FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT[doctor/donna]

[Rose Tyler]

OH, DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU GOT INTO?
CAN YOU HANDLE WHAT I'M 'BOUT TO DO?
‘CAUSE IT'S ABOUT TO GET ROUGH FOR YOU
I’M HERE FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT
<//------------------------------------------------//>

Running, running more running. They never stopped running, Rose had learned that from her travels with the Doctor and well now for with the Other Doctor. She didn’t like calling him that, it felt strange and well wrong. He looked like the Doctor and he sometimes said the things the Doctor her Doctor would say. But sometimes he was different, was it the Donna part of him. She still couldn’t understand the whole process of it. What had happened that they, he’d tried to explain but it was something simple to understand. Rose guessed that she would get used to it, all in good time. She’d waited a long time to see the Doctor, she could wait and help him. Plus they would be getting their own TARDIS soon, they would be traveling once more.

It would be like before, like her travels with the Doctor. Well it would be exactly the same, she needed to watch this Doctor. He didn’t known when to stop sometimes, plus it wasn’t fair to see him as an exact copy of the Doctor. They were different and that wasn’t so bad, Rose knew that’s she was going to like this Doctor. But not as a memory of her old Doctor, as this new and very different Doctor. The old travels are old photographs, movie films if she wanted to love the new Doctor she needed to love him for what was yet to come. Rose smiled at that, because that made things simpler and it was fair to the new Doctor. Because to do him justice, she her feelings needed to be for him and not for the Doctor she’d lost.

Rose was awaken from her thoughts by a loud bang, people ran in groups all trying to escape what only minutes before had been their work place. Rose and the Doctor(because yes he was the Doctor, a new Doctor) had been investigating strange events in the company for a week now. Today it would appear that the alien had finally made itself known to them. The alien according to the Doctor were called Chameleons, held encountered them before. “A long time ago” according to him. Rose had wanted a smooth work, take the alien find out what they wanted and hopefully get them back home. But already two humans had been injured, another two had been killed. Rose wasn’t happy, she’d heard enough to know that the three Chameleons were planning to get backups, with plans to invade the Earth.

Rose wasn’t going to let that happen, she’d already contacted Torchwood and UNIT. But things were getting to risky with the two casualties, the Doctor and herself knew that the whole building needed to be evacuated. Of course the scared civilians weren’t prepared for the disfigured humanoids and instead of a calmly evacuations people ran in large groups. Pushing each other in a hurry to get out and save their own lives. It was in many ways pathetic, but sadly very human. Rose tried to ignore the multitude, UNIT and Torchwood had just arrived, they would be able to handle the crowd. Rose needed to find the Doctor, she had to help him. And while she would admit it, keep a careful and watchful eye on him.

She ran back into the building, trying not to get ran over by those trying to get out. A small laser gun was hidden in her coat, the Doctor didn’t like gun. But Rose had been working for UNIT long enough that she knew sometimes they were necessary. She looked around the building, it was large H.C Clements was not tall but it was wide. Plus the company had a few underground floors, floors which held dangerous experiments that Rose hoped this aliens wouldn’t get their hands on. The building itself was almost empty now, she could hear UNIT soldiers an other Torchwood workers outside. But there was no sign of the Doctor, Rose was feeling uncomfortable. There was something wrong, those aliens just gave her the creeps.

“Doctor? Are you here?” Her voice echoed across the room, but there wasn’t a reply. She thought she’s heard something on the lower floors, movement? Someone talking maybe? She wrapped her fingers across the handle of the small gun, it felt cold to the touch. She began to quietly step down white set of stairs, taking the elevator would be too risky. She knew in the back of her mind that she needed to wait there. But the Doctor wasn’t waiting. He was probably there with the actions. She needed to be there with him too. She needed to be there to help him, just the two of them saving the word. Excitement ran down her body, she could feel it on the tip of her fingers. Before she knew it she as walking faster, down a green lid corridor.

word count: eight.three.four
tagged: doctor and donna
outfit: here and here
lyrics: for your entertainment

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[handy]

SO LET'S PRETEND FOR JUST ONE MINUTE
THE WORLD IS MINE BUT YOU'RE NOT THERE

The cellars of the H.C. Clements building were much like any other creepy basement; you know the type, like you see in films and bad telly. Dark, dank, a bit smelly and overall totally depressing. Handy rolled his eyes at the thought of bad telly, though, as he stalked down the hallway, his back pressed to the dark stone: he had seen enough day time television recently to last him the rest of his astonishingly short life. Honestly, how did humans even come up with such garbage?

