The Quarantine 1/??
Doctor Who
Title: The Quarantine
Rating: T
Pairing: implied Doctor/Rose
Summary: PostDoomsday and PostRunaway Bride - The TARDIS takes The Doctor to London, or more specifically The Powell Estates, and he stumbles across a problem that could be the end of London. Following the Battle of Canary Wharf the youth of London have become exceedingly violent and the city has been placed under Quarantine. There is no way in or out. Can The Doctor and his new friends be able to find the cause and stop it before it's too late, or is London doomed to become a violent youth ghetto.
Note: Not a reunion fic. the sequel, however, is :D
OH… I don’t own Doctor Who or anything related to it. I just fantasize that I own it and that I am a companion of The Doctors. Thanks.
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He slumped to the floor in absolute defeat. He had been fighting so hard to hold back the tears. Saving Donna had helped keep his mind occupied but now there was nothing to focus on. The TARDIS didn’t need to be fixed and there was no crisis to solve. And so he sat and stared and sobbed.
You may be wondering what could possibly bring this wonderfully powerful Time Lord to his knees so brilliantly. The answer is obvious if you commit more than a couple of brain cells to the task. It’s a pair of wonderfully happy blue eyes. It’s a particular smile with a tongue between the teeth. It’s a flash of brilliantly blonde hair. It’s the very first voice he heard with these ears. It’s a pair of lips that he has become accustomed to being pressed against his. It’s a slightly floral hint to the air that is now ever so absent from his ship that is bigger on the inside. It’s a girl. A girl named Rose Tyler.
Eventually he got to his feet, relying heavily on the console of the TARDIS, and pressed his forehead against the cool glass column.
“Take me to her,” He muttered to no one in particular. “Take me to Rose.”
There was an awfully wonderful lurch beneath his feet as the TARDIS complied as well as she could.
-
Kalli Jackson was walking fast. This was a very rare occurrence for Kalli, as she normally preferred to amble along at an easy pace. Tonight, however, her speed was born very much out of necessity. You see, since the Battle of Canary Wharf it had become a very very bad idea to be outside after dark. In the panicking riots that had followed in the wake of Canary Wharf, gangs had systematically taken over the streets of London. Now that the city had been cordoned off into a sort of ghetto, the civilians were trapped with the gangs. Normally when it got dark everyone was home and hiding. Because when it got dark, the gangs came out to wage war on one another, and they couldn’t care less who was caught in the crossfire. So Kalli was walking as fast as she could, as it was pitch dark outside and she was very aware of the gunshots and shouts that she cold hear two streets down.
As the shooting stopped, Kalli began to panic even more. She knew that the victorious gang members would soon be on the prowl for a celebratory victim, for instance a tall, willowy, ginger-haired personal assistant who had decided to work a little late thinking it was no big deal. The hoops and hollers of boys too violent for reason drew steadily closer and Kalli picked up her pace. She was almost jogging now. So close to the estates. So close to her flat. So close.
“Oh no.” She stopped dead, her hand instantly flying into her bag and grasping the cold metal of the gun she had hidden there.
“’Ello sweet ‘art.” The one at the head of the pack grinned toothily at her “What you doin’ out so late?”
“It’s dangerous out ‘ere ya know.” This one was behind her.
Kalli spun so she could see all of them and began to back up.
“All sorts of ruffians about.” The first one spoke again.
Kalli’s back hit the wall, one of the Estate’s walls. She had been so very close.
No.
She wouldn’t give in that easy.
She was so very close.
She quickly pulled the gun out and pointed it at the leader, flipping off the safety and cocking it as she did so.
“Stay back.” Her hand may have been steady but her voice shook terribly. She blinked and could feel the warm sting of tears against her cheek.
The boys just laughed.
That’s all they were really. Boys. The oldest couldn’t have been more than eighteen. What on earth had driven them to be this way?
“Just, please. Leave.” She didn’t want to have to do this again. She had promised herself never again.
The leader walked towards her until the barrel of the gun was resting on his chest.
“You actually gonna shoot me then?”
He was still grinning. God he was so very young.
“How old are you?” She asked him through her tears.
“Fifteen.” He sounded so proud.
“oh my god.” She whispered to herself. “Just a boy, a little boy.”
“Oi!” He slapped her hard across the face, obviously having heard her. “I’m not a little boy.” His eyes were hard and old and haunted and she wanted so very badly to hug him.
She almost lowered her gun.
Almost.
The boy pulled out a switchblade and flicked it open, eliciting cheers from the crowd of boys behind him. In one swift motion he cut down the front of her shirt, rending it in half. Kalli gasped in pain as the knife caught her stomach but was very grateful when she noticed that it had not cut through her bra.
“Please.” She tried one last time, fresh tears streaking down her cheeks. “Don’t make me do this.”
“Too bad.” The boy reached out with the switchblade again.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. “I’m so sorry.”
She squeezed the trigger.
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End of Prologue.
Ch1 will be up soon.
