She Doesn't Need Me

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Takes place close to two weeks after the end of Breaking Point. Rose and the metacrisis Doctor have been around for close to one month.

Pronunciations:
Kanari = kA nar E
Ornanithian = or na nith E an
Tinclathian = tin cla thE an
Jaharian = ja hair E an
Otinata = O tin a ta

He could feel the time lines around him, always moving, always changing, often being rewritten. For the most part, he could put that information in the background and try not think about it, but not right now. The time lines were coalescing into a fixed point. A moment that had to happen. It could be something big, or it could be a tiny little thing that will eventually lead to something big. Either way, his instinct is telling him to get away before he messes it up, whatever it is.

Except Rose Tyler has wandered off, again, and after she roamed off, so did his double. But his double could do whatever the hell he wanted to, since he knew what he was doing.

'So does Rose,' a rebellious part of his mind reminded him. Even before having been trapped in another universe, Rose had gotten to the point where she could usually hold her own. But now that Rose had traveled countless realities on her own, she didn't need him anymore.

They both wound up wandering off at different times. If they had went together, he'd be sure that they were still together. His other self had joked about still owing Rose a, what was it? "Quick rut against a wall." He claimed that he was looking for the perfect place. Maybe that's what they were doing?

Humans and their sex drive. He rolled his eyes. Never mind that neither of them was exactly human, or that he himself was currently a little...overzealous? passionate? eager? rabid? no, not rabid that sounds like-no, just no- fervid maybe? It was all the bond's fault that he was acting like a randy 80 year old. Anyway, he was sure that he was going to find his other self and Rose hidden just out of sight somewhere.

They were on Otinata in the 1400s by Earth reckoning, a level 6 planet, which was home to two sentient species, both of similar intelligence levels to humans in the 21st through 25th centuries, but with technology closer to humans of the 29th century. During this time, the Tinclathians were the ruling class. They believed that they were the more advanced species. Not all of them, of course, never all, but enough that the Ornanithians couldn't hold positions of power within the government and were treated as second class citizens.

It was a failing of all sentient species, to have periods where one group of people would try to control another group, believing themselves to be the superior race.

He had chatted up an Ornanithian shopkeeper selling communications devices. The guy was friendly, maybe a bit too friendly. From him, he learned what day it was, and allusions were made to plans that some of his friends were making.

He needed to find Rose and his human twin, now. The Ornanithian Revolution begins today, and it was a very bloody week. Equal rights was always something fought hard for.

This was something that needed to happen, and he wanted to get off of Otinata as soon as possible.

Suddenly, he felt a pulse of adrenaline from his counterpart, followed quickly by pain, then the usual feeling of his presence all but went out. He tried to contact him, tried to wake him up through their link, but a moment later, the feeling of his counterpart disappeared completely.

No, no, no, no, no. It can't be, he was only a month old! He had to find Rose, NOW. He pulled out his sonic to look for huon readings, knowing that there should only be two sources of them, and the TARDIS was shielded.