And this basement was wet, too, you know, icky. A bit sickening. Already the back of his white shirt stuck to his skin from the water dripping down the rough walls. Was it so hard to keep up a little with the maintenance? Get a mop and a bucket? A few paper towels? But he couldn't afford to leave his back exposed, not now when the aliens that had been causing so much devastation in so little time had been identified by Torchwood just this past midnight. Chameleons. Effing Chameleons.

He'd encountered them before, back when he... But no, he hadn't. He was just a cheap copy, wasn't he, a mutt, a hybrid of the Time Lord Doctor and the Human Donna Noble, left with all the same features and memories of the Doctor whose hand he was born from, but with all the sass and human sense of Donna. Handy looked down at the hand that generated him, flexing his long fingers before his eyes. Eyes that should have been ages old but were only a few years now. A new born's eyes in the head of the most ancient race.

Handy wanted to heave an angst-ridden sigh, but the environment he was in wasn't exactly appropriate for such dramatics. He settled instead for another eye roll at himself, then shook the feeling when he drew a strange device from the pocket of his jeans. He held it tightly in his hand but didn't look at it; rather, he trained his eyes on the door ahead of him, vigilant, vigilant, vigilant...

Red converse squeaked on the wet floor and Handy could have cursed. Now was not the time to give himself away... Though, admittedly, the hordes of terrified human upstairs masked his footfalls nicely. Typical, he tsked, rampant and confused, storming the halls and trampling each other on their way out. Damned be the others so long as that human was safe, though... That one human he was fated to spend the rest of his life with, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He needed her, he realized time and again. Every day he knew he needed her.

Like now, for instance, as Handy finally set eyes on the back of a strange figure. It was hunched just inside the doorway where he couldn't have seen it before, its face hidden. Handy stood straighter, jut his jaw forward and held his tongue between his teeth in a move he was wont to often pose as the Doctor. But he still refused to call himself "The Doctor" even in his subconscious. He didn't really deserve the title, did he?

But Rose, how he needed Rose. For when he saw the creature every hair hair on the back of his neck stood up and a powerful emotion surged through him. It was in his nature now, in his very blood. Revenge. A mixed up and tumultuous emotion that pitched him every which way, first angered at the alien that so crassly came to destroy an already established level five planet, then desperate, finding himself reaching out behind him for where Rose usually stood at times like these. He couldn't shake the need to protect her despite the Doctor having told her specifically for her to protect

[/i]him[/i]. He still needed to feel her hand in his though, to know she was safe... To hold him back...

Handy did curse then, closing his fingers around the empty air where Rose's hand should have been. He looked back as if to look for Rose, and then down at the device he had pulled out of his pocket earlier. UNIT and Torchwood both considered too him dangerous still to be out and about in public let alone hold down any sort of job involving space and/or time. And even with their job restrictions, frequent check ups and their god damned curfew, Handy had still managed to pinch a few objects and fashion himself his own kind of "sonic screwdriver" (though admittedly spectacularly less advanced than his previous ones). Once the TARDIS was ready though, boy, you know he and Rose would get the hell off of Pete's World and back into the sky where they belonged.

Until that time, however, they still had some business to take care of.

"Thaaat's right," he whispered as he inched closer to the Chameleon, one hand splayed out behind him and the other closed tight around the "screwdriver" pointed at the other alien. "Just stay where you are, you murderous lump, and we'll see just how merciful I a-"

"Doctor? Are you here?"

