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locker_monsterTitle: The Other Side of the World (31/31)
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. Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four. Chapter Five. Chapter Six. Chapter Seven. Chapter Eight. Chapter Nine. Chapter Ten. Chapter Eleven. Chapter Twelve. Chapter Thirteen. Chapter Fourteen. Chapter Fifteen. Chapter Sixteen. Chapter Seventeen. Chapter Eighteen. Chapter Nineteen. Chapter Twenty. Chapter Twenty-One. Chapter Twenty-Two. Chapter Twenty-Three. Chapter Twenty-Four. Chapter Twenty-Five. Chapter Twenty-Six. Chapter Twenty-Seven. Chapter Twenty-Eight. Chapter Twenty-Nine. Chapter Thirty.
Sighing softly, Rose turned away from the doors and started up the ramp to the console. The glass of the time rotor was whole again and the console was free from its cage, any damage to the controls mended. Jack, with some help from the Master, had done amazing work in just under a week. The only new addition was of the Doctor’s severed hand, rescued from the Master’s possession. The tank it rested in sat underneath the console, the liquid inside bubbling softly. Rose could almost believe she were back in time, travelling with the Doctor again.
But the Master was a poor substitute. He moved around the console with none of the Doctor’s vigour. His movements were precise and he displayed none of the maniac energy Rose associated with flying the ship.
She walked up to the console, exchanging a glance with Donna. The woman had settled in the jump seat, her large suitcase sitting on the floor next to her. The wonders of the TARDIS were nothing new for her, but Donna still looked around the room like she couldn’t believe she was actually there, travelling through time and space. And Rose needed that; a fresh pair of eyes and another voice amongst the chaos because where the Master was concerned, her judgement was clouded. He wasn’t going to get the better of her, not this time.
“How do you know I won’t pilot the TARDIS into the nearest sun?” The Master looked up from the controls to regard Rose. Looking at him, she couldn’t help but think she had caged herself with a wild animal. It was tame for now, but it could snap at any moment and without warning or reason.
“Because you miss the Doctor as much as I do.” They weren’t seeking him for the same reasons – the Master needed a worthy adversary and Rose needed to see the man she loved – but they both wanted what was just beyond their reach. “And the TARDIS would know better. It likes me more than you.”
“We could be travelling forever.”
If the Master was trying to discourage Rose, it wasn’t working. She had been prepared to travel with the Doctor forever before circumstances ripped them apart. Her family was safe in a parallel world and Earth was defended by her friends. “We better get to work then.”
It would have been a brilliant closing statement had the entire room not suddenly pitched end over end. Rose fell off her feet, her stomach impacting against the edge of the console. She choked on a painful grunt as she tightly gripped the console. Without any seatbelts, Donna flew out of the jump seat and she slammed into the controls with enough force that one of the handles broke off.
Moving as best as he could with the TARDIS yawing like a ship on a violent sea, the Master stabbed at the controls, trying to regain control. He worked with determination, though likely out of preservation for his own life rather than wanting to help the time machine.
Rose’s vision of the console room spun and warped, to the point she saw multiple images of the Master, each afterimage following on the tail of the one before it. The strobe-like effect played with her equilibrium and she felt a strong urge to empty the contents of her stomach all over the floor grating. She nearly did but then the Master found the right controls to settle the TARDIS and everything returned to normal. He let out an annoyed sigh, but Rose barely heard it as she sunk to her knees. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply through her mouth until the urge to throw up passed. Somewhere beside her, Donna took ragged breaths, doing her best to control her own wave of nausea.
When Rose opened her eyes, she was greeted by the familiar sight of a pair of white trainers.
Her comprehension of what she was seeing eluded her for a split second, but in that split second, she thought she was back in time, that the interior of the TARDIS had landed in a different time rather than the outside world. Rose almost believed, in her delirium, it was true, but the rational part of her mind kicked in and she took notice of the other details she had ignored.
The trousers above the trainers were stripped, but were cream with red stripes rather than brown with light blue. Instead of a long brown coat, there was a cream frock coat with red highlights. As her eyes continued to trail upwards, she noted blonde hair and a youthful face. The stranger worked frantically at the TARDIS controls and for the moment seemed unaware of where he was.
