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Twenty Second Century Girl
Author: Jillybean

�Rose,� the Doctor stood, disengaging himself
from Susan with reluctance. �Will you
find Susan a room?�
�Me?� Rose
blinked. �Why me?�
The Doctor
glanced at her, inscrutable. �Please?�
�You find
everyone good rooms,� Jack added, offering Susan a smile.
Rose
nodded, heading out the door and down the corridor, Susan following behind.
�We should
find one pretty soon,� Rose said, opening the first door she came to. Her voice sounded high and unnatural, even to
herself.
�The TARDIS
used to rearrange her corridors,� Susan said, a fond expression lingering on
her face as she touched the walls. �I�d
be completely lost.�
�Yeah, well
. . .� Rose frowned as she opened the second door to her right. �She still does that.� Swinging the door open, Rose stepped inside
the vast room and folded her arms. �This
one do?�
Susan
gasped as she entered the circular room, her eyes lighting up as she saw the
green and gold drapes hanging from the ceiling.
With a little inarticulate cry she launched herself across the room,
falling to her feet a small coffee table at the foot of the large, four-poster
bed. Neatly, she tucked her feet under
her as she knelt on the fluffy cream carpet.
She picked up the musical instrument from Van Statten�s
bunker from the coffee table, her fingers dancing across it, producing the most
beautiful, lilting melody.
Rose
swallowed, glancing around the room, a little uncomfortably. Jack�s room was all whites and sea breezes,
while the Doctor�s room had a fireplace and a big armchair that he slept in
more often than his four poster bed. The
room the TARDIS had chosen for Susan seemed to fit her as much as the others
fit their occupants. Unearthly.
�Right then
. . .� Rose shifted from foot to foot.
�I�ll . . .�
Susan
sniffed, tears slipping down her cheeks.
The musical instrument rested in her lap.
Without
thinking, Rose crossed the distance between them and knelt beside the girl,
pulling her into a hug. The alien woman
stiffened against the embrace, but didn�t move away. Rose found herself stroking the girl�s long,
silky hair, and making soothing noises low in her throat. �It�s okay, it�s
okay.�
A shiver
wracked through Susan�s body. �I tried
to be strong.� Her fingers pulled at a lock
of Rose�s hair as they bunched the fabric of Rose�s shirt. �I tried so hard, they said I was crazy.�
�You�re
not,� Rose murmured. �I promise you�re
not.� She shifted her legs, leaning
against the footboard of the bed.
Something told her she�d be here for some time. The girl in her arms still shook, still clung
for dear life to Rose.
�He�d have
wanted me to be strong,� Susan whispered after some time. �He�d have wanted me to be strong. Wouldn�t he, Rose?�
�Yes,� Rose
smiled down at her. �You did so well,
Susan. So well.� She hugged the girl tightly.
And you got
him back. His one
family member. Well done, Susan,
you made him no longer alone.
�Rose?�
Susan lifted her head, blinking at her.
�Oh I�ve got you all wet,� she brushed at Rose�s jumper where the tears
had soaked her through.
Slightly
puzzled, Rose stared down at the damp patch, she
hadn�t thought so much time had passed.
�I�m
sorry,� Susan whispered.
�Don�t be
it�s . . .� the TARDIS shuddered, interrupting Rose. She smiled reassuringly at the girl,
intending to tell her it was just a normal landing, but Susan had leapt to her
feet, eyes shining again.
�We�ve
landed! Where do you think we are?�
Susan gasped, balling her fists up and jumping with uncontained glee.
�Uh . . .�
Rose shook her head, pulling herself to her feet. Her left leg cramped. �I don�t know,� she decided, trying to keep a
smile on her face as Susan swept across the room to the door.
�Oh,� the
tiny exhalation spoke more than Susan�s words ever could. �Oh Rose, just think!� She stood on her stockinged
tiptoes, her hand bunching at her skirt.
�We should
probably get you changed.� The words
came to Rose from a stranger�s mouth.
�Come on. I�ll lend you a pair of
jeans.�

oOo

The Doctor immediate reaction on seeing Susan in the control
room was to give Jack a decent thump in the chest.
�Watch it,�
he growled, only half joking.
Susan
blushed, laughing a little. She still
wore her chocolate jumper, but her wavy hair had been swept back into a loose
bun at the nape of her neck, and she wore a pair of Rose�s jeans that had to be
belted tightly to her slender waist.
Rose could have sworn the TARDIS was backlighting her too.
�Where are
we?� Susan asked, stepping shyly towards the Doctor.
�Take a guess,�
the Doctor ordered, taking her hand and leading her outside.
Rose
followed the two men and the focus of their attention, locking the TARDIS door
behind her. They were in a bustling space port, filled with aliens and humans
and most importantly, shops. Out of one
of the stretching windows, Rose could see trails of asteroids drifting past an
orangey gas planet.
�Saturn,�
she blurted, earning a glare from the Doctor and Jack.
�Wow,�
Susan said, leaning closer to the Doctor.
�But Granddad . . . when are we?�
�When do
you think?� the Doctor asked, smiling indulgently.
Frowning
slightly, Susan rocked back on the heels of Rose�s borrowed sketchers and
scrutinised the passers by. �I�m
guessing . . . fifty, sixtieth century?�
Jack
laughed and the Doctor grinned at her.
�Try again, but remember � there is no such thing as a Dalek.�
Perplexed,
Susan regarded her surroundings again.
�Less technological set-backs I suppose so . . . late twentieth
centuries? Early
thirties?�
�Twenty
fourth century,� Jack revealed with a grin.
�Wow.� Susan said again, her eyes popping out her
head. �The Time Wars made that big a
difference?�
�It�s a
whole new universe out there, Susan,� the Doctor told her. He proffered his arm, and led her towards the
shops, Jack in tow.

