FIC: Destiny's Search Chapter Two/? *DOCTOR WHO*
All apologies. I'm not going to make excuses for the long break between the last chapter of this story and this one. I'm simply going to post this and hope everybody is still along for the ride.
TITLE: Destiny's Search Chapter Two/?
AUTHOR: quote_inspired, doctorwho, dwfiction, hearts_in_time, time_and_chips
Prologue
Chapter One: First Discovery
"Hello, Romana."
Rose turns around, startled at the male voice speaking to her. When she had happened upon the blue box, she had been under the impression that it had been abandoned. Of course she had not counted on it being a TARDIS either. Had she been mistaken about it being abandoned? Then she turns and sees.
The voice does not belong to a person. At least, not a living one.
The voice in fact, belonged to a holographic projection of a man.
He looked human, or at least humanoid; Rose still had some trouble sometimes distinguishing human from alien. He had a green English frockcoat that looked tattered and torn, with the sleeves singed as if burnt along the edges. The gray vest and what Rose presumed had been white dress shirt were also in similar state of disrepair. Auburn curls hung loosely down the man’s shoulders; blood ran down one side of his face, and his eyes -
Rose had seen that look before in Romana’s eyes when they first met, but these eyes held even more devastation in them. The light blue did nothing to hide the myriad of emotions in them. Even though it was a hologram, Rose could see the shock, horror, anger, and sadness written in the eyes and the face. She watches as the projection doubles over in a coughing fit.
“I apologize for that,” the man says, “this death seems to be more slower and painful than usual.”
Something in Rose’s heart ached for this unknown man. She knew what this must have meant. She did not have to be told when this was made. The tattered clothing and shattered look on the man’s face told the tale for her.
Gallifrey’s final battle; when the Time Lords died alongside the Daleks.
Well, almost all of them, anyway.
“If you’re in here, watching this, it means one of three things: Either what was planned didn’t work, and the war is still raging, in which case if your seeing this, also means I’m dead, and whatever help you need from me is moot. If for some reason the plan worked, and you or somebody else found their way in here by accident, it means of course you did not get what I sent you and I’m still dead. In that case, then all I ask is you take care of this old girl. She’s been through a lot, and will need somebody to care for her.”
Rose allowed herself a sniffle of sadness for this man in the projector before he continued.
“The third option of course, is that you did survive the Time War as well as somehow got the package I sent you. That despite all the odds, both you and I managed to survive and the universe is in such danger that you need me. I must assume of course that you exhausted all other options before setting yourself or in the event that you are unable to do so, whomever you sent down this path.”
“You could kind of say that,” Rose said softly, remembering all the events from Utopia, to Harry Saxon’s election, to the last few days on the Valiant that had lead up to this moment in time. She watched as the projection gripped what Rose could only presume had been the edge of the console in this very room. He looked up, and gave a slightly crooked, mirthless grin, made a bit macabre, by the blood running down his face. She saw it quickly drop from his face as he looked down at the floor.
“And despite it all,” he spoke softly, “the Doctor survives.”
Rose blinked in startled. Did he just say he was the Doctor? As in that friend of Romana’s that she always talked about? The one that supposedly -
“I know you Romana,” the Doctor’s holographic avatar said. “I know the situation you’re faced with must be fairly grim to seek me out after however long it will have been since… everything. I also know you well enough that you did not come to this decision lightly. I cannot make any guarantees that I will be receptive to you or whoever you choose to send to get me.”
“But I made you a promise, and I will honor it. As I told you before we parted, if you need me, I will come.”
The projection wavered for a moment, as if the transmission had been interfered with or its source hit by something. As it came back into focus, the Doctor doubled over, this time with a cry of pain.
“It’s time,” he rasped out, the projections breaths coming in near shallow gasps. He struggles to stand up straight and face the direction Rose is in.
“For what it’s worth,” he spoke, “As much as I crave oblivion at this moment, there is a part of me that duly wishes to see you again and hope that you have not come to seek me out in vain. Farewell Romana. I hope you, or anybody else that’s helping you safe journey.”
With that, Rose watched as The Doctor turned his back to her, flipping various switches on what Rose presumed was this TARDIS’ console. As he pressed one last button, he exhaled, and then collapsed. The last thing Rose saw before the message completely dissolved was a bright golden glow that Rose had seen only once before on the bottom of the projection. Then the room was once again silent and dark, save for the central column which Rose had not noticed glowing until that very moment.
Rose sighed, heading up to the console and touching the very edges that the Doctor had touched in his message. Emptying out her pockets, she placed the TARDIS key and ancient fobwatch on the console. Well now she had an idea of what or rather ‘who’ Romana had sent her to find. Now how did she go about trying to find him?
Almost as soon as she finished that thought, Rose was suddenly thrown off her feet as the ship suddenly began to move. Startled, she tries frantically to get back to the console when the ship lurches again.
