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locker_monsterTitle: The Other Side of the World (2/31)
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.
Chapter One.
Rose awoke with a sharp jolt of pain. Her whole body went tense and she smacked the back of her head against the metal grating. An unfamiliar voice told her to take deep breaths and Rose eagerly obeyed. Slowly, she rode out the pain until it was a manageable throb and the room stopped spinning.
“Try to lie still,” said the voice. “You’re still bleeding heavily.”
Rose lifted her head anyway, just enough to see her situation. She lay on the ramp and the doctor from Royal Hope was treating her wound. From what Rose could tell, the young doctor had torn up her white coat and was using the strips as dressing. A few were already completely red with blood. The doctor worked slowly, taking her time as not to cause Rose any further discomfort.
“Thank you,” muttered Rose, lowering her head.
“Don’t thank me yet. You need more than a good bandage. Do you have a first aid kit anywhere in this impossible place?” The young woman sounded playful but the stress of the situation put an edge to her words. Concentrating on helping Rose seemed to be the only thing preventing her from having a mad fit.
The TARDIS infirmary came to mind, but it was a handful of corridors away from the console room and Rose wasn’t sure she was up for the normally short trip. “There might be a medical kit underneath the console.” At least she thought it was a medical kit. She had only seen it once and never opened. There could have been a set of spanners inside for all she knew.
The young doctor made her way up the ramp, carefully stepping around Rose to reach the control console. Rose listened to the sound of her footsteps as the young woman searched underneath the console, suppressing a sudden shiver. She had never felt cold inside the TARDIS before. Was it the blood loss?
Rose shivered again, but this time she felt a light caress across the exposed skin of her arms and face. She sat up, slowly so she wouldn’t scream out in pain, and looked to the doors. They were open a slight crack, enough to let in a small breeze and a bit of sunlight. Beyond that, she couldn’t see anything else, no clue as to where they were. If the TARDIS had moved on its own accord, they could have been anywhere.
Using the railing of the ramp as leverage, Rose pulled herself up onto her feet. Her vision swam and if she hadn’t been holding the railing she probably would have fallen down.
“You should lie down,” the young doctor advised. She abandoned her search for the medical kit and started for the ramp, but Rose had already taken the few steps to the doors. They opened with their usual creak. Harsh sunlight spilled in, forcing Rose to squint her eyes against the glare, but it couldn’t mask the landscape before her.
Gone was the open courtyard in front of the Powell Estate. A barren wasteland of empty desert dominated the scenery for as far as the eye could see. When Rose looked up, she was greeted by the sight of a pale yellow sky. It painted everything with a sickly shade; nothing looked alive. Just a few inches away from the TARDIS the edge of a deep cliff threatened to swallow the time machine.
The young doctor placed a gentle hand on Rose’s arm, pulling her away from the doors. “This isn’t Earth, is it?”
“No.” Cringing at the effort it took to simply close the doors and turn around, Rose started a slow hobble up the ramp. The young doctor kept her hold on Rose’s arm and helped her along. “I think the TARDIS materialized on another planet so we wouldn’t become a pile of ashes.”
“The what?”
The second the console was within reach, Rose grabbed onto the edge and rested her weight against it. She took a couple of breaths before making her way over to the one control she knew how to use. “TARDIS. This is a space ship. And a time machine.”
The young doctor shook her head in disbelief. “It’s bigger on the inside.”
“It’s not mine; I just look after it.” The Fast Return Switch beckoned. Rose reached out with an unsteady hand and flicked the control.
The time rotor remained motionless.
She looked up sharply, trying the switch again. The mechanism inside the time rotor didn’t move. She flicked the switch a few more times, up and down in quick succession, but there was still no response from the ship. Heedless of the shards of glass that dotted the surface of the console, Rose tried every switch, dial, lever, and button she could reach. She would have madly run around the console trying everything but after a few steps her knees buckled and the young doctor had to catch her. They sat down on the jump seat, the young woman quietly observing her.
Rose pushed the hair out of her eyes. She could hear the background noise of the TARDIS but not the whine of the engines.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered finally.
“You’re tired and the blood loss is making you woozy. Just give yourself a few hours and–”
Rose looked up and stared right in the young doctor’s eyes. She dreaded saying her next words. “We can’t get home.”
The young doctor stared back. She blinked a few times, letting the words sink in. Rose had to give her credit. The young woman had taken in the impossibility of the TARDIS interior on her own and wasn’t a blubbering fool in the corner. And now, after Rose had delivered such discouraging news, she wasn’t raving mad. Maybe a little scared, but who wouldn’t be?
“Are we lost?” she asked after a moment or two.
“I wish I knew.” Rose groaned as she slid off the jump seat and onto her feet. “Something could have been damaged from the laser hit. That one switch there should have taken us back to Earth in an instant.” As much as she missed travelling the stars, wandering them without a clue held no such appeal.
Or maybe the TARDIS wasn’t simply broken. The ship hadn’t felt the same ever since the Battle of Canary Wharf. She couldn’t quite explain it in words; the TARDIS felt sluggish, like it was running at only half capacity. The glows of its walls didn’t seem as bright and corridors suddenly twisted into dead ends. Rose patted the console, wondering if the ship could hear her thoughts.
