Times Fool 2/?
Title: Times Fool 2/?
Author: doves_wing
Beta: The awesometastic czarina_kitty
Pairing: Nine/Jack/Rose
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Suspense, slight Horror
Warnings: If you had a bad medical experience, this might not be for you. Nothing too explicit, but better safe than sorry...
Summary: When Rose, Jack, and the Doctor make their way back to the TARDIS after a long day, they find their adventure isn't quite over, and not all is what it seems.
A/N: Written for the OT3 H/C Bingo at betterwiththree , for the prompt Haunted.
Previous Chapter
The Doctor stormed off from their shared room, too angry to fight it out with Rose. He didn’t want to waste the energy, she never listened, their arguments usually ended in a stalemate. Jack cited his “do not get involved with internal arguments unless they directly involve him” rule for relationships with more than two people involved, and as a follower of such a rule, rarely did anything to resolve them.
The TARDIS was being odd. The water system was on the fritz, and now apparently so was the lighting. The light in the hall flickered. The Doctor frowned; the light in the TARDIS never flickered. There was a sound. He whirled around.
“Who… Rose?” He called, “Rose? Look, I’m sorry I…” But Rose wasn’t there. There was nothing there, he realized. He had to be imagining it. He was exhausted, after all. He used a Martian Biofeedback technique to calm his racing hearts.
There was a thump. He strode purposefully towards the corner.
“Rose, come out already, look, I said I was…”
He rounded the corner.
There was nothing there.
“Rassilon…” he swore, running his hand through short hair. He must be going crazy, or his ship was trying to tell him something. He closed his eyes, and sent out a psychic tendril of his own consciousness, attempting to link with his ship.
And all he found was a brick wall.
It wasn’t a literal brick wall, of course, but it was certainly the psychic equivalent of one. A Time Lord, testing higher on the psychic scale than most other species, blocked by a brick wall? He laughed internally, and launched an attack on the metaphorical wall.
It didn’t budge.
“Fine. Be like that, then. I’ll just find out what’s wrong on my own.” His ship usually had its reasons for blocking communication. Perhaps there was a bug in one of her systems; probably, he suspected, the water system.
He took out his sonic screwdriver, and aimed it at the walls. The feedback flashed ‘666666’ and then settled on ‘000000’.
He frowned at it, shook it, and aimed it again at the walls. The display didn’t change.
He was starting to get worried now. He couldn’t get through to his ship, was in the middle of a hallways in the middle of the TARDIS, and his sonic screwdriver wasn’t working. Not to mention, there was a psychic brick wall that he ought to be able to break, which dampened any psychic ability he might have.
“This isn’t funny,” he grumbled. He looked around him. The hall had fallen darker in the time spent in his head. He started to head back the way he came. No one knew more about the TARDIS than he did, but perhaps Jack would be a good person to bounce some ideas off of.
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Rose awoke with a falling sensation, as if she was just landing on her bed. She looked around. Jack’s arm was around her waist, and he was drooling on the pillow. She wrinkled her nose at him, and made a move to get out from under his heavy arm.
Something darted in the corner of her eye towards the door. It didn’t look particularly human.
“… Jack…” she shook his shoulder. He remained resolutely asleep. “Jack!” She yelped as she saw another shadow out of the corner of her eye. He didn’t budge. She grabbed a pillow from behind her, a futile shield against something she could not see, merely sense in the way that you see something in your dark bedroom as a child. Something that is definitely there, but when you turn your head, nonexistent; as a child, Rose had run to Jackie in fright. Now there appeared to be no one, and damn it, she was scared.
“Rose!”
She could hear the Doctors voice! She wasn’t alone after all!
“Doctor!”
“Rose, I can’t believe you! You touched the console again, and I told you not to, and you never listen do you? Stupid ape, can’t understand a simple directive. Honestly, why do we keep you around? Jack, at least, makes himself useful and I swear, if you spill nail polish on the grating one more time…”
The thing about the Doctor is that while he looked human, he most definitely was not, in any sense of the word. Eyes hollow, the way they got when he started thinking about his home planet, the Doctor rounded the corner and stood in the doorway.
“Useless, utterly useless, why do I even bother…”
Rose frowned. The Doctor was, in many ways, not a friendly person; on the other hand, he wasn’t quite this harsh. Something was wrong, she could tell, it had to be-
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The penetrating beep of a machine roused her slightly. Patient 4090H3 twitched slightly in her sleep. A white coat floated before her eyes, syringe in hand. She followed the fluid drip down through the tube, until it fell under the swell of her breast, and she could no longer see it. She couldn’t move, but she had to, she had to follow that drop-
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Author: doves_wing
Beta: The awesometastic czarina_kitty
Pairing: Nine/Jack/Rose
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Suspense, slight Horror
Warnings: If you had a bad medical experience, this might not be for you. Nothing too explicit, but better safe than sorry...