He took a step to the right and to avoid being stepped on, Rose stumbled back, falling on her bum. The metal grating rattled upon her landing and the noise was enough to break the stranger’s concentration. He looked up and his whole body visibly stiffened.
“What?” The stranger glanced anxiously around the console room, his gaze eventually falling on Rose. She stared up at him, certainty bearing down on her. His appearance was completely unfamiliar to her but there was no mistaking his presence. He stared back, looking confused but intrigued as well.
“Just what I need.” The Master broke the moment, his displeased tone drawing both her and the stranger’s attention. Rose climbed to her feet and saw he wore a sneer, directed at the stranger.
“Rose.” Donna, completely forgotten in all of the confusion, touched Rose on the arm and she nearly jumped out of her skin as she was suddenly reminded that they had numbered three on board the TARDIS before the stranger appeared. “What’s going on?” Donna asked in a whisper. “Who’s the Ian Botham wannabe?”
The stranger glanced briefly at Donna, noting the presence of another passenger. “How did you get on the TARDIS? All of you?”
“This isn’t your TARDIS,” replied the Master.
“Despite some changes to the interior,” said the stranger, glancing around at the walls with mild disdain, “which is no doubt your doing, this is my ship. Now how did you get on board and where are my friends?”
Rose sat down on the jump seat, in awe. It was confirmed. The man before her was the Doctor.
Not her Doctor of course or even the Doctor before his regeneration, but it was a version of the Doctor nonetheless. A Doctor from the past. A Doctor who shouldn’t have been meeting Rose Tyler at all.
Donna’s question still loomed and as much as Rose wanted to tell her who the Doctor was, she found she couldn’t. It felt wrong to talk about a man who essentially didn’t exist yet.
“It’s your useless ship’s fault. It can’t even fly in a linear timeline.”
“Just who exactly are you?” The Doctor started to move around the console to confront the Master.
“We know you,” blurted Rose. Both Time Lords turned to look at her, halting any further arguments. “You don’t know us.”
Some of the Doctor’s bravado faltered as he paused to think about this. It was a strange contrast to her Doctor, who would have happily rambled his way through the confusing situation. Though, if he had been her Doctor, she wouldn’t have been standing away from him, trying not to reveal too much for the sake of maintaining the timelines.
Her inner turmoil seemed to amuse the Master, a wicked grin appearing on his face. She could just imagine what he was plotting within his mind. With the right words, he could change the Doctor’s future and hers as well. But what could she say that wouldn’t give it all away? She had to say nothing if she didn’t want anything to change.
“Am I the only one wondering how he got on board?” Donna’s question helped to fill the awkward pause that descended upon the console room. She looked between the Master and the Doctor, like a mother trying to figure out which of her children had broken the living room window. “We’re not exactly parked at Heathrow.”
A piercing alarm, one Rose had never heard before, tore through the room before any theories could be offered. The Doctor, energized by the warning, turned back to the controls, dropping any questions that might have been looming.
“That’s an alert.” He punched at a few buttons, and then paused, glancing about like he had lost something.
The Master swung around the console scanner so the Doctor could see the screen. “TARDIS Interlock. We have a Time Ram building up.”
“A what?” asked Donna.
“It happens when two TARDISes occupy the same space.” It was the Doctor who answered. He was working the controls but with none of the maniac energy that Rose was used to seeing. “I’ve only seen it occur with two different TARDISes, not the same TARDIS at two different points in its own timeline.”
It didn’t surprise Rose, the Doctor knowing they were from another point in time. It was the consequences of knowing that worried her.
“You can figure it would later, after we don’t blow up. Reverse the time vector drive.” The Master pointed a finger to a circular dial next to a big metal handle, his survival instinct moving him to take command. He went to attack another set of controls on the opposite side of the console.
“Your timeline must have superseded my own,” mused the Doctor, as he spun the dial and lifted the lever. He glanced at Rose, but she saw no look of recognition there. “Nyssa and Tegan must be back in my TARDIS, in the right era.”
The TARDIS engines whined, sounding in reverse like the ship was backing up. Another alarm sounded, but it seemed to be giving the all clear. The console room began to shake, but it was minor and hardly noticeable. Rose pictured two identical Police Boxes pulling apart from each other.
