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shelwassTitle: In A Zombie World
Characters: Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Genre: Alternate Universe
Disclaimer I do not own Doctor Who, its characters, or its universe. It belongs to BBC.
Summary: The Doctor meets zombie apocalypse survivor Rose Tyler.
Word Count: 582
The rock on which she slept made for a nicer bed than most.
Rose Tyler curled in on herself, clutching a closed switchblade. It wasn’t a gun--she’d ran out of bullets fleeing the last train station--but it did equally as much damage at close range.
Not that she wanted a zombie to get that close.
She touched the scar on her cheek--the remnants of a fight with the first zombie to get in her personal space. She’d grabbed blindly for a kitchen knife and plunged it into the monster’s heart.
And she’d been running ever since.
A branch cracked nearby. Rose bolted upright, switching open her blade. She perched, half-crouched, on the rock’s face and waited, working hard to keep her breath slow and steady.
The noise had come from just below her. And then she saw him--a disheveled, pinstriped mess, with torn clothes and great hair. She wouldn’t get a better chance than this.
Without a cry, she leapt down onto him, dragging him down by the shoulders. He yelped, and she immediately rolled away, backing off.
He stared at her, his eyes wide. “Now then,” he whispered. “What’s your name.”
“Tyler,” she said.
He made a face. “Not a very pretty name for a girl.”
“Rose Tyler, you git,” she said, standing.
“Ah.” He stood as well, brushing the dust from his torn trousers. “I’m the Doctor.”
“Doctor who?”
“Just...the Doctor.”
“An’ you made fun o’ my name,” she said dryly.
“Right. Good point,” he said, running a hand back through his messy brown hair, and making it stick up all the more.
“Well, Rose Tyler, I seem to be a bit lost,” he said. “I had this lovely blue box, you see, and about, oh, about...ten days ago, it was taken. And I’ve been wandering ever since.”
“You lost your blue box,” Rose dead-panned. “A blue, bloody box!” Her voice rose angrily. “I lost my family, yeah? My mum, my dad, an’ my little brother, Tony. All eatin’ by the livin’ dead.”
His face fell, turning ashen. “Rose Tyler,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
“Is that blue box o’ yours a time machine?” she asked. “‘Cuz that’s the only way ‘m gonna care.”
“As a matter of fact...” His voice trailed off. “But no. That would be a paradox, and I just can’t.”
“Then sod off,” she said, angrily sitting back down.
“I’ll tell you what, though,” the Doctor said, crouching down beside her. “If you help me find my blue box, I’ll take you away from all of this. No questions asked. Drop you off on a nice little planet far away from here.”
“What, there’s a place left without zombies?” she asked. “Sorry--wait. Did you say ‘planet’?”
“Yep,” he said with a pop of the ‘p.’
“I think you’ve been hit over the head one too many times, mate,” she said, standing. “‘An’ ‘m not goin’ anywhere with someone who’s lost his mind.” She shrugged. “May as well be one o’ them.”
“I’m not,” he said. “Really, I’m not.”
“Doesn’t matter,” she said. “We’ll all be dead soon anyway.”
“Then come with me,” he said softly. “Come with me and I promise, I’ll take you far away.”
She hesitated, and he reached out his hand. Reluctantly, she took it, keeping her switchblade open in her other fist.
“Run,” he whispered.
And they did.
Characters: Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Genre: Alternate Universe
Disclaimer I do not own Doctor Who, its characters, or its universe. It belongs to BBC.
Summary: The Doctor meets zombie apocalypse survivor Rose Tyler.
Word Count: 582
The rock on which she slept made for a nicer bed than most.
Rose Tyler curled in on herself, clutching a closed switchblade. It wasn’t a gun--she’d ran out of bullets fleeing the last train station--but it did equally as much damage at close range.
Not that she wanted a zombie to get that close.
She touched the scar on her cheek--the remnants of a fight with the first zombie to get in her personal space. She’d grabbed blindly for a kitchen knife and plunged it into the monster’s heart.
And she’d been running ever since.
A branch cracked nearby. Rose bolted upright, switching open her blade. She perched, half-crouched, on the rock’s face and waited, working hard to keep her breath slow and steady.
The noise had come from just below her. And then she saw him--a disheveled, pinstriped mess, with torn clothes and great hair. She wouldn’t get a better chance than this.
Without a cry, she leapt down onto him, dragging him down by the shoulders. He yelped, and she immediately rolled away, backing off.
He stared at her, his eyes wide. “Now then,” he whispered. “What’s your name.”
“Tyler,” she said.
He made a face. “Not a very pretty name for a girl.”
“Rose Tyler, you git,” she said, standing.
“Ah.” He stood as well, brushing the dust from his torn trousers. “I’m the Doctor.”
“Doctor who?”
“Just...the Doctor.”
“An’ you made fun o’ my name,” she said dryly.
“Right. Good point,” he said, running a hand back through his messy brown hair, and making it stick up all the more.
“Well, Rose Tyler, I seem to be a bit lost,” he said. “I had this lovely blue box, you see, and about, oh, about...ten days ago, it was taken. And I’ve been wandering ever since.”
“You lost your blue box,” Rose dead-panned. “A blue, bloody box!” Her voice rose angrily. “I lost my family, yeah? My mum, my dad, an’ my little brother, Tony. All eatin’ by the livin’ dead.”
His face fell, turning ashen. “Rose Tyler,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
“Is that blue box o’ yours a time machine?” she asked. “‘Cuz that’s the only way ‘m gonna care.”
“As a matter of fact...” His voice trailed off. “But no. That would be a paradox, and I just can’t.”
“Then sod off,” she said, angrily sitting back down.
“I’ll tell you what, though,” the Doctor said, crouching down beside her. “If you help me find my blue box, I’ll take you away from all of this. No questions asked. Drop you off on a nice little planet far away from here.”
“What, there’s a place left without zombies?” she asked. “Sorry--wait. Did you say ‘planet’?”
“Yep,” he said with a pop of the ‘p.’
“I think you’ve been hit over the head one too many times, mate,” she said, standing. “‘An’ ‘m not goin’ anywhere with someone who’s lost his mind.” She shrugged. “May as well be one o’ them.”
“I’m not,” he said. “Really, I’m not.”
“Doesn’t matter,” she said. “We’ll all be dead soon anyway.”
“Then come with me,” he said softly. “Come with me and I promise, I’ll take you far away.”
She hesitated, and he reached out his hand. Reluctantly, she took it, keeping her switchblade open in her other fist.
“Run,” he whispered.
And they did.
