Fic: Dårlig Ulv - Chapter 4 Rating PG
Dårlig Ulv
Chapter 4/?
By Maetel/Amy
Rating: PG
Pairing: 10/Rose
Word Count: 2239/8479
Summary: Post Doomsday reunion. When forgotten parts of the past reemerge, Rose finds herself thrust back into the world she once knew, Doctor, dangers and all!
Author's Note: I wound up writing this chapter a while before I found out where The Doctor and Martha were going. Imagine my surprise when I found out where they were going to be heading. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys.
She sees a horse and rider pass
She says, "This man's gonna be my death
'Cause he's all I ever wanted in my life
- Shalott by Emilie Autumn
Rose backed away from Jack as she scanned the room looking for some way out. Her insides were tightening painfully. If he had any idea what had happened, how could Jack be working for them? She noticed a platform leading off from where she was standing that headed towards a desk.
“Rose, calm down. Let me-”
“What? Explain? Tell why and how you came to work for the company that almost destroyed two different worlds? A company that caused the death of millions of people on this planet?” she stated as she took a slow step onto a connecting bridge, trying to make sure that she didn’t fall in.
“Rose when I wound up back in this time, there was no where else that I could go. Torchwood found me and knew who I was from the times I traveled with you and the Doctor. I knew about what happened, and when I found out about what happened to you and your family, I wanted to try and make a difference. Keep that from ever happening again. That’s why I work here, watching the Rift.” Jack’s voice was a cross between soothing and worried. He’d never thought about what Rose’s reaction might be to Torchwood.
“You can’t change it, Jack,” she told him simply, though one look at her could tell that her reasoning was anything but. Her expression was a reflection of the pain he could only guess about. “I tried, and in the end, it almost cost me my life. They cost me my family! They are the reason I‘m here. They were trying to capture me because of something I had no idea about. Because of two words and a decision I regret more than anything.”
“What are you talking about, Rose?” he asked, trying to draw nearer to the blonde, though she seemed to be taking a step back for every one of his. He didn’t want to risk tackling her in case he wounded her more than what she already had been. She looked fine enough, but she could still be weak.
“Weren’t you wondering about the wound? Why I had it? Where it came from, despite how it looks so blatantly obvious that it wasn’t created by a standard Earth weapon like a gun from a bullet?” she asked, her voice pleading, in an attempt to appeal to the person she knew, as though he and the person before her were two different people. “Jack, the Torchwood of the Earth where I was tried to capture me because of... They shot me just to stop me from getting away. I spent two years working for them, making a life for myself like I the Doctor had wanted, and the first sign- The first sign, Jack, of anything alien left me as simply a thing to be tested!”
“Rose. That won’t happen here,” he told her, his voice calm, trying to soothe Rose's nerves. “I won’t let it happen.”
He watched as she seemed to take his words to heart, though the appearance was shattered when he heard the door open. Both he and the blonde turned their heads towards the entrance, watching as Gwen walked in, saying that she’d forgotten her license.
He called out to the brunette, but it was too late. Rose had taken off running, barging past Gwen, knocking the woman to the ground, before the officer had any idea what exactly was happening. Jack called out for her to follow Rose, hoping that his friend wouldn’t get too far. She was panicking and the last thing he wanted to happen was for her to get hurt.
Meanwhile, Rose was finally reaching the upstairs area of the hub, and dashed out the door. She stopped for a moment, looking around in shock. It’d figure that Torchwood would be right next to the rift. It was where the TARDIS had fueled up. She sniffed, realizing that tears had started to fall unbidden from her eyes. There wasn’t time for that though. She knew most agents of Torchwood were trained to take care of business fast. She had to-
Her thoughts were cut short by the sound that she considered all too familiar. The whining, grinding noise that was almost like a siren. The wind started up almost instantly, blowing strands of blonde hair into her face, stinging her eyes, though she wasn’t sure if it was the memories bringing forth the tears or the hair that had hit her sensitive eyes.