Review! Please! *begs*
Title: The Quarantine
Rating: T
Pairing: implied Doctor/Rose
Summary: PostDoomsday and PostRunaway Bride - The TARDIS takes The Doctor to London, or more specifically The Powell Estates, and he stumbles across a problem that could be the end of London. Following the Battle of Canary Wharf the youth of London have become exceedingly violent and the city has been placed under Quarantine. There is no way in or out. Can The Doctor and his new friends be able to find the cause and stop it before it's too late, or is London doomed to become a violent youth ghetto.
Note: Not a reunion fic. the sequel, however, is :D
OH… I don’t own Doctor Who or anything related to it. I just fantasize that I own it and that I am a companion of The Doctors. Thanks.
--
He slumped to the floor in absolute defeat. He had been fighting so hard to hold back the tears. Saving Donna had helped keep his mind occupied but now there was nothing to focus on. The TARDIS didn’t need to be fixed and there was no crisis to solve. And so he sat and stared and sobbed.
You may be wondering what could possibly bring this wonderfully powerful Time Lord to his knees so brilliantly. The answer is obvious if you commit more than a couple of brain cells to the task. It’s a pair of wonderfully happy blue eyes. It’s a particular smile with a tongue between the teeth. It’s a flash of brilliantly blonde hair. It’s the very first voice he heard with these ears. It’s a pair of lips that he has become accustomed to being pressed against his. It’s a slightly floral hint to the air that is now ever so absent from his ship that is bigger on the inside. It’s a girl. A girl named Rose Tyler.
Eventually he got to his feet, relying heavily on the console of the TARDIS, and pressed his forehead against the cool glass column.
“Take me to her,” He muttered to no one in particular. “Take me to Rose.”
There was an awfully wonderful lurch beneath his feet as the TARDIS complied as well as she could.
-
Kalli Jackson was walking fast. This was a very rare occurrence for Kalli, as she normally preferred to amble along at an easy pace. Tonight, however, her speed was born very much out of necessity. You see, since the Battle of Canary Wharf it had become a very very bad idea to be outside after dark. In the panicking riots that had followed in the wake of Canary Wharf, gangs had systematically taken over the streets of London. Now that the city had been cordoned off into a sort of ghetto, the civilians were trapped with the gangs. Normally when it got dark everyone was home and hiding. Because when it got dark, the gangs came out to wage war on one another, and they couldn’t care less who was caught in the crossfire. So Kalli was walking as fast as she could, as it was pitch dark outside and she was very aware of the gunshots and shouts that she cold hear two streets down.
As the shooting stopped, Kalli began to panic even more. She knew that the victorious gang members would soon be on the prowl for a celebratory victim, for instance a tall, willowy, ginger-haired personal assistant who had decided to work a little late thinking it was no big deal. The hoops and hollers of boys too violent for reason drew steadily closer and Kalli picked up her pace. She was almost jogging now. So close to the estates. So close to her flat. So close.
“Oh no.” She stopped dead, her hand instantly flying into her bag and grasping the cold metal of the gun she had hidden there.
“’Ello sweet ‘art.” The one at the head of the pack grinned toothily at her “What you doin’ out so late?”
“It’s dangerous out ‘ere ya know.” This one was behind her.
Kalli spun so she could see all of them and began to back up.
“All sorts of ruffians about.” The first one spoke again.
Kalli’s back hit the wall, one of the Estate’s walls. She had been so very close.
No.
She wouldn’t give in that easy.
She was so very close.
She quickly pulled the gun out and pointed it at the leader, flipping off the safety and cocking it as she did so.
“Stay back.” Her hand may have been steady but her voice shook terribly. She blinked and could feel the warm sting of tears against her cheek.
The boys just laughed.
That’s all they were really. Boys. The oldest couldn’t have been more than eighteen. What on earth had driven them to be this way?
“Just, please. Leave.” She didn’t want to have to do this again. She had promised herself never again.
The leader walked towards her until the barrel of the gun was resting on his chest.
“You actually gonna shoot me then?”
He was still grinning. God he was so very young.
“How old are you?” She asked him through her tears.
“Fifteen.” He sounded so proud.
“oh my god.” She whispered to herself. “Just a boy, a little boy.”
“Oi!” He slapped her hard across the face, obviously having heard her. “I’m not a little boy.” His eyes were hard and old and haunted and she wanted so very badly to hug him.
She almost lowered her gun.
Almost.
The boy pulled out a switchblade and flicked it open, eliciting cheers from the crowd of boys behind him. In one swift motion he cut down the front of her shirt, rending it in half. Kalli gasped in pain as the knife caught her stomach but was very grateful when she noticed that it had not cut through her bra.
“Please.” She tried one last time, fresh tears streaking down her cheeks. “Don’t make me do this.”
“Too bad.” The boy reached out with the switchblade again.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. “I’m so sorry.”
She squeezed the trigger.
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End of Prologue.
Ch1 will be up soon.
Review! Please! *begs*