The Chameleon lurched and sprang through the open doorway like he'd been bitten, disappearing quickly into the labyrinthine room beyond. Handy frowned after him, but lowered his "screwdriver" and turned around. He looked quite the mess compared to Rose, who came down the stairs positively surging with adrenaline, and quite honestly, looking all the more attractive for it. Then there was Handy, his white shirt drenched from the soaking walls, the hems of his jeans dirty and covering the ratty red canvas of his Converse. Even his famous hair was looking a bit limp.

Nevertheless, Handy perked up when he saw her and rushed to grab her hand, pulling her along with him and into the room where the Chameleon disappeared. "Come on," he said, quickly forgetting how only seconds ago he was quite ready to slaughter the alien right then and there.

"This way!"[/size][/blockquote]

count: 1159
tags: Rose, Handy, Donna
wardrobe: Here
graphic credit: The loveliest Rose!
coding credit: Kate (you know. Me.)
lyric credit: Alex Day, "The World is Mine"

[DONNA NOBLE]

There was something about Donna that somehow made her just miss anything important that happened. For instance, today she was sitting in the office of H.C. Clements, doing nothing but filling out files and sending them to her boss to be checked over and sent to their boss. And underling to an underling. Somehow, Donna thought that described her life. Her mother never had thought that she was anything special, and that was what she had become: nothing special. She sighed, leaning back in her chair a little, fingers clicking away at their rate of 100 words per minute. She was efficient and nothing more. That was possibly the only reason she could get a job to begin with. Even then, she was never able to hold them for any special length of time. There were times that she wondered if she should have gone to work for that man that her mother had mentioned, that Jival Chowdry.

But Donna could never truly regret her decision. After all, she had met Lance here. She glanced down at the cup of coffee that he had given her earlier. Looking up, she saw him at the water cooler. She flashed him a grin, and he gave her a little wave. It was moments like those, however small, that kept Donna going, and not to mention, made her hope that she wasn’t about to get canned any day now. She half-expected to get kicked out now that she had actually found something in life. Finally! After all these years, there was a man around. A nice proper one too, not one of those jerks that tell her off at the shops just for bumping into them. Her work suddenly seemed a little lighter, and she at least had a smile on her face as she continued. Perhaps she would even take a break in a moment to stop by Lance and convince him to take her out tonight. She stopped for a moment to get a sip of her coffee. She looked down to grab the handle, but her hand paused mid-air. The liquid within was moving. It only took her a moment to realize that the entire cup was moving. What in the –

There was a loud boom, and the entire place shook like an earthquake had hit it, however briefly. Screams erupted across the room, and Donna’s loud vocal chords were amongst those contributing. She jumped up from her chair in surprise, looking around in confusion. Chaos was almost immediate after the moment of hesitation that everyone in the room had taken on. They all burst from their various seats and places, rushing for the exits. Emergency alarms began to kick on throughout the building. As her boss ran by her, Donna reached out and grabbed his arm. “What the hell is goin’ on?” Donna demanded. Her boss shook his head, breaking free from her grasp, and kept running. Donna decided that she had no other choice as well. She would be safest if she just got out of the building and kept her life. Maybe there were people outside that could actually tell her what was going on.

Donna ran towards the stairs, cramming into the stairwell with the others. She was towards the back of the crowd, however, and amongst some of the other stragglers. For once, she was in the middle of the strange events, facing danger. What was it, some sort of terrorist attack? There were always some of those going on, so she heard. Well, if that was what was going, then she would be learning about them soon enough. Or what it if was something like a hostage situation? Here she was, at the back of the line getting down the stairs! She had to get out of here quickly. She kept on down the stairs, annoyed at the crowd before her. “Move it, move it!” she shouted. “We could die here!” A few people in front of her cast her a fixed glare, but she shot them her own hostile look. They went onwards, and she practically fell down the stairs in her efforts to get out.