She turned when she heard the sound of foot steps running up behind her. Jack and Gwen stopped as the TARDIS began to fully materialize, though once the wailing had died, Jack stepped closer, moving up beside Rose who was standing there frozen. The TARDIS was almost two meters away, and anyone who knew Rose could see that her expression was one of fear mixed with hope.
Slowly, the door opened, and out stepped one leg of someone who appeared to be turned. It wasn’t as Rose remember. Instead of the brown and cadet blue that Rose had finally been able to place, the pants were blue with some foggy color that badly stood out. Gone was the white cloth of the Chucks he wore, replaced with red. It made the blonde wonder just what had happened.
Her gaze traveled up the body of the man, noting that he was still adorably scrawny. The frame was still almost completely swallowed by the brown trench coat he’d always worn.
It wasn’t until her eyes reached his face that she realized that he was standing there, staring at her in disbelief. He seemed to be unable to say anything, which was more of a shock to Rose than anything. The man was never speechless. At least, he never had been.
Then again, maybe he was as shocked as she was, though she never really knew. The minute she heard his voice, something in her head clicked, and she promptly fainted.
- - - - -
The Doctor had received a distress call via the slightly psychic paper, though what exactly had drawn him to Earth in the year 2009. He knew that Jack was taking care of the rift in Cardiff, but he was never one to ignore a cry for help.
Besides, it might take his mind off of the fact that Martha had decided to stay on New Earth. He’d taken her there, wanting to make sure that everything had worked itself out a few years following the lovely plan that the Sisters had been working with. Martha had found herself a new planet with people in need of Doctors and she knew that it was her place.
It had hurt when the woman had decided to leave, but he understood her reason. She thought she could do a lot of good, and considering how the woman was a fast learner, he didn’t doubt she’d be helping out fast. The worse part about her leaving though. The TARDIS was once again feeling empty. Lifeless. There was no one to bring any sort of exuberance within the walls of the old girl and after over 900 years, he wasn’t exactly the best person, despite how he had regenerated.
He gently stroked the console as the TARDIS made its way back to the Earth as he had grown used to it. Rose, Donna, and Martha had all been from relatively the same time period. England hadn’t changed too much over the course of eight years, and that lack of change made the Doctor feel like there was a weight on his chest.
Yes, the pain had lessened since he last said goodbye to Rose Tyler, but only because he forced himself to think on other things after a while. Ignore the way his hearts contracted. He slept less than he usually did, which was saying a lot. Every time he tried, he saw her face. The tears she’d cried during their goodbye. The tears that fell when she’d admitted that she loved him.
The center column had stopped its activity. They’d reached their destination. He almost contemplated talking to Jack and seeing if he would want to resume traveling. He quickly discarded the idea. He knew the role Jack was to play in the future, but he had to admit that it was tempting. The world was going to change and Jack had to be there. Only interfering when absolutely necessary. That was his way
He looked up at the TARDIS’ center column, noticing that it seemed to be humming, almost happily. He knew the ship could seem temperamental but… He never quite understood it. The ship would forever be a mystery in some ways. That’s why he would never give it up unless he had no other choice.
With a sigh, the Doctor walked towards the doors of the TARDIS and opened it, though he turned back when the console made a rather odd noise. He looked at it to see if something had happened. It looked perfectly fine, so he decided to check it out once he figured out who was calling him.
He turned his attention back to the world outside and stopped. Every thing just froze in place when he saw her. Same blonde hair, long like when he first met her. Same eyes, less eyeliner though. She was still beautiful though. There was his Rose Tyler. The wonderfully aggravating blonde he thought lost.
“H-How?” he asked, though he didn’t get an answer. Instead, she collapsed. He was moving to catch her in a moment, along with Jack. Leave it to the Captain to be the one to find her first.
He carefully knelt down, as he tried to keep from dropping the young woman. He was afraid that if he did, he’d wake up from some dream that would leave him trying to avoid closing his eyes again, for a long time. He gently pushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. It was then that he noticed how badly his hands were trembling.
What power she had over him. He’d not seen her in so long and yet he still couldn’t seem to keep himself from shaking with some over powering emotion.
He looked up to Jack who was standing over the two of them. “Jack! It’s great to see you again! Mind helping me get Rose somewhere where she isn’t laying on concrete?”
