The Rose Tyler Diaries (Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Torchwood..Again?!

The room is dark. Musty. Water drips somewhere, creating an ominous atmosphere. I struggle to breathe, there's no ventilation. My hands are bound and my hair greasy. I hear footsteps. A heavy door opens, a torch is shining in my face. "Rose Tyler, I've been looking very, very hard for you."

"Rose I hope you have no negative feelings towards me, I'm doing this for your own good." My Torchwood boss Miss O'Riley smiles, patting my arm before lifting a large needle from a tray next to the hospital bed I'm bound to. No one's giving me any answers but I assume I'm in the hospital wing in  Torchwood. I don't know where the Doctor or Inara are.

For days they've poked needles in me. I'm just waiting for the torture to start. Miss O'Riley stabs the needle in my shoulder, a burning pain erupts from a spot already been injected. I can't cry anymore. Miss O'Riley takes out the needle, smiles to me and sits at the edge of my bed as far from me as possible.

"Rose. This.."baby" of yours is liability. She's dangerous to you, to us. To England. I guess you have some questions, fire away."
"Where are..they? The Doctor.. and Inara." I'm so weak, I can barely spit out my sentences.
"They're just down the corridor, Rose! They're perfectly okay I assure you. The Doctor is in one of our Alien cells. It's very clean and well.. private. The child is in the testing room next door, similar to this one. She's under sedatives so she doesn't scream the entire house down."
"Why am I here? How did I get here?"

"Rose we well, we drugged you and the Doctor to get you here. Taking Inara was easy enough, silly pet you left her on her own in that charming police box. We heard news that the dissapearing Rose Tyler was back in town and we just had  to have you. Of course when we got word of this timebaby we of course couldn't resist. So she's being tested and as far as I'm concerned she can rot in the deepest corners of hell because she is no good. Her thoughts tell us."
"You're reading her thoughts?" I scream, my mind flickering back to my last Torchwood visit - the tortureous devices used to read my thoughts. Test my sanity.

"Well of course. How else were we going to get anything out of her, she's a "baby". All she says It's timey-fucking-wimey." I'm seeing red. I suddenely become overwhelmed with exhaustion and find my eyelids heavy. I slip into sleep as Miss O'Riley smirks one last time before sauntering out of my room.