Lost Drabbles: Doctor Who's Life on the Flip Side
Ok, this one is almost a fic. Its not finished.
Title: Life on the Flip Side
Category: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Character/Pairings: Doctor (10)/Rose, John/Rose
Rating: PG
Summery: John Smith lived an average life. But one day he starts noticing things are quite as average as he thought them to be.
~*~
John Smith lived an average life. He taught 14 year olds history, lived in a flat with his wife and went to the pub on Fridays with his friends from work. He fixed things around the house when they needed fixed, and yelled at the TV even though he knew quite well that Jones and Saxon couldn’t hear him.
And that was what he was doing the day his life changed to the slightly un-average side of things. His wife of a year, Rose, was out with her female friends having a girls day. Mostly it was shopping for things for their baby who was due in a month or two. Due to the fact his mother-in-law had somehow been caught up in the Canary Warf massacre, they had spent the last couple of months organizing and tying up loose ends of Jackie Tyler’s estate. So, Rose and her friends had decided to do some major baby shopping, leaving the flat to himself.
He was working on the sink, which had sprung a leak a few days earlier and was watching the political coverage of the Prime Minister elections. He wasn’t a big fan of either of the candidates, somehow they both seemed…wrong.
The only thing that was not average about John Smith was his dreams. Perhaps it was compensating for his average life, because in these dreams he traveled in a blue police box from the fifties, around time and space. He changed faces, had several lives. In fact, he wasn’t even the same species in his dreams. Rose was there, although just as a friend (feelings were still there, but something stopped this other-him) and several of their friends as well. Sarah Jane Smith and Harry Sullivan several years before he recalled meeting them, Martha Jones, Rose’s best friend (although that always was awkward) and Jack Harkness.
Rose had enjoyed the stories, although sometimes she had this facial expression that made him wonder if she was happy with the average him, if she wanted something else. He wondered if perhaps she would have rather gone off with her Friend Mickey who was off traveling, or at least she said. She didn’t talk about him much. Or her family. She was still a little upset over her mother’s death.
He got up from under the sink, having completed the repairs and went off to the master bedroom to get a change of clothing. On his way back to the bathroom he passed Jackie’s old room and paused. Rose kept it closed all the time, not allowing anyone in there. He had assumed it was because she was still mourning her mother and he usually respected her thoughts on the matter. However, the door had been left slightly open this time and peering in he could see something large and blue. He frowned and opened the door more and walked in finding that Rose had packed up her mother’s belongings and the only thing in the room besides boxes was a large Police Box. It was blue, wooden and a large part of the dreams he had been having.
He walked slowly towards it, wondering if perhaps he had seen it before, and that is why it was in his dreams. However as he touched the outside paneling a warm feeling embraced him. It was odd feeling, yet comfortable and familiar at the same time. He stood there a second before pushing the door open and walking inside.
He wasn’t sure what he had expected to be inside, but it was not what he saw. The area he was walking into was large, clearly too big to have fit in the outside Police box let alone Jackie Tyler’s bedroom. It was an interesting decorative style