Timelines

by Chomper318

Disclaimer: BBC owns all.

Author's Note: This fic started out as snippets of the Doctor's story of crossing his own timeline. Now, it morphed to a reunion fic of some sort. Only the muse will know now. Please review.

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Chapter 6: Intersection II

It's strange to feel nothing. Yet, this is exactly how it is for Rose. There is nothing to smell, nothing warm or cool, nothing to hear, nothing to taste, and nothing to see. Then, just as suddenly as there is nothing, everything comes rushing towards and her senses sing. She can smell the grass and trees. It's warm, and she can feel the sun's rays on her. The birds are chirping nearby, and a soft wind blows and rustles the leaves. Taste…well her mouth is dried at the moment. As for sight, she opens her eyes.

Rose looks at her surrounding and sees that she's in a forest of some sort with her Torchwood issued desk nowhere in sight. In her hand is the alien sphere, now cool to touch and emitting a faint blue glow—nothing like the bright gold seen earlier. Where am I? She turns around and around just noting the trees and shrubberies. She doesn't recognize the place. She looks at the orb and not knowing what to think or do, she shakes it. Nothing happens. She sighs. Well, there's nothing here. First thing first is to survey the surrounding.

Rose picks a direction and begins to walk when the orb starts getting a little warm. It's not searing hot like before but it's definitely warming up. She continues to walk in the same direction when she decides to test out a hypothesis. She turns sharply to the right and walks towards a new direction. Immediately, the orb cools down. Ah…so there's something up ahead…something the alien night-light is reacting to. Rose keeps on walking, all the while using the alien artifact as her compass.

She must've walked for about ten minutes passing by nothing but more greenery when the scene before her leaves her breathless. Standing in front of her is a small temple of some sort. It's neglected based on the gaping holes in its structure. Somewhere in the deep recess of her mind, a memory struggles to come to the forefront. The orb in her hand is definitely getting warmer now. She looks down at it and notes that it glowing brighter than before. She turns her attention back to the temple and breaks into a run. As she moves closer and closer, she hopes and wishes. Soon, there in front of her is her Doctor.

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The Doctor is inside the TARDIS. His hands linger on knobs and levers as he thinks back to Rose. He really has to stop chasing after dreams and gingerbread houses, so with a quick twist of the knob and a pull of the lever, the TARDIS dematerializes to the vortex.