Apocalypse Rising (Book Four)

Turn Left

Oh, my God, I have been so excited to get here, and now I am!!!! :D Rose, the time beetle, Rose, time messed up everywhere, Donna doubting herself, Rose, Bad Wolf . . . did I mention Rose?

On the other hand, you guys have gotten 152 comments out of 200 to find out who survives "Children of Earth." Is it Ianto? Is it Steven? Is it Clem? Frobisher? Give me comments by "Journey's End" and we'll find out in the epilogue.

Back on topic . . . something is on Donna Noble's back, and nothing is going right in her world. Will Donna trust the mysterious blonde, the only one who seems to know what's going on? And how will Rose manage the situation while dealing with the idea that her sister is truly dead?

One change in time has dire consequences. Here's "Turn Left!"

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"Oh ho ho!"

Donna eyed the Apocalypse's foaming drinks as she bounded back up, a large grin on her face. "I'd rather have a water," she eyed it.

"You are going to love it," the Apocalypse promised, handing her a mug. "One, two, three!"

Donna took a drink at the same time as her, and to her surprise, the drink was quite good. "Lovely!" she said honestly.

After dropping the Torchwood agents off, the Apocalypse had decided to try once more for a less dangerous destination. She had chosen the market of Shan Shen, and though Donna knew absolutely nothing about the alien market, the Apocalypse was loving it, and she had had the most rough time on Midnight. "You want to buy a shukina?" a saleswoman asked, stopping Donna as the Apocalypse went on. "Or peshmoni? Most beautiful peshmoni in all of Shan Shen?"

"Er, no thanks," Donna denied, heading on.

A young woman with dark skin wearing black and gold stopped her then. "Tell your fortune, lady," she offered. "The future predicted. Your life foretold."

"Oh, no thanks," Donna shook her head.

"Don't you want to know if you're going to be happy?"

"I'm happy right now, thanks."

"You got red hair," she pointed. "The reading's free for red hair."

Donna sighed. If the woman was really that desperate enough to play the ginger card . . . "All right, then."

***

"Oh, you fascinating," the fortune teller said as she examined Donna's palm. "No, but you god! I can see a woman, the most remarkable woman. How did you meet her?"

"You're supposed to tell me," Donna tilted her head.

"I see the future. Tell me the past. When did your lives cross?"

She meant the Apocalypse, then. "It's sort of complicated. I ended up in a spaceship on my wedding day. Long story."

"But what led you to that meeting?"

"All sorts of things," Donna shrugged. "But my job, I suppose. It was on Earth, this planet called Earth, miles away. But I had this job as a temp. I was a secretary at a place called HC Clements - " The place flashed in her mind, and Donna swayed where she sat. "Oh, sorry."

"It's the incense," the fortune teller shook her head. "Just breathe deep. This job of yours, what choices led you there?"

Donna thought about it. "There was a choice, six months before, because the agency offered me this contract with HC Clements, but there was this other job. My mum knew this man . . . "

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"Jival, he's called," Sylvia said as she walked with Donna to the car. "Jival Chowdry? He runs that little photocopy business, and he needs a secretary."