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locker_monsterTitle: The Other Side of the World (1/31)
Rating: PG
Characters: Rose, Martha
Timeline: Season three
Summary: Season three AU; After a fateful visit to Royal Hope Hospital, Rose finds herself lost in time and space with medical student Martha Jones. As they struggle to find a way home, they meet old friends, and old enemies, along the way...
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. Any borrowed dialogue belongs to Russell T Davies and the BBC.
A/N: A sequel to "The Other Side". It's not necessary reading; it just sets up the premise that it was the Doctor who was trapped in Pete's World, not Rose. And a shout-out to my awesome betas:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
joking and quean_of_swords. This story wouldn't have been posted without you guys.
Rose Tyler needed a Doctor. And not just one with two hearts.
Her right side was tacky with partially dried blood. The wound wasn’t deep as far as she could tell, but every time she moved a sharp stab of pain rushed through her body and she felt an overwhelming need to let out a cry. So far she had contained herself, though only because she needed her voice for more important things.
“You won’t be able to fly my ship even if you get inside,” she told Florence Finnegan for the third time.
The old woman tightened her grip around Rose’s arm, her strength betraying her frail exterior appearance. Underneath it all, Rose knew the old woman was a blood sucking alien on the run from the intergalactic police.
“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to suck out all the blood from that pretty little face of yours.”
“Do you really think I’m going to open the door either?” It was the only reason Finnegan was bothering to keep her around. Why else would she drag Rose from the hospital to the Powell Estate with space rhinos in hot pursuit?
“I could just take the key from you and drain you dry, girl. That’s not why you’re here.”
With her assumption suddenly proved wrong, Rose didn’t know what else to say. Finnegan tugged on her arm again, nearly pulling her shoulder from her socket. They were already on the edge of the Estate’s property. The TARDIS wouldn’t be far now.
This all seemed so ridiculous. A blood drinking alien and outer space rhinoceroses. Before stepping into the hospital, all Rose had been expecting was some odd electrostatic patterns. The TARDIS really needed to be more specific if it was going to be sending her off on random missions.
The Estate towers cast long shadows over them. It was the middle of the afternoon; none of her neighbours would be home. No one would be around to notice her with half of her shirt covered in blood while an old lady in her dressing gown forcibly hauled her across the lawn. Though, if someone did see her, what good was it? The police would be no match against the laser pistols the rhinos carried and Finnegan would pounce on the first person who approached them and suck all the blood from their body.
As they neared the TARDIS, Rose attempted to dig her trainers into the ground to slow their progress, but Finnegan simply lifted her up with one hand, letting the toes of Rose’s trainers scrap across the pavement. The muscles on her right side flared under the strain and she thought she felt fresh blood trickle down her side.
“Open it!” Finnegan threw her against the TARDIS doors with such force the air in Rose’s lungs left in a big whoosh. She struggled to remain standing, using the TARDIS as support as she tried to catch her breath.
Finnegan didn’t seem to appreciate Rose’s need to breathe. She slammed her fist into Rose’s right side.
Rose cried out in pain, finally allowing herself that indulgence. Her fingers tightened around the sides of the time machine and her vision swam with black dots. She felt the wood grain of the TARDIS doors underneath her cheek, but that was all she could feel. The rest of her body was numb.
“You have a connection with this ship,” said Finnegan. “I can smell it on your blood. How would a feeble human like you end up with such a powerful machine?”
“I won’t let you escape,” muttered Rose.
The alien punched Rose again. “Open the door!”
Rose’s hold on the world, and on the TARDIS, slipped from her fingers. She slumped to her knees, lost under the fire that engulfed her side. It was so impossible to believe that she was in so much trouble so close to the one place where she felt the safest. It seemed like ages since she had brought back trouble to the Powell Estate.
Finnegan towered over her, ready to deliver another blow. Rose tensed in expectation, dimly hoping the next hit would pull her down into blissful unconsciousness.
The clomping of organized footsteps put a pause on the situation.
“Get up,” ordered Finnegan. “Get up!” Though she spoke with a commanding tone, Rose could hear a slight panic creeping into the alien’s voice. She attempted to rise but her legs gave out on her. The last of Finnegan’s patience, minimal to start with, seemed to disappear in that moment. The alien grabbed Rose by her hair and yanked her up onto her feet. More than a few strands of Rose’s hair were ripped from their roots.
