#the fourth doctor x rose tyler

[lupine-nebula]

whovians please accept my humble offering

[the-doctor-3000]

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 {Doctor Who Fanfic}

Chapter 1: An Unearthly Child

Emma Jones. A nineteen year old girl with a great sense of imagination and sometimes with a head over the clouds. Currently, she was in her family's home. It was night time and they were all going to have a series marathon, Doctor Who, and since Emma hadn't seen the classic. 

The raven haired female was making some popcorn and poured the soda on seven glasses. She then carefully took them to the living room and placed them on the coffee table. Her necklace dangling around her neck; it was a clock pendant with Latin numbers. 

Her arctic blue eyes scanned the room, colourful pillows laid on the wooden floor and the sofa had opened and was now a bed with many heavy sheets with floral designs on them. Once she finished setting everything up, her four foster older siblings and parents walked in. Each of them carrying bags with snacks and candy. Mostly jelly babies. All for the marathon. 

Her foster mother, a soft featured woman with deep green eyes and strawberry blonde hair, dressed in hipster clothing, smiled at her as she set a plastic bag from the supermarket down. This was Jocelyn 

"Ready to see the best classic show of all times, Ems?" Paul, the eldest of the siblings, asked her with a grin.

"I'm, uh, kind of terrified to be honest." she responded meekly. At his confused look, she continued. "I mean, until the sixth season, it's in black and white. What if I don't like it?"

"Because it's Doctor Who, Em Universe!" he exclaimed with a chuckle, his grin never leaving his face. "If you loved the 2005 series, then you'll like the classic too!"

Her foster father, a man with sharp features and grey eyes, sighed at his son. "For goodness' sake, Paul! Leave the poor girl alone."

The poor girl. These words echoed in the noirette's mind as she held her smile. People sometimes would call her that because of the way her parents, her biological parents, had abandoned her on the orphanage's stairs with only her name and the pendant. Of course, Mike, the father, didn't mean any harm. He knew that she could get overwhelmed easily, especially when someone was urging her too much.

Not long after this little conversation, they all had sat down on their seats and the first episode of the show had begun. Emma was sitting on one end of the couch, her head resting on the palm of her hand as she watched carefully. 

It was odd seeing the Classic Who. So far she liked the plot and dialogues, but what she found weird was the special effects. Which was natural since she was used to the 2000s'. 

As she watched Barbara and Ian entering the junkyard, she heard something crashing outside the house somewhere near the forest. Mike paused the episode as he and the others turned to the direction of the sound. Emma sighed, standing up. "I'm going to check it out."

"Be careful, sweetie!" Jocelyn's voice called out to her like the protective mother that she was. The light reddish-blonde turned to her sons with a stern look once she listened to the door closing. "Paul, Jax, go with her."

"Ma!" Jax whined as he threw his head behind. "Why me? Emma is a big girl."

"True, but it wouldn't be right to leave your sister go out alone. In the dark."

Jax scoffed as he stood up and made his way out. "She's not even our sister, I don't understand why bother." He muttered, but Jocelyn heard him and bit her lip. "Going after that freak."

Paul, who was standing by the main door, also heard it and slapped the back of his head. "Jerk." And the two exited the house with a flashlight each.

Meanwhile Emma was carefully stepping over large branches. She tripped on some rocks and scraped her hands and knees. Emma cursed under her breath and dusted her clothes off as she stood on her feet again. It was far too dark to see, so she turned on the flashlight on her smartphone. She looked around. Nothing. Just as she was about to return, she stopped when she heard some high-pitched sound coming from deeper into the woods. A part of her said that she should go and not investigate, but another was curious.

The latter won. Emma sighed and followed the sound. Soon she could also see; a faint burnt orange with a small tint of silver light glowing. Her curiosity increased and became more eager to find the strange glow. For a moment she felt like a character from the stories she read. Strange wasn't exactly the word she would use to describe this feeling. Warm, friendly and even hypnotizing were the words that seemed more appropriate to use.

Finally she reached her destination, the light was coming from what seemed to be a floating ring. Squinting her eyes, she took note that there were some strange symbols on it. Shapes. Curiouser and curiouser, Emma instinctively reached out to it. The light was warm as it brushed her fingers.

"Emma!" Paul shouted from far away. Emma snapped out of her trance as she looked towards the direction of the voice. She looked back at the ring and quickly grabbed it. The glow stopped and revealed the ring to be silver with baby blue on the inside. She inspected the symbols on it carefully, not noticing the two boys sliding down the hill and to her. "There you are! We've been looking for you!" But Emma did not respond. "What's that?"

She shrugged. "Just a ring."

She said plainly, not bothering to add that it was levitating or that it glowed. He wouldn't take her seriously and would say that her head played games. Maybe it did, but maybe it didn't. 

Jax hugged himself, shivering. "Let's go back home! It's freezing here!"

Paul rolled his eyes at his younger brother and then lent his biker's jacket to Emma, putting it gently around her shoulders. He gently led her back to the house by the hand. Her eyes were glued on the ring even when they were back. Jocelyn offered to give her a chain and use it as a necklace. Emma accepted and then Jocelyn helped her to wear it. The black haired female touched the ring with the tips of her fingers as she made her way upstairs to her room.

She told the family that she wasn't feeling well and would watch the show some other time. Jax and the others, excluding Mike, Jocelyn and Paul, were annoyed that they'd have to postpone it. Emma ignored it since she couldn't do otherwise. 

As she laid on her bed, her hands rested on her pendant and on the ring. She huffed and took yet another look at the strange band of unknown metal. The symbols on it seemed familiar. She shifted to her side and pulled under her bed a laptop, she opened it and started searching it on the internet. At first, she typed on the search box 'strange circular symbols' but it only showed her pictures from Doctor Strange's symbol. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, deleted the words and thought for a moment. Where had she seen them before? Emma looked down at the ring around her neck. 

She set the laptop away and laid on her back. She took a look at her phone for any calls or texts, and the put it into her pocket. She the looked up at the ceiling until she felt her eyelids getting heavier and drifted into a dreamless sleep. 

After what seemed to be like hours, Emma woke up at the sound of something falling. She yelped in surprise as she sat up. What the. . .? The black haired female thought as she stared around at her surroundings. Not only wasn't she in her room but everything was in black and white. She rubbed her eyes but nothing. This has to be a dream. . .

"Blast! I dropped it!" a male voice said, Emma stood up abruptly in shock as she stumbled backwards.

"What?" another voice, a female, asked.

"The torch!"

"Well, use a match!"

"No, I haven't got any. Oh, never mind."

Emma slowly walked backwards, now seeming hard to breath, until her back bumped into something. She let out a small screech. The two people in there heard it and continued searching for the voice into the junkyard - now somewhat in darkness. Emma stared behind her to see the TARDIS.

"Susan?! Are you alright?"

"Susan? Susan?" The man started up a short flight of stairs which led to the building at the back of the yard. Emma placed a hand on her mouth, trying not make any sound as she also tried not to cry. This must be a nightmare, or a cruel joke. "Susan?" He came back down. "Susan! Mr. Chesterton and Miss Wright!" Emma tensed at the mention of the names. No. This can't be real. It's impossible. He looked behind the stairs then, quietly to himself. "Can't have got out without us seeing her?"

"Ian. . . look at this!"