Donna had just made it to the first floor when she realized that she hadn’t seen Lance around anywhere. What if he was hurt? Was he still in the building somewhere? She paused, looking around, standing on her toes and trying to scan the crowd for him. “Lance?” she called. “Lance!” The remaining people still surged past her towards the doorway, hurrying out of the building. There was the possibility that he had already gotten out, since he had been closer to the exit than she had been, but she didn’t want to lose him. Something could be wrong. Despite the fact that she didn’t see herself as the brave type at all, there was no way that she was leaving Lance helpless in this building for… whoever they were. She turned back to the staircase, making it back inside just in time to hear receding footsteps. She paused, realizing they were going downwards. She turned, heading down the steps, at first in a hurry. As her cowardice got the better of her, she slowed down.

Donna slowly crept down the stairs. She hadn’t been to the lower levels of H.C. Clements before, and she surely wouldn’t have chosen to at any other time. She shivered slightly as she took in the wet, grimy walls. Her attention came back to focus as she heard some noise up ahead. Come on. This way! Donna narrowed her eyes. Definitely two people. Or definitely more than one. Were they taking Lance somewhere? She hurried down the rest of the steps, hoping that no one was at the bottom waiting for her. She rushed forward, barely seeing a set of shadows pass into a room. Creeping up to the room, Donna peeked around the corner. “Lance?” she whispered, but quite a bit louder than she had intended or even realized. “Are you in here?”

[Rose Tyler]

OH, DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU GOT INTO?
CAN YOU HANDLE WHAT I'M 'BOUT TO DO?
‘CAUSE IT'S ABOUT TO GET ROUGH FOR YOU
I’M HERE FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT
<//------------------------------------------------//>

Rose looked around the lower floor, it was creepy. She’d visited creepy place before, but the water dripping down, the bad lighting it reminded her of a horror film. Except in this horror film she was wondering teenager walking right into the killers trap and it wasn‘t a film. This was happening for real, Rose shivered she needed to find him soon. Before Rose could call out again, she saw him. Standing a few feet away, she began to descend faster smiling at him. Doctor or not she was glad he was around, it was hard at times looking at that face. But she liked him, she really did. That face reminded her of things of past, but it also reminded her of things that could be. They weren’t alone, they had each other now.

Rose wanted to say something ask if he was fine, but before she could get anything out he had taken her hand and was leading her down a corridor. Rose wanted to laugh at the irony of this, running all over again. That’s how it all had started, with running. He’d taken her hand(he’d been another man back then), had led her down a corridor. Except instead of running from the aliens, Rose guessed they were now running after them. Things had changed, just like the Doctor had changed. t had been so strange at first, the new Doctor. At first she couldn’t believe it was him, it had been frightening. Now she was here, he worse the same face. But it was like he had regenerated, he was different. Angrier.

At first Rose had wondered why the Doctor had done that. He was half-Time Lord, the Doctor should have wanted another Time Lord around. But he had chosen to leave him behind, Rose too. But she understood better know, there was that same wrath that she had seen in the Doctor when they had encountered the Dalek. She only hoped she could help this Doctor like she had helped the other Doctor. Maybe when the TARDIS could fly again, they would meet this universe’s version of the Doctor, if he was out there. Rose looked down at her hand, tightening her fingers around his. They could think about that later, she’d almost forgotten the alien threat. She still wasn’t sure about this strange aliens, there had been so little time to ask him.

“Doctor where are we going? Maybe we should wait for Torchwood and UNIT to catch up, we don’t know how many aliens are down here.” Rose wasn’t afraid for herself, she didn’t want the Doctor to do anything crazy. It was her job to watch him, if anything went wrong UNIT or torchwood could take him away. They’d already planted so many rules, Rose wasn’t sure how far they’ll go to contain the Doctor. It wasn’t a secret that they viewed him as a thread, a dangerous alien like any other. That was another reason why she wanted the TARDIS ready soon, they needed to get out pf the planet as soon as possible. Back to traveling, where no one could put rules on them and treat the Doctor like that. He was different, but he wasn’t going to hurt anyone that didn’t deserve it. He wasn’t going to start shooting random humans in the street. No matter what the Doctor had said, the Dalek they had to die.

