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It's Far From Over: Pete's World

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This story is No. 2 in the series "It's Far From Over". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Rose & the Doctor's (10.5) story in the Alternate Universe

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Dr. Who/Torchwood > Non-BtVS/Ats StoriescharmingangelFR1886,698021,5492 Dec 1228 Dec 12Yes

Chapter 7: The Enemy

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When: about 40 years later

Where: AU London suburbs

“I guess this is it,” Rose stated looking at the four story building in front of them.

“Let’s go,” the Doctor said and started to run. Rose was on his heels, a small smile on her lips. They finally had them. After chasing the Tolaan for decades they had them trapped at last. Torchwood had the building surrounded. There was no way out. They wouldn’t get away, not this time. It was fitting, too, since it had been exactly 40 years to the day since they saw them for the very first time, 40 years since they killed Jack. And now they’d pay for what they did to him and all the other people they killed over the years.

It took them about an hour to round up the guards and lower class Tolaan, rescue about two dozen humans they used for experiments, and fight their way into the heart of the building, where the leaders were.

“Wait out here and don’t let anyone escape,” Rose instructed her Torchwood colleagues before kicking the door open and entering the room guns blazing. The Doctor was right behind her, waving the sonic screwdriver and making sure the Tolaans' security system was offline. Rose was glad about that. The last time she and the Doctor found the Tolaans they had had an unfortunate encounter with the very same security system. She really didn’t want to repeat the experience, immortal or not. Dying still sucked and usually hurt like hell.

Ducking behind a table Rose pushed it over to use it as cover against the Tolaan leaders, who of course were armed to the teeth. It had definitely been a good idea to leave the others outside. They weren’t immortal after all.

“How many times do we have to kill you?” one of them called.

Rose gritted her teeth. It was the one who had shot and killed the Doctor all those years ago. No matter if she had been able to bring him back, she still hated that Tolaan more than all the others.

“I thought you would have figured it out by now,” Rose answered in a taunting voice. “You can’t kill us, no matter how often you try.” She fired a few shots over the table before glancing at the Doctor next to her. “What is all this stuff?” She gestured around the room, where a lot of weird looking machines were beeping and making other strange noises.

“I’m not entirely sure,” the Doctor answered before taking some reading with the sonic screwdriver. “I think they are analysing… something.”

Something? Like what?” Rose wanted to know.

The Doctor frowned as the sonic screwdriver hummed, then his eyes widened. “The rift, they are analysing the rift… and looking for something specific.”

“The rift? From here? Why not in Cardiff?”

“I don’t know,” the Doctor answered just as a machine at the other end of the room started to blink. A second later the Tolaan began to laugh in a triumphant way.

“Finally,” one of them called.

Rose looked at the Doctor for an explanation before deciding that no matter what the Tolaan meant it couldn’t be anything good. She quickly moved to the edge of the table and started to fire above and next to it with both of her guns. Maybe she’d get lucky and hit one of them or destroy whatever they were so happy about.

“No, no, no,” the Doctor exclaimed, then a light illuminated the room and the Tolaan stopped shooting.

“What?” Rose asked.

“They built their own version of a vortex manipulator!” the Doctor said before getting up.

“What are you doing?” Rose exclaimed and tried to pull him back down behind the relative safety of the table.

“They’re gone, Rose.”

Rose’s eyes widened, then she stood up as well and looked around the room. Sure enough it was empty.

“Where did they go?” she asked. “Or better when?”

The Doctor pushed up his sleeve to reveal the vortex manipulator Gwen had given him after Jack’s death. A Time Lord was supposed to be able to travel through time, she had said. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t have been able to build his own vortex manipulator if he had found the right components, but he preferred this one anyway; it had been Jack’s after all.

“Who cares, let’s just follow them,” the Doctor decided with a grin, grabbed Rose’s hand and with the sonic screwdriver made sure that they followed the traces left by the Tolaan. In a matter of seconds they disappeared.
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