With her other free hand, Finnegan grabbed Rose around the throat, her grip constricting like a snake. Rose could barely swallow as she gulped at the scene before them. Eight of the outer space rhinos were grouped in a semi circle, their weapons pointed at them. The leader had its helmet off and its ears twitched in anticipation. If Rose hadn’t been standing between the rhinos and Finnegan she might have laughed at how funny it was the intergalactic police were upright animals in body armour.
“I wouldn’t shoot if I were you,” said Finnegan. The alien was in no position to be giving commands, but she spoke with confidence. “Even you simple-minded Judoon must sense it. This ship, its power… It makes the Shadow Proclamation look like venom grubs. Just think of it. You could be free from the Proclamation’s hold. No more menial missions, no more rules to play by. Justice, but on your terms.”
The Judoon made no move. The leader looked between Rose, Finnegan, and the TARDIS, weighing the possibilities.
“Let me go, unharmed,” Finnegan placed extra emphasis on the word, “and I’ll give you the girl. She’s the key.”
The leader shouted something nonsensical to the other Judoon and they lowered their guns. Rose had heard of the Shadow Proclamation before but knowing they employed thugs like the Judoon didn’t fit the picture she had of them in her mind. Finnegan pulled Rose closer, the stink of blood on her breath. “I had hoped to escape this backward slum,” she whispered into Rose’s ear, “but this will do, too.”
Rose had ready a few choice words when the lead Judoon pulled out his pistol. “We do not negotiate with criminals.”
“Wait!” A figure, tiny compared to the Judoon, broke through the line of rhinos and shoved the leader. The leader got off a shot, but the laser went wide, striking the brick wall behind the TARDIS. In the confusion, the other Judoon raised their weapons but they seemed unsure of who to aim at.
Finnegan hissed and threw Rose forward onto the ground, choosing to make a break for it rather than stay around. The Judoon immediately targeted the fleeing alien and laser fire quickly lit up the courtyard in front of the Powell Estate. Rose was suddenly very thankful none of her neighbours were around.
Her saviour rushed over to her side and tried to help her to her feet. Rose recognized her as one of the young doctors from the hospital, her dark skin and welcoming smile unmistakable. It dawned on her the young woman had chased after her, Finnegan, and the Judoon all the way from Royal Hope, which was quite amazing considering everyone else at the hospital had entered into a panicked frenzy after seeing the armoured rhinos for the first time.
The young doctor shouldered most of Rose’s weight despite being the same size as her. “We should head inside,” she said hurriedly.
“Here.” Rose started for the TARDIS and the young doctor had no choice but to follow. She fished her key out from her pocket and unlocked the doors, all but falling onto them to open them. She managed to get a few steps inside before she realized the young woman had come to a dead stop.
The young doctor stared at the interior of the time machine, her eyes wide with disbelief. Rose reached for her arm. “I can–” She glanced over the doctor’s shoulder and the rest of her sentence faltered.
The lead Judoon raised his gun, his sight aimed on them. “Charge: interference of justice. Plea: guilty. Sentence: execution.”
Mustering a burst of speed, Rose grabbed the young doctor and pulled her inside of the TARDIS. A second later, Rose’s legs gave out and they both plummeted to the metal grating of the ramp, but it couldn’t have happened at a better time. The laser shot straight over their heads and shattered the glass of the time rotor. Rose gritted her teeth as the pieces of glass rained down on the console, like the shot had pained her as well as the time machine, but it was her side that was giving her grief. She put her hand to her side and it came back slick with blood. By now her shirt had stopped absorbing any of it.
The Judoon shouted something in its language and moved to fired again. The young doctor stifled a yelp as they stared down the barrel of the pistol.
Before Rose could blink, the doors to the TARDIS slammed shut on their own, closing them off from the outside world. If the laser hit the doors, Rose didn’t know. The ship’s engines powered up and the time rotor sprang to life even though its movement wasn’t as smooth as before. The console room rumbled as the TARDIS took off for a destination unknown.
That blissful state of unconsciousness caught up with Rose even before she could wonder where they were headed. She tried to smile reassuringly at the young doctor but then everything faded away.