Rose tried to stop looking back at the way they’d come. She was sure she’d heard someone. But more important, she’d heard that voice before. “Did you hear that, I think someone is here.” But it couldn’t be, Rose was sure that she’d heard that voice before. She’d spoken to her many times in that other universe, she’d heard it once more in the TARDIS. She’d heard it as she explained how they could grow a new TARDUS faster. She’d met this universe version of people from her world, but this one. Rose had never even imagined they too had a Donna Noble here. Rose began to think to all those small files on the Doctor here. There was no Rose, but that didn’t mean that if there still was a Doctor he could have met those other companions. Donna, Jack. Even that girl Martha Jones.

“We have to go back, what if one of those aliens get her.” Rose stopped, what if it was a trap. She knew so little about this aliens. But their name, chameleons. She knew about those animals, what if that was their power. They could be tricking them. Of course it could still be really her, even without a Doctor here she could be in danger. One of those aliens could really hurt her. Rose looked at the Doctor, trying to see if he had any ideas. What was he going to do, she looked back towards the way they’d come. She couldn’t allow someone to get hurt because of her doubts, it was her job to protect them. She released herself from his grip, running back towards the stairs. Doctor or not, there was no Rose here. There was no way for Donna to know her, to use her name would seem weird and would probably frighten the woman. “Who’s there?”

word count: nine.one.one
tagged: doctor and donna
outfit: here and here
lyrics: for your entertainment

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[handy]

SO LET'S PRETEND FOR JUST ONE MINUTE
THE WORLD IS MINE BUT YOU'RE NOT THERE

This was right, this was so right. The way Rose's hand slipped in to his easily, the way their fingers fit, the way their steps fell instantly in sync. Their breathing, their heartbeats were the same, and it honestly felt like they'd been doing this for ages. Which, of course, they hadn't.

Is this really the time to be thinking this... Handy complained in his head, tightening his grip on Rose's hand and pushing his oddly jealous thoughts from his mind. Jealous of what? Himself? His Time Lord self, at any rate. The one with real memories of Rose, and no funny human quirks (crass attitude, penchant for stating the obvious and peppering conversations with “Oi!”). The one who could spend all time with her, not limited by age. The one that could hold her in his arms when she died at a respectable old age, her life having been full of travels and adventures. But this “Doctor”? This mutt? He could die before her, for all he knew.

“Come on!” He urged again, his feet pounding the grimy cement for all his worth, the two of them hurtling down the corridor towards aliens unknown. Or... known? Just like before. Or... not? Handy grimaced as they ran. This was all very confusing, and being burdened with emotions like this wasn't really doing anything for his morale, let alone the stampeding humans still trapped upstairs.

So this time, for real, Handy forced his mind to turn to the job at hand. The grimace was replaced by a Cheshire cat grin that split his cheeks manically, a bit of a wild gleam to his eye. Damn be his melodramatics! There were aliens about!

“Doctor where are we going? Maybe we should wait for Torchwood and UNIT to catch up, we don’t know how many aliens are down here...”
Handy chanced a quick glance back at Rose, his grin flickering a bit. “That's half the fun,” he said a bit too loudly, “not knowing what to expect! Just like old ti-... You know! Keep things interesting!” Handy swallowed and tugged her hand, they were getting close now. He could practically taste the adrenaline.

Their echoing footsteps collided with the pounding of his heart, blood pumping in his ears, in his eyes, making him see red. Just a bit further, now...

”Did you hear that? I think someone is here,” Rose alerted him, stopping abruptly, pulling her hand deftly out of his. Handy stumbled to a stop, turning back to look at her thoroughly confused. “I haven't heard anything,” he replied impatiently, looking between Rose and the door they were only meters away from now. He gestured with his head towards where the Chameleon had escaped to, prompting her, but Rose was having none of it. “We have to go back, what if one of those aliens gets her?”