“That’s better.” The Doctor smiled, casually placing his hands in the trousers of his pockets. “You know your way around a TARDIS,” he said to the Master. He regarded his fellow Time Lord with a slight tilt of his head. Neither of them said anything but the Doctor’s smile lost some of its lustre. “You’re not…”
“He’s not you.” Rose stepped in front of the Doctor before the Master could respond. “He’ll never be you,” she added, briefly throwing a look at the Master.
“He just happens to be another Time Lord, flying my TARDIS.” The words seemed almost for the Doctor himself, like he was trying to convince himself of the truth. While Rose didn’t know the intimate details of this Doctor, she knew the Doctor as a person and he was undoubtedly clamouring for answers, answers that she unfortunately couldn’t provide. It was unfamiliar territory for her. Before this moment, she had had no need to keep secrets from him.
“Nyssa and Tegan.” The Master chuckled, hearing his own private joke. “Where were you headed?”
“1851. The Crystal Palace.” The Doctor paused, appearing hesitant to contribute anymore information.
The Master chuckled again. “Enjoy your flight.” His words sounded ominous and it caused a shiver to run down Rose’s spine.
The console room shuddered and everything was still once more. Briefly, the Doctor faded and Rose could see right through him, echoing a moment she had no desire of reliving. He quickly regained solidity and let out a small breath. “I’m being pulled back. Hyde Park awaits.”
Rose felt a compulsion to say good-bye, but she couldn’t get her mouth to comply. She put on a strained smile for the Doctor’s benefit and bit back the words she had failed to complete the last time they saw each other.
Her performance didn’t go completely amiss. The Doctor frowned, one mystery still lingering. “Who are you?”
The Master leaned forward, as though he were watching two actors performing an engaging play. On the other side of the console Donna was surprisingly silent, her lack of history in these matters placing her firmly outside of the realm of comprehension.
Before the Doctor could fade away back to where he belonged, Rose grabbed the lapel of his coat and pulled herself forward. Putting her mouth right to his ear, her voice tickling his skin, she whispered, “Forget me.”
An expression of loss and understanding was the last thing Rose saw of the Doctor. He slipped through her fingers, like he never existed to begin with.
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. Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four. Chapter Five. Chapter Six. Chapter Seven. Chapter Eight. Chapter Nine. Chapter Ten. Chapter Eleven. Chapter Twelve. Chapter Thirteen. Chapter Fourteen. Chapter Fifteen. Chapter Sixteen. Chapter Seventeen. Chapter Eighteen. Chapter Nineteen. Chapter Twenty. Chapter Twenty-One. Chapter Twenty-Two. Chapter Twenty-Three. Chapter Twenty-Four. Chapter Twenty-Five. Chapter Twenty-Six. Chapter Twenty-Seven. Chapter Twenty-Eight. Chapter Twenty-Nine. Chapter Thirty.
Sighing softly, Rose turned away from the doors and started up the ramp to the console. The glass of the time rotor was whole again and the console was free from its cage, any damage to the controls mended. Jack, with some help from the Master, had done amazing work in just under a week. The only new addition was of the Doctor’s severed hand, rescued from the Master’s possession. The tank it rested in sat underneath the console, the liquid inside bubbling softly. Rose could almost believe she were back in time, travelling with the Doctor again.
But the Master was a poor substitute. He moved around the console with none of the Doctor’s vigour. His movements were precise and he displayed none of the maniac energy Rose associated with flying the ship.
She walked up to the console, exchanging a glance with Donna. The woman had settled in the jump seat, her large suitcase sitting on the floor next to her. The wonders of the TARDIS were nothing new for her, but Donna still looked around the room like she couldn’t believe she was actually there, travelling through time and space. And Rose needed that; a fresh pair of eyes and another voice amongst the chaos because where the Master was concerned, her judgement was clouded. He wasn’t going to get the better of her, not this time.
“How do you know I won’t pilot the TARDIS into the nearest sun?” The Master looked up from the controls to regard Rose. Looking at him, she couldn’t help but think she had caged herself with a wild animal. It was tame for now, but it could snap at any moment and without warning or reason.
“Because you miss the Doctor as much as I do.” They weren’t seeking him for the same reasons – the Master needed a worthy adversary and Rose needed to see the man she loved – but they both wanted what was just beyond their reach. “And the TARDIS would know better. It likes me more than you.”
