Rebel's POV
"Are you sure the signals coming from in here? I mean it looks like a normal flat!" I mentioned as we stood outside a door. We had run up tons of flights of stairs and now we were just standing here. Suddenly The Doctor flopped to the ground and was face to face with a cat door, that was at the bottom of the door. You could tell whoever lived here didn't want strays, as the flap was nailed shut. The Doctor pulled out his Sonic Screwdriver and started to try to sonic the nails out. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms and tapped my foot on the ground impatiently.
The Doctor sheepishly looked up at me, and held out his hand. "Mine doesn't work on woo-" I passed him my Sonic Pen and watched as the nails fell straight out of the door. The faint sound of a woman talking very loudly and the sound of faint footsteps went unnoticed to The Doctor as a shadow loomed over the cat flap. The Doctor was still holding my Sonic in midair as a face peeked out of the cat flap. Rose's face looked bewildered as she closed the cat flap and unlocked the door. The Doctor tossed me my Sonic and stood. I was still fumbling with it as Rose opened the door.
"What're you doing here?" He asked, rather rudely. Rose glared at us as she answered. "I live here." "Well what do you do that for?" The Doctor commented as I snickered behind him. "And you! Why do you keep showing up!" She pointed to me and I just shrugged my shoulders. Smirking, I watched as Rose and The Doctor talked a bit back and forth, which lead to him asking if she was plastic, knocking her head, and turning to leave. "You both. Inside. Now!" She grabbed our leather jackets and pulled us inside, causing me to slam into the side of the wall with a thump. "Sorry." She called, and I scrunched up my nose and repeated sorry in a sarcastic voice.
The Doctor followed Rose through the small flat, as I flopped on the couch, hands behind my head, feet on the glass coffee table. "Who is that?" An older voice called, and startled the Doctor. "It's about last night, they're part of the inquiry." Rose turned to me and pulled me off the couch, making me stand next to The Doctor. An older blonde woman was sitting in a dressing robe, putting on makeup. "Just give us ten minutes." Rose finished, walking off to the kitchen. Before we could follow, the woman, stopped us. Complete ignoring me, she said, "She deserves compensation!" "We're talking millions." I jutted in. She turned to us and stared at The Doctor, making him uncomfortable. "I'm in my dressing gown." She tried to get The Doctor to notice her, but he looked like he wanted nothing to do with her. "Yes.... You are..." He awkwardly scratched his neck and tried to look down the hallway towers where Rose went. "There's a strange man in my bedroom." She stood up and walked slowly to us. Yes there is." He said and the look in his eyes said he anted to get out of here. He looked to me for help, but I was too busy snickering against the doorframe. "Where anything can happen.." She was almost face to face with him as he grabbed my hand and replied, "No." And we heard towards the kitchen. The Doctor headed for the living room, and I joined Rose in the kitchen.
"Don't mind the mess. Do you want coffee?" She asked us, holding a coffee pot. The Doctor didn't hear her, he was too busy commenting on a magazine, so I answered for both of us, "Yeah, coffee, coffee's great! Just milk for both of us. Thanks.." Rose nodded and started brewing the coffee. I looked out into the living room just to see the Doctor scatter a deck of cards. Rose was going off about how the Autons were just a joke, and that she didn't blame us. An odd shuffling noise came from behind the couch, and I jumped on it, looking down. A blur of plastic material, and I felt the missing arm latch onto my neck. I was grasping the arm, and trying to get air back into my lungs. The Doctor rushed to my side and started talking king and tugging at the arm. My face was going purple when Rose came out, not noticing the drastic thing happening.
3rd Person POV
"I told Mickey to chuck that ol' thing out. You're all the same, give someone a plastic hand. Anyway, don't even know your real names! Doctor and Rebel! What type of name is that?" Rose rambled. The Doctor's panicked face alerted Rose, and she set the coffee cups and helped him pull the arm of their friend. Her face was going purple because of the lack of air, and her eyes were wide with panic. The plastic hand released from The Rebel's throat, and attached itself to Rose's face. Rose stumbled back, pulling The Doctor on top of her as The Rebel sank to the floor, leaning against the wall, gasping for air. The Doctor and Rose, fell and broke a glass coffee table, sending glass shards all over the living room. Rose was screaming and grabbing for the hand that was in her face. With her returning strength, The Rebel held up her Sonic Pen and deactivated the plastic arm. "See?" She puffed, "There you go, completely harmless.." She laughed, and closed her eyes and leaned her head on the wall.
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The Girl Who Survived (Doctor Who)
Fanfiction"Oh yeah?! What's stopping me from running away? Huh? You know. There's a reason I'm called The Rebel. It's because I don't follow rules. Especially rules given to me by some tin pepper shakers! Bye. Bye!" ••• The Rebel thought she was the last Time...
