3rrd Person POV
Rose Tyler sat down in a chair in front of a computer in her boyfriend, Mickey Smith's bedroom. Her fingers rapidly typing on the keys, her blue eyes staring at the screen. 'D-o-c-t-o-r B-l-u-e B-o-x.' She typed into the search bar. Her eyes quickly scanned over the results, and rested on one in particular. 'Doctor Who?.... Do you know his man? Contact Clive here.' She clicked on the link and a fuzzy picture of the man in the leather jacket appeared. Rose grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down the address in a hurry.
Clive's House
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"Dad! It's one of your nutters!" A small boy called up the stairs, before rushing off to another part of the house. Rose awkwardly stood in the door way, as Mickey watched, intensely. A pudgy man came running down the stairs and stopped at the door, slightly out of breath. "Oh sorry! I'm Clive! You must be Rose.." He said, as Rose stared at him. "I'll just tell you now. My boyfriends in the car just in case you're planning on killing me." Rose said, laughing nervously. "No! No murders." Clive waved to a irritated Mickey, who sat, arms crossed, in the drivers seat of a yellow Volkswagen Beetle. Clive invited Rose inside and they walked to a shed that sat I. The backyard.
Clive's Shed
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"A lot of this stuff's quite sensitive. I couldn't just send it to you. People might intercept it, if you know what I mean. If you dig deep enough and keep a lively mind, this Doctor keeps cropping up all over the place. Political diaries, conspirisy theories, even ghost stories. No first name, no last name, just the Doctor. Always The Doctor. And the title seems to have been passed down from father to son. It appears to be an inheritance. That's your Doctor there, isn't it?" Clive rambled, searching through the dirty shed. Papers filled up most of the space, along with books, a white board, and a few push pin boards.
"Yeah, but there was another person. A girl, she had brown hair, greenish eyes, and she called herself The Rebel... Have you heard of her?" She asked, and Clive turned to her. "Can't say that I have.. But The Doctor is sort of known for having companions..." Clive went back to his rummaging, looking for things. "I tracked it all down to the Washington public archive just last year. The online photos enhanced, but if we look at the original..." Clive pulled out a large photo from a folder and handed it to Rose.
"November the 22nd, 1963. The assassination of President Kennedy. You see?" Clive said excitedly. "Must of been his father." Rose dismissed. "Going further back. April 1912. This is a photo of the Daniels family of Southampton, and friend. This was taken the day before they were due to sail off for the New World on the Titanic, and for some unknown reason, they cancelled the trip and survived. And here we are. 1883. Another Doctor. (a sketch) And look, the same lineage. It's identical. This one washed up on the coast of Sumatra on the very day Krakatoa exploded. The Doctor is a legend woven throughout history. When disaster comes, he's there. He brings the storm in his wake and he has one constant companion." Clive rambled, pulling out more and more pictures and drawings. Making Rose think he was just a bit insane, looking too much into this. But she couldn't help. It ask. "Who's that?"
"Death." He grimly said. "If the Doctor's back, if you've seen him, Rose, then one thing's for certain. We're all in danger." Clive started.
"He's a complete nutter! Total internet conspiracy freak!" Rose groaned, as she got into the car. Mickey sat in the drivers seat, clearly turned into plastic, but Rose being Rose, was completely oblivious. "You win! What are we going to do tonight? I fancy a pizza." Rose groaned, as the plastic Mickey stuttered, "P-P-P-Pizza..." And he drove off hitting trash and and driving in the curb.
The Rebel's POV
We had gotten my leg fixed up, and we were currently walking around town, looking for clues. My head kept getting these shooting pains and I felt like someone was banging on my skull. "Doctor! It's happening again..." I stopped walking and leaned up against a shop window, clutching my head. The Doctor rushed to me, and started scanning my head with his Sonic Screwdriver. "Ugh! Shut that thing bloody off!" I moaned, the buzzing making my head hurt more. The Doctor put it in his pocket and looked into my eyes and head. "It's just the medicine I gave you to fight whatever the Daleks did, reacting. When we get back to the Tardis, I'll give you more medicine, but for now, just endure it-" I cut him off by screaming, "does it look like I can bloody endure this! It feels like someone's playing drums in my head! Bloody hell!" The pain for worse the more my voice raised.
