Hi! Random, middle of the night inspiration here. This story is kind of AU. well, a lot AU. The doctor, already in his tenth incarnation, comes into contact with a different, younger version of Rose. There is quite a bit of violence, so if your not in to that don't read. Please read and review, comments, suggestions, and constructive criticism are all welcomed and appreciated. And by welcomed and appreciated I mean celebrated and worshipped.


The box landed with a bang in the middle of the park. Thankfully, it was the middle of the night in London, so nobody but late night shoppers were startled by the noise. And even those few, tired as they were, dismissed it and trudged along. The doors to the blue craft popped open, and out leapt a lanky man in a long brown coat.

"No, no, no." he murmured to his box. "Don't do this to me. Not today." He ran pointless circles around his machine as smoke began to pour from the still open doors. "NO!" he kicked the side. "Ow… you know what? Fine!" and he stormed away, the doors slamming shut behind him.

He mumbled incomprehensively as he stalked down the street past a row of flats, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Not paying attention to where he was going, he collided head on with a girl whose vision was impeded by large grocery bags clutched in her arms. Both of them bounced backwards and she fell to the pavement. The contents of the bags were spilled over the path, and the young blonde frantically scrambled to gather them. As the man knelt on the ground to help her, he glanced at her face. She looked to be about fourteen of fifteen, with pale skin and dark eye makeup.

"I'm sorry." He told her as the last can was replaced in the bag.

"No, no. It was my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going." the girl avoided his gaze as she spoke, nervous of the stranger."

"Well neither was I. And you were carrying an awful lot there. Let me help you?" Without waiting for an answer, he scooped up both bags and stood.

"There's no need…" but he just winked at her.

"It's quite all right. I wasn't going anywhere particular. Please, lead the way."

Hesitantly she began to walk. He fell into step beside her and tried to make conversation. "So what were you doing out at this time of night?"

"Matthew needed food." Her response was brief, her voice tense. He kept trying.


"My mum's boyfriend."

"Ah. But he had to send you? So late? Its not exactly the safest of places to wander at night." His forehead scrunched up with curiosity.

"Mum's out, and he doesn't like to go. It doesn't help that he doesn't like me much…" the moment the words escaped her mouth, her eyes widened and her jaw clenched. She glanced around as though there was a spy in the bushes, and despite his persistent questioning she said no more. At last they arrived at her door and she fumbled for the key. "You can just set the bags down." He did as she asked, his expression vaguely worried.

"Sure you'll be ok?" she nodded, and he turned to leave. After a few steps he stopped and turned. "I'm the Doctor, by the way. What's your name?"

The girl picked up the bags and almost left without answering. But just before stepping inside she spoke up in a small voice. "Rose. My name is Rose Tyler. Thank you for your help." And with that, the door clicked shut behind her.

The man called the Doctor stood there for several moments, then slowly walked away, back to the park and his broken machine.

Rose Tyler crept into the flat, praying the floor wouldn't squeak and tell of her presence. But the click of the front door had been enough to alert the man sprawled on her couch, and his voice echoed down the entry way. "ROSE!" she winced at the harsh sound, reluctantly answering.

"Yes… I'm here" the slurring of his words told her that he was more than a little drunk, and she was not looking forward to dealing with him.

"God, girl. What took you so long?"

"I dropped some stuff on the way up."

"Clumsy bitch. Try not to drop my dinner when you bring it to me."

Rose took this as an order to prepare dinner, and grabbed a microwave meal out of one of the bags. She started to put away the rest of the food as it heated. The timer dinged, and she slowly walked into the living room. Matthew had spread beer cans over the floor, and she had to pick her way around them to hand him the tray. This done, she began to maneuver her way out, praying that she would be allowed to return to the kitchen. But no such luck.

"No, Rose. Come here, sit down." The man gestured to the floor in front of him. Struggling to conceal the terror she felt, Rose sat. "Now listen up, girl. I sent you to the store over an hour ago. I have been waiting here, very hungry, the whole time. I thought I told you to hurry. Am I right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Damn right. Now you disobeyed me, so you know what I have to do?" Rose said nothing. This infuriated him. "I asked you a question, bitch! When I ask you a question, I expect to be answered, got it?" He grabbed a handful of hair and forced her head back so that she looked up at him. "Do you know what happens to disobedient children, Rose?"

"N-no, sir." She did in fact know. This had happened to her too many times for her not to know, but she also knew that he preferred this answer.

He grinned. "They get punished. So I guess I have to punish you. Come on, Rose. Follow me. " He stood, knocking a few more cans on the ground. And with his hand still gripping her hair, he dragged her into Jackie Tyler's bedroom. In his drunken state, all thought of 'legal' had left him. A scarf, strewn casually on the floor, bound her wrists to the bed. She was shoved to her knees, and her shirt pushed up exposing her back. Rose was helpless to do anything as she heard the noise of his belt being pulled from his waist. All she could do was clench her teeth in preparation for what she knew was coming. The leather belt hissed through the air, cracking as it struck her bare skin. Four hits later she was shouting for him to stop, not expecting anything to happen. But to her surprise, the next lash didn't come. Before she could celebrate, though, a strong hand gripped her hair once more and dragged her to her feet. Her head was painfully turned to face her tormenter, and she saw to her horror the rage on his face.

"You think you can order me around, brat? He hissed. Her wrists were yanked from the bed, although they were still bound together. The large man tossed her scrawny body onto the bed like a beanbag and once again raised his belt. This time, the blows were not limited to her back with a belt. The leather and his fist alike pummeled every inch of her they could. Halfway through a gag of some sort was forced into her mouth to stop her frantic screams, and the torment continued until she lost consciousness.

Rose had a vague feeling of being dragged to her room and thrown to the floor. She lay there, drifting in and out of sleep, until she heard to door slam and her mother's voice ring through the house. Matthew would have cleaned up by now, he always did. The blood would be gone from the floor, the beer cans in someone else's trash, and Rose in her room, to afraid to call for help. She had become quite good at dressing so that the bruises and cuts stayed hidden from Jackie. The 'punishment' she would receive if her mum ever found out about the beatings would be beyond imagination.

At last, Rose managed to drag herself off the floor and into her bed. Her stomach growled as she lowered herself onto the mattress and she tried to remember the last time she had eaten. Two, three days?

As she finally drifted into a restless slumber, she thought about the strange man she had run into on the way home. The man had been kind to her… why would he do that? Her final thoughts before the blackness were that he must have not been a very intelligent man, if he thought she was worth enough to help.

Thanks! so, I'll try to update at least once every two weeks, hopefully more. Review, review, review!