Fic: Sum of our Memories
Title: Sum of our Memories - Prologue
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None (Set sometime mid-series 2)
Summary: Rose Tyler wakes up in a sticky situation, that will only get worse before it gets better.
Rose Tyler woke up, realized she was on a table and restrained, and attempted to try to free herself. The last thing she remembered was one of the large, grey Vegans coming at her with an imposing looking needle. She wondered at the fact that despite coming out of a supposed drug induced sleep, her thinking was not slow or foggy. She had enough experience to know that this was extremely unusual.
She had a very clear view of the same Vegan now as he was leaning over her, nothing in his hands this time, but a fevered anxious look in his eyes. She kept trying to free herself from the restraints that held her to the table, unsurprisingly to no avail. She was dimly aware of the fact that the leather cuffs they had been before was now replaced by a thick metal. Maybe she had given them a bit of a run for their money at some point that she did not remember, and now they were trying to be more careful. The thought gave her little satisfaction.
“Let me go! The Doctor knows where I am, and if he finds me like this, it will only make him angry. You really don’t want to see an angry Oncoming Storm, especially when that anger is focused on you!”
Rose fell silent. The Mad Scientist, for that was what she had dubbed him for he managed to pull the look off despite the fact that he was not remotely human in appearance, was still in her field of vision. However, she had to describe the emotion on his face as being confused. That was not a usual reaction to threats of the Doctors anger. Laughter, fear, indifference, those, she was used to those.
The Mad scientist turned that same confused look to his colleagues briefly and turned back to her and began speaking.
She did not understand a word he said.
“What?”
He spoke again, this time clear and forceful. Again, the words meant nothing to her. Her insides twisted. She panicked.
“What have you done to him! Where is he? Let me up and I’ll rip your horns out for coathooks!”
Mad Scientist yelled this time, apparently stopping after each word. Rose’s insults and desperate queries continued. Mad Scientist turned again to his colleagues she was dimly aware that some kind of fevered argument broke out. By this time, hot, angry tears were rolling down her face.
“Bastards! Let me up! What have you done?”
Mad Scientist turned to her again and, argument with the other Vegans over, barked an order. Her world went abruptly black.
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Rating: PG
Spoilers: None (Set sometime mid-series 2)
Summary: Rose Tyler wakes up in a sticky situation, that will only get worse before it gets better.
Rose Tyler woke up, realized she was on a table and restrained, and attempted to try to free herself. The last thing she remembered was one of the large, grey Vegans coming at her with an imposing looking needle. She wondered at the fact that despite coming out of a supposed drug induced sleep, her thinking was not slow or foggy. She had enough experience to know that this was extremely unusual.
She had a very clear view of the same Vegan now as he was leaning over her, nothing in his hands this time, but a fevered anxious look in his eyes. She kept trying to free herself from the restraints that held her to the table, unsurprisingly to no avail. She was dimly aware of the fact that the leather cuffs they had been before was now replaced by a thick metal. Maybe she had given them a bit of a run for their money at some point that she did not remember, and now they were trying to be more careful. The thought gave her little satisfaction.
“Let me go! The Doctor knows where I am, and if he finds me like this, it will only make him angry. You really don’t want to see an angry Oncoming Storm, especially when that anger is focused on you!”
Rose fell silent. The Mad Scientist, for that was what she had dubbed him for he managed to pull the look off despite the fact that he was not remotely human in appearance, was still in her field of vision. However, she had to describe the emotion on his face as being confused. That was not a usual reaction to threats of the Doctors anger. Laughter, fear, indifference, those, she was used to those.
The Mad scientist turned that same confused look to his colleagues briefly and turned back to her and began speaking.
She did not understand a word he said.
“What?”
He spoke again, this time clear and forceful. Again, the words meant nothing to her. Her insides twisted. She panicked.
“What have you done to him! Where is he? Let me up and I’ll rip your horns out for coathooks!”
Mad Scientist yelled this time, apparently stopping after each word. Rose’s insults and desperate queries continued. Mad Scientist turned again to his colleagues she was dimly aware that some kind of fevered argument broke out. By this time, hot, angry tears were rolling down her face.
“Bastards! Let me up! What have you done?”
Mad Scientist turned to her again and, argument with the other Vegans over, barked an order. Her world went abruptly black.
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