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Myfanwy 2

The Stolen Earth Incident - Chapter Fifteen

The Stolen Earth Incident - Chapter Fifteen
Author: Milady Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): JackHarkness/Ianto Jones, Toshiko Sato/Kathy Swanson, Owen Harper/Diane Holmes, Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Martha Jones/Tom Milligan, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
Warnings: Language, Violence, Angst, Temporary Character Death (It's Jack), Perceived Character Death, Minor Character Death. 
Spoilers: Thru S2, E13, "Fragments" and "Exit Wounds", the audio play "Lost Souls" for Torchwood, S4, E12 and E13, "The Stolen Earth" and "Journey's End" for Doctor Who.  Slight spoilers for the movie, "Iron Man" 
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better. Don't own Doctor Who, Sarah Jane Adventures, or the Marvel Cinematic Universe, either
Author's Note:  Here it is, the Dragon-Verse version of "Stolen Earth" and "Journey's End". 

Summary:  The Earth has been stolen.  There are twenty-six other planets in the sky.  The Daleks are raining death down from the sky.  It's the end of the world.



30 April 2009

London

 

Rose closed the laptop and then jumped to her feet.  This was her chance. 

The Doctor could only have been headed to Earth.  He’d have been following Torchwood’s signal. 

But there was no guarantee that the Daleks wouldn’t have been able to trace the TARDIS.  She just needed to get there first.

She fetched her gun, from where she’d set it on the dining room table.  As she slid it over her shoulder, she had her phone out. 

Coulson answered before it had even completed the first ring. 

“I need another shift,” she said.  “Centre me on the TARDIS, as fast as you can.”

“Stand by,” came the sharp reply.

Her heart was positively thundering.  Rose took a deep breath, trying to reign in her excitement, but it just wouldn’t be contained.  She was finally going to see the Doctor again!

Both Wilfred and Sylvia were looking at her, and it was then that Rose realised she was practically bouncing in place.  “Right,” she said, her voice high-pitched.  It would have been embarrassing if she’d particularly cared.  “I’m going to find him.”  She grinned crazily.  “Wish me luck!”

It was the end of the world, and she was still acting like a giddy schoolgirl going on a date with her crush. 

Sylvia still seemed a little wary, but she nodded.  “Good luck!”

Wilfred had this look on his face, as if his words were some sort of prayer.  “Good luck, sweetheart.”

Rose felt the familiar tugging that accompanied the shift, and suddenly she was gone from their lounge.

She appeared on a completely deserted street.  Abandoned cars were splayed across the road, a couple of them looking as if they’d been in some sort of fire.  Daleks, it must have been, and she remembered Sarah Jane saying that the Daleks were rounding up people.  They had to have fired upon the vehicles.

She didn’t look inside.  She didn’t want to.

Eyes tracked down the street, searching for that familiar blue box that had been her home for such a long time.  Rose didn’t notice it at first, and then…there it was, down the block, looking so innocuous, as if it belonged there.

Donna Noble was standing just outside, in a purple blouse with a long leather coat.  She was partially obscured by a tall man with wild brown hair, his back to Rose, his own coat almost reaching the tops of the high-top trainers he was wearing.

Donna must have noticed her standing there, because she moved her head in Rose’s direction.  She said something, but Rose wasn’t a lip reader, but whatever it was it made the man turn around.

Of course, it was the Doctor.  She would have known him anywhere.

For a split second, Rose was stunned into motionlessness.  Seeing him, after all this time…it was like a punch to the heart.  She’d so often dreamed of seeing him again, of breathing the same air, of being able to touch and be touched in return…it had been her fantasy the entire time she’d been in that alternate dimension, and even though there had been the work on the Dimension Cannon a part of her had despaired of ever being back on the same planet as him.

He hadn’t changed a bit.

Realising that, it was the impetus for her feet to start moving.  Rose wasn’t even aware that she was running until she was most of the way down the street, and the Doctor was running toward her as well, the tails of his coat flying behind him as he sprinted closer.

Every emotion she’d ever felt for this man had narrowed down into one sharp, painful throb just under her breastbone, like a stitch in the side that one would get from running forever.  And she had been; she’d been running toward this moment from the very second the dimension walls had sealed, leaving her trapped on the opposite side, separated from the one man she’d wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

And he looked to be as glad to see her as she was of him.

That joy was oh-so-ever short-lived.

Neither one of them saw the Dalek rolling toward the end of the street until it was far too late.