Jack blinked, taken aback by the man’s manners. The Doctor he knew had been rather… blunt, but this one seemed rather rude. Then again, that was how he’d been described by Queen Victoria in her journal entries recording the time she stayed at Torchwood manner.
With a shake of the head to clear his mind, Jack nodded and carefully gathered up the blonde in his arms, allowing the Doctor to lead him into the TARDIS. Before entering completely, he turned back to Gwen and smiled. “Call the others and tell them that I got in touch with someone who can take care of our mystery girl.” He watched as she nodded, pulling out her mobile phone. Leave it to human nature to leave a person in shock enough to make them follow orders properly.
Jack ignored the urge to laugh softly and walked over to the seat he’d seen Rose lounge upon so many times. He laid her down on it carefully, making sure she wouldn’t fall off before looking to the Doctor who seemed to be somewhere between happy, if there were a strong enough word, and terrified.
“She’s going to be all right,” he said, trying to draw the Doctor out of his quiet thoughtfulness.
“What? Oh. I know. I never doubted that she wouldn’t be. I’m just trying to figure out how she got back. I thought the passage had been sealed permanently,” the Doctor said softly. “With her trapped on the other side.”
“The rift’s been getting more and more active over the past few months. Things and people have been coming through it more and more frequently,” Jack explained. “Our sensors detected a new bit of activity and when I went out to investigate it, I found her outside our door, unconscious.”
“Found her unconscious? What’d happened to her?” The guilt that was rising up in him was obvious. He thought she’d been safe in the other universe.
“I don’t know exactly. From what she’s said, she was being chased by the Torchwood where she was because of something. She didn’t say what though,” the former time agent stated.
The Doctor was once again about to speak but the attention of both men was drawn by the quiet muttering of the blonde. “Bad Wolf. They were after Bad Wolf…”
The Time Lord was by her side in an instant, kneeling down next to her. He looked at the delicate face of the woman before him and swallowed hard when he saw a hauntingly familiar golden glow filling the woman’s irises.
The Inspiration behind this chapter:
Emilie Autumn - Shalott
Chapter 4/?
By Maetel/Amy
Rating: PG
Pairing: 10/Rose
Word Count: 2239/8479
Summary: Post Doomsday reunion. When forgotten parts of the past reemerge, Rose finds herself thrust back into the world she once knew, Doctor, dangers and all!
Author's Note: I wound up writing this chapter a while before I found out where The Doctor and Martha were going. Imagine my surprise when I found out where they were going to be heading. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys.
She sees a horse and rider pass
She says, "This man's gonna be my death
'Cause he's all I ever wanted in my life
- Shalott by Emilie Autumn
Rose backed away from Jack as she scanned the room looking for some way out. Her insides were tightening painfully. If he had any idea what had happened, how could Jack be working for them? She noticed a platform leading off from where she was standing that headed towards a desk.
“Rose, calm down. Let me-”
“What? Explain? Tell why and how you came to work for the company that almost destroyed two different worlds? A company that caused the death of millions of people on this planet?” she stated as she took a slow step onto a connecting bridge, trying to make sure that she didn’t fall in.
“Rose when I wound up back in this time, there was no where else that I could go. Torchwood found me and knew who I was from the times I traveled with you and the Doctor. I knew about what happened, and when I found out about what happened to you and your family, I wanted to try and make a difference. Keep that from ever happening again. That’s why I work here, watching the Rift.” Jack’s voice was a cross between soothing and worried. He’d never thought about what Rose’s reaction might be to Torchwood.
“You can’t change it, Jack,” she told him simply, though one look at her could tell that her reasoning was anything but. Her expression was a reflection of the pain he could only guess about. “I tried, and in the end, it almost cost me my life. They cost me my family! They are the reason I‘m here. They were trying to capture me because of something I had no idea about. Because of two words and a decision I regret more than anything.”
“What are you talking about, Rose?” he asked, trying to draw nearer to the blonde, though she seemed to be taking a step back for every one of his. He didn’t want to risk tackling her in case he wounded her more than what she already had been. She looked fine enough, but she could still be weak.