oOo

�Hello there.�
Rose nodded
at the green skinned vendor when she passed his food stall.
�What�s the
matter then?� the vendor wiped his forehead with his third hand, cleaning it
off on a towel, and smile toothily at her.
�Pretty girl like you looking sad, that�s a terrible shame.�
�No,� Rose
shook her head, an embarrassed smile creeping on her
face. �I�m not sad.�
�Could have fooled me, pet.�
The vendor piled purple sludge into a wafer and handed it to her. �On the house.�
She accepted
it, leaning against the wall and sniffing at it. �Thanks.�
�You�re
welcome. So what�s your trouble pet, I
saw you with your friends earlier, they went off to the other side of the
station.�
Chewing off
a bit of purple stained wafer, Rose had to admit that the sludge actually
tasted quite good. �I�m just feeling a
bit . . . off today,� she shrugged.
�It�s nothing.�
�Terrible
shame, leaving you like that,� the vendor said.
�Is the other girl new?� he added, with a knowing wink of his bi-lidded eyes.
Rose tried
not to laugh. �That
obvious, huh?� She finished off
her snack and licked the crumbs off her fingers. �I�m being silly.�
�Well,� the
vendor shrugged. �My father used to say
that if it bothers you, it�s important.�
Rose would
have replied, but the station exploded.

The echo of the blast shuddered through the bulkheads,
ripping them apart at the seams, sending sparks flying everywhere. Rose flung herself to the ground, curling
under a bench as glass rained down from the boardwalk above.
Worryingly,
ten or twelve figures seemed to burst into action, ripping their jackets off to
reveal what looked like bullet proof vests, and many, many weapons
criss-crossed over their chests.
Rose
brought her knees to her chest, making tiny movements to propel her body across
the ground. If she could just get to the
cross-section before it sealed . . .
�Hold it!�
A fist
wrapped around her hair, hauling her to her feet.
�Emergency Bulkheads : Sealing.�
The computer�s voice heralded the closing of the cross-sections, cutting
this arm of the station off from the rest of it.
The man
holding Rose jerked her head, spinning around and keeping her at arms
length. He stood in front of a security
camera and glared up at it. �We are the
True Isolationists Movement! Our voice
will be heard!�
Rose felt
hot tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she gritted her teeth and
stared up at the camera.

oOo

�Our voice will be heard!�
The Doctor
glanced at Jack, his face tight with concern.
The security guard who�d allowed them access to the hub was pressing a
cloth to a cut on his forehead, looking decidedly paler when the TIM announced themselves.
�Oh God . .
.� Susan whispered. �Rose! Will she be okay?�
�She�ll be
fine,� Jack said automatically. �She�s a
smart girl, she won�t . . .� he didn�t finish.
On screen, Rose stamped hard on her captor�s insole, getting a fist in
her face for her trouble.
�She�s an
idiot,� the Doctor corrected. He turned
to the security guard. �Where�s the rest
of your team?�
�I don�t
know we�re not a high security station!� the old man fumbled. �We catch
shoplifters!�
Susan
squeaked as the Rose on screen took another beating.
�Jack!� the
Doctor shouted, pointing to some cabinets.
�Break out the guns and find me a way through those bulkheads. Susan!�
�Yes
Grandfather?� she whispered, shaking slightly.
He put his
hands on her arms, sitting her down in front of the screen. �Know how to work one of these?� he asked,
handing her his phone. �Good. Stay here, watch the screens. When Rose is alone call her and tell her
we�re coming to get her.�
�Right,�
Susan gripped the phone tightly. �Where
are you going? Are you leaving?�
The Doctor
hesitated, taking the gun that Jack handed him.
�I have to get Rose, but I will be Right. Back.�
She nodded,
shivering slightly.
�I
promise,� the Doctor added, kissing her on the forehead before he marched out.

