FIC: Destiny's Search Chapter One/?
TITLE: Destiny's Search Chapter One/?
AUTHOR: quote_inspiredLJ community:
"After all you've seen, you can just walk away?"
"I have. I did. It's done."
My deadline was May 20th.
DISCLAIMER: Doctor Who is owned by the BBC. I make no money off of them.
DISTRIBUTION: FF.NET, WWOMB. Anywhere else, please ask.
Prologue
Rose ran for her life.
As soon as she had escaped the Valiant, she took off running down the once familiar streets of London. Ran through abandoned shops and alley ways that she and her friends used to; sometimes to play, sometimes to hide and seek, and other times to just plain hide. She felt she was doing the latter two of the three now. All the while with the Toclafane chasing her; hunting her to make sure that she could not carry out what Romana had sent her to do. Despite the fact that she was as much clueless about her mission as The Master probably was.
Escaping the ship had been the easy part.
Rose quickly turned a corner down towards a section of Powell Estates that she and Mickey used to like to go to have a snog fest without her Mum seeing her. She ruthlessly squelched down on all thoughts of her Mum and Mickey. Thinking about them would not do her any good at this point, and would probably cause her to make a mistake that would not only be fatal to her, but to Romana and Earth as well. Her one saving grace so far, was that the Toclafane were still somewhat unfamiliar with the layout of London streets, so that gave Rose a bit more leeway of where she could run and hide to try and lose them.
It was as she tripped coming around the old graffiti plastered alley that used to lead into where the Estates used to be that she saw it. Crashing down to her hands and knees, she looked up as she was trying to quickly get to her feet and resume her escape. She had never noticed it before and if this was every other day, she probably would still not have noticed.
An old style, blue police public call box.
She blinked a couple of times at the sight. Her mum had told her that those types of boxes had gone out of use years ago. Replaced and sent to scrap or museums to remind old folk of ‘the good old days.’ What was one doing near her old flat?
As she scrambled quickly to her feet, she felt something burn her chest. At first she thought the Toclafane had gotten her and she was dying. Then she realized that the burning came, not from a laser, but from the key that she had put around her neck. The key Romana had given her before she escaped. She quickly pulled the chain off her neck and looked at the key.
It was glowing.
Glowing as brightly in the sunshine as one would expect during the nighttime. A brilliant golden glow that seemed misleading to its previously ancient appearance. She realized that the glow had started when she had come upon the blue police box. When she turned away from it, the glow seemed to dim slightly.
Was it simply coincidence? Or had Rose found the very thing Romana was looking for?
Rose was startled from her muses by an explosion and the not so distant whine of familiar weapons.
They had found her.
She looked from the police box to the key and back to the box. She was pretty sure it would provide her with very little protection if the Toclafane knew she was in there. But perhaps, just perhaps, she could hide in there. Maybe long enough that the Toclafane would be thrown off and search for her elsewhere. Her decision made she dashed towards the blue police box.
So fast her mad dash towards it was she nearly collided against the wood surface when she reached it. Rose frantically made several shaking attempts to jam the key into the adjoining keyhole before finally managing to put it into the lock. Just as she was hearing The Master’s assassins turn the corner towards the box, she heard the lock click. She quickly stumbled inside and collapsed against it in exhaustion and fear as soon as she shut the door behind her.
She sat there, eyes closed, her body listless against the door. For several long moments, the only sound she could hear were her ragged breaths, echoing as she panted from the prolonged exertion of her running from the Toclafane. Then, as the terror of running for her life drained from her, she realized that her breath was echoing.
There shouldn’t be echoing in such a tiny space.
Slowly clambering to her feet, she leaned against the door for another moment before opening eyes. That was when she felt her world figuratively tip for the first time since a Time Lady took her hand and told her to run away from moving store mannequins. For the space she was in, definitely was not the tiny space she thought it was. As Rose walked slowly walked down the ramp, she looked around in amazement.
The darkened room she was in was spacious. Though the room itself was probably was probably half the size of the Valiant’s control room, it gave off the feeling of being more. As her eyes adjusted, she was able to see small roundels lining the bronze walls. In the middle of the room was a large console. It reminded Rose of a much older version of Romana’s console, before the Master turned it into a Paradox machine.
Wait a minute! That wasn’t possible was it?
“Am I actually in another TARDIS?” she asked herself softly to herself.
So immersed was she in looking at the interior of this different TARDIS, that she didn’t hear the static - like hum of something clicking on. Nor, was she aware of the hum of machinery coming back to life or the glow beginning to emanate from the center of the console. So she was startled when she heard a male voice speak behind her.
“Hello, Romana.”
