Refuge- Chapter 2: The Beginning After the End
Title: Refuge (Chapter 2: The Beginning After the End)
Author: jewelsavalon
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing(s): Doctor/Rose
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1854
Warnings:Figure if it's aired it's not off limits. (Through entire 5th Season)
Notes: This is my first Doctor Who Fanfic, and the first fic I have posted online anywhere in over 5 years. No beta, and I really just wanted to get this story out here, because it just wouldn't let me be.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot everything else belongs to the grand BBC...
Summary: The end of time, the end of the universe, the end of whatever- the Doctor is well used to it. And it seems he always finds Rose Tyler with him... She is his Refuge.
Refuge: Prologue
The Doctor had never felt so sick with worry. Not even the time he thought he had lost Rose forever on The Impossible Planet. Jackie held his hand as he sat in the cold clinical waiting area of the hospital. The call had been made to the Tyler residence- one of the staff had answered the call and alerted Mrs Tyler, that Miss Tyler was at the hospital, and that they should go quickly.
The Doctor and Jackie made there way to the hospital, silence between them, except while Jackie called Pete to tell him what had happened. The Doctor had never been happier to have Jackie in his life. For as much bluster and calamity she tended to be, she kept a cool head in emergency.
Dropping Jackie's hand, he got up and started pacing. The severe calm of his surroundings, made it difficult for him to focus on anything. How could everything, everyone be so calm when his entire universe was falling apart just behind those doors?
Jackie watched her, well not her son-in-law, well screw the law, he was, even if her Rose were too blind to see the devotion this man had shown to her. They had been sitting in the waiting area for the past four hours, the doctor promising to come out at some point to give them updates on Rose's condition. But what else could he say that hadn't already been said? Her crash had been bad. And the fact that she had lost so much blood on the scene did not help matters at all. Several of her ribs were broken and they were most concerned about the internal bleeding she was suffering from.
"Jackie, if anything happens to her." He paused, looking as if the weight of the world was crashing on him. She wasn’t used to seeing him unable to bear the weight. He was the crazy alien who tore into her life and took her daughter to the stars and blustered around like a 5 year old in candy shop. She had seen him wrung out and run down but never had she seen him look so lost.
“Nothing will happen to her, ‘cept a long recovery and the two of us pecking over her like hens” Jackie said, trying to reassure herself as much as she was trying to reassure him. He smiled a little, but was instantly deflated, his breath hitching in his chest.
The doctor walked into the room, a short woman with a spunky haircut and a young face that reminded him a bit of Sarah Jane. Her eyes are soft, but she’s extremely good at masking her face, not giving away any clue as to what the fate of her patient is.
“Doctor Smith, Mrs Tyler- Ms. Tyler is out of surgery now, however, her the next 48 hours are going to be crucial to her recovery.” A thousand scenarios went through is time lord mind, human anatomy facts and physiologies. What could broken ribs do to her fragile body? But Jackie, as always, is quick to talk, and his dry mouth is thankful for that.
“And what is that supposed to mean?” Jackie finds the words to ask.
“Mrs. Tyler, the injuries your daughter sustained were traumatic to her body. She suffered from internal bleeding and at one point we needed to restart her heart.” The doctor, paused for a minute letting the news she had sink in. “Right now, I need you both to stay positive. She’s in the recovery room, and you won’t be able to see her until we move her back to her private room. I recommend you go home, get some food, and prepare for a long 48 hours.” The doctor, turned on her heal and walked back through the double doors she had come through.
He felt deflated, and now he was beginning to feel the bits and pieces he used to poke fun at his companions about, bleeding into his person. Their quickness to emotional reactions when exhausted, their need for sleep, their need to give drastic pronouncements to any Deity they think might be listening if only they could have what they wanted, their need to not be alone- He scrubbed his hands over his face, laughing without mirth, at his predicament. He always thought himself to be an amazing study. He thought he had the market cornered on understanding humans, but here he was with one heart, and now he didn’t know if he had the strength to be human without her. He sank back into the chair he had been sitting in before, letting his head fall into his hands.
Jackie brushed a hand over his head, as she got up. “It’s not going to do either of us any amount of good sitting around here. I imagine you won’t be going anywhere?”
“I can’t leave her, Jackie-” he sighed looking up. “I can’t leave her here, alone.”
