Repercussions: Prologue

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A/N:  Repercussions is the story of alt!Ten and alt!Rose from A Place in Time and is part of the Time Eternal series, but not a direct sequel to anything.  More of a sideways sequel.  It's a romance chock-full of action/adventure, scads of angst, and a happy ending.  If you've read it before there will be a slight rewrite going on, but nothing of great magnitude.  If you haven't read A Place in Time the basic set-up is this.  The Rose of this story travelled with Ten, but he didn't love her, they were only ever best mates.  She loved him.  The Ten of this story permanently lost his Rose in Doomsday and destroyed two universes trying to get back to his Rose whom he loved passionately.  Our Rose, in a burst of Bad Wolf/Rose Plus power put these two lost souls together, supposedly having erased all of their "old" memories.  Not all of it took.

Prologue:  This Rose, That Doctor

In the end it comes down to one thing and one thing only. I am alone here. There will be no last minute hero coming in to save the day. There will be no happy ending. No gentle smile to warm me through and let me know I am not alone. From this moment on there will be nothing. No light to shine through this darkness. No arms to hold me as I fight my way through the fear. No hand to hold, no feet to walk beside mine. No hope of rescue. I watch my heart disappear as the Doctor falls into the Void. That’s why I let go. I feel myself die.

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Repercussions: Prologue

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A/N:  Repercussions is the story of alt!Ten and alt!Rose from A Place in Time and is part of the Time Eternal series, but not a direct sequel to anything.  More of a sideways sequel.  It's a romance chock-full of action/adventure, scads of angst, and a happy ending.  If you've read it before there will be a slight rewrite going on, but nothing of great magnitude.  If you haven't read A Place in Time the basic set-up is this.  The Rose of this story travelled with Ten, but he didn't love her, they were only ever best mates.  She loved him.  The Ten of this story permanently lost his Rose in Doomsday and destroyed two universes trying to get back to his Rose whom he loved passionately.  Our Rose, in a burst of Bad Wolf/Rose Plus power put these two lost souls together, supposedly having erased all of their "old" memories.  Not all of it took.

Prologue:  This Rose, That Doctor

In the end it comes down to one thing and one thing only. I am alone here. There will be no last minute hero coming in to save the day. There will be no happy ending. No gentle smile to warm me through and let me know I am not alone. From this moment on there will be nothing. No light to shine through this darkness. No arms to hold me as I fight my way through the fear. No hand to hold, no feet to walk beside mine. No hope of rescue. I watch my heart disappear as the Doctor falls into the Void. That’s why I let go. I feel myself die.

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Repercussions (2/55)

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Chapter Two:  The TARDIS Weeps

I try not to let the blind sense of panic overwhelm me, shoving it hard to some other place in my brain. I have to be wrong. I must be. It is just the thought that we could have died that makes him be more affectionate than normal. I force the muscles that have tensed for flight to relax and eventually we shake out our limbs and stand up, the Doctor’s hand automatically reaching for mine. This at least is normal.  He never has qualms about holding hands, uses it often to pull me along at speed.

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We wander through the halls of a Torchwood in chaos, so many humans still in such a state of fear. It isn’t possible for them to know it is over, that the threat is defeated. So many people are cowering in cupboards, under desks, in supply closets. It is easy enough for us to slip down to the TARDIS unaccosted.

The Doctor puts his key in the lock of the TARDIS and pulls his hand away, shaking it as if burned. “What happened?” I ask barely trusting my own voice to speak.

“Don’t know. Some kind of shock,” he says. “Maybe Torchwood tried to booby-trap her.” He reaches back hesitantly but finds no negative response this time. The key turns in the lock and we are soon back in the familiar safety of the Doctor’s beloved ship.

I place my hand on one of the support pillars and find myself overwhelmed with a sadness so severe I burst into tears. I pull my hand away as the ship shudders within my head. And the singing I can always hear in the back of my mind whenever I touch the TARDIS, the singing that has been there since I’d once absorbed part of her heart, sounds like sobbing instead.