Behind her, the young doctor let out a long breath. Her gaze appeared unsteady and her hands were twisted tightly in her lap. Rose felt a stab of pain but it wasn’t from the wound on her side.
“You chased after us, all the way from the hospital.” The young doctor looked up as Rose spoke. “If I hadn’t been there…”
The young doctor smiled sadly. “No one told me to follow you. I saw you being dragged out of the hospital but no one else seemed to care.”
As reassuring as the statement was, Rose knew the young woman was there because of her. The young doctor had only been trying to help and this was how she repaid the kindness, by stranding them who knows where.
“I don’t even know your name,” Rose realized.
“Martha Jones.” She held out her hand.
“Rose Tyler.” They exchanged a firm handshake. “I’ll figure this out. I promise. You’ll see Earth again, Martha Jones.”
Martha just began to reply when a massive shudder shook the metal grating floor of the TARDIS. Rose held onto the console and noticed the bits of glass were dancing along the surface of the controls. She glanced at Martha then ran as fast as she was able to the doors and flung them open.
The desert was breaking apart. The cliff the TARDIS stood on cracked and rolled. A giant fissure suddenly snaked along the ground and disappeared under the base of the time machine.
The TARDIS slowly pitched forward.
Rose slammed the door and locked the latch. She started for the console but the whole room pitched backwards and she was thrown against the doors. Martha tumbled off the jump seat and banged into the console. Rose felt like she was on a roller coaster; her stomach felt heavy but she felt weightless at the same time. They were falling.
The lifeless time rotor wheezed to life as the ship engines powered up. The geography of the room suddenly righted itself and Rose was thrown to the floor, her wounded side the first part of her to hit the ground. The familiar whooshing sound of flight through the Time Vortex joined the sound of Rose’s pounding heart. She rolled onto her back and took deep breaths as Martha had advised earlier.
In a matter of seconds, the TARDIS came to a stop again. The time rotor slid to an awkward halt and the lights in the room dimmed slightly. Rose was reminded of all the times she had run for her life. The time machine had just made a dash for its life and was trying to catch its breath, so to speak.
“Rose!” Martha ran over and helped her to her feet. She put a hand to Rose’s side and looked dismayed at the amount of blood covering her hand. “You need a hospital.”
Rose saw no reason to disagree. She was feeling cold again, though that seemed impossible inside of a sealed room that technically existed outside of time and space. “Doors,” she said softly.
It was hardly a surprise to either of them when they opened the doors and saw a vast ocean.
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.Chapter One.
Rose awoke with a sharp jolt of pain. Her whole body went tense and she smacked the back of her head against the metal grating. An unfamiliar voice told her to take deep breaths and Rose eagerly obeyed. Slowly, she rode out the pain until it was a manageable throb and the room stopped spinning.
“Try to lie still,” said the voice. “You’re still bleeding heavily.”
Rose lifted her head anyway, just enough to see her situation. She lay on the ramp and the doctor from Royal Hope was treating her wound. From what Rose could tell, the young doctor had torn up her white coat and was using the strips as dressing. A few were already completely red with blood. The doctor worked slowly, taking her time as not to cause Rose any further discomfort.
“Thank you,” muttered Rose, lowering her head.
“Don’t thank me yet. You need more than a good bandage. Do you have a first aid kit anywhere in this impossible place?” The young woman sounded playful but the stress of the situation put an edge to her words. Concentrating on helping Rose seemed to be the only thing preventing her from having a mad fit.
The TARDIS infirmary came to mind, but it was a handful of corridors away from the console room and Rose wasn’t sure she was up for the normally short trip. “There might be a medical kit underneath the console.” At least she thought it was a medical kit. She had only seen it once and never opened. There could have been a set of spanners inside for all she knew.
The young doctor made her way up the ramp, carefully stepping around Rose to reach the control console. Rose listened to the sound of her footsteps as the young woman searched underneath the console, suppressing a sudden shiver. She had never felt cold inside the TARDIS before. Was it the blood loss?
Rose shivered again, but this time she felt a light caress across the exposed skin of her arms and face. She sat up, slowly so she wouldn’t scream out in pain, and looked to the doors. They were open a slight crack, enough to let in a small breeze and a bit of sunlight. Beyond that, she couldn’t see anything else, no clue as to where they were. If the TARDIS had moved on its own accord, they could have been anywhere.
Using the railing of the ramp as leverage, Rose pulled herself up onto her feet. Her vision swam and if she hadn’t been holding the railing she probably would have fallen down.
“You should lie down,” the young doctor advised. She abandoned her search for the medical kit and started for the ramp, but Rose had already taken the few steps to the doors. They opened with their usual creak. Harsh sunlight spilled in, forcing Rose to squint her eyes against the glare, but it couldn’t mask the landscape before her.
Gone was the open courtyard in front of the Powell Estate. A barren wasteland of empty desert dominated the scenery for as far as the eye could see. When Rose looked up, she was greeted by the sight of a pale yellow sky. It painted everything with a sickly shade; nothing looked alive. Just a few inches away from the TARDIS the edge of a deep cliff threatened to swallow the time machine.
