DR WHO FIC: No Such Thing [1/?]
title No Such Thing (1/?)
author charlottetrips
rating & warnings PG-13, mild swearing
characters TenII/Rose, Alt!Pete, Alt!Jake, Alt!Mickey
genre & chapter word-count drama, angst, 955
summary Her Doctor is dying and his only hope lies on the other side of the Void. Would Rose risk the universe to save the man who would grow old with her?
It happens at her parents’ anniversary party.
One moment, he’s laughing and cracking jokes with Jake and the next he’s writhing on the floor, clawing and gasping for his next breath. His eyes are wide, staring at nothing in particular, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish fallen out of its fishbowl.
Rose’s head swivels at the startled cries and the sudden absence of the Doctor’s voice. She is at his side in an instant, knocking down the champagne fountain in her sprint from across the room. She barely registers the crash of glass as the careful tower hits the ground.
Jake is on his knees next to the convulsing man, trying to pin down his arms and torso so he doesn’t keep banging his head against the marble floor of the Tylers’ ballroom.
“What happened? Was there an attack? Was he drinking something? Eating anything?” The questions come one after the next in a rapid-fire sequence. She doesn’t even wait for a response as she turns to shout orders behind her. “I need a medic on the scene, pronto! Get Mickey and my father, tell them it’s the Doctor! Secure the perimeter! No one goes in or out until I find out exactly what happened here!”
The members of her unit who are present get into motion immediately. The Special Ops team under Rose Tyler has been trained into following her orders blindly. Rose’s instincts and intelligence have been proven right time and time again.
She sits on the ground, heedless of her dress’ costly silk, and maneuvers his head into her lap. He doesn’t react to her presence in any way and just continues to shake, spit coming out of his mouth.
She isn’t going to cry.
She wipes the saliva away with the hem of her dress. TARDIS blue, just for him. “I’m here, darling. Rose is here,” she says softly, knowing that her voice has brought him comfort in other desperate times. It seems to work now because as abruptly as he’d started shaking, he stops.
His body goes limp. His eyes fall close. He’s so still that she’s afraid he’s dead. One shaking hand moves away from his head and down to his chest, over his single human heart. It’s still beating. Faintly, but it’s still there.
The heartbeat seems to shake her out of the shock she’d nearly slipped into. Her head whips up, blonde curls falling off her shoulder. “Where’s the GODDAMN MEDIC!”
The crowd that’s formed around them backs away at her roar. She sees her father and Mickey just breaking through the guests. Her eyes meet her dad’s, the heart-stopping fear only revealed to him. He nods in understanding and pulls another body through behind him. Dr. Owen Harper rushes past her father with a medkit already open in his hands.
“What are the symptoms?” he asks as he kneels next to the still body of the Doctor. His stethoscope is in his ears, bioscanner running over the Doctor.
Jake relates what happened as Rose finds herself unable to answer, her entire being focused on keeping his chest rising and falling. She feels that as long as she wills him to be alive, he will remain alive. She can feel a headache starting to form behind her eyes.
“His heart rate’s a little under normal but stable. Blood pressure normal. Mild bruises on his body from the convulsions. No indication of virus, infection or poison,” Owen lists off in his calm demeanor. He looks up at Rose and then to Pete. “But I’d like to move him to my sickbay so I can take a better look at his condition. There is no evident cause for his unconsciousness state at this point.”
Pete nods, looking at Rose who doesn’t disagree with him. They move him carefully using one of the foldaway tables that had been rented for the party. Rose insists on riding in the same vehicle with him, not willing to have him wake up without her there. She refuses to think about the other reason why she won’t leave his side (that he may die and she wouldn’t be there).
The minutes leading up to Torchwood One’s sickbay is a blur to her. Owen and his staff have attached him to the deep-bioscan and are murmuring medical terminology amongst themselves.
Her father has to pry her fingers away from the Doctor’s limp and slightly cold ones. She can’t help the small cry at the separation. Pete puts an arm around his daughter who leans into him, her tear-filled eyes still unable to leave the Doctor’s body.
It’d only been a little over a year that she’d had time to grow old with him. Why was he being taken away from her now? She fists a hand to her mouth and attempts to stifle the sobs that squeeze out of her throat. Owen glances at Pete who understands the look immediately and starts to lead Rose out of sickbay and into the waiting room outside.
“No!” She fights against his hold, not with the trained movements of a Torchwood agent, but with a desperation that is creeping over her.
“Rose,” he shifts his arms so that he is holding her close to his chest so she can hear the rumble of his voice. It was the voice of reason in the years before she found her Doctor again and it had the same effect now in the chaos of her mind. “Rose, honey. You’ve got to let them work. We’ll be right outside.”
She stops fighting him and lets herself be led out but not before she has one last glance at the Doctor lying on the medical bed, lying as still as death.