oOo

�Our demands are simple!� the leader was still shouting
away, waving his big impressive gun around.
Rose felt
that men, be they alien, human, or whatever, only needed to hold big guns when
they felt like they had to compensate for elsewhere in life. The fact her nose was dribbling blood only
added to that thought.
�Here,� the
vendor offered her his dish cloth, earning a dirty look from one of the passing
revolutionists.
�So what�s
the problem here?� Rose murmured, dabbing at her face gently.
The vendor
glanced around, sliding closer to her.
�The TIM believe that humans, like you, should
be taken back to Earth and we aliens forcibly evicted from your space.�
�Why?� Rose
asked, bewildered.
�We take
all your jobs, we use all your resources,� the vendor shrugged, �and we don�t
look like you either.�
�That�s
stupid,� Rose grimaced, pulling the teacloth away. �Aliens didn�t break my nose.�
�True,� the
vendor agreed. �Sorry,� he added,
quietly. �I get the feeling you�re not
from around here.�
�I�m not,�
Rose smiled at him. �But don�t be
sorry. At least I�m not a hostage with
an empty stomach.�
The vendor smiled
back at her.
Rose eyed
the passing soldiers, taking note of their weaponry. Big and scary, but that was usually her first
thought whenever someone brought out a gun or a grenade. When her pocket started to vibrate and sing,
she jumped out of her skin, along with half the hostages.
Her old
friend swooped down on her, dragging her up by the wrist. �What�s that?� he snarled, reaching into her
pocket and pulling out her phone.
�My friend!� Rose snapped back, jerking away from him. �He�s going to be very angry with you,� she
added, sounding far braver than she felt.
The leader
of the group grinned slightly, eyeing the read out of her phone. He tossed it to the ground and shot it with a
laser blast from his gun. It exploded in
a smattering of circuits.
�To prove our determination!�
Two of his
associates grabbed Rose, forcing her to her knees in front of one of the
cameras.
�No!� she
screeched, struggling to stand again, but they held her steady.
�We will
show you what will happen to all those impure!�
An ominous silence settled over the room.
Rose closed her eyes and pushed all
her effort into surging upwards, into breaking away from her restrainers.
�Get down,
bitch!� The insult was half drowned out
by the blow she felt at the back of her head, but that was nothing compared to
the deafening explosion as the bulkhead at the cross-section was forced
inwards.
Rose
rolled, her ears ringing and her eyes unfocussed. Green hands, three of them, helped her
through a dizzying array of colours. As
if she was listening through water, she could hear the vendor�s voice, but the
noises made no sense.
Footsteps
rushed towards her, she could feel them shaking the deck, and the vendor tried
to drag her down to the ground. She
spun, driving the heel of her palm into an oncoming member of the TIM, grinning
a little woozily as he collapsed.
�Rose!� The
first word to break through her haze came from Jack, and he collided to a stop
beside her, pulling her into a hug.
�You�re okay!�

oOo

Susan watched, quiet as a mouse, as Jack
lowered Rose onto the bed in the medical facility. She flinched as her grandfather pushed past,
carrying a little blue buzzy thing.
�You�ll be
okay, Rose.� He waved the thing over
her, and it buzzed, much to his relief.
�You�re going to be okay.�
�Knew
that,� she mumbled, touching her bruised nose.
�Get much shopping done?�
Susan
blushed, but the Doctor grinned.
�Glad to
see you�re still prioritising,� he said softly, patting Rose�s hand.
�I�m so
sorry,� Susan whispered. �I didn�t mean
to phone you then I just thought . . .�
�You phoned
me?� Rose exclaimed, her eyes narrowing.
�Jack?� the
Doctor stepped in front of Rose�s gaze, eyeing his other companion firmly. �Will you help Susan get something to
eat? She must be starving.�
Rose
grimaced, letting her head fall back against the pillows as the other two
left. �I can�t believe she phoned me!�
�Rose she
feels bad enough as it is,� the Doctor began, heatedly.
�What?�
Rose stared at him. �I�m the one with
broken bones!�
�They�re
fixed now,� the Doctor shrugged. �But
Susan�s very . . .�
�Very what?� Rose asked, her tone
dangerously like Jackie Tyler�s.
�You know,�
the Doctor floundered for a bit.
�Fragile.�
Shaking her
head, Rose just made a slight tutting noise.
�What�s
wrong with you?� the Doctor asked.
�You�ve been so . . . human! Ever since Susan came onboard.�
�Oh,
thanks,� Rose drawled. She swung her
legs over the side of the bed, swaying as she put her weight on her feet.
�Easy,� he
caught at her, getting hit at for his trouble.
�All right . . .� he said slowly, holding her at arms length. �What can I do to cheer you up?�
�Take me
home,� she muttered, quickly correcting herself. �Just for a bit.�
He
nodded. �Do you want to stay for a few
days?� he asked after a moment.
�You,� she
said, jabbing a finger in his chest, �can bloody stay as well. Your Susan needs a bit of a family right
now.�
The Doctor
raised his eyebrow. �And your mother is
the way to do that?�
She folded
her arms, glaring up at him.
�Fine,� he
held his hands up. �Anything
for a quiet life.� He hesitated,
eyeing her. �Are you really okay?�
�Just . .
.� she tried not to smile, failing. �Get
out of my way,� she ordered. �I want a
bath.�
�You need
a bath,� he said, tugging at her bloody clothes. �Didn�t I tell you to stop provoking big men
with guns?�
Leaning
against him, she let him support her to her room. �Yeah, but it�s just so darn fun.�
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