“I know-” His brown eyes were deep pools as he looked up at her, “go home take care of Tony. I’ll call you if anything changes.” Smile slightly and swallowing thickly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
I woke slowly, coming out of nothingness, my brain thick and my body numb. Something was heavy on my hand. The room was darkened, a slight glow coming from outside the door. And I felt it all slamming back into me. The car loosing control, I let out a gasp, and the weight on my hand lifted. I looked over and saw the Doctor, eyes wide open, mouth opening and closing like a fish.
“Wh-”
“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” he says, roughly brushing the hair away from my eyes. “You were in accident, the doctors didn’t think you’d wake this today, I have to call you mum, and I have to tell the nurse that you’re awake so they can check your vitals, and”
I laughed at him, but my chest hurt and all I could do was moan. “Oh-”
“Rose, Rose,” he muttered into my hand, kissing it. “I’m so so sorry, I’m sorry.”
I was confused I didn’t know what he was so sorry for, especially since I was the one who drove herself off the world.
“Doctor,” I swallow thickly, my mouth dry and a sense of deja vu playing in my mind. “Please don’t apologize.”
He looks a mess, his hair unusually flat, and bags under his eyes so strong, I could have sworn they were painted on. His hands brushing just over the top of me, hoovering as if he was afraid I was an egg shell, uncertain as I had ever seen him.
I couldn’t bear to look at him, it broke my heart how he looked, because suddenly he looked so old. His smiling younger looking older self, floating in front of my vision. And suddenly, I knew what I had to do. I had to tell him, I had to tell him everything, because suddenly, and very violently I remember what I had been through. I remembered Him.
“Doctor,” I whisper. “we need to talk”. My voice shakes in trepidation. I’m not sure how to start this story. I’m not sure if I really want to.
I look up and fear flashes through his eyes, as he takes me in. And I realize that in the past few weeks, I have done absolutely nothing to encourage him to trust me. This new him, the one who was born in battle and held the brunt of insecurity because of his choices. The one with a single heart, a heart that clearly he wore on his sleeve. “Lay down next to me?” I asked him, needing to feel him next to me more than anything else.
He shrugged his suite jacket off, and loosened his tie, before kicking off his shoes and crawling into my hospital bed. I winced a little as we got adjusted, the pain in my ribs intense, but the minute I settled against his chest, I felt calmed by his heartbeat. “Rose, you don’t owe me any explanations tonight” He whispered, running his hand softly through my hair. He twirled my hair in his hand, twisting it and letting it unwind, before doing it again.
“I know I don’t but it’s what I want.” I mumbled into his chest. “You need to understand.”
It started with the dreams. It started after you said goodbye to me at Bad Wolf Bay. Every time I went to sleep, I would hear your voice, I would hear the TARDIS. It was such a simple concept, find you, find the TARDIS, bring the stars back...
~*~*~*~*~*
Rose had convinced Mickey that she knew what she was doing. More importantly she had convinced him that the only way to get the stars back would be to reach the Doctor.
And so this was how they spent their weekends, locked in the Torchwood basement, playing with things that would make Pete’s headspin. Of course, her mum was just excited that there was a potential for a reunion between Mickey and Rose.
Mickey only agreed to help out with Rose’s project because it seemed to help calm her nerves and give her a focus. And sometimes, while they were tinkering with the equipment, she would spout off complicated physics as if it were her native language.
When he asks her about it, she says she can’t really explain. He asks her to try, and finally she breaks it down for him.
“It’s, I don’t know Mickey.” she pauses. He looks at her with a questioning eye. “I’m not crazy Mickey. Something, someone is calling me back.”
“The Doctor?”
“I don’t know.”
We worked on the project for several months, it wasn’t easy but we modified the jumpers that Mickey, Jake, and Pete used to cross universes last time. And eventually, I knew it was right. I wanted to give it a try.
Mickey was weary, he didn’t know why he was agreeing to this trial run. He knew his ex-girlfriend/best friend was breaking about a thousand Torchwood rules. He knew that he could loose his job, and she hers, if it wasn’t for the fact that her de-facto Dad, was their boss.
But she was right, the stars were going out (though no one was willing to admit that yet) and while she wouldn’t admit as much to him, he was fairly certain she had been sleeping less and less - the dark shadows under her eyes had become a permanent fixture. He didn’t know if he thought she was onto something, or was just plain mad.
“Are you seeing these readings Mickey?” She asked, from the middle of the force field they had set up. It looked more literally like smoke and mirrors to Mickey, but he’d long ago learned not to argue with Rose.
Instead, he watched as she reached out to a spark that started to form in front of her. He tried to tell her not to touch it, but her hand was already poking at it, and suddenly, she was gone. Folded into the sinister looking gap.