“Weren’t you wondering about the wound? Why I had it? Where it came from, despite how it looks so blatantly obvious that it wasn’t created by a standard Earth weapon like a gun from a bullet?” she asked, her voice pleading, in an attempt to appeal to the person she knew, as though he and the person before her were two different people. “Jack, the Torchwood of the Earth where I was tried to capture me because of... They shot me just to stop me from getting away. I spent two years working for them, making a life for myself like I the Doctor had wanted, and the first sign- The first sign, Jack, of anything alien left me as simply a thing to be tested!”
“Rose. That won’t happen here,” he told her, his voice calm, trying to soothe Rose's nerves. “I won’t let it happen.”
He watched as she seemed to take his words to heart, though the appearance was shattered when he heard the door open. Both he and the blonde turned their heads towards the entrance, watching as Gwen walked in, saying that she’d forgotten her license.
He called out to the brunette, but it was too late. Rose had taken off running, barging past Gwen, knocking the woman to the ground, before the officer had any idea what exactly was happening. Jack called out for her to follow Rose, hoping that his friend wouldn’t get too far. She was panicking and the last thing he wanted to happen was for her to get hurt.
Meanwhile, Rose was finally reaching the upstairs area of the hub, and dashed out the door. She stopped for a moment, looking around in shock. It’d figure that Torchwood would be right next to the rift. It was where the TARDIS had fueled up. She sniffed, realizing that tears had started to fall unbidden from her eyes. There wasn’t time for that though. She knew most agents of Torchwood were trained to take care of business fast. She had to-
Her thoughts were cut short by the sound that she considered all too familiar. The whining, grinding noise that was almost like a siren. The wind started up almost instantly, blowing strands of blonde hair into her face, stinging her eyes, though she wasn’t sure if it was the memories bringing forth the tears or the hair that had hit her sensitive eyes.
She turned when she heard the sound of foot steps running up behind her. Jack and Gwen stopped as the TARDIS began to fully materialize, though once the wailing had died, Jack stepped closer, moving up beside Rose who was standing there frozen. The TARDIS was almost two meters away, and anyone who knew Rose could see that her expression was one of fear mixed with hope.
Slowly, the door opened, and out stepped one leg of someone who appeared to be turned. It wasn’t as Rose remember. Instead of the brown and cadet blue that Rose had finally been able to place, the pants were blue with some foggy color that badly stood out. Gone was the white cloth of the Chucks he wore, replaced with red. It made the blonde wonder just what had happened.
Her gaze traveled up the body of the man, noting that he was still adorably scrawny. The frame was still almost completely swallowed by the brown trench coat he’d always worn.
It wasn’t until her eyes reached his face that she realized that he was standing there, staring at her in disbelief. He seemed to be unable to say anything, which was more of a shock to Rose than anything. The man was never speechless. At least, he never had been.
Then again, maybe he was as shocked as she was, though she never really knew. The minute she heard his voice, something in her head clicked, and she promptly fainted.
- - - - -
The Doctor had received a distress call via the slightly psychic paper, though what exactly had drawn him to Earth in the year 2009. He knew that Jack was taking care of the rift in Cardiff, but he was never one to ignore a cry for help.
Besides, it might take his mind off of the fact that Martha had decided to stay on New Earth. He’d taken her there, wanting to make sure that everything had worked itself out a few years following the lovely plan that the Sisters had been working with. Martha had found herself a new planet with people in need of Doctors and she knew that it was her place.
It had hurt when the woman had decided to leave, but he understood her reason. She thought she could do a lot of good, and considering how the woman was a fast learner, he didn’t doubt she’d be helping out fast. The worse part about her leaving though. The TARDIS was once again feeling empty. Lifeless. There was no one to bring any sort of exuberance within the walls of the old girl and after over 900 years, he wasn’t exactly the best person, despite how he had regenerated.
He gently stroked the console as the TARDIS made its way back to the Earth as he had grown used to it. Rose, Donna, and Martha had all been from relatively the same time period. England hadn’t changed too much over the course of eight years, and that lack of change made the Doctor feel like there was a weight on his chest.