Emma quickly hid at the side of the blue box. Barbara had found the Police Box, which stood next to the stairs.

"Well, it's a police box! What on earth's it doing here? Well, these things are usually on the street. . ." Ian put his hand on the box's side whilst saying this but he stopped dead in surprise. He touched it with his full hand, more firmly. "Feel it! Feel it!" Barbara quickly put the back of her hand on and off the side of the box. "Did you feel it?"

"It's a faint vibration. . . ."

He took a step back from the box as he said. "It's alive!" Ian quickly walked around the back of the box as Barbara waited. Emma, unfortunately, wasn't fast enough to hide and he saw her. "Barbara, there's a girl here!"

"A girl?"

"Yes." Emma shuddered back in shock and fear as she instinctively hid the necklace and ring into her hoodie's pocket. Ian let out his hand toward her. "Hello, there's no need to be afraid." She did not respond, she simply stared at him, unsure whether this was a dream, a prank or worse. "What's your name?" Again nothing. "Listen, we are not here to hurt you. We want to find a student of ours. Susan. Have you seen her?"

"I. . ." Her voice came out like a small squeak. "No. . ." She shook her head, not knowing how she should even reply to that. Should she tell them the truth or would that have bad consequences? "Who. . . Who are you? The both of you."

"Ian Chesterton," He gestured to himself and then to the woman. "Barbara Wright." He turned to the younger female again. "Can you tell us your name?"

"That's not possible." she muttered, ignoring his question for the moment, trembling in the meantime. "You can't be real. You are not real."

The teachers shared a look. Ian spoke again. "I assure you, miss, we are very real. Now, care to enlighten us with your name?"

"My name is Emma." she replied reluctantly. "Emma Jones."

As she stepped into the light, and the two adults could see her better, they stared in slight shock. She tilted her head to the side in confusion until she looked at what she was wearing; shorts, a hoodie with a logo which read 'BOSS' vertically, converse shoes and plain shocks. From their perspective, she was completely out of her time and she could see why.

Her cheeks grew hot from embarrassment and decided to change the subject. "Uhm. . . You were talking about the, uh, Police Box."

"Oh right! It's not connected to anything, unless it's through the floor."

Barbara sighed. "Look, I-I've had enough. Let's go, get miss Jones out of here and find a policeman."

"Yes, all right. . ."

A coughing sound echoed through the junkyard from outside the gates.

"Is that her?"

"That’s not her. . ." The gate creaked open. Ian grabbed Emma's hand. "Quick!"

They hid behind the stairs. An old man walked into view. Seemingly in his mid seventies or late sixties, with straight, slightly long white hair, wearing an Astrakhan hat, cloak and scarf. He coughed and waved a handkerchief to clear the air. He walked up to the box, pulling out a key and, holding a slim pen flashlight in the other hand, started to insert the key into the lock set into the box's door.

A cheerful feminine voice exclaimed. "There you are, grandfather!"

"It’s Susan!" Barbara whispered but was shocked, Ian hushed her.

The old man heard them. He pocketed the key and shined the torch on the stairs as Ian came out of hiding. "Excuse me. . ." He said sheepishly.

The old man shined the pen torch at his face. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, we're looking for a girl."

"We?"

Barbara stepped into view as she gently held Emma's arm. "Good evening."

"What do you want?"

"Um. . . . one of our pupils, Susan Foreman, came into this yard." Ian responded. "And we found miss Jones here too."

There was a smile on the elder's face. "Really? In here? Are you sure?"

"Yes. We saw her from across the street." said Barbara

"One of their pupils. Not the police, then. . . ." the old man muttered to himself.

"Er…I…I beg your pardon??" asked Ian

The old man fixed Ian with a stare. "Why were you spying on her? Who are you?"

"We heard a young girl's voice call out to you. . . ."

"Your hearing must be very acute. I didn't hear anything."

Barbara pointed at the box. "It came from in here!"

A flash of fear crossed the older man's face. "You imagined it."

"I certainly did not imagine it!"

The old man pulled Ian by the arm to one side. "Young man. . . Is it reasonable to suppose that anyone would be inside a cupboard like that, hmm?"

"Would it therefore be unreasonable to ask you to let us have a look inside?"

The elder's attention was suddenly drawn to a painting amid the junk. He picked the painting up. "I wonder why I've never seen that before. Now, isn’t that strange? Pretty damp and dirty. . . hmm. . ."

"Won't you help us? We're two of her teachers from the Coal Hill School. We saw her come in and we haven't seen her leave. Naturally, we're worried. . . ." Barbara said, trying to reason with him.

But he wasn't paying attention and then muttered to himself. "Have to be cleaned. . ." He suddenly seemed to notice her again. "Mmm? Oh, I'm afraid it's none of my business. I suggest you leave here."

He put the painting back down and walked back to the Police box, the TARDIS.

"Not until we're satisfied that Susan isn't here and, frankly, I don't understand your attitude. . ." Ian said

"Oh, yours leaves a lot to be desired."

"Will you open the door?"

"There's nothing in there!"

"Then what are you afraid to show us?"

"Afraid? Oh, go away!"

Ian turned to Barbara. "I think we'd better go and fetch a policeman."

"Very well." said the old man

"And you're coming with us."

"Oh. . . am I?" He chuckled. "I don't think so, young man. No, I don't think so..."

Barbara whispered to Ian. "We can't force him!"

"But we can't leave him here! Doesn't it seem obvious to you he's got her locked up in there?" Ian whispered back, Barbara nodded. "Look at it!" The old man was standing away from them again, now seemingly examining a small jug but his real attention was occupied by the teachers conversation as Ian examined the box's door. Emma, on the other hand, was far too stunned to even utter a word as she stood aside. She still couldn't believe that there was the slightest possibility that this was real. She refused to believe it. "There's no door handle. . . must be a secret lock somewhere."

"That was Susan's voice." said Barbara

"Of course it was! Susan. . . Susan? Are you in there? It's Mr. Chesterton and Miss Wright, Susan!"

The old man, the Doctor, spoke. "Don't you think you're being rather high-handed, young man? You thought you saw a young girl enter the yard. You imagined you heard her voice. You believe she might be in there. It's not very substantial, is it?"

"But why won't you help us?" asked Barbara

He put the jug back down and faced the teachers. "I'm not hindering you. If you both want to make fools of yourselves, I suggest you do what you said you'd do. Go and find a policeman. Also, why aren't you taking an example from her." He pointed at Emma who yet again tensed. "She is the only one who minds her own business."

"While you nip off quietly in the other direction." said Ian

The older man momentarily closed his eyes. "Insulting." He faced them again. "There's only one way in and out of this yard. I shall be here when you get back. I want to see your faces when you try to explain away your behaviour to a policeman."

"Nevertheless, we're going to find one. Come along, Barbara. Miss Jones."

The two teachers turned their backs on the old man while dragging the other female along, toward the gate. They've taken only a step when the door of the box opens.

"What are you doing out there?" Susan's voice was heard.

Ian then shouted. "She is in there!"

Suddenly the old male rushed at the two teachers, trying to hold them back. "Close the door!"

"Barbara!"

As Ian struggled with the elder, Barbara dashed through the box's open door and into a large brilliantly lit white room. The walls were covered with circular, indentations. A hexagonal-shaped control console with a cylindrical tube inset in the centre with machinery visible inside. Various antiques decorated the place. A monitor was set into the upper wall. A shocked Susan walked from behind the console. The old man, Emma and Ian walked inside behind Barbara.

