Pilot

[[Blackie]theNinth]

War-plagued dreams had tormented his subconscious for days now. The cries and screams of terror, destruction erupting with nuclear force in red smoke and cold fire.
In his sleep, he turned and fought the fear and guilt that threatened to succumb him. He ran and ran, but he would never get away from their pleading voices. How could he do this? Don't, they begged, there must be another way. Such extremes weren't necessary, there were other ways to win. Was he really the storm that their enemies had named him, could he truly justify the genocide of his own race for the sake of victory? Such a terrible sacrifice, such a cruel, hard heart. Where was the real man, the Time Lord who healed? The one who made others better. The Doctor . . .

He woke panting and trembling, the TARDIS' gentle hum the only other sound. The glow of lights from the console spilled out onto his face, and the grated floor was pressing into his back despite the makeshift bed he had thrown together. Echoes of his nightmare reverberated in his ears. With effort, he willed his beating hearts to become steady. Calm down, he urged himself, though calm was slow to come.

Outside, a quiet London morning was beginning to unfold. A group of children made their way to school, their trill voices raised in giggles. An elderly shop-keeper was vainly chasing away a pair of cats who wailed like death was on their tails. Somewhere, a piano was being played and car engines purred down the road.

The Doctor stepped out from the TARDIS, rolling his neck and shoulders to release the tension that had built up while he slept. He was moody and bored, and he wanted quiet and fresh air. The simple human life was comforting and peaceful. It was all he wanted for himself, to settle into these easy lifestyles and enjoy the seemingly countless days. But he knew, where he went trouble was sure to follow, or the other way around. It was who he was, how he justified his existence. Without someone to save, he did not deserve his life. Without a way to right his wrongs, there was no reason for him to go on. Yet, every day was dragging him by a rope. No matter how hard he tried, he could never escape what he had done. He would never get away from the Oncoming Storm.

[The Tenth Doctor]

(think I'll have Ten chameleon arched in this one, if you are okay with that. If not....I'll bring in Tyler. let me know.)

[[Blackie]theNinth]

Go for it :]

[The Tenth Doctor]

Tyler had just sat down at the piano bench in his home, playing a lovely melody that he had recently learned. He didn't live in a big house, in fact it really wasn't his. He was renting it, and it was more like an apartment, although is had as many rooms as a small house would. It was older, too. It used to belong to a university, having once been used for student housing. Remodeled, it made a nice home for a single person. He had learned to play the piano, and had recently taken it up as a hobby.

The piano was found in the living room space, next to several book shelves.

Tyler was a fast learner, having been able to pick up learning the instrument fairly easily. The room was brightly lit, although sparsely furnished. It suited Tyler, though.

[Donna Noble/Rose Tyler]

[to let you know Ten, we're going to have Rose rather vexed at Nine in this one for something and in her mothers house if that's still alright]

[[Blackie]theNinth]

The Doctor rubbed his hands over his close-cropped hair, running his fingertips across his eyes. Nightmares were printed on the back of his eyelids like storybooks. Every scream and cry of terror. His own rage had seeped into the plot. He could feel its weight in his palms, as if he held it their for all to see. "Alright," he whispered to himself. "Enough."

Opening his eyes, he slipped his hands into his pockets, remembering the quarrel that had played out between him and Rose the night before. It wasn't uncommon for them to be fighting. They were so much the same yet still so different that they were bound to bash heads once in a while. Honestly, the Doctor wondered if their disputes improved upon their relationship more than breaking it down. He hoped so, anyway. Because Rose was special. Somehow she stood out more than anyone else, like a fingerprint throughout time. She kept him sane, even when she was the reason he was vexed.

"'Scuze me, sir." a little girl with curly brunette hair beneath a woven pink cap had bumped into his legs. She looked up with blushing cheeks and a curious gaze. The Doctor smiled in a reassuring way, winking a friendly eye.

"That's alright, sweetheart, you get on to school." The child smiled back, shuffling past in a bundle of coat, scarf, and books. She looked back once, grinning with pleasure.

"Have a good day, sir!" she called to him, to which he nodded and promised that he would. With Rose, even Jackie, and maybe that idiot Ricky, he'd make the most of today.

Whistling under his breath, the Doctor began the short walk to the Tyler's, eager to make things right between him and his friend. He wasn't quite sure what he'd say, but he planned to get a hug in somewhere. Maybe he'd just simply say 'sorry' and leave it at that. That sounded good. A happy, cheery smile followed by a suffocating hug and a one-word apology. Rose couldn't stay mad at that.


ooc: k, does the Doctor know Tyler? I'm just a little uncertian about the direction I should take.