The young doctor placed a gentle hand on Rose’s arm, pulling her away from the doors. “This isn’t Earth, is it?”
“No.” Cringing at the effort it took to simply close the doors and turn around, Rose started a slow hobble up the ramp. The young doctor kept her hold on Rose’s arm and helped her along. “I think the TARDIS materialized on another planet so we wouldn’t become a pile of ashes.”
“The what?”
The second the console was within reach, Rose grabbed onto the edge and rested her weight against it. She took a couple of breaths before making her way over to the one control she knew how to use. “TARDIS. This is a space ship. And a time machine.”
The young doctor shook her head in disbelief. “It’s bigger on the inside.”
“It’s not mine; I just look after it.” The Fast Return Switch beckoned. Rose reached out with an unsteady hand and flicked the control.
The time rotor remained motionless.
She looked up sharply, trying the switch again. The mechanism inside the time rotor didn’t move. She flicked the switch a few more times, up and down in quick succession, but there was still no response from the ship. Heedless of the shards of glass that dotted the surface of the console, Rose tried every switch, dial, lever, and button she could reach. She would have madly run around the console trying everything but after a few steps her knees buckled and the young doctor had to catch her. They sat down on the jump seat, the young woman quietly observing her.
Rose pushed the hair out of her eyes. She could hear the background noise of the TARDIS but not the whine of the engines.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered finally.
“You’re tired and the blood loss is making you woozy. Just give yourself a few hours and–”
Rose looked up and stared right in the young doctor’s eyes. She dreaded saying her next words. “We can’t get home.”
The young doctor stared back. She blinked a few times, letting the words sink in. Rose had to give her credit. The young woman had taken in the impossibility of the TARDIS interior on her own and wasn’t a blubbering fool in the corner. And now, after Rose had delivered such discouraging news, she wasn’t raving mad. Maybe a little scared, but who wouldn’t be?
“Are we lost?” she asked after a moment or two.
“I wish I knew.” Rose groaned as she slid off the jump seat and onto her feet. “Something could have been damaged from the laser hit. That one switch there should have taken us back to Earth in an instant.” As much as she missed travelling the stars, wandering them without a clue held no such appeal.
Or maybe the TARDIS wasn’t simply broken. The ship hadn’t felt the same ever since the Battle of Canary Wharf. She couldn’t quite explain it in words; the TARDIS felt sluggish, like it was running at only half capacity. The glows of its walls didn’t seem as bright and corridors suddenly twisted into dead ends. Rose patted the console, wondering if the ship could hear her thoughts.
Behind her, the young doctor let out a long breath. Her gaze appeared unsteady and her hands were twisted tightly in her lap. Rose felt a stab of pain but it wasn’t from the wound on her side.
“You chased after us, all the way from the hospital.” The young doctor looked up as Rose spoke. “If I hadn’t been there…”
The young doctor smiled sadly. “No one told me to follow you. I saw you being dragged out of the hospital but no one else seemed to care.”
As reassuring as the statement was, Rose knew the young woman was there because of her. The young doctor had only been trying to help and this was how she repaid the kindness, by stranding them who knows where.
“I don’t even know your name,” Rose realized.
“Martha Jones.” She held out her hand.
“Rose Tyler.” They exchanged a firm handshake. “I’ll figure this out. I promise. You’ll see Earth again, Martha Jones.”
Martha just began to reply when a massive shudder shook the metal grating floor of the TARDIS. Rose held onto the console and noticed the bits of glass were dancing along the surface of the controls. She glanced at Martha then ran as fast as she was able to the doors and flung them open.
The desert was breaking apart. The cliff the TARDIS stood on cracked and rolled. A giant fissure suddenly snaked along the ground and disappeared under the base of the time machine.
The TARDIS slowly pitched forward.
Rose slammed the door and locked the latch. She started for the console but the whole room pitched backwards and she was thrown against the doors. Martha tumbled off the jump seat and banged into the console. Rose felt like she was on a roller coaster; her stomach felt heavy but she felt weightless at the same time. They were falling.
The lifeless time rotor wheezed to life as the ship engines powered up. The geography of the room suddenly righted itself and Rose was thrown to the floor, her wounded side the first part of her to hit the ground. The familiar whooshing sound of flight through the Time Vortex joined the sound of Rose’s pounding heart. She rolled onto her back and took deep breaths as Martha had advised earlier.
In a matter of seconds, the TARDIS came to a stop again. The time rotor slid to an awkward halt and the lights in the room dimmed slightly. Rose was reminded of all the times she had run for her life. The time machine had just made a dash for its life and was trying to catch its breath, so to speak.
“Rose!” Martha ran over and helped her to her feet. She put a hand to Rose’s side and looked dismayed at the amount of blood covering her hand. “You need a hospital.”
Rose saw no reason to disagree. She was feeling cold again, though that seemed impossible inside of a sealed room that technically existed outside of time and space. “Doors,” she said softly.
It was hardly a surprise to either of them when they opened the doors and saw a vast ocean.
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Date: 2010-10-22 09:10 pm (UTC)