"Close the doors, Susan." The girl, Susan, activated a switch on the console, and the large double doors behind the group closed with an electronic hum. "I believe these people are known to you."

"They're two of my schoolteachers! What are you doing here?"

Barbara looked around in wonder as she asked, "Where are we?"

"They must have followed you. That ridiculous school - I knew something like this would happen if we stayed in one place too long."

"But why should they follow me."

"Is this really where you live, Susan?" asked Barbara

"Yes."

"And what's wrong with it?" the old man asked

"But it was just a telephone box. . . ." Ian said

"Perhaps."

"And this is your grandfather. . ?" asked Barbara

"Yes." replied Susan

Barbara addressed the old man. "Well, why didn't you tell us that?"

"I don't discuss my private life with strangers."

"But it was a police telephone box. I walked all round it! Barbara, you saw me!" Ian said

Emma remained quiet, not wanting to draw any attention to herself as she felt this could just be a silly prank plotted by her adoptive brothers. The old man looked very much like the first Doctor, just like the others looked like the actors from the classic show. The Doctor crossed to an antique ormolu clock on a nearby stand. "You don't deserve any explanations. You pushed your way in here, uninvited and unwelcome."

"I think we ought to leave...." Barbara said

"No, just a minute." said Ian and he crossed to the the strange elder.

The Doctor muttered to himself as he examined the clock. "Dear, dear, dear, this is very…."

"I know this is absurd, but I feel. . . I walked all around it!"

The Doctor's attention was still occupied by the clock. "It's stopped again, you know, and I've tried. . ." He took notice of Ian. "Hmm? Oh, you wouldn't understand at all."

And he walked back to the console. Ian followed him. "But I want to understand!"

The Doctor was uninterested. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." He removed his cloak and scarf over an old chair, keeping his hat on. "Oh by the way Susan, I've managed to find a replacement for that faulty filament. Bit of an amateur job, but I, er, I think it'll serve."

The Doctor took an electronic object out of his pocket and walked to the console. He started to insert the object into the console, effecting repairs. 

"It's an illusion. It must be. . ."

"What is he talking about now?"

Susan asked her teachers again. "What are you doing here?"

The Doctor coughed quietly to gain their attention. "You don't understand, so you find excuses. Illusions, indeed? You say you can’t fit an enormous building into one of your smaller sitting rooms?"

"No." Ian responded

"But you've discovered television, haven't you?"

"Yes. . ."

"Then by showing an enormous building on your television screen, you can do what seemed impossible, couldn’t you?"

"Well. . . yes, but I still don't know. . ."

"It’s not quite clear, is it? I can see by your face that you're not certain. You don't understand." He laughed. "And I knew you wouldn't! Never mind." He turned back to the console. "Now then, which switch was it. . . ? No, no, no. . . . Ah yes, that is it!" He flipped the switch. "The point is not whether you understand. . ." He turned back to Ian. "What is going to happen to you, hmm?" He turned to his granddaughter. "They'll tell everybody about the ship now."

"The ship. . .?"

"Yes, yes, ship! This doesn't roll along on wheels, you know."

"You mean...it moves?" asked Barbara

"The TARDIS can go anywhere." said Susan

"TARDIS? I don't understand you, Susan."

"Well, I made up the name TARDIS from the initials."

Emma couldn't help herself as she blurted out in excitement. "It stand for Time And Relative Dimension In Space!" Then all eyes fell on her, as if now noticing her presence. Her cheeks heated up while she stared at her feet. "Sorry."

Susan grinned at her. "Yes! That's right! Don't apologize! You understood when you saw the different dimensions inside from those outside, correct?"

"Something like that."

Ian shook his head. "So. Let me get this straight. A thing that looks like a police box, standing in a junkyard. . . it can move anywhere in time and space!?"

Susan exclaimed, "Yes!"

"Quite so." said the Doctor

"But that's ridiculous!"

Susan, exasperated, turned to the Doctor. "Why won't they believe us?"

"Well, how can we?" asked Barbara

The Doctor put his hands on Susan's shoulders. "Now, now, don't get exasperated, Susan. Remember the Red Indian. When he saw the first steam train, his savage mind thought it an illusion too."

"You're treating us like children!" exclaimed Ian

"Am I? The children of my civilization would be insulted."

"Your civilization?"

"Yes, my civilization. I tolerate this century, but I don't enjoy it. Have you ever thought about what it's like to be wanderers in the fourth dimension? Have you? To be exiles?" He motioned to himself and Susan. "Susan and I are cut off from our own planet, without friends or protection. But one day. . ." He gazed into the distance, his arm around Susan. ". . . we shall get back. Yes, one day. . .one day. . ."

Susan was a little distraught as she faced the teachers and Emma. "It's true. Every word of it's true. You don't know what you've done coming here. . ." She turned to the Doctor. "Grandfather, let them go now, please! Look, if the teachers don't understand, they can't. . . they can't hurt us at all! I understand these people better than you. . . their minds reject things they don't understand. . ."

The old man's icy look was his answer. The girl's words seized up in her throat. "No." He walked to the back of the room.

"He can't keep us here. . ." Ian said

"Susan, listen to me, can't you see that all this is an illusion? It's a game that you and your grandfather are playing, if you like. But you can't expect us to believe it." said Barbara

"It's not a game!' said Susan

"But, Susan. . ."

"It's not! Look, I love your school. I love England in the 20th century. The last five months have been the happiest of my life. . . ."

"But you are one of us. You look like us, you sound like us. . . ."

"I was born in another time. Another world."

"Now look here Susan, you. . ." Ian finally gave up and grabbed Barbara's and Emma's arms. The latter let out a surprised yelp. "Oh come on, Barbara, miss Jones, let's get out of here."

They walked towards the wall, the teachers were trying to find the doors.

"No, you two can't get out. He won't let you go."

A high pitched whining sound echoed through the room. At the console, the Doctor was laughing. Emma's head started spinning, she held it with both her hands, she rested her back on the wall and slid down to the floor. Ian pointed at the console and said, "He closed the doors from over there." He moved toward it. "I saw it. . ." He looked over the console. "Now which is it. . . ? Which is it?" He turned to the Doctor. "Which control operates the door?"

"You still think it's all an illusion. . ." said the Doctor

"I know free movement in time and space is a scientific dream I don't expect to find solved in a junkyard!"

"Oh, your arrogance is nearly as great as your ignorance!" laughed the Doctor

"Will you open the door? Open the door!" The Doctor laughed again. "Susan, will you help us?"

"I mustn't! I mustn’t!" Susan replied

Ian sighed and faced the console. "Very well then. I'll have to risk it myself."

"I can't stop you. . ." said the Doctor with suspicious acceptance. The old man's hand brushed a switch just as Ian's came down on a button.

Susan tried to warn Ian. "Oh, don’t touch it! It’s live!"

The shock flung Ian to the floor. "Ian!" Barbara exclaimed, she helped him up and shouted at the Doctor. "What on earth do you think you're doing?"

"Grandfather, let them go now! Please!"

"And by tomorrow we shall be a public spectacle. A subject for news and idle gossip."

He resolutely turned to the console. Susan moved to stop him. "But they won't say anything. . ."

