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DoppelgangersBy MoonTsunamiTen, Rose, and DonnaRated G right now, might change later...Spoilers up to S4 Episode, The Unicorn and the Wasp, then AU after that Quick Summary: They say that everyone on Earth, or even in the Universe has a twin some where out there. Too bad for the Doctor and Donna that they found theirs’. Can Donna save the Doctor from spending the rest of his life in jail, and stranding her on a foreign planet, and how does Rose factor into all of this?


Rose was staring at the poster with complete shock. There they were, The Doctor, Donna, and herself, looking at her from the poster. Her fingers traced the familiar angles of the Doctor’s face, yet she knew this man on the poster to be a murder. It seemed even their doubles in the universe were drawn to each other. She looked the names on the poster; Badona Weolf was the name of the woman who looked like her. Badona Weolf - Bad Wolf, the same words that followed her and the Doctor throughout the stars, pulling the two together.

Rose looked away from the poster and turned to Donna. Worry was etched on the woman’s face, and the worry spread to Rose’s, but she tried not to show it. They had scanned the door with the sonic screwdriver and found that there were at least twenty deadlock seals. She had just spent three years with Pete’s Torchwood and wasn’t about to sit around on her arse the entire time. Rose had some knowledge of the sonic technology, but not enough to be able to disable and disengage that many locks at once. They had gotten one undone, but as soon as they moved to the next the previous one reengaged. It was an all or nothing effort. The women were stumped at the moment.

People looked at the woman warily, keeping a large distance between them. The women were confused as they turned around to look at the people. Donna had already encountered this when the Doctor had first disappeared within the Crucible, and she still could not understand why people shied away from them. Rose tried to go up to a couple who were walking slightly closer than any of the other villagers. The woman noticed and her partner quickly pushed her behind him. They backed away slowly as Rose moved closer.

“Please, please, no,” the woman pleaded. “We did nothing just let us live. We mean you no harm.”

Rose looked puzzled. “Neither do I. I just want to know, why you are scared to death of me?”

The boyfriend moved to protect his woman better. “Your tricks will not work on us specter! Please just leave us be!” He was frantically moving backwards.

“Oh come now. I don’t want to hurt you. Please I just want to ask you a couple questions!” Rose lunged at the man and grabbed him around the wrist. The woman screamed out in terror and the man was awestruck. He looked as if he would sprout boils from Rose’s very touch. Finally wrenching his arm away from Rose, the woman took his wrist between her hands, expecting the worst.

“Now see, I don’t want to hurt you, we just need to talk,” Rose said pointing in-between herself and Donna, who was staring at the entire scene with a mixed face of both shock and fear. The man cradled his wrist with the woman. After a moment of absolutely nothing happening, the couple turned their faces to Rose and Donna.

“But the touch of a specter is supposed to cause immediate suffering, ending with death in minutes,” said the man, shock spreading across his features.

“Now I’ve got to say, Blondie here might not be the prettiest thing in the universe, but she isn’t a plague carrying she-beast.” Donna said, finally speaking up. Rose shot her a disparaging look, but turned back to the couple. Donna shot her a quick, mischievous grin.

Rose moved closer to the couple again. “Look, see? No suffering touch.” She held up her hands, palms facing the couple, in hopes to inspire a little trust. “I’m just Rose Tyler and this is Donna Noble.” She motioned to Donna who stood behind her, and who then gave a little wave with her bandaged hands. “We’re travelers, and we’re with a man called the Doctor. Donna said that he was taken to the Crucible. There has been a mistake though. We are not the same people of your planet. He has been falsely imprisoned.”

A look of revelation started to dawn across the couple’s faces. The strange clothes, accents, mannerisms, they were nothing like their people. There was something a miss with the entire situation. “We are sorry. I am Trager,” spoke the man, “and this is Gevina.” He motioned to the woman. Rubbing his wrist and still a bit cautious of the women, he stood a little taller to speak with them. “The similarities between our wanted, victims and yourselves are astounding. We figured that the specters had altered their appearance in order to trick their tormenter.” As he said this, he motioned to the women’s clothing. “Please forgive us.”

“No, you’re fine. I just beat my hands to ground beef trying to get someone to notice that before, but hey the blonde comes along and you all come around.” Donna sounded a bit miffed, but sarcasm was ripe in her tone.

“We are fine.” Rose said, giving Donna a look. “We just need to help our friend. He is trapped in there,” she pointed to the Crucible, “and we need to get him out.”

