Where Are You Roaming? (7/25)
Author: lorelaisquared
Titile: Where Are You Roaming?
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1435
Characters: Rose, Donna, Ten, Viola (OC)
Pairings: Rose/TenII, Rose/Ten
Summary: Sequel to What’s To Come is Still Unsure. Rose and Viola struggle to adjust to being in Rose’s original universe while the Doctor deals with the ramifications of his actions at "Bowie Base One" on Mars.
Rating: PG
Beta(s): meremoon
Author’s Note: Another shortish chapter out of necessity, they do start getting longer soon.
Special thanks to my beta, meremoon for her invaluable feedback. Also a huge thank you to rumpelsnorcack for her constant support and cheerleading. A quick shout out to earlgreytea68 for periodically letting me bounce ideas off of her.
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Chapter 7
Rose groaned as she registered the cold hard pavement beneath her and something heavy atop her. She slowly opened her eyes only to stare up at a filthy and rather damp store awning. She tried to sit up, but the weight on her abdomen prevented her from moving much and she was only able to prop herself up on her elbows. She frowned as she looked down, she couldn't see anything there.
Whatever was on her stomach moved.
“Mum?” Viola's voice was faint and distant. Rose looked around but she couldn't see her daughter anywhere.
“Viola?” Rose's voice was laced with worry, something strange was going on, and she didn't like it.
“Mum. You're okay!” The weight on her stomach lifted and Rose felt familiar little arms wrap around her neck in a jubilant hug.
“Viola, is that you? Why can't I see you?”
The arms that embraced her froze. “You can't see me?” Viola sounded fearful and worried.
“No, I can't. Viola, what's going on?”
“I don't know,” she whispered. “The man said I'd vanished, and reappeared when he was here, but it was only for a second.”
“Man? What man?”
Rose heard a shuffling sound that she assumed was her daughter shrugging. “Just some man. He came to help when you collapsed. He wouldn’t tell me who he was. But he had a nice coat. It was long like Dad's, and blue.” She paused. “He knew your name. It was weird.”
“Was the coat dark blue?”
“Yeah, how did you know?”
Rose started laughing. “Sweetheart, I think you just met Captain Jack.”
“THAT was Jack?” Viola's expression was incredulous and it made Rose laugh harder. “Will you please stop laughing.”
“I'm sorry, but the look on your face is priceless.”
“Wait. Mum, you can see me again?”
Rose stopped laughing and stared at her daughter in shock. “Yes, I can.”
“And you're okay?”
Rose looked down, she could see the blood on her shirt but that was all that was left to indicate anything had happened. She felt perfectly normal. “I'm perfect. I could use a change of clothes though.”
“There's a shop down the road, I have the psychic paper, we can get you something.” Viola stood up and offered a hand to her mother. “None of this makes any sense.”
“It's very strange,” Rose agreed as they began to walk.
“No, Mum, it's more than that. It's all connected, I know it is, if I could just figure out how...” Viola screwed up her face in concentration as she tried to work it out.
The rain had stopped and it didn't take long for them to reach the shop. While Rose quickly picked out a new top and 'paid' for it. Viola waited by the door, thinking.
“Well, have you found any answers in that brilliant brain of yours?” Rose asked as she joined her daughter again, feeling refreshed in a new, green t-shirt.
“Sort of.”
Rose looked at her daughter questioningly as they began walking down the street again.
“I think that someone is messing with timelines.”
“What do you mean?”
“All these things that are happening - the random time skips, your weird non-injury, me disappearing, and especially the overwhelming pain in my head - they all indicate that time is not functioning normally. I don't know why I didn't sense it earlier.”
Rose stopped walking. “Wait, what pain in your head?”
Viola swallowed visibly. “Please don't be mad, Mum. I didn't want to tell you, because I didn't want to worry you. But since we got here, my head has been aching. At first it wasn't much - just a dull pain but it's getting worse, it's like the universe, like time itself is screaming at me, telling me that it's been tampered with.”
“I'm not mad, Viola, but I do wish you'd told me. I need to know these things. I'm your mum, it's my job to worry about you.” Rose hugged her reassuringly.
Viola smiled. “I know, I'm sorry.”
“Apology accepted.” Rose took her hand and they turned into a large grassy area that she recognized as Hyde Park. “Now tell me, who do you think could possibly be tampering with time like that?”
Viola was silent for several minutes, clearly pondering the question as they wandered past the Princess Diana Memorial toward the lake that ran through the park.
“I'm not certain,” Viola said finally, staring out at the water from the bridge they were now standing on. “But I think it has to be another Time Lord.”
Rose gasped and Viola whipped her head around to see her. “It's okay Mum, I don't think it's --”
“No, Viola, it's not that.” Rose gestured to the other side of the bridge where another woman was standing in almost an identical position, staring at her.
“Who's that?” Viola whispered.
“Donna Noble.”
*~*~*~*~*
Donna was having the worst day of her life. Sure, she'd found the missing children but she couldn't do anything to help them because for some god forsaken reason she was being pulled all over creation and back and she didn't have a clue why. To make matters worse she had the mother of all headaches and random images and fantastical ideas kept filtering into her mind which just added to the mess of confusion that was trying to drive her mental.