As her head hits of the coral struts, her world goes black.
TITLE: Destiny's Search Chapter Two/?
AUTHOR: quote_inspired, doctorwho, dwfiction, hearts_in_time, time_and_chips
Prologue
Chapter One: First Discovery
"Hello, Romana."
Rose turns around, startled at the male voice speaking to her. When she had happened upon the blue box, she had been under the impression that it had been abandoned. Of course she had not counted on it being a TARDIS either. Had she been mistaken about it being abandoned? Then she turns and sees.
The voice does not belong to a person. At least, not a living one.
The voice in fact, belonged to a holographic projection of a man.
He looked human, or at least humanoid; Rose still had some trouble sometimes distinguishing human from alien. He had a green English frockcoat that looked tattered and torn, with the sleeves singed as if burnt along the edges. The gray vest and what Rose presumed had been white dress shirt were also in similar state of disrepair. Auburn curls hung loosely down the man’s shoulders; blood ran down one side of his face, and his eyes -
Rose had seen that look before in Romana’s eyes when they first met, but these eyes held even more devastation in them. The light blue did nothing to hide the myriad of emotions in them. Even though it was a hologram, Rose could see the shock, horror, anger, and sadness written in the eyes and the face. She watches as the projection doubles over in a coughing fit.
“I apologize for that,” the man says, “this death seems to be more slower and painful than usual.”
Something in Rose’s heart ached for this unknown man. She knew what this must have meant. She did not have to be told when this was made. The tattered clothing and shattered look on the man’s face told the tale for her.
Gallifrey’s final battle; when the Time Lords died alongside the Daleks.
Well, almost all of them, anyway.
“If you’re in here, watching this, it means one of three things: Either what was planned didn’t work, and the war is still raging, in which case if your seeing this, also means I’m dead, and whatever help you need from me is moot. If for some reason the plan worked, and you or somebody else found their way in here by accident, it means of course you did not get what I sent you and I’m still dead. In that case, then all I ask is you take care of this old girl. She’s been through a lot, and will need somebody to care for her.”
Rose allowed herself a sniffle of sadness for this man in the projector before he continued.
“The third option of course, is that you did survive the Time War as well as somehow got the package I sent you. That despite all the odds, both you and I managed to survive and the universe is in such danger that you need me. I must assume of course that you exhausted all other options before setting yourself or in the event that you are unable to do so, whomever you sent down this path.”
“You could kind of say that,” Rose said softly, remembering all the events from Utopia, to Harry Saxon’s election, to the last few days on the Valiant that had lead up to this moment in time. She watched as the projection gripped what Rose could only presume had been the edge of the console in this very room. He looked up, and gave a slightly crooked, mirthless grin, made a bit macabre, by the blood running down his face. She saw it quickly drop from his face as he looked down at the floor.
“And despite it all,” he spoke softly, “the Doctor survives.”
Rose blinked in startled. Did he just say he was the Doctor? As in that friend of Romana’s that she always talked about? The one that supposedly -
“I know you Romana,” the Doctor’s holographic avatar said. “I know the situation you’re faced with must be fairly grim to seek me out after however long it will have been since… everything. I also know you well enough that you did not come to this decision lightly. I cannot make any guarantees that I will be receptive to you or whoever you choose to send to get me.”
“But I made you a promise, and I will honor it. As I told you before we parted, if you need me, I will come.”
The projection wavered for a moment, as if the transmission had been interfered with or its source hit by something. As it came back into focus, the Doctor doubled over, this time with a cry of pain.
“It’s time,” he rasped out, the projections breaths coming in near shallow gasps. He struggles to stand up straight and face the direction Rose is in.
“For what it’s worth,” he spoke, “As much as I crave oblivion at this moment, there is a part of me that duly wishes to see you again and hope that you have not come to seek me out in vain. Farewell Romana. I hope you, or anybody else that’s helping you safe journey.”
With that, Rose watched as The Doctor turned his back to her, flipping various switches on what Rose presumed was this TARDIS’ console. As he pressed one last button, he exhaled, and then collapsed. The last thing Rose saw before the message completely dissolved was a bright golden glow that Rose had seen only once before on the bottom of the projection. Then the room was once again silent and dark, save for the central column which Rose had not noticed glowing until that very moment.
Rose sighed, heading up to the console and touching the very edges that the Doctor had touched in his message. Emptying out her pockets, she placed the TARDIS key and ancient fobwatch on the console. Well now she had an idea of what or rather ‘who’ Romana had sent her to find. Now how did she go about trying to find him?
Almost as soon as she finished that thought, Rose was suddenly thrown off her feet as the ship suddenly began to move. Startled, she tries frantically to get back to the console when the ship lurches again.
As her head hits of the coral struts, her world goes black.