Chapter Two: The Final Message of the Eight Doctor
AUTHOR: quote_inspiredLJ community:
"After all you've seen, you can just walk away?"
"I have. I did. It's done."
My deadline was May 20th.
DISCLAIMER: Doctor Who is owned by the BBC. I make no money off of them.
DISTRIBUTION: FF.NET, WWOMB. Anywhere else, please ask.
Prologue
Rose ran for her life.
As soon as she had escaped the Valiant, she took off running down the once familiar streets of London. Ran through abandoned shops and alley ways that she and her friends used to; sometimes to play, sometimes to hide and seek, and other times to just plain hide. She felt she was doing the latter two of the three now. All the while with the Toclafane chasing her; hunting her to make sure that she could not carry out what Romana had sent her to do. Despite the fact that she was as much clueless about her mission as The Master probably was.
Escaping the ship had been the easy part.
Rose quickly turned a corner down towards a section of Powell Estates that she and Mickey used to like to go to have a snog fest without her Mum seeing her. She ruthlessly squelched down on all thoughts of her Mum and Mickey. Thinking about them would not do her any good at this point, and would probably cause her to make a mistake that would not only be fatal to her, but to Romana and Earth as well. Her one saving grace so far, was that the Toclafane were still somewhat unfamiliar with the layout of London streets, so that gave Rose a bit more leeway of where she could run and hide to try and lose them.
It was as she tripped coming around the old graffiti plastered alley that used to lead into where the Estates used to be that she saw it. Crashing down to her hands and knees, she looked up as she was trying to quickly get to her feet and resume her escape. She had never noticed it before and if this was every other day, she probably would still not have noticed.
An old style, blue police public call box.
She blinked a couple of times at the sight. Her mum had told her that those types of boxes had gone out of use years ago. Replaced and sent to scrap or museums to remind old folk of ‘the good old days.’ What was one doing near her old flat?
As she scrambled quickly to her feet, she felt something burn her chest. At first she thought the Toclafane had gotten her and she was dying. Then she realized that the burning came, not from a laser, but from the key that she had put around her neck. The key Romana had given her before she escaped. She quickly pulled the chain off her neck and looked at the key.
It was glowing.
Glowing as brightly in the sunshine as one would expect during the nighttime. A brilliant golden glow that seemed misleading to its previously ancient appearance. She realized that the glow had started when she had come upon the blue police box. When she turned away from it, the glow seemed to dim slightly.
Was it simply coincidence? Or had Rose found the very thing Romana was looking for?
Rose was startled from her muses by an explosion and the not so distant whine of familiar weapons.
They had found her.
She looked from the police box to the key and back to the box. She was pretty sure it would provide her with very little protection if the Toclafane knew she was in there. But perhaps, just perhaps, she could hide in there. Maybe long enough that the Toclafane would be thrown off and search for her elsewhere. Her decision made she dashed towards the blue police box.
So fast her mad dash towards it was she nearly collided against the wood surface when she reached it. Rose frantically made several shaking attempts to jam the key into the adjoining keyhole before finally managing to put it into the lock. Just as she was hearing The Master’s assassins turn the corner towards the box, she heard the lock click. She quickly stumbled inside and collapsed against it in exhaustion and fear as soon as she shut the door behind her.
She sat there, eyes closed, her body listless against the door. For several long moments, the only sound she could hear were her ragged breaths, echoing as she panted from the prolonged exertion of her running from the Toclafane. Then, as the terror of running for her life drained from her, she realized that her breath was echoing.
There shouldn’t be echoing in such a tiny space.
Slowly clambering to her feet, she leaned against the door for another moment before opening eyes. That was when she felt her world figuratively tip for the first time since a Time Lady took her hand and told her to run away from moving store mannequins. For the space she was in, definitely was not the tiny space she thought it was. As Rose walked slowly walked down the ramp, she looked around in amazement.
The darkened room she was in was spacious. Though the room itself was probably was probably half the size of the Valiant’s control room, it gave off the feeling of being more. As her eyes adjusted, she was able to see small roundels lining the bronze walls. In the middle of the room was a large console. It reminded Rose of a much older version of Romana’s console, before the Master turned it into a Paradox machine.
Wait a minute! That wasn’t possible was it?
“Am I actually in another TARDIS?” she asked herself softly to herself.
So immersed was she in looking at the interior of this different TARDIS, that she didn’t hear the static - like hum of something clicking on. Nor, was she aware of the hum of machinery coming back to life or the glow beginning to emanate from the center of the console. So she was startled when she heard a male voice speak behind her.
“Hello, Romana.”
Chapter Two: The Final Message of the Eight Doctor