Chapter 3
Author: jewelsavalon
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing(s): Doctor/Rose
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1854
Warnings:Figure if it's aired it's not off limits. (Through entire 5th Season)
Notes: This is my first Doctor Who Fanfic, and the first fic I have posted online anywhere in over 5 years. No beta, and I really just wanted to get this story out here, because it just wouldn't let me be.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot everything else belongs to the grand BBC...
Summary: The end of time, the end of the universe, the end of whatever- the Doctor is well used to it. And it seems he always finds Rose Tyler with him... She is his Refuge.
Refuge: Prologue
The Doctor had never felt so sick with worry. Not even the time he thought he had lost Rose forever on The Impossible Planet. Jackie held his hand as he sat in the cold clinical waiting area of the hospital. The call had been made to the Tyler residence- one of the staff had answered the call and alerted Mrs Tyler, that Miss Tyler was at the hospital, and that they should go quickly.
The Doctor and Jackie made there way to the hospital, silence between them, except while Jackie called Pete to tell him what had happened. The Doctor had never been happier to have Jackie in his life. For as much bluster and calamity she tended to be, she kept a cool head in emergency.
Dropping Jackie's hand, he got up and started pacing. The severe calm of his surroundings, made it difficult for him to focus on anything. How could everything, everyone be so calm when his entire universe was falling apart just behind those doors?
Jackie watched her, well not her son-in-law, well screw the law, he was, even if her Rose were too blind to see the devotion this man had shown to her. They had been sitting in the waiting area for the past four hours, the doctor promising to come out at some point to give them updates on Rose's condition. But what else could he say that hadn't already been said? Her crash had been bad. And the fact that she had lost so much blood on the scene did not help matters at all. Several of her ribs were broken and they were most concerned about the internal bleeding she was suffering from.
"Jackie, if anything happens to her." He paused, looking as if the weight of the world was crashing on him. She wasn’t used to seeing him unable to bear the weight. He was the crazy alien who tore into her life and took her daughter to the stars and blustered around like a 5 year old in candy shop. She had seen him wrung out and run down but never had she seen him look so lost.
“Nothing will happen to her, ‘cept a long recovery and the two of us pecking over her like hens” Jackie said, trying to reassure herself as much as she was trying to reassure him. He smiled a little, but was instantly deflated, his breath hitching in his chest.
The doctor walked into the room, a short woman with a spunky haircut and a young face that reminded him a bit of Sarah Jane. Her eyes are soft, but she’s extremely good at masking her face, not giving away any clue as to what the fate of her patient is.
“Doctor Smith, Mrs Tyler- Ms. Tyler is out of surgery now, however, her the next 48 hours are going to be crucial to her recovery.” A thousand scenarios went through is time lord mind, human anatomy facts and physiologies. What could broken ribs do to her fragile body? But Jackie, as always, is quick to talk, and his dry mouth is thankful for that.
“And what is that supposed to mean?” Jackie finds the words to ask.
“Mrs. Tyler, the injuries your daughter sustained were traumatic to her body. She suffered from internal bleeding and at one point we needed to restart her heart.” The doctor, paused for a minute letting the news she had sink in. “Right now, I need you both to stay positive. She’s in the recovery room, and you won’t be able to see her until we move her back to her private room. I recommend you go home, get some food, and prepare for a long 48 hours.” The doctor, turned on her heal and walked back through the double doors she had come through.
He felt deflated, and now he was beginning to feel the bits and pieces he used to poke fun at his companions about, bleeding into his person. Their quickness to emotional reactions when exhausted, their need for sleep, their need to give drastic pronouncements to any Deity they think might be listening if only they could have what they wanted, their need to not be alone- He scrubbed his hands over his face, laughing without mirth, at his predicament. He always thought himself to be an amazing study. He thought he had the market cornered on understanding humans, but here he was with one heart, and now he didn’t know if he had the strength to be human without her. He sank back into the chair he had been sitting in before, letting his head fall into his hands.
Jackie brushed a hand over his head, as she got up. “It’s not going to do either of us any amount of good sitting around here. I imagine you won’t be going anywhere?”
“I can’t leave her, Jackie-” he sighed looking up. “I can’t leave her here, alone.”
“I know-” His brown eyes were deep pools as he looked up at her, “go home take care of Tony. I’ll call you if anything changes.” Smile slightly and swallowing thickly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
I woke slowly, coming out of nothingness, my brain thick and my body numb. Something was heavy on my hand. The room was darkened, a slight glow coming from outside the door. And I felt it all slamming back into me. The car loosing control, I let out a gasp, and the weight on my hand lifted. I looked over and saw the Doctor, eyes wide open, mouth opening and closing like a fish.