He clapped hands on the girl's shoulders. "My dear child, of course they will. Put yourself in their place. They're bound to make some sort of a complaint to the authorities - or at the very least talk to their friends." He wagged his finger at her. "If I do let them go, Susan, you realise of course we must go too."

"No. Grandfather, we've had all this out b…"

"There's no alternative, child."

"I want to stay! Look, they're both kind people and the girl looks trustworthy too. Why won't you trust them? All you’ve got to do is ask them to promise to keep our secret and. . ."

"Ιt's out of the question."

"Can't you see that this girl--" Susan pointed at Emma who was still holding her head in her hands. "--Is terrified?"

"That's not my concern."

"I won't go, grandfather. I won't leave the 20th century. . . I'd rather leave the TARDIS and you!"

"Now you're being sentimental and childish."

"No, I mean it."

The Doctor looked at her, the teachers and Emma's form and seemed to reach a decision. "Very well. Then you must go with them. I’ll open the door."

He turned to the console. Barbara asked the girl, "Are you coming, Susan?"

The Doctor started to activate switch after switch on the console.

"Oh no grandfather, no!" exclaimed Susan and she grabbed at him, trying to pull him away.

"Let me go!" shouted the Doctor

"No!"

He kept activating controls despite Susan's best efforts. The room started to shake as the lighting within pulses. Instruments and dials on the console burst into life.

"Get back to the ship’s side! Hold it. . ."

The shaking worsened, and the teachers were flung across the room, Barbara into a chair, Ian onto the floor and Emma slid on the other side of the room- a raucous grinding engine sound rose and fell through the room, the cylindrical column begun to rise and fall. And on the monitor, an overhead view of London was shown, that shrunk, faded and was replaced by a blinding vortex of light and energy. 

Hello! As you guys can see, I am going to start the fanfic from the first series. Of course, I am not going to do EVERY single episode (as I mentioned on the description) but the events would still occur. I might do twenty/fifteen episodes of the first 6 seasons because they are like 60 episodes each. I am crazy but not that crazy.

Also, I originally wanted this to be a Doctor x Reader but I realized that my plans (for the future chapters mostly) may not match the reader. I know that it's a lame thing to say since most of the content I write is x reader but I had to do this in this fanfiction. I promise that I'll try write a somewhat similar fanfiction if you guys want to. 

About Emma. . . I know that I made some stuff a bit too dramatic with her family (especially with emphasizing the fact that she is adopted and some of the members do not accept her) and that I added too much information too soon but it was a necessary way to introduce her character and have a better understanding of her personality as the story goes.

Emma's and the Doctor's relationship will take a long time to develop into something more than friendship but there will be some signs that one of the two has a crush on the other a bit later on the show. In other words, this is going to be one of the longest slow burns.

Anyway, that's all for now! Hope you have an amazing day/night!!!💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[cerezsis]

How the Doctor feels about the ways things taste

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[mrsmaudieholmesteapot]

Imagine Rose meets the 4th Doctor:

Four smiles at her all the time

Rose upon recognizing the Doctor is struck by how different Four is especially from Nine

Four might treat Rose like Adric (explaining a lot to her like in Part One of Logopolis) at first for they are both young and unexperienced in space travelling (so Four thinks)

When Four discovers Post-Doomsday Rose is cleverer than he expected her to be, he starts to admire her

After their adventure together Rose has to leave to find Ten

Four will be left with the feeling that Rose, although she has not said so, is going to play an important role in his life

Feel free to add your own ideas

[gingerteaonthetardis]

well, @nerdie-faerie, when i tried to answer your ask, tumblr ate it. just absolutely gobbled it up and deleted my draft. but here's my response to your prompt (must be a day ending with 'y'), a little later than expected.

you gave me free reign to pick a doctor, so i chose four for reasons that i think will become clear right away. the best parts of the doctor are often his companions, you know...

anyway, in spite of the delay and technical difficulties, i hope you enjoy!

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At the sight of the soaring toaster, Romana did the sensible thing and ducked for cover.

Leela, on the other hand—who had just dashed into the room with her hair in wild disarray—stood her ground, watching the violent exchange with her usual baffled intensity.

"What is this?" she asked no one in particular. "Are we under attack?"

As if in answer, a terrific shout—not unlike a battle-cry—rang out across the console room, followed visibly by a streak of blonde and bright, lobster-y pink, weaving through the mess.

"Help!" cried the Doctor from somewhere—behind a coat rack, it seemed like, stuffed with eccentrically-coloured furs. He apparently had chosen the spot to take shelter from flying objects. "I'm under attack!"

At the sound of his voice, Leela's jaw dropped.

"They are fighting," she marveled, turning to Romana in dismay. "Again."

"Mm, yes," Romana drily agreed. "Must be a day ending with 'y.'"

Her tone was lost on the other woman, of course, who seemed more preoccupied with observing Rose—and poor Rose, she really did feel for the girl, especially after being stranded in that awful, muggy pleasure palace for two weeks.

That is, two weeks relatively. The Doctor had actually realised his error—with a rather baffled, panicky, "Have I misplaced my wife?"—immediately and turned the TARDIS around, inasmuch as it could be done, in under thirty seconds.

However, his obvious repentance was not currently under attack. Only his driving. And Rose seemed intent on making her point using every projectile at her disposal. It was lucky for her—and perhaps unlucky for the Doctor—that the TARDIS was in the middle of something not unlike Spring cleaning.

That is, it wasn't precisely Spring anywhere nearby, and the console room could not currently be called clean, but the ship was making an effort, it seemed, to offload some of her extra bulk to one central location. Presumably, she wished for much of it—the toaster, the technicolour furs—to be taken out with the trash.

The Doctor, meanwhile, persisted in hiding in the refuse while Rose flung bits of it in his general direction.

"Two weeks!" came the shrill, emphatic cry. "I was left fending off the extremely slimy advances of some snail-faced, pond-scummy blob king for two—bloody—weeks! All because you can't be bothered to read one stupid little manual!"

Rose's words were punctuated by two flying shoes. Her own, Romana could only hope. They landed with a thunk-thunk against one of the roundels, and then fell down and knocked something over behind the coat rack with a clatter. The Doctor yelped.

"I didn't mean for it to take two weeks," he protested. "You must know that!"

"Should we break them up?" Leela asked, voice hushed.

"They had me sunbathing five hours a day!" cried Rose. "I'll be shedding burnt skin for ages! I look like a lobster!"

"A lovely lobster." The Doctor's voice was muffled by coats. A few must have fallen on him. "Prettiest of the lot."

Wrong move, Doctor, thought Romana with a shake of her head. Aloud, she said, "No, I don't think we should."

Rose made a protesting noise that was something between a growl and a squeal. She had quite an impressive range, when it came down to it. For all she was young and occasionally quite silly—now, for example—the older woman couldn't help but admire her… thoroughness. And her spirit.

And she kept the Doctor on his toes, which was certainly no small task.

Not that he needed it, necessarily. His balance was bad enough on two flat feet.

Poking her head up from behind the console, Romana tried to take stock of the rustling sound that was Rose reaching with both hands to part the contents of the coat rack, behind which she could just make out the huddled Doctor.

His knees were pulled up to his chest, and his eyes were wide. Not fearful, but sort of alarmed in a general way. His wife's distress always made him distressed, not that he was normally aware of that fact. He didn't project an attitude of particularly conscious empathy.

