Fracture pt 1
Fic: Fracture pt 1
Rating:R
Pairing: Ten/Rose (Rose pov for this chapter)
Songs: Running up that hill- Placebo cover of Kate Bush single, Allay Pain- Iwasaki Taku
Episode reference:Doomsday
Torchwood Series differences: Torchwood Hub exterior no Captain Jack
Disclaimer: Doctor Who, Torchwood and all its respective characters, technologies and visual media included therein reference to, belongs to the BBC Wales. This fanfiction is intended for fan appreciation or angst depending on how you take it.
"It doesn't hurt me.
Do you want to feel how it feels?
Do you want to know, know that it doesn't hurt me?
Do you wanna hear about the deal I'm makin'?"
Rose's voice catches as she sings the lyrics quietly to herself.
"Rose Tyler defender of the earth."
She doesn't feel like a defender, she feels like a bag of broken china that has been hit too many times.
Feeling the rolling of the bus over the motorway, she gazes out the window at the rain and tries to ignore the laughter of her fellow Torchwood three employees.
Defence... How could she defend anything when all she has is memories?
"I thought we'd be running up that hill by now, I thought I'd be with you... that you'd find a way."
She continues to gaze out into the ever present clouds that seem to have become a permanent part of parallel Cardiff.
The clouds haven't left despite the fact that the void is shut.
Always searching for him, her mind is constantly hoping to hear her name in his voice, she looks for him in everything.
Her heart thunders every time she sees a man from behind wearing a pinstripped suit, who has a light brown and rather unruly crown of hair, or if she happens to see a man in a leather jacket and black jumper with a cropped hair cut.
In this version of reality, the one where she isn't meant to exist; she's not sure if or even in what form the Doctor would be.
She wishes and prays that somehow, in some way he would find her in this world as well.
It is currently seven in the morning, yet for her it is the middle of the night.
Things have always seemed backwards since leaving him.
She barely sleeps, and has to force herself to eat some days; but then there are chips... she can't eat those anymore, that was their food.
Street lamps still alight on their timers, Rose can recall back to when she was in Elizabethan era. She can remember the smell of the oil torches and the feeling of a brocade of velvet about her shoulders.
The day that she chose a dress from the wardrobe, the Doctor stated that it must have been because of her that Shakespeare wrote the part of Juliet.
She laughed at him then, saying that he had probably said something like that to all of his companions.
He being who he was just grinned and nodded sheepishly; but now that she thinks back on it, she knows that he wasn't just spinning her a yarn.
In his own way he was trying to tell her that she was beautiful.
Tears start to build up in her eyes and she hurridly wipes them away before Toshiko can see her crying.
Darlig Ulv Stranden, she thinks back on it all the time and it kills her heart. If only that damn supernova had lasted a moment longer!
She swears in the middle of the night, that she can hear his voice calling out to her; swears that she can feel his hands running over her in a way that they never did in reality.
Rose hates the sound of the wind blowing in the trees, she hates getting so pissed that she can barely feel anything.
She wishes that she could hold back as she pleads for someone to touch her and not say a word.
Always it's someone with a thin frame, a pair of square rimmed glasses and a tie.
In the dark she can pretend it's her Doctor.
Then emotions at brightness of the sun in the morning, are gathered up; the shattered remnants left of her heart she puts away, only to be trampled again.
Last night and this morning were no different.
"I hate you." she says to herself in the mirror of that cheap motel, "I fucking hate you!"
All the money in the world can't bring back the one person that she so desperatly needs.
She has gained fame and notoriety here, but she would give all of that up just to see him again.
The unremarkable bus has stopped and Rose is awoken from her flashbacks.
She pulls her swipe card from her purse and goes first off to enter her authorisation on the pad, then swipes the laminated card through the lock.
The entrance of the building on Roald Dahl Plass doesn't look like much but appearances are deceiving. Inside there is an onslaught of bustling activity as the night shift prepares to log control over to Rose.
For the last two years since being marooned here in this universe, Rose has thrown herself into her research.
"Chief, we had a flare in rift activity at 02.00 last night, something came through." Gwen says, pulling her to the side. "I wasn't sure if I should ring you or not, we have him in medical isolation down in Owen's."
"Him... what do you mean him?" Rose questions as she pulls on her lab coat.
"Not sure... but he looks male, caucasian in his mid thirties."
"You sure we're talkin' 'bout a rift breach and not some homeless man?" She quips as she pulls her hair off of her face.
"Trust me.. Owen got here at Oh-four-hundred and started running tests, he swears that there is no way this guy is human."
"I want to see him Gwen, I want to see him now." Rose states as she walks to the lift.
The doors to the lift open automatically and they step inside, Rose who is now used to the routine closes her eyes and prepares for the decontamination process.
Gwen on the other hand is still shocked by the first blast of water.
Owen, she realises is a bit of a germophobe despite the fact that he works with aliens on an almost daily basis, never really knowing if they are carrying some deadly version of a plague unknown to Earth.
Stepping out of the lift, Rose is a bit miffed at the drying process; duly noting that her hair and clothing are still damp.
She can hear the hum of computers and various medical equipment before she enters the room including Owen's rather incessant talking into the voice recorder.
"Hematocrit levels off the scale suggesting retention of oxygen at a longer rate, supporting evidence of a respiratory bypass system. Scans indicate presence of binary cardiac system."
"Binary cardiac...Two hearts." Rose whispers this and runs into the room.
"Chief I'm in the middle..!" Owen is cut off as she turns to him and yells.
"Shove it Harper!"
She comes up to the isolation chamber slowly, preparing herself for the possibility that it may be a false hope; that this is not who she hopes it to be.
The first thing she notes is that this person is unkempt with his knees clutched to his chest.
He wears a standard hospital gown, he is covered in scratches and has at least a weeks worth of beard growth.
"Let me in Owen, I want to see him." She says this with her palm against the wall of cool bullet proof glass.
"Chief.."
"Just do it Harper!"
She hears the rustling of his coat and footsteps coming toward her, but she doesn't look away from the man sitting against the far wall.
The sudden beep of the door causes the man to look up suddenly and she catches a glimpse of a face she hasn't seen in two years.
"Doctor..." She exhales, stepping into the room.
"Hello... are you my wife?" He questions her innocently, still clutching his legs with bloody hands.