Lost and Found
Title: Lost and Found
Part 7/9
Characters: Rose/Ten, OT character.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Doomsday
Disclaimer: Yep, not mine.
Summary: Life for Rose in the Parallel Dimension.
This is part Seven.
One is: http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/3419201.html#cutid1
Two is: http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/3423753.html
Three is: http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/3430766.html
Four is: http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/3442267.html
Five is: http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/3451488.html
Six is: http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/3459052.html
Chapter 7: City of glass
“So this is Valencia or whatever?”
“Vlansoria! Honestly Rose Tyler, you could offend these people.”
Rose smiled, “Right, Vlansencia?”
The doctor smiled back, knowing she was only trying to be silly. Sometimes he appreciated this a lot because it took some of the seriousness out of an otherwise depressing situation. “Yeah.” He shaded his eyes and looked off at the landscape of the city they had landed in. No trees, just high glassy buildings which took the sun’s light and shot it off at sixty different angles, illuminating everything and blinding you if you looked at it wrong. This was the city of sickness. The one which now was lighting Rose so that she looked like an angel to the doctor, although he’d never really seen one. He didn’t even think he believed in them. But if they existed, they’d be slightly less radiant than the mere mortal that stood before him, with such an aloofness he almost couldn’t stand it. “What’s confusing is that there seem to be no actual element that complies with all these…properties…it’s some sort of nonexistent product.”
“Well that makes sense though. Cause it came out of nowhere. So it doesn’t really exist.”
“This is true.” The Doctor got down on his hands and knees suddenly, and collected up a patch of grass and dirt. “See this?” He asked. Looking closely, Rose saw a shiny metallic substance shining through the cloudy dirt. She also caught a familiar scent she was having trouble pinpointing. She thought it might be of use to know, but she couldn’t remember it. “That’s the metal. As far as we can tell, that’s what it looks like in a visible solid form.” He tossed the dirt down. “It’s disgusting! Making everyone sick. What kind of thing does that?” He looked at his feet. “C’mon, we’re going to see how things are progressing.”
Rose followed the Doctor up a hill into the city of glass. The day was a might overcast, but even so, the sun was still able to shine brightly enough to reflect upon everything. For the first time, looking at the city instead of worrying about it, Rose realized that this may be one of the most beautiful places she’d ever been. Which was saying a fair bit after the millions of places near and far she’d been.
The hill was steep, and as they got closer to the top, Rose could see that in reality, the entire glass city was actually in a valley. The valley was full of short, dried up trees that looked like all the life had been sucked out of them.
The doctor stood at the top of the hill and pointed, “This is another effect of the metal.” He explained.
“And the city looked so beautiful…” she muttered, taking a last glance at the dead valley, and following the Doctor into the main entrance.
A disembodied voice called to them as they entered, “Hello sir or madam, welcome to the Vlansoria medical treatment center. Please oblige by signing in and receiving a medical examination before visiting live beings of the city.” Rose took the voice to be coming from somewhere around the nostrils in a picture of the planet’s founder.
“Uhm…hello” said the doctor, “I’m the Doctor, here with Rose Tyler. I have special access permission courtesy of Rodgrigal Smither.”
There was a long silence while the doctor leaned back from the position he had ended up in by the end of the statement: almost right up the painting’s nostrils, and stood there for a moment before the speaker sounded back, “Who is Rose Tyler?”
“She’s a friend, now honestly!” The Doctor pressed at a door on the perpendicular wall, and it opened graciously. In lower tones to Rose, who had begun following him as he passed through the doorway, he said, “Very high security at this place. Eighty-five percent of the population has contracted this ailment. An estimated Ninety percent of those remaining will have gotten it by the end of the week. This is the special treatment center, the first few victims and the ‘celebrities’ if you will.”
“So…eventually the whole planet then?”
“Veritably, yes.” The Doctor sounded very grim, as he looked through a glass window into a treatment center.
“Has anyone died yet?”
