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DW: Right Place, Wrong TimeAUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a prologue to New Begninngs.DW: Right Place, Wrong Time by Shantella
The world was spinning around her. Travelling by Dimension Canon was a lot harder on the body than she imagined it would be. Rose whipped her arm out blindly to see if she could steady herself, and to her relief it came to rest on a wooden door. She blinked as she tried to clear her vison. Her head felt like it was trying to rip itself in two and she felt her lunch ready to leave her stomach. And at that thought, it did. The act actually helped a tiny bit as the nausea left almost as quickly as it came. She looked back to the wooden door her hand rested on and noticed the colour; blue. She looked even further up and saw windows and a black sign with white lettering.
POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX
Her heart leapt at the sight. Her first trip through the Dimension Canon and she found the TARDIS. She smiled and felt like jumping for joy.
DW: New Beginnings PART 5COMPLETELY HUMANDW: New Beginnings PART 5 by Shantella
Rose stepped into her bedroom with a smile on her face. She felt so blessed to have the Doctor back in her life. She removed her blue coat and went through its pockets. She still had the controls to the dimension cannon in there. She let out a happy sigh knowing that she would never have to travel like that again. It was absolutely horrible on the body. She tossed it carelessly on top of her desk. She’d dismantle it later.
Returning to her pockets she pulled out a rather interesting souvenir she picked up during her first trip through the dimension cannon. It was a small cube decorated with Gallifreyan writing and a carving of a rose on the top. She smiled at it. Her first trip through and she had found the TARDIS and a future version of the Doctor.
She still didn’t know why he gave it to her. But she was given instructions not to let the current version of him know of
DW: Doctor's OrdersIt was a completely domestic gesture. Not that he would admit it, of course. The word domestic left a worse taste in his mouth than pears ever did. And for him that was really saying something. But still, he did it anyways. The Doctor, the last Time Lord in existence, known to many as the Oncoming Storm, was standing in the kitchen on board his TARDIS happily making tea for himself and his best friend in the entire universe, Rose Tyler. He was even humming, which was something new for this regeneration.DW: Doctor's Orders by Shantella
Speaking of Rose, she had yet to make an appearance. He was already mildly frustrated that his favourite human liked to spend an inordinate amount of time sleeping but today she seemed to be sleeping a lot longer than she usually did. Usually by now she had sauntered into the kitchen with an incredibly infectious smile on her face (and if he was very, very lucky it would be the one where she poked her tongue out between her te