“We could be travelling forever.”
If the Master was trying to discourage Rose, it wasn’t working. She had been prepared to travel with the Doctor forever before circumstances ripped them apart. Her family was safe in a parallel world and Earth was defended by her friends. “We better get to work then.”
It would have been a brilliant closing statement had the entire room not suddenly pitched end over end. Rose fell off her feet, her stomach impacting against the edge of the console. She choked on a painful grunt as she tightly gripped the console. Without any seatbelts, Donna flew out of the jump seat and she slammed into the controls with enough force that one of the handles broke off.
Moving as best as he could with the TARDIS yawing like a ship on a violent sea, the Master stabbed at the controls, trying to regain control. He worked with determination, though likely out of preservation for his own life rather than wanting to help the time machine.
Rose’s vision of the console room spun and warped, to the point she saw multiple images of the Master, each afterimage following on the tail of the one before it. The strobe-like effect played with her equilibrium and she felt a strong urge to empty the contents of her stomach all over the floor grating. She nearly did but then the Master found the right controls to settle the TARDIS and everything returned to normal. He let out an annoyed sigh, but Rose barely heard it as she sunk to her knees. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply through her mouth until the urge to throw up passed. Somewhere beside her, Donna took ragged breaths, doing her best to control her own wave of nausea.
When Rose opened her eyes, she was greeted by the familiar sight of a pair of white trainers.
Her comprehension of what she was seeing eluded her for a split second, but in that split second, she thought she was back in time, that the interior of the TARDIS had landed in a different time rather than the outside world. Rose almost believed, in her delirium, it was true, but the rational part of her mind kicked in and she took notice of the other details she had ignored.
The trousers above the trainers were stripped, but were cream with red stripes rather than brown with light blue. Instead of a long brown coat, there was a cream frock coat with red highlights. As her eyes continued to trail upwards, she noted blonde hair and a youthful face. The stranger worked frantically at the TARDIS controls and for the moment seemed unaware of where he was.
He took a step to the right and to avoid being stepped on, Rose stumbled back, falling on her bum. The metal grating rattled upon her landing and the noise was enough to break the stranger’s concentration. He looked up and his whole body visibly stiffened.
“What?” The stranger glanced anxiously around the console room, his gaze eventually falling on Rose. She stared up at him, certainty bearing down on her. His appearance was completely unfamiliar to her but there was no mistaking his presence. He stared back, looking confused but intrigued as well.
“Just what I need.” The Master broke the moment, his displeased tone drawing both her and the stranger’s attention. Rose climbed to her feet and saw he wore a sneer, directed at the stranger.
“Rose.” Donna, completely forgotten in all of the confusion, touched Rose on the arm and she nearly jumped out of her skin as she was suddenly reminded that they had numbered three on board the TARDIS before the stranger appeared. “What’s going on?” Donna asked in a whisper. “Who’s the Ian Botham wannabe?”
The stranger glanced briefly at Donna, noting the presence of another passenger. “How did you get on the TARDIS? All of you?”
“This isn’t your TARDIS,” replied the Master.
“Despite some changes to the interior,” said the stranger, glancing around at the walls with mild disdain, “which is no doubt your doing, this is my ship. Now how did you get on board and where are my friends?”
Rose sat down on the jump seat, in awe. It was confirmed. The man before her was the Doctor.
Not her Doctor of course or even the Doctor before his regeneration, but it was a version of the Doctor nonetheless. A Doctor from the past. A Doctor who shouldn’t have been meeting Rose Tyler at all.
Donna’s question still loomed and as much as Rose wanted to tell her who the Doctor was, she found she couldn’t. It felt wrong to talk about a man who essentially didn’t exist yet.
“It’s your useless ship’s fault. It can’t even fly in a linear timeline.”
“Just who exactly are you?” The Doctor started to move around the console to confront the Master.
“We know you,” blurted Rose. Both Time Lords turned to look at her, halting any further arguments. “You don’t know us.”
Some of the Doctor’s bravado faltered as he paused to think about this. It was a strange contrast to her Doctor, who would have happily rambled his way through the confusing situation. Though, if he had been her Doctor, she wouldn’t have been standing away from him, trying not to reveal too much for the sake of maintaining the timelines.