A few people passing by gave us strange looks but dismissed it and went on their way. "Come on... Just a bit more.." The doctor picked me up and carried my bridal style to a near by pizza restaurant. He flashed a wallet that had a piece of psychic paper at a man behind a cashier and he let us back to the kitchens. "Just a routine check. She's fine, just banged her head on a pan, silly girl, we'll be back in the kitchens." And we were off. The Doctor put me down and the pin in my head lessened as he threw a piece of ice in a baggy at me to mount on my head. The wet bag cooled my forehead, and I watched as The Doctor grabbed a bottle of champagne and grabbed my hand, pulling me outside to the tables. "Your champagne." The Doctor said, Rose was sitting there with a strange man, who may I add, was plastic!!!!! "We didn't order it. Now, where's the Doctor?" His grip tightened on Rose's wrist, as he stared intently at her, not even looking up at us. My head was all clear now, and I grabbed the bottle and said, "Madam, your champagne." Holding the bottle out to Rose. "It's not ours Mickey, what is it? What's wrong?" Rose asked, who I assumed was her boyfriend, still not looking up. The Doctor glared at me and snatched the bottle back, and held the bottle by the neck, and said aloud, "Does nobody want this champagne?"
This, however caught the plastic man, Mickey's, attention and he smirked, "Gotcha." Rose looked up and saw that it was us and gave me a quizzical look. "Don't mind me! I'm just toasting the lovely couple.." He started to shake the bottle, causing the liquid to bubble up, "on the house!" He let go of the cork and it went flying into Mickey's forehead. His plastic skin absorbed it, and he spit it out of his mouth.
"Anyway.. Where were we?" Mickey stood up and his arm morphed into a hammer of sorts. Rose flees from her seat and Mickey smashed the table in. As a quick reflex, I grabbed Auton Mickey and pulled off the head with a yank, alerting the other customers, and causing them to scream. His eyes opened and whispered. "Don't think that's going to stop me." The body started to flail, and Rose pulled the fire alarm, "Everyone out! Out now! Get out! Get out! Get out!" I'll admit, she was a very quick thinker. The costumes and staff rushed out the doors as the body of Mickey crashed and ruined the restaurant.
We ran through the kitchen back doors and towards the exit, me still holding onto Mickey's plastic head. The Tardis stood in the middle of the hard area, and the gate that closed us in, was now locked. Rose tried to fiddle with the lock, but the Plastic Mickey body was smashing through the metal door. The Doctor unlocked the Tardis and I sealed off the door, hoping to give us more time. "Open the gate! Use that tube thing. Come on!" She cried out. I tried to keep a straight face as she called it a tube thing." It's- it's a Sonic Screwdriver." I laughed, which earned me two glares from Rose and The Doctor. I shrugged my shoulders and watched as The Doctor unlocked the Tardis. "Nah, I'll tell ou what, Rose Tyler, let's go in there." I grinned, pointing at The Tardis, which The Doctor had already gone in. I skipped to the doors and entered the bigger on the inside box. "You both can't just hideous there! It's a wooden box! It will find us!" Rose panicked, rubbing back to the gate.
DOCTOR: Nah. Tell you what, let's go in here.
"Oh my goodness.." I groaned, sticking my head out of the doors and calling to Rose, "come on! We don't have all day!" Rose glanced at the gate once more, but ran inside the Tardis. Her eyes widened in shock and she ran back outside. The Doctor was running around the console, and I was leaning up against the railing, arms crossed. Rose ran around the Tardis, but made up her mind just as the Auton smashed through the metal door, and she ran back inside the blue box.
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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...