Handy groaned and started trudging back to her. “Rose, there's no one even there, and the Chameleon's getting awa- Hold on...?” Was that... Nah, couldn't be! Not here, of all places, this funny little altverse! Not... Donna Noble.

Shock didn't even begin to cover it. Handy hadn't even considered the possibility of there being a Donna in this universe, and that fact worried him. Incredibly human, this Time Lord hybrid, slower than he'd like, not nearly as clever as before. Of course there'd be a Donna, there might even be a... a Martha or something. Every human he ever traveled with (so to speak) had the potential to be on this planet, and Handy hadn't stopped to think of it. Everyone... and they'd never know who he was.

“Don... ah, ahem,” he coughed, when Rose talked over him, wisely questioning who was there without using her name. Probably best not to act like they knew exactly who she was (though they did... Well, sort of.) lest they freak her the hell out. “You alright?”

count: 819
tags: Rose, Handy, Donna
wardrobe: Here
graphic credit: The loveliest Rose!
coding credit: Kate (you know. Me.)
lyric credit: Alex Day, "The World is Mine"

[DONNA NOBLE]

Whatever these two were up two, Donna wasn’t sure she quite liked it. She gave them an odd look. She had never seen them before, but that really wasn’t saying much. She hadn’t worked her for so long, so it was very possible that she hadn’t seen even a third of the others that worked for H.C. Clements. Besides, she was merely a temp. She wasn’t around as much as full-time employees, really. The dark corridor was enough to bode ill for her anyway, and she really didn’t feel like messing about. She just wanted to find Lance; she didn’t want any trouble. The two in the room looked like they were looking for something too, but perhaps it was certainly more of a something rather than a someone. She furrowed her brow at them suspiciously.

They had apparently taken notice of her there. Whilst they seemed surprised of another person there, for some reason they weren’t so surprised of her once they saw her. Was it simply that they didn’t see her as a threat? For half a second, Donna thought that it seemed they recognized her. But was a ridiculous idea! She had never seen the likes of either of them before in her life! She thought she heard something that the blonde said about aliens. Aliens? What the hell was going on here? She shook her head; the pair ahead of her must be a couple of those nutters. She should have gotten out of there right then and there, but she remembered: Lance. She had to make sure he was around. Whilst they seemed crazy, they still seemed pretty safe. Perhaps they had seen him around and could tell her where he was. She just needed to make sure he was safe, otherwise there would have been no way that she would have been done here!

Donna took a tentative step forward into the room where the man and woman were. She peered inside, trying to get her eyes adjusted to the dimmer lighting. There was a man, impossibly skinny and with messy hair. It practically didn’t look like he took proper care of himself, and she smirked slightly. There was a blonde woman beside him, the one she had already caught glimpse of, she took notice of the fit build and purple leather jacket. They both looked like they knew what they were doing, but still anxious about something or another. They peered at her with interest, still in a way that suggested they knew more than she did about herself, and she shivered slightly at the thought. In the creepy basement of the building she worked in, there were people that she didn’t even think belonged here. What did they know? Despite thinking they were nutters a moment before… well, she still thought they were nutters. They must be. But surely something strange was going on still anyway?

She could have sworn the tall, skinny one had almost said her name, but she realised that she must have been imagining it. That was just insane! There was no way he could have known her. She figured that her mind must be playing tricks on her in this dark, dank basement. The building was being blown to bits any time now for all she knew, and she needed to get out of there. Lance, and then escape. She shouldn’t waste any more time with these odd people, right? The blonde asked her her name, and Donna took another step forward, raising her head proudly and staring them in the eye as she got in closer proximity. She wasn’t going to let a couple of strangers bother her; there were harder things to deal with now.