“Wh-”
“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” he says, roughly brushing the hair away from my eyes. “You were in accident, the doctors didn’t think you’d wake this today, I have to call you mum, and I have to tell the nurse that you’re awake so they can check your vitals, and”
I laughed at him, but my chest hurt and all I could do was moan. “Oh-”
“Rose, Rose,” he muttered into my hand, kissing it. “I’m so so sorry, I’m sorry.”
I was confused I didn’t know what he was so sorry for, especially since I was the one who drove herself off the world.
“Doctor,” I swallow thickly, my mouth dry and a sense of deja vu playing in my mind. “Please don’t apologize.”
He looks a mess, his hair unusually flat, and bags under his eyes so strong, I could have sworn they were painted on. His hands brushing just over the top of me, hoovering as if he was afraid I was an egg shell, uncertain as I had ever seen him.
I couldn’t bear to look at him, it broke my heart how he looked, because suddenly he looked so old. His smiling younger looking older self, floating in front of my vision. And suddenly, I knew what I had to do. I had to tell him, I had to tell him everything, because suddenly, and very violently I remember what I had been through. I remembered Him.
“Doctor,” I whisper. “we need to talk”. My voice shakes in trepidation. I’m not sure how to start this story. I’m not sure if I really want to.
I look up and fear flashes through his eyes, as he takes me in. And I realize that in the past few weeks, I have done absolutely nothing to encourage him to trust me. This new him, the one who was born in battle and held the brunt of insecurity because of his choices. The one with a single heart, a heart that clearly he wore on his sleeve. “Lay down next to me?” I asked him, needing to feel him next to me more than anything else.
He shrugged his suite jacket off, and loosened his tie, before kicking off his shoes and crawling into my hospital bed. I winced a little as we got adjusted, the pain in my ribs intense, but the minute I settled against his chest, I felt calmed by his heartbeat. “Rose, you don’t owe me any explanations tonight” He whispered, running his hand softly through my hair. He twirled my hair in his hand, twisting it and letting it unwind, before doing it again.
“I know I don’t but it’s what I want.” I mumbled into his chest. “You need to understand.”
It started with the dreams. It started after you said goodbye to me at Bad Wolf Bay. Every time I went to sleep, I would hear your voice, I would hear the TARDIS. It was such a simple concept, find you, find the TARDIS, bring the stars back...
~*~*~*~*~*
Rose had convinced Mickey that she knew what she was doing. More importantly she had convinced him that the only way to get the stars back would be to reach the Doctor.
And so this was how they spent their weekends, locked in the Torchwood basement, playing with things that would make Pete’s headspin. Of course, her mum was just excited that there was a potential for a reunion between Mickey and Rose.
Mickey only agreed to help out with Rose’s project because it seemed to help calm her nerves and give her a focus. And sometimes, while they were tinkering with the equipment, she would spout off complicated physics as if it were her native language.
When he asks her about it, she says she can’t really explain. He asks her to try, and finally she breaks it down for him.
“It’s, I don’t know Mickey.” she pauses. He looks at her with a questioning eye. “I’m not crazy Mickey. Something, someone is calling me back.”
“The Doctor?”
“I don’t know.”
We worked on the project for several months, it wasn’t easy but we modified the jumpers that Mickey, Jake, and Pete used to cross universes last time. And eventually, I knew it was right. I wanted to give it a try.
Mickey was weary, he didn’t know why he was agreeing to this trial run. He knew his ex-girlfriend/best friend was breaking about a thousand Torchwood rules. He knew that he could loose his job, and she hers, if it wasn’t for the fact that her de-facto Dad, was their boss.
But she was right, the stars were going out (though no one was willing to admit that yet) and while she wouldn’t admit as much to him, he was fairly certain she had been sleeping less and less - the dark shadows under her eyes had become a permanent fixture. He didn’t know if he thought she was onto something, or was just plain mad.
“Are you seeing these readings Mickey?” She asked, from the middle of the force field they had set up. It looked more literally like smoke and mirrors to Mickey, but he’d long ago learned not to argue with Rose.
Instead, he watched as she reached out to a spark that started to form in front of her. He tried to tell her not to touch it, but her hand was already poking at it, and suddenly, she was gone. Folded into the sinister looking gap.
Chapter 3