Yes, the pain had lessened since he last said goodbye to Rose Tyler, but only because he forced himself to think on other things after a while. Ignore the way his hearts contracted. He slept less than he usually did, which was saying a lot. Every time he tried, he saw her face. The tears she’d cried during their goodbye. The tears that fell when she’d admitted that she loved him.
The center column had stopped its activity. They’d reached their destination. He almost contemplated talking to Jack and seeing if he would want to resume traveling. He quickly discarded the idea. He knew the role Jack was to play in the future, but he had to admit that it was tempting. The world was going to change and Jack had to be there. Only interfering when absolutely necessary. That was his way
He looked up at the TARDIS’ center column, noticing that it seemed to be humming, almost happily. He knew the ship could seem temperamental but… He never quite understood it. The ship would forever be a mystery in some ways. That’s why he would never give it up unless he had no other choice.
With a sigh, the Doctor walked towards the doors of the TARDIS and opened it, though he turned back when the console made a rather odd noise. He looked at it to see if something had happened. It looked perfectly fine, so he decided to check it out once he figured out who was calling him.
He turned his attention back to the world outside and stopped. Every thing just froze in place when he saw her. Same blonde hair, long like when he first met her. Same eyes, less eyeliner though. She was still beautiful though. There was his Rose Tyler. The wonderfully aggravating blonde he thought lost.
“H-How?” he asked, though he didn’t get an answer. Instead, she collapsed. He was moving to catch her in a moment, along with Jack. Leave it to the Captain to be the one to find her first.
He carefully knelt down, as he tried to keep from dropping the young woman. He was afraid that if he did, he’d wake up from some dream that would leave him trying to avoid closing his eyes again, for a long time. He gently pushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. It was then that he noticed how badly his hands were trembling.
What power she had over him. He’d not seen her in so long and yet he still couldn’t seem to keep himself from shaking with some over powering emotion.
He looked up to Jack who was standing over the two of them. “Jack! It’s great to see you again! Mind helping me get Rose somewhere where she isn’t laying on concrete?”
Jack blinked, taken aback by the man’s manners. The Doctor he knew had been rather… blunt, but this one seemed rather rude. Then again, that was how he’d been described by Queen Victoria in her journal entries recording the time she stayed at Torchwood manner.
With a shake of the head to clear his mind, Jack nodded and carefully gathered up the blonde in his arms, allowing the Doctor to lead him into the TARDIS. Before entering completely, he turned back to Gwen and smiled. “Call the others and tell them that I got in touch with someone who can take care of our mystery girl.” He watched as she nodded, pulling out her mobile phone. Leave it to human nature to leave a person in shock enough to make them follow orders properly.
Jack ignored the urge to laugh softly and walked over to the seat he’d seen Rose lounge upon so many times. He laid her down on it carefully, making sure she wouldn’t fall off before looking to the Doctor who seemed to be somewhere between happy, if there were a strong enough word, and terrified.
“She’s going to be all right,” he said, trying to draw the Doctor out of his quiet thoughtfulness.
“What? Oh. I know. I never doubted that she wouldn’t be. I’m just trying to figure out how she got back. I thought the passage had been sealed permanently,” the Doctor said softly. “With her trapped on the other side.”
“The rift’s been getting more and more active over the past few months. Things and people have been coming through it more and more frequently,” Jack explained. “Our sensors detected a new bit of activity and when I went out to investigate it, I found her outside our door, unconscious.”
“Found her unconscious? What’d happened to her?” The guilt that was rising up in him was obvious. He thought she’d been safe in the other universe.
“I don’t know exactly. From what she’s said, she was being chased by the Torchwood where she was because of something. She didn’t say what though,” the former time agent stated.
The Doctor was once again about to speak but the attention of both men was drawn by the quiet muttering of the blonde. “Bad Wolf. They were after Bad Wolf…”
The Time Lord was by her side in an instant, kneeling down next to her. He looked at the delicate face of the woman before him and swallowed hard when he saw a hauntingly familiar golden glow filling the woman’s irises.
The Inspiration behind this chapter:
Emilie Autumn - Shalott