Summary: When Rose, Jack, and the Doctor make their way back to the TARDIS after a long day, they find their adventure isn't quite over, and not all is what it seems.
A/N: Written for the OT3 H/C Bingo at betterwiththree , for the prompt Haunted.
Previous Chapter
The Doctor stormed off from their shared room, too angry to fight it out with Rose. He didn’t want to waste the energy, she never listened, their arguments usually ended in a stalemate. Jack cited his “do not get involved with internal arguments unless they directly involve him” rule for relationships with more than two people involved, and as a follower of such a rule, rarely did anything to resolve them.
The TARDIS was being odd. The water system was on the fritz, and now apparently so was the lighting. The light in the hall flickered. The Doctor frowned; the light in the TARDIS never flickered. There was a sound. He whirled around.
“Who… Rose?” He called, “Rose? Look, I’m sorry I…” But Rose wasn’t there. There was nothing there, he realized. He had to be imagining it. He was exhausted, after all. He used a Martian Biofeedback technique to calm his racing hearts.
There was a thump. He strode purposefully towards the corner.
“Rose, come out already, look, I said I was…”
He rounded the corner.
There was nothing there.
“Rassilon…” he swore, running his hand through short hair. He must be going crazy, or his ship was trying to tell him something. He closed his eyes, and sent out a psychic tendril of his own consciousness, attempting to link with his ship.
And all he found was a brick wall.
It wasn’t a literal brick wall, of course, but it was certainly the psychic equivalent of one. A Time Lord, testing higher on the psychic scale than most other species, blocked by a brick wall? He laughed internally, and launched an attack on the metaphorical wall.
It didn’t budge.
“Fine. Be like that, then. I’ll just find out what’s wrong on my own.” His ship usually had its reasons for blocking communication. Perhaps there was a bug in one of her systems; probably, he suspected, the water system.
He took out his sonic screwdriver, and aimed it at the walls. The feedback flashed ‘666666’ and then settled on ‘000000’.
He frowned at it, shook it, and aimed it again at the walls. The display didn’t change.
He was starting to get worried now. He couldn’t get through to his ship, was in the middle of a hallways in the middle of the TARDIS, and his sonic screwdriver wasn’t working. Not to mention, there was a psychic brick wall that he ought to be able to break, which dampened any psychic ability he might have.
“This isn’t funny,” he grumbled. He looked around him. The hall had fallen darker in the time spent in his head. He started to head back the way he came. No one knew more about the TARDIS than he did, but perhaps Jack would be a good person to bounce some ideas off of.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Rose awoke with a falling sensation, as if she was just landing on her bed. She looked around. Jack’s arm was around her waist, and he was drooling on the pillow. She wrinkled her nose at him, and made a move to get out from under his heavy arm.
Something darted in the corner of her eye towards the door. It didn’t look particularly human.
“… Jack…” she shook his shoulder. He remained resolutely asleep. “Jack!” She yelped as she saw another shadow out of the corner of her eye. He didn’t budge. She grabbed a pillow from behind her, a futile shield against something she could not see, merely sense in the way that you see something in your dark bedroom as a child. Something that is definitely there, but when you turn your head, nonexistent; as a child, Rose had run to Jackie in fright. Now there appeared to be no one, and damn it, she was scared.
“Rose!”
She could hear the Doctors voice! She wasn’t alone after all!
“Doctor!”
“Rose, I can’t believe you! You touched the console again, and I told you not to, and you never listen do you? Stupid ape, can’t understand a simple directive. Honestly, why do we keep you around? Jack, at least, makes himself useful and I swear, if you spill nail polish on the grating one more time…”
The thing about the Doctor is that while he looked human, he most definitely was not, in any sense of the word. Eyes hollow, the way they got when he started thinking about his home planet, the Doctor rounded the corner and stood in the doorway.
“Useless, utterly useless, why do I even bother…”
Rose frowned. The Doctor was, in many ways, not a friendly person; on the other hand, he wasn’t quite this harsh. Something was wrong, she could tell, it had to be-
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The penetrating beep of a machine roused her slightly. Patient 4090H3 twitched slightly in her sleep. A white coat floated before her eyes, syringe in hand. She followed the fluid drip down through the tube, until it fell under the swell of her breast, and she could no longer see it. She couldn’t move, but she had to, she had to follow that drop-
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