“Five percent of those who’ve had it so far. That’s just recorded of course. They seldom even go back to check on the poorer families who’ve been hit by it.”
“Hell.” Whispered Rose, her face pressed against the cool glass of the window.
The doctor suddenly stood up straight behind her, “Hello Dr. Smither! You’re looking very healthy today.”
“Funny you should say that…” he answered.
“What’s the problem?” Asked the Doctor.
“I’m not very well in fact.”
“Are you being serious?” Rose asked.
The Doctor turned to her only too late, shaking his head warningly. Dr. Smither sat down breathing heavily. “It seems like the last few days it’s been a struggle just to move. I fear that I too have the sickness.”
“Is there anything at all we can do for you doctor?” asked the Doctor, “I am so sorry.”
“Nothing can be done now.” He answered, “My time has come, and I haven’t managed to help anyone. I have failed.”
“That’s not your fault!” said the Doctor, “This substance by all laws of the universe we know and love shouldn’t exist. How do you expect you are to deal with something that no one from this whole bloody dimension knows how to deal with?!!”
At that moment, Rose forgot that this wasn’t ‘her’ Doctor, and that they’d barely known each other for two days, she was completely amazed. Almost…
No. She refused to admit that she was succumbing to that feeling.
“Yeah!” said Rose, “You’re doing the best you can. Could.”
“Listen-“, said Dr. Smither in a rasping voice, “take that folder over there Doctor, there’s…take it.” He began coughing violently.
A nurse entered and began to pat his back “What are you doin’ here?” she asked. The Doctor opened his mouth a few times trying to say something, and when he didn’t she yelled, “get out! Both of yeh, this is a hospital!”
“But we were just-!”
“You ‘eard me, get out!”
“Alright, we’re leaving!” Said the doctor. In undertones to Rose, he asked, “Did you get his papers?”
“Of course I did.” Said Rose, briefly opening her waist-length coat to reveal a grey folder.
“Good.” The Doctor replied. “Follow me.”
Part 7/9
Characters: Rose/Ten, OT character.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Doomsday
Disclaimer: Yep, not mine.
Summary: Life for Rose in the Parallel Dimension.
This is part Seven.
One is: http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/3419201.html#cutid1
Two is: http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/3423753.html
Three is: http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/3430766.html
Four is: http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/3442267.html
Five is: http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/3451488.html
Six is: http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/3459052.html
Chapter 7: City of glass
“So this is Valencia or whatever?”
“Vlansoria! Honestly Rose Tyler, you could offend these people.”
Rose smiled, “Right, Vlansencia?”
The doctor smiled back, knowing she was only trying to be silly. Sometimes he appreciated this a lot because it took some of the seriousness out of an otherwise depressing situation. “Yeah.” He shaded his eyes and looked off at the landscape of the city they had landed in. No trees, just high glassy buildings which took the sun’s light and shot it off at sixty different angles, illuminating everything and blinding you if you looked at it wrong. This was the city of sickness. The one which now was lighting Rose so that she looked like an angel to the doctor, although he’d never really seen one. He didn’t even think he believed in them. But if they existed, they’d be slightly less radiant than the mere mortal that stood before him, with such an aloofness he almost couldn’t stand it. “What’s confusing is that there seem to be no actual element that complies with all these…properties…it’s some sort of nonexistent product.”
“Well that makes sense though. Cause it came out of nowhere. So it doesn’t really exist.”
“This is true.” The Doctor got down on his hands and knees suddenly, and collected up a patch of grass and dirt. “See this?” He asked. Looking closely, Rose saw a shiny metallic substance shining through the cloudy dirt. She also caught a familiar scent she was having trouble pinpointing. She thought it might be of use to know, but she couldn’t remember it. “That’s the metal. As far as we can tell, that’s what it looks like in a visible solid form.” He tossed the dirt down. “It’s disgusting! Making everyone sick. What kind of thing does that?” He looked at his feet. “C’mon, we’re going to see how things are progressing.”