“Donna,” she said, lifting her chin a bit haughtily. She almost regretted telling them. What was it any of their business anyway? “Though I don’t know why I’m tellin’ you. And yes, I’m fine!” Her tone was a tad snappy as she looked at the man. “Don’t see what that’s got to do with anythin’. Who are you two supposed to be anyway, Sherlock and Watson?” She peered around, trying to see if there was anything they could have actually been looking at. What was down here anyway? She straightened up, trying not to look frightened or intimidated. She could hold her own. If they tried to attack her or something, she’d let them know what’s what, that was for sure. “Just lookin’ for my boyfriend, Lance. Not sure if he got out alright. A bit taller than me, black, bald?” She watched their reactions to see if they had, then decided to ask another question out of curiosity. “And what you doin’ down here anyway?”

[Rose Tyler]

OH, DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU GOT INTO?
CAN YOU HANDLE WHAT I'M 'BOUT TO DO?
‘CAUSE IT'S ABOUT TO GET ROUGH FOR YOU
I’M HERE FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT
<//------------------------------------------------//>

Rose looked at Donna(or someone that looked very much like her) carefully now. At first she had thought about Donna, but this Universe could be so different from her own. Rickey who looked completely like Mickey had a very different personality from her own friend when she met him. After staying behind in this universe she looked up other people that she had known. Those who hadn’t moved away or hadn’t been converted(or killed) by the Cybermen also showed notable differences from the versions in her universe. It hadn’t been easy getting used to such changes in people she thought she had known well. But by now she expected them, that’s why she now took a closer look at Donna Noble. Even thought the woman before them had her appearance they could be very different people. Plus she could even be working for the aliens or even be one of them.

Rose stayed put, but her hand had slowly moved closer to were her weapon was kept. Donna(even if she wasn’t her Donna Noble she would use that name until another one was given) didn’t look threatening. But Rose couldn’t be sure of anything after all that had happened in her life. If she thought about it carefully it worried her knowing that she thought like that. She could still remember Davros words to the Doctor, he turned his companions into soldiers. She didn’t want to believe that, but her work for Torchwood was probably doing the trick. She allowed her hand to hang loose again, far from it. She didn’t want to be a soldier, she wanted to help the meta-crisis Doctor like he had asked.

She couldn’t do that with a mind like a soldier. She only wished the TARDIS would be ready, she wanted to get away from Torchwood, UNIT and everything that had to do with weapons. She wanted to be out there in space, in the stars and thousands of planets. Saving people without the need of arms like the ones Torchwood had them use. She looked down at the floor, unable to look at Donna or the Doctor. She knew it was for safety reason, it wasn’t like she used it on every aliens she came across. The weapon was only meant to be used(at least by her) in extreme situations(going back to her Universe and encountering the Daleks, saving Donna‘s family). But now looking at Donna, looking at the Doctor besides her she felt guilty about keeping it around. It felt like she was disappointing the Doctor, acting like a soldier.

She looked back at Donna when she began to speak, smiling. She hadn’t thought about it but they were a bit like Sherlock and Watson, stopping aliens(they did came across humans now and then) instead of human criminals. She smiled sadly, her way of speaking was Donna enough. She looked at the Doctor, slightly worried. Their Donna would never remember her adventures with the Doctor he had explained. She wasn’t sure how he would react to seen her again. Rose wanted to take his, maybe try and reassure him. But she didn’t had time to do much before it appeared. Rose jumped back, almost slipping on the floor. She wasn’t even sure if she had screamed or not, there had been. She guessed it had been her, the creature had appeared on the stairs. She remembered Donna had been looking at them and not the stairs, but she wasn’t sure.

It wasn’t even because it was alien. For Rose aliens were normal by then, it was because it looked human. Like a human that had been burn, it’s flesh rotten and burn. She wasn’t even sure it was done or just the creatures natural skin texture, she was looking at them but she didn’t want to. She wanted to look at Donna or the Doctor, to move her eyes from that face or lack of it. But she couldn’t her eyes were fixed on the eyes, the skin or lack of it. She finally had the strength to move her hands to her face, covering her eyes from the sight before her. She was able to think better then. Her body was still tense, but at least some of the trembling had stopped. It was so human looking, it’s body at least. But it looked like someone that had suffering a horrible accident, a human that5 had suffered a horrible accident and was now descending towards them. Rose was sure she didn’t want to know what it felt like to live like that, if they felt any pain at all.