She had recently decided that the only explanation for all of this, was that it was a dream. An incredibly vivid one, in which she travelled through time and saw all kinds of crazy things. That was the only thing that made sense, because she couldn't have possibly been in the sixteenth century or on another planet - could she?
Donna laughed and shook the thought from her mind. She really was going mad if she was starting to believe this was all real. Deciding there was nothing else she could do, but go along with it and make the most of her bizarre dream, Donna brushed herself off from her most recent journey, and took stock of her surroundings.
Apparently her brain had switched from the fantastical to the mundane because she appeared to be on an ordinary street in London. It was raining, so Donna glanced around for somewhere dry. There was a park across the street with some large trees that looked like they would do the trick. As she waited out the storm, she surveyed the park, and laughed aloud when she realized it was Hyde Park - a place she often came with her Granddad.
When the rain stopped, she made her way to the water, walking along the path and enjoying a relaxing stroll. Her favourite bridge loomed ahead and she happily headed toward it.
She had started to cross it when she saw her. A blond woman talking to a little girl on the other end of the bridge. Donna could only see the side of her face but there was something familiar about her - something both comforting and worrying. She took another step closer just as the woman turned to face her.
Donna gasped and stared at the woman. She knew her. She didn't know how, or from where, but she knew with absolute certainty that they had met before.
“Who's that?” The little girl whispered to the blond woman.
“Donna Noble,” the woman answered.
Their eyes met and slowly they began to walk toward each other, the little girl trailing a little ways behind.
As they neared each other, a name popped into Donna's head and she suddenly knew who this woman was. “Rose Tyler,” she said softly, offering her hand.
As their hands met, Donna's head suddenly burst with a mixture of images and pain. Everything she'd seen today suddenly converged and started to make sense. She remembered meeting a man called the Doctor, remembered watching him drown a bunch of spider babies. The memories were coming faster now - meeting him again, seeing Rose, Pompeii, aliens with tentacles, time travel, Agatha Christie, the Doctor dying, meeting Rose, Earth disappearing, Daleks, a second Doctor, her saving the day with a Time Lord brain, leaving Rose and the second Doctor on a beach, the Doctor taking her memories away as she screamed…
The images seared through her mind and Donna clutched at her head, grabbing fistfuls of hair in both hands.
She cried out and Rose gripped her hand more tightly.
“Mum!” the little girl shouted. “Mum, what's happening?”
Suddenly the pain in Donna's head worsened, and all she could see was a massive burst of light that felt like it was slicing directly through her brain.
*~*~*~*~*
TBC
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Titile: Where Are You Roaming?
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1435
Characters: Rose, Donna, Ten, Viola (OC)
Pairings: Rose/TenII, Rose/Ten
Summary: Sequel to What’s To Come is Still Unsure. Rose and Viola struggle to adjust to being in Rose’s original universe while the Doctor deals with the ramifications of his actions at "Bowie Base One" on Mars.
Rating: PG
Beta(s): meremoon
Author’s Note: Another shortish chapter out of necessity, they do start getting longer soon.
Special thanks to my beta, meremoon for her invaluable feedback. Also a huge thank you to rumpelsnorcack for her constant support and cheerleading. A quick shout out to earlgreytea68 for periodically letting me bounce ideas off of her.
Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 |
Chapter 7
Rose groaned as she registered the cold hard pavement beneath her and something heavy atop her. She slowly opened her eyes only to stare up at a filthy and rather damp store awning. She tried to sit up, but the weight on her abdomen prevented her from moving much and she was only able to prop herself up on her elbows. She frowned as she looked down, she couldn't see anything there.
Whatever was on her stomach moved.
“Mum?” Viola's voice was faint and distant. Rose looked around but she couldn't see her daughter anywhere.
“Viola?” Rose's voice was laced with worry, something strange was going on, and she didn't like it.
“Mum. You're okay!” The weight on her stomach lifted and Rose felt familiar little arms wrap around her neck in a jubilant hug.
“Viola, is that you? Why can't I see you?”
The arms that embraced her froze. “You can't see me?” Viola sounded fearful and worried.
“No, I can't. Viola, what's going on?”
“I don't know,” she whispered. “The man said I'd vanished, and reappeared when he was here, but it was only for a second.”
“Man? What man?”
Rose heard a shuffling sound that she assumed was her daughter shrugging. “Just some man. He came to help when you collapsed. He wouldn’t tell me who he was. But he had a nice coat. It was long like Dad's, and blue.” She paused. “He knew your name. It was weird.”
“Was the coat dark blue?”
“Yeah, how did you know?”
Rose started laughing. “Sweetheart, I think you just met Captain Jack.”
“THAT was Jack?” Viola's expression was incredulous and it made Rose laugh harder. “Will you please stop laughing.”
“I'm sorry, but the look on your face is priceless.”
“Wait. Mum, you can see me again?”
Rose stopped laughing and stared at her daughter in shock. “Yes, I can.”
“And you're okay?”
Rose looked down, she could see the blood on her shirt but that was all that was left to indicate anything had happened. She felt perfectly normal. “I'm perfect. I could use a change of clothes though.”
