AUTHOR: Laura H
FANDOM: Doctor Who
CATEGORY: Angst, Romance, Ten/Rose
SPOILERS: Season 1, TCI, CiN special and kinda sorta Doomsday
The Doctor’s earlier buzz of energy was building, only now frustration was threatening to turn it into hysteria. Grim faces, huddled against the rain, surrounded him and he felt suffocated.
Where was she?
Where had that come from?
Black umbrellas filled his vision and his head swam. He forced his way onwards not knowing which way he was supposed to go. The crowd disorientated him and rainwater flowed in cascades over his face and neck. Still the faces ignored him.
It surprised him therefore when one of them stopped suddenly, tilted their umbrella upwards and sidestepped into his path.
“Stop,” said the woman, smartly dressed in the navy blue uniform of a nearby bank. She didn’t look like someone who was accustomed to sudden outbursts in the middle of the street. Her face was expressionless; her eyes blank. The Doctor knew that she was not acting of her own free will.
“What did you say?”
“Bad Wolf approaches, Doctor. You must stop.”
“Yes! Yes I know! Something’s close. What is it? Do you know?”
“Turn around, Doctor. Turn around and you’ll find it. You’re almost there.”
“Find what?! What am I supposed to be looking for?” he cried, threading his hands into his hair in exasperation.
“Turn around, Doctor.”
Suddenly there was a noise behind him; a loud snarl that was incongruous on a city street like this.
He whirled around, seeing nothing, not expecting to and when he turned back, the woman was gone, the dark blue of her suit blending back in with the ranks of rain soaked Londoners. He wondered if she even remembered speaking.
Turn around, she had said. So he did.
The day was not going well. Rose had lost her brolly five minutes ago as a freak wind had picked up, swiping it from her grasp and into the road, where the front wheel of a double-decker had destroyed it completely. Now she found herself in front of the tube station, arguing with a London Transport worker in a bright yellow, high-viz vest. She felt like asking why he was wearing that stupid vest above ground, in the middle of the day. Didn’t he realise people could still see him without it?
“But I only need to go two stops to Henrik’s.”
“Sorry, love. Electrical outage. Whole of the Victoria Line’s shut down. Probably be out for the next hour.”
“I’m supposed to be back at work in 10 minutes. I’m already late.”
“You’ll have to get the bus then. The thirty-seven’ll take you where you need to go.”
Rose almost laughed when she realised that was the very bus that had demolished her umbrella, but her miserable mood detracted from the humour of the situation.
“I’ve just missed that one,” she whined, feeling increasingly sorry for herself.
“Sorry, love,” said the high-viz man and retreated back into the station, perhaps in search of more subdued lighting where he could best investigate the luminous properties of his vest.
So she was left to stand in the pouring rain, wet hair clinging to her face, coke stain down her front and mascara running in little black streams down her cheeks. Rose felt like crying.
An ambulance passed, it’s siren howling and Rose wondered what it was the sound reminded her of.
It was then she realised that she was being watched.
He was here. Finally.
A strange calm had washed over him, the sense of release that always came at the end of a long journey. In front of him, right there on this rain washed street, was the subject of his quest.
It was a girl and her name was Rose.
She didn’t recognise the man who looked at her so strangely, but Rose was certain she should know him. An indescribable sensation prickled her skin. The palms of her hands tingled. She knew this man. Of that she was certain. So, despite the unnerving way he stared at her and the small half smile that played around his lips, she wasn’t concerned. Just curious.
“Who are you?”
“Don’t you know who I am?”
And suddenly it seemed the city street was gone and instead they stood on the shores of a lake. The one from the dream that had earlier eluded her.
“I think…”, she began and then shook her head. “No, I don’t know who you are.”
“You’re Rose, aren’t you.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. A fire engulfing her. A sound wailing through the hills.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Rose, I want to show you something.” He held out his hand. “Do you trust me?”
Completely and overwhelmingly, Rose knew that she did, but reason had started to take hold. She wasn’t on a lake shore, she was on a busy street in the middle of London, half an hour late for work and looking like a drowned rat. Was she really going to take the hand of this man whom she’d just met and go with him so he could ‘show her something’? Hadn’t she listened to anything Charlie had said in those public information broadcasts?
“I don’t think so, mate.”
He pressed his lips together and dropped his hand, apparently unsurprised at her response.
“Ok.” He nodded his head, thinking and then said, “Do you know the old warehouse on Cutler Street?”
“Well, I’ll be there tonight. I think you should come and hear what I have to say. I think you want to hear it.”
“And if I don’t come?”
“Then I’ll be there tomorrow. And the day after that and the day after that.”
“And the day after that I suppose.”
“Actually, no,” he said, cocking his head to the side, “That day I’ve got a hair appointment.” Then he smiled broadly and Rose couldn’t help but smile back.
“Cutler Street warehouse,” he said and started to walk off down the street,. “Just look for the blue.”
Rose watched him go, wondering what he meant by ‘look for the blue’ and it was only when she could no longer see the top of his head bobbing above the surrounding people that she realised she didn’t even know his name.