“What’s wrong, Rose?” the Doctor asks and he is instantly by my side. He wraps his arms around me. But I can’t find the words as he holds me to him. I am confused beyond the telling of it. “Was it just the day? Did it overwhelm you?” he asks.

“Can we go see my mum and dad?” I asks. I need mum’s stability at the moment. Not that the Doctor will ever see my mother as quite stable. She’d almost gotten a ride in the TARDIS this morning, until I’d reminded the Doctor she was still on board as he was about to dematerialize. That thought shakes me through. If she’d come with us…

Even though she hadn’t, that doesn’t mean she was safe at home. I remember how the ghost had materialized in her kitchen and that the ghosts had turned out to be Cybermen and hers was certainly not Grandpa Prentiss. Mum is clever and if anyone can make it through something like a Cyberman in every home, it will be her. Dad will have been at work.  And that may be his downfall.

The Doctor looks uncertain as I pull away from him and raise my eyes to his. “It’s possible your parents…” He trails off, unwilling to finish that sentence.

“I know. But I need to know.” I close my eyes as I think about my parents. If they haven’t survived, what would I do without them?

As if reading my mind the Doctor tells me, "You will always have a home with me, Rose.  No matter what happens to your parents.  You know that, don't you?"  His eyes are liquid and warm as they gaze at me.

I nod mutely, clamping down hard on my surprise.  It is yet another indicator to me that something is off about him and that tiny ball of anxiety that is in my stomach increases. The Doctor moves to the controls of the TARDIS, frowning as he sets the coordinates.

“She doesn’t feel right,” he says under his breath. I move forward and place a hand against the console and again feel the intense flash of grief from the TARDIS.  She is as aware as I am that something isn't right.  Then I realize what it is.

“She’s mourning,” I say unsure how I know this, but know it I do.

He frowns, focusing within his mind, and I see him nod his head minutely. “She is, though I can’t see what makes her mourn.  She's...she's hiding it from me." He looks worried as he finishes programming the ship and it takes off a bit sluggishly.

Usually we materialize around the corner from the Powell Estate, but today the Doctor lands the ship inside my bedroom in my parent's flat. It takes me a moment to screw up my courage and go out in search of my family. Fright overpowers me at what I see.

Pt. 3:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/58967.html

Repercussions (2/55)

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Chapter Two:  The TARDIS Weeps

I try not to let the blind sense of panic overwhelm me, shoving it hard to some other place in my brain. I have to be wrong. I must be. It is just the thought that we could have died that makes him be more affectionate than normal. I force the muscles that have tensed for flight to relax and eventually we shake out our limbs and stand up, the Doctor’s hand automatically reaching for mine. This at least is normal.  He never has qualms about holding hands, uses it often to pull me along at speed.

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We wander through the halls of a Torchwood in chaos, so many humans still in such a state of fear. It isn’t possible for them to know it is over, that the threat is defeated. So many people are cowering in cupboards, under desks, in supply closets. It is easy enough for us to slip down to the TARDIS unaccosted.

The Doctor puts his key in the lock of the TARDIS and pulls his hand away, shaking it as if burned. “What happened?” I ask barely trusting my own voice to speak.

“Don’t know. Some kind of shock,” he says. “Maybe Torchwood tried to booby-trap her.” He reaches back hesitantly but finds no negative response this time. The key turns in the lock and we are soon back in the familiar safety of the Doctor’s beloved ship.

I place my hand on one of the support pillars and find myself overwhelmed with a sadness so severe I burst into tears. I pull my hand away as the ship shudders within my head. And the singing I can always hear in the back of my mind whenever I touch the TARDIS, the singing that has been there since I’d once absorbed part of her heart, sounds like sobbing instead.

“What’s wrong, Rose?” the Doctor asks and he is instantly by my side. He wraps his arms around me. But I can’t find the words as he holds me to him. I am confused beyond the telling of it. “Was it just the day? Did it overwhelm you?” he asks.