Two.
author’s note: Inspired by 0RainbowProductions video “Try Anything”. This is going to be a longer chaptered fic than I’ve done for the Doctor Who universe so wish me luck because it’s always with a little trepidation I approach doing longer stories. I fear that my attention span doesn’t last long :/
author charlottetrips
rating & warnings PG-13, mild swearing
characters TenII/Rose, Alt!Pete, Alt!Jake, Alt!Mickey
genre & chapter word-count drama, angst, 955
summary Her Doctor is dying and his only hope lies on the other side of the Void. Would Rose risk the universe to save the man who would grow old with her?
It happens at her parents’ anniversary party.
One moment, he’s laughing and cracking jokes with Jake and the next he’s writhing on the floor, clawing and gasping for his next breath. His eyes are wide, staring at nothing in particular, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish fallen out of its fishbowl.
Rose’s head swivels at the startled cries and the sudden absence of the Doctor’s voice. She is at his side in an instant, knocking down the champagne fountain in her sprint from across the room. She barely registers the crash of glass as the careful tower hits the ground.
Jake is on his knees next to the convulsing man, trying to pin down his arms and torso so he doesn’t keep banging his head against the marble floor of the Tylers’ ballroom.
“What happened? Was there an attack? Was he drinking something? Eating anything?” The questions come one after the next in a rapid-fire sequence. She doesn’t even wait for a response as she turns to shout orders behind her. “I need a medic on the scene, pronto! Get Mickey and my father, tell them it’s the Doctor! Secure the perimeter! No one goes in or out until I find out exactly what happened here!”
The members of her unit who are present get into motion immediately. The Special Ops team under Rose Tyler has been trained into following her orders blindly. Rose’s instincts and intelligence have been proven right time and time again.
She sits on the ground, heedless of her dress’ costly silk, and maneuvers his head into her lap. He doesn’t react to her presence in any way and just continues to shake, spit coming out of his mouth.
She isn’t going to cry.
She wipes the saliva away with the hem of her dress. TARDIS blue, just for him. “I’m here, darling. Rose is here,” she says softly, knowing that her voice has brought him comfort in other desperate times. It seems to work now because as abruptly as he’d started shaking, he stops.
His body goes limp. His eyes fall close. He’s so still that she’s afraid he’s dead. One shaking hand moves away from his head and down to his chest, over his single human heart. It’s still beating. Faintly, but it’s still there.
The heartbeat seems to shake her out of the shock she’d nearly slipped into. Her head whips up, blonde curls falling off her shoulder. “Where’s the GODDAMN MEDIC!”
The crowd that’s formed around them backs away at her roar. She sees her father and Mickey just breaking through the guests. Her eyes meet her dad’s, the heart-stopping fear only revealed to him. He nods in understanding and pulls another body through behind him. Dr. Owen Harper rushes past her father with a medkit already open in his hands.
“What are the symptoms?” he asks as he kneels next to the still body of the Doctor. His stethoscope is in his ears, bioscanner running over the Doctor.
Jake relates what happened as Rose finds herself unable to answer, her entire being focused on keeping his chest rising and falling. She feels that as long as she wills him to be alive, he will remain alive. She can feel a headache starting to form behind her eyes.
“His heart rate’s a little under normal but stable. Blood pressure normal. Mild bruises on his body from the convulsions. No indication of virus, infection or poison,” Owen lists off in his calm demeanor. He looks up at Rose and then to Pete. “But I’d like to move him to my sickbay so I can take a better look at his condition. There is no evident cause for his unconsciousness state at this point.”
Pete nods, looking at Rose who doesn’t disagree with him. They move him carefully using one of the foldaway tables that had been rented for the party. Rose insists on riding in the same vehicle with him, not willing to have him wake up without her there. She refuses to think about the other reason why she won’t leave his side (that he may die and she wouldn’t be there).
The minutes leading up to Torchwood One’s sickbay is a blur to her. Owen and his staff have attached him to the deep-bioscan and are murmuring medical terminology amongst themselves.
Her father has to pry her fingers away from the Doctor’s limp and slightly cold ones. She can’t help the small cry at the separation. Pete puts an arm around his daughter who leans into him, her tear-filled eyes still unable to leave the Doctor’s body.
It’d only been a little over a year that she’d had time to grow old with him. Why was he being taken away from her now? She fists a hand to her mouth and attempts to stifle the sobs that squeeze out of her throat. Owen glances at Pete who understands the look immediately and starts to lead Rose out of sickbay and into the waiting room outside.
“No!” She fights against his hold, not with the trained movements of a Torchwood agent, but with a desperation that is creeping over her.
“Rose,” he shifts his arms so that he is holding her close to his chest so she can hear the rumble of his voice. It was the voice of reason in the years before she found her Doctor again and it had the same effect now in the chaos of her mind. “Rose, honey. You’ve got to let them work. We’ll be right outside.”
She stops fighting him and lets herself be led out but not before she has one last glance at the Doctor lying on the medical bed, lying as still as death.
Two.
author’s note: Inspired by 0RainbowProductions video “Try Anything”. This is going to be a longer chaptered fic than I’ve done for the Doctor Who universe so wish me luck because it’s always with a little trepidation I approach doing longer stories. I fear that my attention span doesn’t last long :/