Her inner turmoil seemed to amuse the Master, a wicked grin appearing on his face. She could just imagine what he was plotting within his mind. With the right words, he could change the Doctor’s future and hers as well. But what could she say that wouldn’t give it all away? She had to say nothing if she didn’t want anything to change.
“Am I the only one wondering how he got on board?” Donna’s question helped to fill the awkward pause that descended upon the console room. She looked between the Master and the Doctor, like a mother trying to figure out which of her children had broken the living room window. “We’re not exactly parked at Heathrow.”
A piercing alarm, one Rose had never heard before, tore through the room before any theories could be offered. The Doctor, energized by the warning, turned back to the controls, dropping any questions that might have been looming.
“That’s an alert.” He punched at a few buttons, and then paused, glancing about like he had lost something.
The Master swung around the console scanner so the Doctor could see the screen. “TARDIS Interlock. We have a Time Ram building up.”
“A what?” asked Donna.
“It happens when two TARDISes occupy the same space.” It was the Doctor who answered. He was working the controls but with none of the maniac energy that Rose was used to seeing. “I’ve only seen it occur with two different TARDISes, not the same TARDIS at two different points in its own timeline.”
It didn’t surprise Rose, the Doctor knowing they were from another point in time. It was the consequences of knowing that worried her.
“You can figure it would later, after we don’t blow up. Reverse the time vector drive.” The Master pointed a finger to a circular dial next to a big metal handle, his survival instinct moving him to take command. He went to attack another set of controls on the opposite side of the console.
“Your timeline must have superseded my own,” mused the Doctor, as he spun the dial and lifted the lever. He glanced at Rose, but she saw no look of recognition there. “Nyssa and Tegan must be back in my TARDIS, in the right era.”
The TARDIS engines whined, sounding in reverse like the ship was backing up. Another alarm sounded, but it seemed to be giving the all clear. The console room began to shake, but it was minor and hardly noticeable. Rose pictured two identical Police Boxes pulling apart from each other.
“That’s better.” The Doctor smiled, casually placing his hands in the trousers of his pockets. “You know your way around a TARDIS,” he said to the Master. He regarded his fellow Time Lord with a slight tilt of his head. Neither of them said anything but the Doctor’s smile lost some of its lustre. “You’re not…”
“He’s not you.” Rose stepped in front of the Doctor before the Master could respond. “He’ll never be you,” she added, briefly throwing a look at the Master.
“He just happens to be another Time Lord, flying my TARDIS.” The words seemed almost for the Doctor himself, like he was trying to convince himself of the truth. While Rose didn’t know the intimate details of this Doctor, she knew the Doctor as a person and he was undoubtedly clamouring for answers, answers that she unfortunately couldn’t provide. It was unfamiliar territory for her. Before this moment, she had had no need to keep secrets from him.
“Nyssa and Tegan.” The Master chuckled, hearing his own private joke. “Where were you headed?”
“1851. The Crystal Palace.” The Doctor paused, appearing hesitant to contribute anymore information.
The Master chuckled again. “Enjoy your flight.” His words sounded ominous and it caused a shiver to run down Rose’s spine.
The console room shuddered and everything was still once more. Briefly, the Doctor faded and Rose could see right through him, echoing a moment she had no desire of reliving. He quickly regained solidity and let out a small breath. “I’m being pulled back. Hyde Park awaits.”
Rose felt a compulsion to say good-bye, but she couldn’t get her mouth to comply. She put on a strained smile for the Doctor’s benefit and bit back the words she had failed to complete the last time they saw each other.
Her performance didn’t go completely amiss. The Doctor frowned, one mystery still lingering. “Who are you?”
The Master leaned forward, as though he were watching two actors performing an engaging play. On the other side of the console Donna was surprisingly silent, her lack of history in these matters placing her firmly outside of the realm of comprehension.
Before the Doctor could fade away back to where he belonged, Rose grabbed the lapel of his coat and pulled herself forward. Putting her mouth right to his ear, her voice tickling his skin, she whispered, “Forget me.”
An expression of loss and understanding was the last thing Rose saw of the Doctor. He slipped through her fingers, like he never existed to begin with.
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