“Can we go see my mum and dad?” I asks. I need mum’s stability at the moment. Not that the Doctor will ever see my mother as quite stable. She’d almost gotten a ride in the TARDIS this morning, until I’d reminded the Doctor she was still on board as he was about to dematerialize. That thought shakes me through. If she’d come with us…

Even though she hadn’t, that doesn’t mean she was safe at home. I remember how the ghost had materialized in her kitchen and that the ghosts had turned out to be Cybermen and hers was certainly not Grandpa Prentiss. Mum is clever and if anyone can make it through something like a Cyberman in every home, it will be her. Dad will have been at work.  And that may be his downfall.

The Doctor looks uncertain as I pull away from him and raise my eyes to his. “It’s possible your parents…” He trails off, unwilling to finish that sentence.

“I know. But I need to know.” I close my eyes as I think about my parents. If they haven’t survived, what would I do without them?

As if reading my mind the Doctor tells me, "You will always have a home with me, Rose.  No matter what happens to your parents.  You know that, don't you?"  His eyes are liquid and warm as they gaze at me.

I nod mutely, clamping down hard on my surprise.  It is yet another indicator to me that something is off about him and that tiny ball of anxiety that is in my stomach increases. The Doctor moves to the controls of the TARDIS, frowning as he sets the coordinates.

“She doesn’t feel right,” he says under his breath. I move forward and place a hand against the console and again feel the intense flash of grief from the TARDIS.  She is as aware as I am that something isn't right.  Then I realize what it is.

“She’s mourning,” I say unsure how I know this, but know it I do.

He frowns, focusing within his mind, and I see him nod his head minutely. “She is, though I can’t see what makes her mourn.  She's...she's hiding it from me." He looks worried as he finishes programming the ship and it takes off a bit sluggishly.

Usually we materialize around the corner from the Powell Estate, but today the Doctor lands the ship inside my bedroom in my parent's flat. It takes me a moment to screw up my courage and go out in search of my family. Fright overpowers me at what I see.

Pt. 3:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/58967.html

Repercussions (3/55)

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Chapter Three:  Wrecked

Everywhere I look my home is a disaster area. The main window is smashed to pieces, the furniture overturned, and the kitchen looks like some kind of last stand has been waged there. This is actually pretty normal for our kitchen, so I dismiss that part of it at least.

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Repercussions (3/55)

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Chapter Three:  Wrecked

Everywhere I look my home is a disaster area. The main window is smashed to pieces, the furniture overturned, and the kitchen looks like some kind of last stand has been waged there. This is actually pretty normal for our kitchen, so I dismiss that part of it at least.

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Repercussions (4/55)

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Chapter Four:  Answering the Phone

My mum stares at the phone as if it is something she’s never seen before, something that makes her draw in upon herself and cringe with fear. I know that look, I’ve seen it before often enough when she is worried about my dad. Dad has a reckless streak a mile wide. Sometimes I wonder how he’s survived the last twenty-two years.

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Repercussions (4/55)

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Chapter Four:  Answering the Phone

My mum stares at the phone as if it is something she’s never seen before, something that makes her draw in upon herself and cringe with fear. I know that look, I’ve seen it before often enough when she is worried about my dad. Dad has a reckless streak a mile wide. Sometimes I wonder how he’s survived the last twenty-two years.

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Repercussions (5/55)

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Chapter Five:  Flight

Bumpy ride is an understatement. The ship pitches and yaws as we dematerialize and shakes the entire time we are in flight. Mum grips the railing tightly, her eyes grimly determined. I want to say something of comfort to her but my teeth are shaking so much I'm afraid I'll bite through my tongue if I try. Instead my mind races blindly ahead to what we might find. Dad, injured, perhaps dying, half out of his mind in pain.

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Repercussions (5/55)

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Chapter Five:  Flight

Bumpy ride is an understatement. The ship pitches and yaws as we dematerialize and shakes the entire time we are in flight. Mum grips the railing tightly, her eyes grimly determined. I want to say something of comfort to her but my teeth are shaking so much I'm afraid I'll bite through my tongue if I try. Instead my mind races blindly ahead to what we might find. Dad, injured, perhaps dying, half out of his mind in pain.

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