Rather, his feelings for Rose seemed to strike him as a frequent and overpowering surprise.

Just apologise, you buffoon, Romana thought, rolling her eyes, and have done with it. They would both be happy again, and she could get a moment's peace.

The Doctor's mind seemed to move along similar lines, though not with any particular alacrity. His face suddenly scrunched up, his brows all compressed and petulant, and he cried, "Well, all right! All right, I'm sorry. Is that what you want me to say?

"I am sorry for throwing the TARDIS manual into a Saggitarian supernova and learning—rather impressively, I think—on the fly! That is, literally on the fly, Rose. And I am sorry the King of the Snit'snails was so awful to you and boiled you alive." Here, his contrition seemed to become more genuine. Some of his indignance went away. "I'll get you some sun cream, hm? And I'll put it on your shoulders for you."

"That is kind of him, surely," whispered Leela.

"Oh, not a bit," Romana whispered back. "He's just angling to get to touch her ever again."

"We can hear you both, you know," snapped the Doctor, poking his head out from between the furs. "And you are making a mess of my apology!"

Rose spoke up before Romana could. "You made quite a mess of it yourself, Doctor," she said. But her tone was calmer, bordering on amused. The tempest was over; now, they were all sailing on relatively calm seas. She stretched out her hand.

The Doctor took it. But instead of using it to help himself up, he simply shook it a little and, when she didn't remove it, pulled it to his lips to press a kiss on the skin of her palm. Rose tittered a laugh that made the Doctor smile in his giddy, infatuated way.

Fools, the both of them, Romana thought to herself.

Leela nudged Romana's hip. "I think it is time to leave."

"Yes, I think so," the Doctor agreed, too-loudly, making eyes at Rose all the while. And rather than protest how ridiculous that would be—for they'd only come into the console room a few minutes ago, ready once again to ship out on another absurd adventure—Romana took Leela's proffered hand and retreated without a parting glance.

The mess there could be left for another day.

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more lighthearted prompts...

[ghostofafruit]

Just a quick little piece for some fun. I have a craving for fourrose, but there's really not much and understandably so. Anyway, remember what the Doctor said to Adam about Paris? Well this is inspired by that. Also posted to ao3

A Trip to France

Rose knew it was the right universe. She could tell from how the air flt around her, from how Bad Wolf sung in the back of her mind, from how home it felt. And unless another country sometime in her future had stolen the Eiffel Tower, she was in Paris. What was it her fist Doctor had said? Use the wrong verbs, get charged extra, kiss strangers, had that been it? Close enough.

"Where are we Doctor?" she heard a woman ask.

"Can't you tell Sarah Jane? We're in Paris!" a man said, that must have been the Doctor. Not her one of course, too early for that if the young woman speaking was Sarah Jane Smith.

"When are we then?" she asked.

"I'm not too sure," he admitted. Well, some things wouldn't change. At least it hadn't just been her Doctor.

This Doctor was certainly something. He was tall, with a long coat. His hair was a little wild, but the stand out thing about him, was his scarf. Not only was it wrapped around his neck twice by the looks of things, but it was also close to dragging along the floor.

Part of her had the sudden urge to pull him down by said scarf to kiss him. She wondered if the colourful thing was still somewhere in the Tardis. She'd have to ask once she got back. John had only vaguely talked about his older travels, there would never have been time to talk about them all. He'd told her how many times he'd regenerated, but not once described his past selves.

"What do you do in France?" a man asked from beside the Doctor.

"What do you do in Paris?" Sarah Jane asked.

"We could read a guide-book and get an idea," he suggested. The Doctor snorted, and Rose grinned. She wasn't even that close to them, but seeing the Doctor again after so long it was just what she'd needed after leaving the universe she had called home for hundreds of years as she worked to find a way back.

"You can't just read the guidebook! You've got to throw yourself in, eat all the food, use the wrong verbs, get charged double, and kiss complete strangers," the Doctor said. Rose suddenly had a very stupid idea. Oh but it was brilliant. She knew that when the Doctor had said it to her and Adam, he'd finished with 'or is that just me?' so obviously he'd actually done all that.

"Food sounds good," Sarah Jane said, turning to the other companion. Rose ran up to the Doctor.

"Kiss complete strangers you said," she said, before tugging on his scarf and dragging him down into a kiss. Behind her she heard the two companions gasp.

For a moment the Doctor's hands flailed around usually, but after that moment, he rested both of them on her waist. Rose's hands slipped off his scarf and up around his neck as she opened her mouth slightly to the kiss. The Doctor adjusted his hands slightly, and dipped her. She shrieked slightly, but she would always trust the Doctor.

Eventually he straightened them out, and Rose pulled away from him with a grin. His hand slipped into his pocket and he produced a small paper bag.

"Would you like a jelly baby?" he asked. Rose grinned at him and took one from the bag.

"That was better than expected Doctor," Rose said. She popped the jelly baby in her mouth, and watched as the Doctor registered that she'd used his name, and yet he hadn't told it to her. She turned and walked away from him, leaving both his companions and him stood there in confusion.

[legok9]

Friendship is Universal

Official Doctor Who x Star Trek poster by Dusty Abell

Top: Yasmin Khan, Kira Nerys, Clara Oswald, Spock, Amy Pond, Data, Rose Tyler, La'an Noonien Singh, Sarah Jane Smith, Bill Potts, William Riker, Cleveland Booker, Donna Noble

Middle: Jonathan Archer with Porthos, War Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Sixth Doctor, the Guardian of Forever, the TARDIS, Fugitive Doctor, Eighth Doctor, First Doctor, Leonard McCoy, Beverly Crusher

Third Doctor with a tribble, Michael Burnham, Kathryn Janeway, James T. Kirk, Thirteenth Doctor, Christopher Pike, Philippa Georgiou, Fifth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Second Doctor, Benjamin Sisko, Twelfth Doctor

Fifteenth Doctor, K9, Jean-Luc Picard, Fourth Doctor

Bottom: Weeping Angel, Wirrn, Goblin, Khan Noonien Singh, Morbius, V5, Gorn, Beep the Meep, Cyberman, Maestro, Locutus of Borg, Vashta Nerada, Robot Yeti, Ood, Sil, Dalek, K1, Zygon, Kruge, Silent, Missy, Dukat, Ruk

The Seventh Doctor, Ninth Doctor, Fourteenth Doctor are conspicuously absent. Also disappointed that Voyager's Doctor didn't make the cut!

Bonus fact: Peter Capaldi auditioned to play Benjamin Sisko. Great to see them side by side.

