Leonard walked into his office, still staring down at the PADD in
his hands. He got settled at his desk, jumping a little when he heard a soft
snore. Whipping his head around, he saw Jim fast asleep on the couch in his
office, having somehow managed to cram himself comfortably on it. Letting out a
small sigh, he turned back to his work in front of him.
Jim hadn’t been sleeping
much lately. It was getting to the point that Leonard was going to force him
onto medical leave due to exhaustion. So, despite the fact that Jim was
supposed to be on the Bridge or in his ready room, Leonard let him sleep.
After a few minutes,
Leonard’s comm beeped, and he glanced over at Jim quickly to make sure it
hadn’t woken the blonde up before answering it. “Doctor McCoy here.”
“Doctor, would you
happen to know the location of the captain? He is not on the Bridge, nor is he
in his ready room,” Spock asked.
Leonard looked over at
Jim again, then answered, “Not at all.”
“Very well, thank you,
Doctor.” With that, Spock hung up.
Carlos the Scientist and Rose Tyler: Trapped-In-An-Alternate-World Buddies!
I wanted to write like a paragraph or two describing what I think is going on in the picture, and then it became a kind of short story…
It didn’t take long for Carlos and Rose to realize that they had a lot in common. They talked about the adopted homes they longed to return to- places where the people they met were strange and wonderful, and where time worked differently, and everything excited them.
Carlos remembered reading something about the Doctor once back in Science school, and found it interesting to talk to someone who met him first-hand. Rose told Carlos about the regeneration she witnessed. “The new one- he has smaller ears. He’s taller and thinner and likes to wear a suit with trainers instead of a leather jacket. And he has great hair. Amazing hair.” Carlos’s expression changed when she said that, and Rose couldn’t tell if he was trying to hold back a laugh or a cry. “What?”
“My boyfriend says that to me, sometimes. That he likes my hair,” said Carlos. “I can see and talk to Cecil on my phone, but I haven’t-” he let out a small shaky breath-“actually seen him in a long time.”
Carlos showed Rose pictures of Cecil on his phone, which was more advanced than her currently state-of-the-art mobile. It seemed to be from her near future. Rose didn’t have any pictures of the Doctor, but said she’d try to send a picture of him to Carlos when she returned. They traded numbers.
The teleporter chimed. It was finally fully calibrated and ready to take Rose back. Rose was grateful that Carlos was able to show her how to fix it. They were both a bit disappointed, though- Rose felt good talking to someone who understood, and Carlos missed human interaction more than he’d like to admit. They hugged each other goodbye. “Take care, Rose,” Carlos said, smiling, but a little sadly, as she faded back to Pete’s World.
There was a huge commotion when Rose appeared back in Torchwood. She had been gone for nearly a couple of weeks in their time. They thought she had disappeared forever.
They tried to locate the desert where Rose found herself, but according to their calculations, it didn’t really seem to exist. She tried to text Carlos, but it only made her mobile catch on fire.
Though Rose and the Doctor’s human double missed adventuring among the stars as a Time Lord and companion, they found their world was fantastic in its own way. Life wasn’t perfect, but it became wonderful once they accepted it for what it was. They eventually got married.
The Doctor’s double padded into the kitchen one night for a midnight snack, only to find his wife already sitting at the counter. Rose was on the laptop, listening with her headphones to the live feed of the mysterious radio signal that Torchwood recently discovered. It was from a strange town somewhere unknown, but most likely in the deserts of America. Everyone at work loved listening to it, especially Rose. She was crying.
He turned on a light to get her attention. “What’s wrong? Is it your friend?”
Rose laughed a little as she blew her nose. “He made it back!”
She patted the stool next to her, unplugged the headphones, and turned up the volume. She clicked back to where the current signal started and listened through it again with him.
Rose and her husband held hands as they listened to her friend and the radio host joyfully reunite live on air. They didn’t let go until long after the signal faded away for the night.