Rose followed the Doctor up a hill into the city of glass. The day was a might overcast, but even so, the sun was still able to shine brightly enough to reflect upon everything. For the first time, looking at the city instead of worrying about it, Rose realized that this may be one of the most beautiful places she’d ever been. Which was saying a fair bit after the millions of places near and far she’d been.
The hill was steep, and as they got closer to the top, Rose could see that in reality, the entire glass city was actually in a valley. The valley was full of short, dried up trees that looked like all the life had been sucked out of them.
The doctor stood at the top of the hill and pointed, “This is another effect of the metal.” He explained.
“And the city looked so beautiful…” she muttered, taking a last glance at the dead valley, and following the Doctor into the main entrance.
A disembodied voice called to them as they entered, “Hello sir or madam, welcome to the Vlansoria medical treatment center. Please oblige by signing in and receiving a medical examination before visiting live beings of the city.” Rose took the voice to be coming from somewhere around the nostrils in a picture of the planet’s founder.
“Uhm…hello” said the doctor, “I’m the Doctor, here with Rose Tyler. I have special access permission courtesy of Rodgrigal Smither.”
There was a long silence while the doctor leaned back from the position he had ended up in by the end of the statement: almost right up the painting’s nostrils, and stood there for a moment before the speaker sounded back, “Who is Rose Tyler?”
“She’s a friend, now honestly!” The Doctor pressed at a door on the perpendicular wall, and it opened graciously. In lower tones to Rose, who had begun following him as he passed through the doorway, he said, “Very high security at this place. Eighty-five percent of the population has contracted this ailment. An estimated Ninety percent of those remaining will have gotten it by the end of the week. This is the special treatment center, the first few victims and the ‘celebrities’ if you will.”
“So…eventually the whole planet then?”
“Veritably, yes.” The Doctor sounded very grim, as he looked through a glass window into a treatment center.
“Has anyone died yet?”
“Five percent of those who’ve had it so far. That’s just recorded of course. They seldom even go back to check on the poorer families who’ve been hit by it.”
“Hell.” Whispered Rose, her face pressed against the cool glass of the window.
The doctor suddenly stood up straight behind her, “Hello Dr. Smither! You’re looking very healthy today.”
“Funny you should say that…” he answered.
“What’s the problem?” Asked the Doctor.
“I’m not very well in fact.”
“Are you being serious?” Rose asked.
The Doctor turned to her only too late, shaking his head warningly. Dr. Smither sat down breathing heavily. “It seems like the last few days it’s been a struggle just to move. I fear that I too have the sickness.”
“Is there anything at all we can do for you doctor?” asked the Doctor, “I am so sorry.”
“Nothing can be done now.” He answered, “My time has come, and I haven’t managed to help anyone. I have failed.”
“That’s not your fault!” said the Doctor, “This substance by all laws of the universe we know and love shouldn’t exist. How do you expect you are to deal with something that no one from this whole bloody dimension knows how to deal with?!!”
At that moment, Rose forgot that this wasn’t ‘her’ Doctor, and that they’d barely known each other for two days, she was completely amazed. Almost…
No. She refused to admit that she was succumbing to that feeling.
“Yeah!” said Rose, “You’re doing the best you can. Could.”
“Listen-“, said Dr. Smither in a rasping voice, “take that folder over there Doctor, there’s…take it.” He began coughing violently.
A nurse entered and began to pat his back “What are you doin’ here?” she asked. The Doctor opened his mouth a few times trying to say something, and when he didn’t she yelled, “get out! Both of yeh, this is a hospital!”
“But we were just-!”
“You ‘eard me, get out!”
“Alright, we’re leaving!” Said the doctor. In undertones to Rose, he asked, “Did you get his papers?”
“Of course I did.” Said Rose, briefly opening her waist-length coat to reveal a grey folder.
“Good.” The Doctor replied. “Follow me.”