[ao3feed-torchwood]

The Silver Torchwood

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52591651 by noodleleg This book includes the Torchwood crew and my OC Silver (destined to become a solar system) this follows her through side adventures which don't quite fit with the plot of my previous books in this series. There are are also X READERS in this book and probably will be incorrect quotes. Words: 14848, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English Series: Part 4 of DOCTA WHA?! Fandoms: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who (1963), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Torchwood, Doctor Who: Past Doctor Adventures - Various Authors Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, The Master (Simm), Eleventh Doctor (Doctor Who), Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Twelfth Doctor, Original Time Lord Character(s) (Doctor Who), Missy (Doctor Who), Gwen Cooper, Toshiko Sato, Owen Harper, Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, Fourth Doctor (Doctor Who) Relationships: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, Tenth Doctor & Jack Harkness, Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness, Jack Harkness & Team Torchwood, John Hart & Team Torchwood, Gwen Cooper/Rhys Williams, Gwen Cooper & Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper & Jack Harkness & Owen Harper & Ianto Jones & Toshiko Sato, Owen Harper/Toshiko Sato, The Doctor (Doctor Who)/Rose Tyler, The Doctor (Doctor Who)/Original Female Character(s), Twelfth Doctor/Original Male Character(s), the mistress/original female character, The Master/Original Time Lord Character(s) (Doctor Who), Eleventh Doctor/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, Humour, Comedy, Science Fiction

[shandy-and-champagne]

Four and Rose

(very loosely inspired by Just a Human by GroovyKat)

[bisexualmultifandommess]

I found this website that lets you make incorrect quotes for characters and I’m loving it!

I did some for Doctor Who I have more that I’ll post later

[lyrainbeleriand]

Everyone needs to listen this.

When four ask ten who is he

Ten said I'm John TYLER.

(and in rose tyler and the dimension canon, rose said I'm Rose Smith.

So yes they are canonically married period

btw the timeline of ten in this audiodrama is after the four knock prophecy and he also mentioned how well he remember the day when the Earth meet its final end. Well we all know why he remembered that WELL doesn't we.

[its-neopolitan]

Was inspired to do this via @vi-the-former-seaturtle was just going to do the 5th doctor but fell down the rabbit whole and ended up doing all doctors with more than one Rose picture.

[the-doctor-3000]

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 {Doctor Who Fanfic}

Chapter 3: The Forest of Fear

The Doctor was sitting, and muttering furiously as he worked at his bonds. Emma, on the meantime, tried to remain calm as she looked around for anything that could release her and the others from their bonds.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, It’s all my fault. I'm desperately sorry. . . ." said the Doctor.

"Oh, don't blame yourself, Grandfather."

"Even so. . ." Emma started, still looking around. "It happened now. We cannot change that. So instead of apologizing and blaming yourself, I say help us to leave." She noticed something. "Look at those, look at them. . ."

A skull lied next to them with a hole smashed in at the top of its head. Ian noticed it as well and said, "Yes, they're all the same. They've been split wide open. . . ."

Ian started using one of the many small rocks on the floor to try and saw away at Barbara's binds. Susan crawled over to him, carrying another rock. "I've found another piece with a rough edge. . ."

He eased off with a sigh of relief and took the rock. "Oh, thank you." He tried it on Barbara's bonds, then groaned and tossed it aside. "Oh, it's no good! It keeps crumbling. . ."

"Oh, it's hopeless. Hopeless. Even if we do get free, we shall never move that stone."

Emma remained quiet for a couple of minutes before she realized something. "Where. . . There's air coming in here from somewhere."

Ian took her words into account and begun scanning the cave with his eyes."Miss Jones is right!"

"Yes, there is! I can feel it on my face!" said Barbara excitedly and Emma stood up and went to help the two.

"It may only be a small opening. Don't count on it. . . ."

The Doctor scoffed, "Oh, you obviously are."

The tips of Emma's ears grew hot and glared at the Time Lord. "You are the smartest being in the universe! But it's beyond me that you don't know that even the slightest bit of hope is better than none! So I suggest you to stop criticising us and do something! Help us all to get out of here." She tried Barbara's bonds, then threw the rock away with an angry huff. "Blast it!"

"Oh, the stone's no good!!" Ian said, also frustrated.

"Well don't give up, you two. Please." Barbara said.

After a pause he responded, "All right."

He and Emma started searching the ground again.

"No, no, don't waste time. Try those bones. They may. . . t-they're sharper, perhaps." the Doctor said.

"That's a good idea."

"Oh Grandfather, I knew you'd think of something!" Susan praised her grandfather.

Emma gave him an odd look. "We just wasted precious time on trying with the rock, why didn't you that sooner?!"

"Oh, I didn't think you'd have cared." he said, feigning guilt. "This is, after all, a dream to you. Why do you care if you wasted time when this isn't real to you?"

There was another pause. The Doctor was taunting her but Emma did not think much of it and said, "Good point."

The Doctor sighed, "We must all take it in turns and try and cut his hands free."

"But surely we should get the girls. . ." said Ian.

"No, no, no, we've got to free you first! You're the strongest, and you may have to defend us." The Doctor, using a fragment of bone, was starting to make progress on Ian's binds. He stopped, panting. He handed the fragment to Susan. "Susan, you have a go. My arms are tired."

Susan nodded. "All right."

She started on the binds as the Doctor lied back with a groan. "And don't think of failure."

"What?" Barbara asked him.

"Well, try to remember, if you can, how you and the others got here. Concentrate on that please."

"Yes, yes, I'll try." She blinked and realized something. "You're, you’re trying to help me."

"Yes. Well, fear makes companions of all of us, Miss Wright."

"I never once thought you were afraid."

"Fear is with all of us, and always will be. Just like that other sensation that lives with it."

"What's that?"

"Oh, your companion referred to it. Hope. Hope, Miss Wright."

Sometime later Barbara was working at the cords on Ian's hands now. The younger girls were trying to bite theirs off. Theirs gazes fell upon a hollow in the cave wall - Susan cried out in alarm and Emma yelped. Some bushes and twigs in the hollow were moving, with a shadow visible within. With a grunt of effort, the Old Mother pushed aside the small portcullis of branches that had covered her secret entrance.

She stared at the five. You. . . .will not. . .make fire. I will set you free, if you will go away and not make fire. Fire will bring trouble and death to the tribe."

The Doctor nodded. "There will be no fire."

Suddenly, grunting sounds came from outside. The five travellers were freed from their bindings, Susan last of all.

"Hurry. Hurry!! You must go across the top and into the trees. . ."

The five climbed through the secret entrance, Emma helped Susan out.

Through the dark forest maze, the group ran toward the TARDIS and safety. Barbara was in the lead, with Susan, Emma and Ian following and the Doctor bringing up the rear. But the old male was losing breath, and he sagged against a tree.

"Stop. . . stop. . . just a minute. . . let me get my. . . ." the Doctor breathed heavily.

"We can't stop here!" said Ian.

"Just a moment. . . ."

"Look, we've got to go further on."

"I know, I know that but I must get breathe. . . I must breathe. . ."

"Try, try! I shall have to carry you."

"Oh, there's no need for that! Don't be so childish - I'm not senile - just let me get my breath for a moment. . . ."

Susan moved to take the Doctor's arm over her own and helped him on his way. "Oh, Grandfather, come on. . ."

"Yes. . . I'm not so young, you know. . . . ."

"I know."

As they started on, a very nervous Barbara got by Ian and Emma. "Are you sure this is the right way?"

Ian nodded. "Yes, I think so."

Barbara's voice started shaking. "I can't remember. I. . .I simply can't remember. . . ."

She broke down, sobbing on Ian's chest. He pat her back reassuringly. Emma gave her a small comforting smile, "Oh, Miss Wright, it's going to be alright! We're free! That's something, right?"

"I believe you're right, yes. . ." Emma thought that she wasn't going to say anything else and started walking forward until. . . "Emma?" She stopped at the sound of her name and looked over her shoulder to Barbara. "Do you. . . Do you happen to know if we make it or not?"

The noirette thought about it for a moment and replied, "Considering that this show has been running for nearly sixty years, I believe that we'll make it!"