The sound of its gun echoed over the stillness of the street.  That deadly blue light struck the Doctor in the side, and he went down onto the pavement, hard. 

Rose came to a stop, unable to breathe let alone move.  She’d come this far, and the object of her near-obsession for so many years had just been shot by a Dalek.

She had her gun slung around and in her hands without even thinking about it, but she didn’t have time to use it.

A strange, soft whistling sound passed by her right ear, and she instinctively ducked.  As she watched, the object that had flown by her – an arrow, her brain supplied in disbelief – hit the Dalek right in the eyestalk.

It exploded.

There was a high-pitched whine from the Dalek as its single eye was destroyed.

It was followed by another whine, this was long and strident.  A bright blue beam followed the path of the arrow, striking the body of the Dalek.

It blew into a million pieces.

Just like Rose’s heart.

Someone ran past her, and she recognised Jack by the blue of the RAF coat, like the one he’d had when she’d first met him.  Another man was with him, this one in a black jacket and jeans, with a quiver on his back and a bow in his hand, arrow nocked to the string in readiness.

That got Rose moving.

Somehow, she managed to get to the Doctor before the others, and just as Donna Noble was sliding to her knees beside the Doctor’s head.  She dumped her gun onto the concrete and knelt beside him, stroking his head with her hand. 

The Doctor’s face was twisted in pain, and he whimpered slightly even as he was staring up at her, wonder in his eyes.  He tried to smile, but it was more of a grimace as the agony at being shot ground him down.

“I’ve got you,” she choked, tears clogging her throat.  She also attempted a smile, but she knew it just didn’t work.  She wanted to scream and rail at the universe, for letting them get this close and yet to take him away from her now.

“Rose,” he whispered her name like it was the most precious thing in the world.

She brushed the hair away from his forehead.  “Hi,” was all she could think to say.

“Long time, no see.”  His voice was weak, filled with pain.

“Well, you know…been busy.”  It wasn’t at all what she’d wanted to say, but her brain just came up with that.

The Doctor convulsed sharply, wringing a gasp from him.

“Oh god, please don’t die…”  She didn’t have the Bad Wolf with her this time.  She couldn’t use the Vortex to bring him back, like she had Jack.  Rose was helpless to stop what was going to happen next.

A hand tucked itself under her arm, tugging her up gently.  “We need to get him into the TARDIS.”  It was Jack, and Rose was torn between fighting him and hugging him to bits.

The second man – and a small part of her mind that was still rational told her it was Clint Barton – handed his bow to Jack and was levering the Doctor to his feet, Donna helping.  Jack had Rose up, and she reached down for her gun before letting him lead her, covering them all with the truly enormous gun he had slung over his shoulder by a wide strap. 

The TARDIS doors were open by the time she got there, her feet taking her where she needed to go without Rose even thinking about it.  She was too busy concentrating on the Doctor, hanging limply from Clint Barton’s grasp on his waist as the archer slung him into the time machine and up the ramp to the console.  He set the Time Lord down onto the grating carefully, and Rose was kneeling beside him once more, barely registering the TARDIS doors being closed.

Rose wasn’t even aware of the tears spilling from her eyes, but the agony was too much to keep inside.  Donna was beside her, looking equally upset, demanding that something be done to help the Doctor, whose movements were getting weaker.

This wasn’t how this was supposed to end.  Rose was supposed to find the Doctor, help him save the universe, and then they were going to go travelling again.  He wasn’t supposed to be dying on the floor of his TARDIS as the Daleks tore the Earth apart.

“Rose,” Jack’s commanding voice broke into her emotional state, “you need to step away.  He’s dying, and you know what happens next.”

“What do you mean?” Donna demanded.

It was obvious the Doctor hadn’t gotten around to explaining regeneration to her yet. 

“But you can’t,” Rose whimpered.  “I’ve come all this way…”

Jack’s hands were on her once more, pulling her away from the Doctor.  Already Rose could see the tell-tale golden glow skittering across his skin like a temporal St Elmo’s Fire, and it was all she could do not to fight against her friend as she was dragged away from the man she loved.

“What do you mean?” Donna repeated, sounding a combination of pissed off and panicked.  “What’s gonna happen now?”

Jack had his arm around Rose on one side, and Donna on the other.  Rose watched as the glow intensified.  “When he’s…dying,” she swallowed on that single word, “his body repairs itself.  He changes…” 

God, this couldn’t be happening! 

The force of his regeneration had the Doctor on his feet.  Throwing his head back, he cried out as the gold surrounded him…





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