When she moved her hands away, she was feeling slightly better. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to look at Donna, see her reaction. She still remembered her first encounter with alien and this thing, it was horrible to look at. “What do you want? You have hurt people already, innocent people. We won’t allow anyone else to be hurt, there are armed men out there.” Rose was trying very hard to keep calm, to keep the slight fear she was feeling out of her voice. She hoped it was working, whatever that creature wanted it couldn’t be good. When they were ready to kill for it, it was never a good thing. Years of traveling with the Doctor, working for this Torchwood it had taught her exactly that.

word count: nine.three.one
tagged: doctor and donna
outfit: here and here
lyrics: for your entertainment

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[handy]

SO LET'S PRETEND FOR JUST ONE MINUTE
THE WORLD IS MINE BUT YOU'RE NOT THERE

"Oi, there you go," Handy beamed at Donna, bobbling his head back and forth and smiling. "Plucky as ever, then." Donna's snappish temper and quick tongue never failed to amuse the Doctor, even in another universe. He practically giggled.

He took a few steps forward again to bridge the gap between when Rose had turned around to talk to Donna, finally coming up flush with her. He sort of towered over the both of them, Donna and Rose, his shoulders, neck, head, wacky hair and all over the tops of their heads, but even for his height he felt small in the cavernous corridor. Donna's voice echoed loudly in the empty space and sounded harsh... But aaah, Donna. "I'm so Sherlock," Handy bent to whisper in Rose's ear.

Well good for her! Good for you, Donna Noble, Handy couldn't help but grin at her, memories flooding his head and making him look for all the world like an utter crazy. What happened to Donna back on Earth didn't have to happen to this Donna, he realized. This one could keep her memories and have all sorts of adventures, and simply remembering his existence wouldn't make her head burst into flame. Even if this Donna decided to never travel the stars, she could have all sorts of adventures of her own, and that thought tickled Handy pink. Because this Donna still had a lot in common with the Donna he'd known... For starters, she was about to meet some aliens.

“Just lookin’ for my boyfriend, Lance. Not sure if he got out alright. A bit taller than me, black, bald?” Handy opened his mouth to answer that in fact they hadn't seen anyone else down here, but Donna interrupted, her sparkling personality shining through in times of crisis, just like before. “And what you doin’ down here anyway?” She demanded, and Handy noticed she had, perhaps, a secretly amused edge to her voice. An edge which Handy had adopted from his own Doctor Donna back in the Medusa Cascade.

Handy again tried to answer, when he noticed Rose reaching for the weapon Torchwood had so graciously given her. He frowned a bit but returned his attention to Donna, saying "Haven't seen him, Donna, sorry." He scrunched up his nose, clasped his hands behind his back and leaned in forward like he used to when he had to explain things in a hurry, quickly adding "Though I dunno how much you honestly want to go looking for him." He sniffed. "C'mon, Rose," he turned away again, not necessarily excluding Donna though he knew her well enough to know she'd tag along anyway.

But Rose's little scream had caught his full attention straight away, and he whipped back around to see that Rose had found the Chameleon. "But... What? How did you get there?" He asked it, taking in its gnarled appearance with hardly a change in his expression, so accustomed was he to dealing with various life forms that even his thought process was unbiased as far as appearances were concerned. But Chameleons had a nasty little history that Handy would rather not repeat, though by principle he figured he ought to give the little guy a chance. Maybe he was just lost.

He could give him the benefit of the doubt before the little blighter went about stealing faces, couldn't he?

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tags: Rose, Handy, Donna
wardrobe: Here
graphic credit: The loveliest Rose!
coding credit: Kate (you know. Me.)
lyric credit: Alex Day, "The World is Mine"
notes: Sorry about the late/crap reply!