That brought some comfort to Barbara and she calmed back down. Still holding on to her, Ian started back after the Doctor and Susan and Emma - but an echoing bellow stopped the two schoolteachers cold. They forced themselves to go onward.

Some time went by and our travellers were dirty, sweaty, and exhausted. Yet still they forced themselves through the thickets. And their pace was growing more uncertain.

"I'm sure I remember this place. . . but we didn't come round it. We went across it." said Susan.

"Yes, th-th-there was a sort of trail. . . ." said Barbara.

"If that's true, we must be quite near the ship.' said Ian and he turned to the male Time Lord. "How are you feeling?"

He simply waved him away. "Oh, I'm all right. Don't keep looking upon me as the weakest state of the. . ."

Barbara suddenly stopped, gasping in terror. Ian grabbed her, looking where she was looking. "What‘s the matter?"

"I don’t know. I don’t know. Something over there, in the bushes. . ."

The Doctor was trying to hide his own fright. "Oh, what nonsense!"

"The bushes moved! I saw them! I saw them! Oh, we're never going to get out of this awful place! Never, never, never. . ."

Ian hugged her, trying to calm her down.

Susan turned to the Doctor, "What do you think she could have seen, Grandfather?"

"No! Sheer nonsense, child. Imagination."

". . .no we won't. We're going to get back to the ship, and then we'll be safe." Ian said to Barbara who was sobbing.

"Oh Ian, what's happening to us?"

"Look, Barbara! We got out of the cave, didn't we?"

A growl rumbled through the forest but nobody seemed to have heard or they were far too tired to concern themselves with this. Emma was rubbing her legs as an attempt to stay warm. It was a bad time for her to wear shorts.

"I’m so cold." said Susan who was also trying to warm herself.

Emma, knowing that she would probably regret it, sighed as she removed her hoodie and gave it to Susan. "Here, this will do for now." And she was right, she already regretted her choice. Not only was she wearing shorts but also a sleeveless shirt. The hoodie was the only thing that was keeping her warm from her waist and up. "Just-- Just, if you can, make sure my stuff won't fall out the pocket. 'Kay?"

Susan accepted the hoodie gratefully with a weak smile. "Thank you, Emma." She held the younger girl's coat and helped her put the hoodie on. Then she gave her the coat. She asked her if it was alright. Susan nodded, "Yes. Thanks."

Mopping his head with a handkerchief and slightly ignoring the conversation between his granddaughter and the strange female, he said. "Oh, I'm hot with all this exertion."

"We'll rest for a couple of minutes." said Ian.

"Oh, good. Is there any chance of them following us?" asked Susan.

"I expect so./Certainly." both the Doctor and Emma said simultaneously.

"Yes. That's why I don't want to stop here too long." said Ian.

"Do you think I want to?" said the Doctor.

"No. We'll change the order - you and Susan go in front, Barbara, Emma and I will bring up the rear. Susan seems to remember the way better than any of us."

The Doctor snorted. "You seem to have elected yourself leader of this little party."

"There isn't time to vote on it."

"Just as long as so you understand that I won't follow your orders blindly. . ."

"If there were only two of us, you could find your own way back to the ship!"

"Aren’t you are a tiresome young man!"

"And you're a stubborn old man! But you will lead, the girls in between, and I'll bring up the rear because that's the safest way! Barbara was probably right. I thought I heard something when we stopped back there."

"Oh, sheer imagination."

"Why are you so confident about it!?"

"Cause I won't allow myself to be frightened out of my wits by mere shadows. That's all!"

"Oh alright!"

He stormed away from Ian and back to the three huddled women who were sat on the ground. Ian followed. Susan put her hands into Emma's hoodie and felt the items which were in the pocket. A part of her wanted to take them out and see what they were but she thought it'd be best if she didn't. Though she planned on asking Emma later about it. Speaking of Emma, Susan looked at the female in question.

She blurted out, "Emma?" She looked at her and hummed in acknowledgement. "Why do you still believe that you are dreaming?"

She did not respond. Not at first at least. "It just doesn't make any sense to me. I mean, as I said, this is a television show. . . It can't be, well, real. I grew up watching the series. Well. . . The 2005 one and on but still." Susan pinched her on the arm. Emma winced and rubbed the place where she had been pinched. "Ouch!" She looked at Susan with wide eyes. "What was that for?"

"Sorry, but some humans say that if you pinch yourself when you're dreaming then you wake up."

"It hurts!"

"If it were a dream would it hurt?"

Emma opened her mouth to respond but realization dawned on her and she closed it with a distraught look. She looked down at her hands, she rubbed her legs, and did not speak again. What could she even say? 

Many things were going through her head, but she had to sort them out later. When they weren't in this situation. 

An hour passed and the travellers were still resting. Chesterton was the first one to get to his feet. "I think we'd better get going. Doctor, will you lead?"

The Doctor, still fanning himself with the handkerchief, got up. "Yes, yes yes yes."

"Come on, Barbara." He helped her up but as they started onward, Brabara stumbled and fell with a groan upon a bush. Right in front of the blood-splattered warthog. She screamed at the sight and Ian helped her to her knees, and held her. "Barbara, Barbara. . ."

Susan touched the creature gingerly. "A dead animal."

"It's just been killed. And by a larger animal too!" said the Doctor.

The rustling of branches alerted Ian and Emma. Ian turned to the group, "Shhh. That must be them. They've followed us - quick, quick, over there!" The party rushed across the path and out of sight. A few moments later, Za and Hur appeared. The travellers were perched behind a tree, watching the two cautious tribes-people. "Keep down, and not a sound. . ."

Za and Hur turned in a complete circle, scanning the shrubbery for any sign of the four strangers. The sound of a growl could be heard. Hur squinted at something and started forward but Za stopped her. "Wait! There is danger. I will go."

Hefting his axe, he started in the direction Hur had indicated. He moved slowly, toward a rustling bush that suddenly moved. Both tribes-people screamed as the creature pounced on him. The party watched in horror as the sounds of struggle and terror reached them. They climbed as one to their feet..

"Quick, now's our chance! Let's get away! Run!"

"We cannot just let them die!" Emma protested. "We have to help them."

"Miss Jones, this is not the time---"

Barbara grabbed at Ian. "I agree with Miss Jones. I don't care what they've done!!"

"Barbara!" Hur was sobbing nearby. "Barbara, Miss Jones, come on!"

She shook her head violently. "I think he's dead. . .there isn't any danger."

"Barbara! For heaven’s sake!"

"No!"

Emma helped Barbara to rip free of Ian and they ran towards the cavepeople, Ian lunged after the two female.

"I'm going too. . ." Susan said but the Doctor tried to hold her back.

"Susan, you stay here with me. . ."

"No, Grandfather, we can't le. . ."

"Silence, we're going back to the ship!"

"No!"

She also pushed herself towards the wounded tribesman.

"What are you doing!? They must be out of their minds!!"

The battle was over, and the creature had retreated back into the wood. Za was lying prone, moaning, his chest criss-crossed with jagged claw wounds. Hur was hunched over him, howling sounds of grief. She reacted as Ian approached, knife in hand. "No, keep away!"

"Let me look at him."

"No!"

"I am your friend, you understand? Friend. I want to help you."

Hur looked uncertain. "Friend. . . .?"

"I want water."

