile, not at all. No matter how many stupid stories he would tell her when he visited her up in that great mansion of Pete’s, or how much tea he brought her, or anything he could have done at all really. It really, really, sucked.
Then she hears the Doctor in her dreams and Mickey was happy to take her all the way to bleeding Norway. Happy because, even thought she woke him up at like two in the morning banging away on the door to his flat. When he opened the door, rubbing wearily at his eyes, she was just grinning away. “He’s coming for me Mickey! I thought I wasn’t ever going to see him again but he’s coming to get me!” So they finally get to Norway, and they’re at the ironically named Dårlig Ulv Stranden, and the Doctor just appears, right out of nowhere, down the rocky beach. No TARDIS or nothing. And he and Rose get to talking and Mickey thinks This is it. They’re going to hug or something and then they’ll both just fade away. And he was surprised at how not sad he was. There was a ball of pain lodged in his throat at the thought of never seeing his best mate again, but even if he couldn’t see it, making Rose smile was always his favourite game.
Then the bloody bastard disappears.
Then Rose goes a bit mad and goes travelling all across the globe, comes back, and completely loses the plot. Mickey doesn’t really know for sure whether it was a good idea to indulge Rose in searching for her own way back to the Doctor. The threat of the collapse of the known universes hangs a bit heavy on his neck, but… Well, she had a job now. And a couple of mates, and Jackie was ecstatic she was getting out of the house at all. What harm was there in letting her and Johnny down in the Physics department muck about with a bit of alien tech? Jake thought he was off his nut, but then that was a common theme between them and Mickey thought it was kind of sorta worth it. ‘Cause, maybe she wasn’t beaming or nothing but she was smiling again. Just a little, here and there. Over stupid stuff like when Tony toddled over to her as soon as he was set down, or at the telly, or, every now and again, at Mickey.
Even though Rose seemed to be getting better Mickey still worried, and she had never been late for work before, let alone one of their covert meetings. So he was roaming up and down the sub-basement corridors in hopes of catching her on the way in. Stuffing his hands in his pockets Mickey ambled down one direction, thinking that he might just call up Jackie again and see if she knew anything, when he heard the crash of the heavy doors opening behind him. Turning on his he heel he saw Rose, a bit rumpled and covered in what looked like blue glitter to him, stalking down the hallway, the door swinging shut behind her.
“Rose!” he set off briskly in her direction “Thank God, you had me worried mate. Beth-Anne says Mary’s in a right mood too so you better watch out.” They met now near the middle of the hall, Rose stared up at him for a moment, uncomprehending, before the light seemed to go on.
“I will, just… Mickey were there any readings in today? From Cardiff or something? Something a bit… odd?”
“Why? I don’t think so, no. What happened to you?” Mickey squinted at her, her hair was rumpled and upon closer inspection the blue glitter was more granular than he would have expected. “Did you go out last night? I know Shayenne was planning a pub crawl.”
“What? No, no I just… Never mind, the train was late s’all” Rose patted her hair self consciously and dusted off her blouse before peering somewhere behind him “I’ll just go talk to Mary, tell her I’m sorry, yeah.” Mickey looked over his shoulder and Rose was off, darting past him and speed walking down the corridor before he could move. Catching himself up, Mickey moved after her, reaching her right as she turned the corner into another hall. Grasping her arm in an effort to stop her hurried escape, he was taken aback at the sudden and unfamiliar tingling sensation which overcame him once he made contact. Glancing downwards, he did a double take at the golden glow he seemed to be emanating, raising his eyes he was equally horrified to discover that the golden cloud of particles were radiating from Rose’s eyes.
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Beth-Anne clacked down corridor B to get her papers from the printer two doors down in filing. The one Unmentionables shared was working fine but if she ran into Mickey like she hoped, she could just say it was out of toner or something. Running her hand over her hair then down her smart new suit-skirt combo she bought just this past weekend at the Top Shop, she swayed as seductively as possible down the corridor before turning left.
Mickey was nowhere in sight, so Beth-Anne let out the breath she was holding in, partially in disappointment, partially in discomfort. On the inhale there was telltale tickling in her nose for a split second before she sneezed three times in rapid succession. Grimacing, she rubbed at her now clogged nose and wonder how on earth this yellow pollen had gotten all the way down to the sub-basement.