Rating: PG
Characters: Rose, Martha
Timeline: Season three
Summary: Season three AU; After a fateful visit to Royal Hope Hospital, Rose finds herself lost in time and space with medical student Martha Jones. As they struggle to find a way home, they meet old friends, and old enemies, along the way...
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. Any borrowed dialogue belongs to Russell T Davies and the BBC.
A/N: A sequel to "The Other Side". It's not necessary reading; it just sets up the premise that it was the Doctor who was trapped in Pete's World, not Rose. And a shout-out to my awesome betas:
joking and quean_of_swords. This story wouldn't have been posted without you guys.Rose Tyler needed a Doctor. And not just one with two hearts.
Her right side was tacky with partially dried blood. The wound wasn’t deep as far as she could tell, but every time she moved a sharp stab of pain rushed through her body and she felt an overwhelming need to let out a cry. So far she had contained herself, though only because she needed her voice for more important things.
“You won’t be able to fly my ship even if you get inside,” she told Florence Finnegan for the third time.
The old woman tightened her grip around Rose’s arm, her strength betraying her frail exterior appearance. Underneath it all, Rose knew the old woman was a blood sucking alien on the run from the intergalactic police.
“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to suck out all the blood from that pretty little face of yours.”
“Do you really think I’m going to open the door either?” It was the only reason Finnegan was bothering to keep her around. Why else would she drag Rose from the hospital to the Powell Estate with space rhinos in hot pursuit?
“I could just take the key from you and drain you dry, girl. That’s not why you’re here.”
With her assumption suddenly proved wrong, Rose didn’t know what else to say. Finnegan tugged on her arm again, nearly pulling her shoulder from her socket. They were already on the edge of the Estate’s property. The TARDIS wouldn’t be far now.
This all seemed so ridiculous. A blood drinking alien and outer space rhinoceroses. Before stepping into the hospital, all Rose had been expecting was some odd electrostatic patterns. The TARDIS really needed to be more specific if it was going to be sending her off on random missions.
The Estate towers cast long shadows over them. It was the middle of the afternoon; none of her neighbours would be home. No one would be around to notice her with half of her shirt covered in blood while an old lady in her dressing gown forcibly hauled her across the lawn. Though, if someone did see her, what good was it? The police would be no match against the laser pistols the rhinos carried and Finnegan would pounce on the first person who approached them and suck all the blood from their body.
As they neared the TARDIS, Rose attempted to dig her trainers into the ground to slow their progress, but Finnegan simply lifted her up with one hand, letting the toes of Rose’s trainers scrap across the pavement. The muscles on her right side flared under the strain and she thought she felt fresh blood trickle down her side.
“Open it!” Finnegan threw her against the TARDIS doors with such force the air in Rose’s lungs left in a big whoosh. She struggled to remain standing, using the TARDIS as support as she tried to catch her breath.
Finnegan didn’t seem to appreciate Rose’s need to breathe. She slammed her fist into Rose’s right side.
Rose cried out in pain, finally allowing herself that indulgence. Her fingers tightened around the sides of the time machine and her vision swam with black dots. She felt the wood grain of the TARDIS doors underneath her cheek, but that was all she could feel. The rest of her body was numb.
“You have a connection with this ship,” said Finnegan. “I can smell it on your blood. How would a feeble human like you end up with such a powerful machine?”
“I won’t let you escape,” muttered Rose.
The alien punched Rose again. “Open the door!”
Rose’s hold on the world, and on the TARDIS, slipped from her fingers. She slumped to her knees, lost under the fire that engulfed her side. It was so impossible to believe that she was in so much trouble so close to the one place where she felt the safest. It seemed like ages since she had brought back trouble to the Powell Estate.
Finnegan towered over her, ready to deliver another blow. Rose tensed in expectation, dimly hoping the next hit would pull her down into blissful unconsciousness.
The clomping of organized footsteps put a pause on the situation.
“Get up,” ordered Finnegan. “Get up!” Though she spoke with a commanding tone, Rose could hear a slight panic creeping into the alien’s voice. She attempted to rise but her legs gave out on her. The last of Finnegan’s patience, minimal to start with, seemed to disappear in that moment. The alien grabbed Rose by her hair and yanked her up onto her feet. More than a few strands of Rose’s hair were ripped from their roots.