“There's a shop down the road, I have the psychic paper, we can get you something.” Viola stood up and offered a hand to her mother. “None of this makes any sense.”
“It's very strange,” Rose agreed as they began to walk.
“No, Mum, it's more than that. It's all connected, I know it is, if I could just figure out how...” Viola screwed up her face in concentration as she tried to work it out.
The rain had stopped and it didn't take long for them to reach the shop. While Rose quickly picked out a new top and 'paid' for it. Viola waited by the door, thinking.
“Well, have you found any answers in that brilliant brain of yours?” Rose asked as she joined her daughter again, feeling refreshed in a new, green t-shirt.
“Sort of.”
Rose looked at her daughter questioningly as they began walking down the street again.
“I think that someone is messing with timelines.”
“What do you mean?”
“All these things that are happening - the random time skips, your weird non-injury, me disappearing, and especially the overwhelming pain in my head - they all indicate that time is not functioning normally. I don't know why I didn't sense it earlier.”
Rose stopped walking. “Wait, what pain in your head?”
Viola swallowed visibly. “Please don't be mad, Mum. I didn't want to tell you, because I didn't want to worry you. But since we got here, my head has been aching. At first it wasn't much - just a dull pain but it's getting worse, it's like the universe, like time itself is screaming at me, telling me that it's been tampered with.”
“I'm not mad, Viola, but I do wish you'd told me. I need to know these things. I'm your mum, it's my job to worry about you.” Rose hugged her reassuringly.
Viola smiled. “I know, I'm sorry.”
“Apology accepted.” Rose took her hand and they turned into a large grassy area that she recognized as Hyde Park. “Now tell me, who do you think could possibly be tampering with time like that?”
Viola was silent for several minutes, clearly pondering the question as they wandered past the Princess Diana Memorial toward the lake that ran through the park.
“I'm not certain,” Viola said finally, staring out at the water from the bridge they were now standing on. “But I think it has to be another Time Lord.”
Rose gasped and Viola whipped her head around to see her. “It's okay Mum, I don't think it's --”
“No, Viola, it's not that.” Rose gestured to the other side of the bridge where another woman was standing in almost an identical position, staring at her.
“Who's that?” Viola whispered.
“Donna Noble.”
*~*~*~*~*
Donna was having the worst day of her life. Sure, she'd found the missing children but she couldn't do anything to help them because for some god forsaken reason she was being pulled all over creation and back and she didn't have a clue why. To make matters worse she had the mother of all headaches and random images and fantastical ideas kept filtering into her mind which just added to the mess of confusion that was trying to drive her mental.
She had recently decided that the only explanation for all of this, was that it was a dream. An incredibly vivid one, in which she travelled through time and saw all kinds of crazy things. That was the only thing that made sense, because she couldn't have possibly been in the sixteenth century or on another planet - could she?
Donna laughed and shook the thought from her mind. She really was going mad if she was starting to believe this was all real. Deciding there was nothing else she could do, but go along with it and make the most of her bizarre dream, Donna brushed herself off from her most recent journey, and took stock of her surroundings.
Apparently her brain had switched from the fantastical to the mundane because she appeared to be on an ordinary street in London. It was raining, so Donna glanced around for somewhere dry. There was a park across the street with some large trees that looked like they would do the trick. As she waited out the storm, she surveyed the park, and laughed aloud when she realized it was Hyde Park - a place she often came with her Granddad.
When the rain stopped, she made her way to the water, walking along the path and enjoying a relaxing stroll. Her favourite bridge loomed ahead and she happily headed toward it.
She had started to cross it when she saw her. A blond woman talking to a little girl on the other end of the bridge. Donna could only see the side of her face but there was something familiar about her - something both comforting and worrying. She took another step closer just as the woman turned to face her.
Donna gasped and stared at the woman. She knew her. She didn't know how, or from where, but she knew with absolute certainty that they had met before.
“Who's that?” The little girl whispered to the blond woman.
“Donna Noble,” the woman answered.
Their eyes met and slowly they began to walk toward each other, the little girl trailing a little ways behind.
As they neared each other, a name popped into Donna's head and she suddenly knew who this woman was. “Rose Tyler,” she said softly, offering her hand.
As their hands met, Donna's head suddenly burst with a mixture of images and pain. Everything she'd seen today suddenly converged and started to make sense. She remembered meeting a man called the Doctor, remembered watching him drown a bunch of spider babies. The memories were coming faster now - meeting him again, seeing Rose, Pompeii, aliens with tentacles, time travel, Agatha Christie, the Doctor dying, meeting Rose, Earth disappearing, Daleks, a second Doctor, her saving the day with a Time Lord brain, leaving Rose and the second Doctor on a beach, the Doctor taking her memories away as she screamed…
The images seared through her mind and Donna clutched at her head, grabbing fistfuls of hair in both hands.
She cried out and Rose gripped her hand more tightly.
“Mum!” the little girl shouted. “Mum, what's happening?”
Suddenly the pain in Donna's head worsened, and all she could see was a massive burst of light that felt like it was slicing directly through her brain.
*~*~*~*~*
TBC
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