"Water. . ."

"Go and fetch some water for his wounds." said Emma as she knelt beside Ian.

Hur paused for a moment, she decided and pointed behind her. "Water is there."

"Please, show me." said Barbara. She turned to Ian. "Give me your handkerchief."

He got his handkerchief out. "There you are."

Barbara took it and led Hur with her out of view. Ian and Emma opened the caveman's furs wider to take a better look at the wounds. The Doctor still stood by their hiding spot. A pleading look from Susan finally brought him up to the rest of the party. Hur and Barbara returned with the now wet handkerchief.

"Is he all right...?" asked Susan in worry.

"I think so." said Ian.

Emma pulled the stone axe out of Za's hand. The stone blade was noticeably missing. "He must have buried his axe-head in the animal." She took the handkerchief from Barbara. She looked at Ian. "I'll give it back, Mr. Chesterton."

He nodded and Emma squeezed it over Za's chest, dripping water down on the wounds. Barbara had wet down her own handkerchief and used it on Za's forehead.

"Water comes out of the skin!" Hur said in amazement.

Ian laughed. "Yes." Emma wiped away at the chest wounds. "I think most of this is the animal's blood."

"Oh, good." said Susan.

"There's a scar on the side of his head. . ." Barbara said.

"Well, we've lost our chance of getting away." Ian said, then, amused, he turned to Barbara. "Your flat must be littered with stray cats and dogs. . ."

"They are human beings, Ian."

"Yes."

He touched a raw spot, making Za moan loudly. The two schoolteachers and Emma tried to keep him still as Hur whimpered. The Doctor stepped forward. "What exactly do you think you're doing?"

"Have you got any antiseptic in the ship?"

Susan nodded. "Yes, lots."

"One minute ago, we were trying desperately to get away from these savages---" said the Doctor, only to be interrupted by Ian.

"All right. Now we're helping them. You're a doctor, do something!"

He scoffed. "I'm not a doctor of medicine."

Susan piped in, "Grandfather, we can make friends with them.

"Oh don't be ridiculous, child!"

Emma and Barbara were fuming with rage. The latter was about to speak but the former was far angrier that she beat her to it. "Will you stop that?! Why do you treat everybody and everything as something less important than yourself!?"

"You're trying to say that everything you do is reasonable and everything I do is inhuman. But I'm afraid your judgement's at fault here, Miss Jones. Not mine."

"I can't believe it." scoffed Emma with a dry laugh and looked into his eyes as she continued. "I am not saying what we do is logical. Me, Mr. Chesterton and Miss Wright are just doing what is humane. This is humanity! You--- You have two hearts! What's the point in having them if you can't show a little compassion?!"

Ian and Barbara froze at the news. Wait, two hearts? The Doctor was momentarily stunned by her response, his breath shaking a little but he quickly collected himself and said rather coldly, "Haven't you realised if these two people can follow these, or any of these people can follow us, the whole tribe might descend upon us at any moment?"

"The tribe is asleep!" Hur said.

"And what about the old woman who cut our bonds, hmm? You understand?"

Hur thought about it but couldn't add it up. She looked at Ian in confusion. He responded.  "He's right. We're too exposed here." He got up "We'll make a stretcher and carry him."

"You're not going to take him back to the ship?" asked the Doctor, appalled.

Ian took off his coat. "Take your coat off, Barbara. Susan, Emma, try to find me two poles. Long ones, fairly straight."

"The old woman won't give us away. She helped us." said Barbara to the Doctor.

"You think so? They have logic and reason, have they? Can't you see their minds change as rapidly as night and day? She's probably telling the whole tribe at this very moment!"

The efforts to construct a makeshift stretcher continued, but. . . "It's not going to work like this. . ." said Ian.

Susan got up and took off her own coat. Bundling it up into a pillow, she started to put it under Za's head. Hur jumped at her. "Noooo! He is mine!"

Susan jumped back, yelping. She huddled near Emma. "I was only trying to help!!"

"It's alright Susan." Emma said as she gave her a reassuring smile. "You did good." She looked at Hur. "She just doesn't understand that. She is, uh, jealous of you."

"I don't understand what you are doing! You are like a. . .like a mother to the child. Why do you not kill??" asked Hur, sounding rather demanding.

"How can we explain to her? She doesn't understand kindness, friendship. . ." Ian said.

"We will make him well again. We will teach you how to make fire. In return, you show us the way back to. . ..to our cave." said Barbara to Hur, slowly and gently.

Hur was uncertain. She looked down at Za and he spoke very weakly, "Listen to them. They do not kill. . ."

She thought again. Ian decided not to wait for the answer. "Come on, let's get on with this stretcher. Let's try the sleeves inside. . . .that's it. . ."

"Water" Za's voice was hoarse as he spoe.

Hur murmured in the affirmative to him. She got up, only to face the haughty stare of the Doctor. Matching the stare, she went on toward the pool.

"How about giving us a hand, Doctor?" asked Ian who noticed the stare.

The Doctor turned his back on the party. Susan said, "He's always like this if he doesn't get his own way."

Unseen from the rest of the party, a faint smile whispered across the Doctor's face. He turned to face the party again.

"Well, the old woman won't give us away. And now that we've got these two on our side, we should get back to the ship." said Emma though she did not sound certain.

"Yes."

The Doctor knelt down and picked up Za's stone knife but Ian grabbed the Doctor's wrist. "Get your hand off me!"

"What are you doing?"

"W-well, I-I-I was going to get him to draw our way back to the TARDIS."

Glaring suspiciously at the Doctor, Ian let go of him. "We've been too long as it is. Is the stretcher ready?"

"Yes." said Barbara.

"All right." He turned to the Doctor. "You take one end of it."

"You don't expect me to carry him, do you?"

"Do you want the women to do the job for you?"

Snarling, he replied. "Oh, very well!!"

The party gathered around Za. "Right, move him over very carefully. . ." Za groaned as they turned him. Hur cried out in sympathy. "Now, back again, gently. . ."

"Carefully. . ." said Barbara.

They deposited him on the stretcher, using one of the furs to wrap him in.

"Good, good. Right, now Susan, Emma, you get in front with her."

The party had finally reached the end of the forest. They were now in the desert and the sky was now as dark as ink. 

"Hold the branches back, girls.

The two pushed away the last of the tree branches, to a welcome sight which caused Emma to grin widely in relief. The two girls cheered, "The TARDIS! There's the TARDIS!"

Suddenly, several of the tribe rise from places of concealment, their spears ready.

"Back! Get back!" Ian warned them

They turned to face Kal and several cavemen at his side. Barbara screamed.

[alrightsnaps]

Companions + The One That Got Away

[timelord4eve]

Even if they destroy planets

[the-greatest-duke-of-hell]

Ok i just made the worst mistake in history

I showed my mom Doctor Who

Worst things she said:

"David Tennant has a really weird face (...) why is he doing that with his face?"

"The Docor crealry doesn't love Rose, just look at them"

"Which is Donna again? Ohh the fat one right?"

"Bowties are so not cool"

"Amy is a slut"

"It's bullshit a person can have more shadows"

"Is this annoying noise really necessary" (the sound of the TARDIS)

"But he is just a psychopath. He blew up his own planet. He's the villain in this story not the hero"

"River is a bitch i liked the fat one more"

I'm so not doing it again!

I'M DONE