With her other free hand, Finnegan grabbed Rose around the throat, her grip constricting like a snake. Rose could barely swallow as she gulped at the scene before them. Eight of the outer space rhinos were grouped in a semi circle, their weapons pointed at them. The leader had its helmet off and its ears twitched in anticipation. If Rose hadn’t been standing between the rhinos and Finnegan she might have laughed at how funny it was the intergalactic police were upright animals in body armour.
“I wouldn’t shoot if I were you,” said Finnegan. The alien was in no position to be giving commands, but she spoke with confidence. “Even you simple-minded Judoon must sense it. This ship, its power… It makes the Shadow Proclamation look like venom grubs. Just think of it. You could be free from the Proclamation’s hold. No more menial missions, no more rules to play by. Justice, but on your terms.”
The Judoon made no move. The leader looked between Rose, Finnegan, and the TARDIS, weighing the possibilities.
“Let me go, unharmed,” Finnegan placed extra emphasis on the word, “and I’ll give you the girl. She’s the key.”
The leader shouted something nonsensical to the other Judoon and they lowered their guns. Rose had heard of the Shadow Proclamation before but knowing they employed thugs like the Judoon didn’t fit the picture she had of them in her mind. Finnegan pulled Rose closer, the stink of blood on her breath. “I had hoped to escape this backward slum,” she whispered into Rose’s ear, “but this will do, too.”
Rose had ready a few choice words when the lead Judoon pulled out his pistol. “We do not negotiate with criminals.”
“Wait!” A figure, tiny compared to the Judoon, broke through the line of rhinos and shoved the leader. The leader got off a shot, but the laser went wide, striking the brick wall behind the TARDIS. In the confusion, the other Judoon raised their weapons but they seemed unsure of who to aim at.
Finnegan hissed and threw Rose forward onto the ground, choosing to make a break for it rather than stay around. The Judoon immediately targeted the fleeing alien and laser fire quickly lit up the courtyard in front of the Powell Estate. Rose was suddenly very thankful none of her neighbours were around.
Her saviour rushed over to her side and tried to help her to her feet. Rose recognized her as one of the young doctors from the hospital, her dark skin and welcoming smile unmistakable. It dawned on her the young woman had chased after her, Finnegan, and the Judoon all the way from Royal Hope, which was quite amazing considering everyone else at the hospital had entered into a panicked frenzy after seeing the armoured rhinos for the first time.
The young doctor shouldered most of Rose’s weight despite being the same size as her. “We should head inside,” she said hurriedly.
“Here.” Rose started for the TARDIS and the young doctor had no choice but to follow. She fished her key out from her pocket and unlocked the doors, all but falling onto them to open them. She managed to get a few steps inside before she realized the young woman had come to a dead stop.
The young doctor stared at the interior of the time machine, her eyes wide with disbelief. Rose reached for her arm. “I can–” She glanced over the doctor’s shoulder and the rest of her sentence faltered.
The lead Judoon raised his gun, his sight aimed on them. “Charge: interference of justice. Plea: guilty. Sentence: execution.”
Mustering a burst of speed, Rose grabbed the young doctor and pulled her inside of the TARDIS. A second later, Rose’s legs gave out and they both plummeted to the metal grating of the ramp, but it couldn’t have happened at a better time. The laser shot straight over their heads and shattered the glass of the time rotor. Rose gritted her teeth as the pieces of glass rained down on the console, like the shot had pained her as well as the time machine, but it was her side that was giving her grief. She put her hand to her side and it came back slick with blood. By now her shirt had stopped absorbing any of it.
The Judoon shouted something in its language and moved to fired again. The young doctor stifled a yelp as they stared down the barrel of the pistol.
Before Rose could blink, the doors to the TARDIS slammed shut on their own, closing them off from the outside world. If the laser hit the doors, Rose didn’t know. The ship’s engines powered up and the time rotor sprang to life even though its movement wasn’t as smooth as before. The console room rumbled as the TARDIS took off for a destination unknown.
That blissful state of unconsciousness caught up with Rose even before she could wonder where they were headed. She tried to smile reassuringly at the young doctor but then everything faded away.
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