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[The Tenth Doctor]

(no -- if he did, he would know that Tyler was alive -- so he shouldn't know him.

And that's fine if you guys have Rose and the Doctor kind of mad at each other )

[Donna Noble/Rose Tyler]

(still can't think of a reason Rose would be mad at him...I mean, what would he have done?? ideas? My brain is still sorta filled with cotton due to being sick.)

[[Blackie]theNinth]

He totally went all snappish on her, had this raging fit, and made all these super insulting remarks about Rose and company because he's trying to cover how uneasy his nightmares are making him!!! Inspired, I know. ^~^

[Donna Noble/Rose Tyler]

( why didn't I think of that...awesome! I shall be posting hopefully tonight in all the threads, but if not tonight, then tomorrow for sure)

[Donna Noble/Rose Tyler]

*BEEEEP BEEEP BEEEEP BEEEP*

Rose opened her eyes reluctantly and glared at the ceiling. Letting out a sigh, she reached over and turned off her alarm. The night's rest had done nothing to appease her anger at the Doctor from the previous day.

The Doctor's comments rushed around her head. He'd called her a stupid ape! He'd commented on everything about her. He said she hadn't cared about anything he'd shown her. And he was belligerent about it all! All she had said was he looked tired, and some how it had escalated. She had tried reaching out, but he had slammed the door in her face. Like he always did. She had done nothing wrong!

Sitting up, she ran a hand through her hair, brushing it away from her face, then, shaking her head, she stood and walked to the closet. Opening the door, she pulled out a purple shirt and a pair of jeans, pulled them on and continued to the kitchen. Pouring herself a bowl of cereal, she looked out the kitchen window. Absentmindedly, she picked up a morsel of it and popped it into her mouth, still watching the street.

[The Tenth Doctor]

A brown haired man wearing a long trenchcoat happened to be on his normal everyday walk. He wasn't exactly sure what it was that drew him to a specific housing development everyday, but something drew him in. It wasn't that it was a particularly nice housing section, either. The Powell Estates -- but he felt comforted when he walked passed it. He had never actually met any of the residents, but perhaps one day he would.

A pocket watch in his pocket, and a bit of change, this teacher of a local school never missed this walk.
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Tyler glanced at the clock as he shifted in his sleep. Finally opening his eyes, he looked at the clock. Had he really fallen asleep at the piano?

[Donna Noble/Rose Tyler]

Rose sighed sharply, having finished her cereal. She never had milk in her cereal, usually pouring herself something during or after she had eaten it. She did so now, taking out a glass and filling it with a bit of OJ. She sipped it a couple times before downing the drink and putting her dishes in the sink.

"Haven't seen mum yet..." she talked outloud to herself, peering out the window again. "Must be out shopping." Writing out a quick note, Rose taped it to the fridge, before walking into the family room and pulling on her windbreaker. It was time to go back and talk to the Doctor.

She walked down the stairs leading to the street.

[[Blackie]theNinth]

The Doctor wasn't the sort of person to disregard feelings. He could care less about how emotional your favorite soap opera made you feel, and he wasn't interested in your daft, self-centered boyfriend. Actually, unless he was quite certain that he needed to be, he wasn't interested in other peoples emotions at all. His own feelings, on the other hand, he was very much in tune with. Not emotions, definately not. If he could have figured out his own emotions, he might not have gotten into the fix he was in with Rose. But when it came to his sense of danger, be was very much attentive.

He kept whistling, but his eyes darted over everything. Sometimes turning on his heel, the Doctor was careful to observe every detail of his surroundings, especially the people walking around him. Something was bothering him deeply, like something was about to happen. Almost like watching the vase about to topple over after you'd bumped into it, knowing you'd never be fast enough to catch it. The question was, what was he trying to catch? His gaze roamed up into the sky, scanning the brick. apartment complexes that lined the street. One of the windows was pulled back so a fold of the. curtain had slipped out to ride on the breeze. The piano playing seemed to be coming from there.

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[Donna Noble/Rose Tyler]

Rose stepped off of the last step and on to the landing. Walking in the direction the TARDIS was parked, she saw the Doctor walking in her general direction.

.......He was whistling......

Her eyes narrowed, and she tersely speed walked over to him. He doesn't care at all does he, the self righteous...Rose's thought ended abruptly as another spike of anger came over her.