3rd Person POV
The Tardis materialized in dimly lit area with carpeting and display cases.. A museum of sorts.
"So what is it? What's wrong?" Rose asked as the Doctor and Rebel walked out of the Tardis. "Don't know. Some kind of signal drawing the Tardis off course." The Rebel patted the Tardis door softly, stroking the wood. "Where are we?" Rose asked.
"Earth. Utah, North America. About half a mile underground." The Doctor inquired. "And when are we?" Rose asked looking at one of the display cases. "Two thousand and twelve." The Rebel came next to her.
"God, that's so close. So I should be twenty six." Rose said, trying to lighten a bit of the tension. The Doctor found the light switch, and things became more clear. "Blimey. It's a great big museum." The Rebel whistled. "An alien museum. Someone's got a hobby. They must have spent a fortune on this. Chunks of meteorite, moon dust. That's the milometer from the Roswell spaceship." The Doctor pointed to a few cases. "That's a bit of Slitheen! That's a Slitheen's arm. It's been stuffed." A stuffed Slitheen arm sat in a case.
"Oh, look at you." The Rebel came up to a case along with the Doctor. "What is it?" Rose asked. A head of a Cyberman in a case. Dead. A sight the Rebel thought she'd never see.
"An old friend of ours. Well, enemy. The stuff of nightmares reduced to an exhibit. I'm getting old." The Rebel sighed. "Is that where the signal's coming from?" Rose said, watching her two friends with interest. "No, it's stone dead. The signal's alive. Something's reaching out, calling for help." The Doctor said, touching the display case and an alarm went off. Armed guards rushed in from all sides and cut them off from the Tardis.
"If someone's collecting aliens, that makes you both Exhibit A."
In Mr. Van Statten's office, a teenage boy was showing his boss his latest purchase. "And this is the last. Paid eight hundred thousand dollars for it." He beamed proudly. Shortly after, The Doctor and Rebel came in with Van Statten's personal assistant Goddard.
"What does it do?" Van Statten asked his young employee. "Well, you see the tubes on the side? It must be to channel something. I think maybe fuel." The boy's English accent rang through.
"I really wouldn't hold it like that." The Rebel smirked.
"Shut it." Goddard retorted.
"Really, though, that's wrong." The Doctor continued.
"Is it dangerous?" The boy asked. "No, it just looks silly." The Rebel reached for the small trinket and firing bolts clicked all around her. Van Statten handed her the curved, plan sized object. "You just need to be-" She stroked the artifact and it made a musical note. "Delicate." She played a few notes. "It's a musical instrument." Van Statten was astonished that a girl of her age knew so much.
"And it's a long way from home." The Doctor smiled at his- friend. "Here, let me." The instrument was passed back to the American man. As he tried to copy the Rebel, he pushed harder on the instrument, and not so nice sounds were produced. "I did say delicate. It reacts to the smallest fingerprint. It needs precision." The Rebel butted in. He quickly got the hand of it, and he looked amazed. "Very good. Quite the expert." The Doctor said, weary of the man in front of them. "As are you too." Van Statten carelessly tossed the instrument to the ground.
"Who exactly are you?" He asked, hands folded on the desk, business like. "I'm the Doctor. She's the Rebel. And who are you?" The Doctor stood. "Like you don't know. We're hidden away with the most valuable collection of extra-terrestrial artefacts in the world, and you just stumbled in by mistake." Van Statten laughed. "Pretty much sums me up, yeah." The Doctor retorted. "The question is, how did you get in? Fifty three floors down, with your little cat burglar accomplices. You're quite a collector yourself, they are pretty." Van Statten eyed Rose and the Rebel.
"She's going to smack you if you keep calling her she." Rose crossed her arms, glaring hard. The Rebel muttered a few not so nice words under her breath.
"She's English too! Hey, little Lord Fauntleroy. Got you a girlfriend. Seems as the other one is taken." It was then when the Rebel noticed the Doctor had or an arm around her and held her closer.
"This is Mister Henry Van Statten." Adam, the boy said. "And who's he when he's at home?" Rose scoffed.
"Mister Van Statten owns the internet." Adam said.
"Don't be stupid. No one owns the internet." Rose rolled her eyes. "And let's just keep the whole world thinking that way, right kids?" Van Statten forced a smile. "So you're just about an expert in everything except the things in your museum. Anything you don't understand, you lock up." The Rebel grumbled.
"And you claim greater knowledge?" Van Statten leaned forward. "I don't need to make claims, I know how good I am." The Rebel crossed her arms. "And yet, I captured you. Right next to the Cage. What were you doing down there?" Van Statten smirked.
"You tell me." The Doctor asked.
"The cage contains my one living specimen." Van Statten smirked, yet again. "And what's that?" The Rebel said, interested.
"Like you don't know."
"Show me." The Doctor and Rebel ordered.
"You want to see it?" Van Statten leaned back. "Blimey, you can smell the testosterone." Rose rolled her eyes.
"Goddard, inform the Cage we're heading down. You, English. Look after the girl. Go and canoodle or spoon or whatever it is you British do. And you, Doctor with no name, and you Rebel, come and see my pet."
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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...