Trager and Gevina shook their heads. “You can’t get into the Crucible. It is for our most violent offenders. They must wait out the specters before they can be punished. You might be able to speak to the Chancellor…” Trager trailed off. “Well he won’t want to see you, considering who you look like.”

Gevina now spoke. “Well we could try and speak to him. To show him what you have shown us. He must believe his eyes and then he can set your friend free.” She gave them an encouraging look.

“Well lead the way.” Donna said starting to walk in a random direction. Gevina, Trager, and Rose started to walk in the opposite direction. Looking over her shoulder, Donna quickly changed directions. An angry whisper escaped her lips. “I knew that…”

Doppelgangers
By MoonTsunami
Ten, Rose, and Donna
Rated G right now, might change later...
Spoilers up to S4 Episode, The Unicorn and the Wasp, then AU after that 

Quick Summary: They say that everyone on Earth, or even in the Universe has a twin some where out there. Too bad for the Doctor and Donna that they found theirs’. Can Donna save the Doctor from spending the rest of his life in jail, and stranding her on a foreign planet, and how does Rose factor into all of this?


Donna shook her head for a moment with disbelief. Rose Tyler? The Doctor’s Rose? It couldn’t be. He said that she had been trapped; there was no way he could ever see her again. She could tell that he hurt for her every day, but the pain was well hidden behind the façade of his mile a minute attitude. “Rose Tyler? I must of hit my head or something.” Donna spoke under her breath, holding the back of her head with her bandaged hand, searching for a bump or gash.

Rose watched her with a bit of humor. “No, I’m here in the flesh. Torchwood built a sort of dimensional cannon that was able to lock onto the TARDIS in this universe. When the Doctor went to Pete’s World, the TARDIS left a unique residual energy and using that we were able to center the cannon on this exact location. All I needed was the Doctor to access the base code when I connected with the TARDIS and send it through. That’s what you did with the screwdriver. With that I was able to transport into this universe without ripping a whole in both universes and causing them to collapse.” Rose said this all in one breath, like she had been rehearsing the speech for quite a while, though Donna was not supposed to be the recipient of it.

Donna looked at Rose with a bit of glazed over eyes, like someone had just tried to explain the theory of relativity to her. “Um, ok,” was all she was able to say, still holding her head, but this time for the headache forming in the back of her brain. She didn’t really care how Rose got here, though she was happy she had come for the Doctor, but she couldn’t really see him, being in jail and all.

Rose walked over the consol and picked up the sonic screwdriver and tucked it securely in her front jeans pocket. Turning to Donna, she motioned to the exit. “Care to walk and talk?” Donna nodded and the two women exited the TARDIS, walking down the path back to town, while Donna gave Rose a few more details on what had transpired.

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The Doctor slowly opened his swollen eyes. All he could see was a small sliver of light under a locked door in front of him. He went to rub the bridge of his nose, but found his wrists shackled to the wall he was propped up against. As he came a little more self aware, he realized that his neck and ankles were also shackled to the wall. His body was sore all over, like he had been put through the ringer. With his eyes adjusting to the darkness, he noticed he was all alone. His mind raced. What happened? Where was Donna? Was she alright?

Groping in the darkness, the Doctor tried to feel in his pockets for his screwdriver. Empty. It must be in his coat, which was nowhere to be seen. Trapped for the moment. Moving into a more comfortable position, the Doctor took a deep breath. He just had to think, there had to be a way out of this. It was just a terrible misunderstanding.

Sitting in silence for quite a long time, mind racing the entire time, the door suddenly opened. Bright light shone in the Doctor’s eyes, temporarily blinding him. He tried to bring his arm up to shield his eyes, but the shackles prevented him. A woman, tall and shabbily dress, moved forward with a tray carrying a glass of water and what looked like bread. She stared at the Doctor with a look that was mixed with revulsion and pity. Silently she sat the tray down next to the Doctor and knelt.

The Doctor began to babble immediately. “There must be some mistake here. I’m the Doctor. I’m not really from around here. If you would just be so kind as to let me out of these chains I am sure I could explain everything.”

The woman said nothing and lifted the glass to the Doctor’s mouth. He pressed his lips into a hard line, refusing to drink. She gently tried to force him to drink. The Doctor stood firm. Slowly she moved the glass away from his face. “Please would you drink? We need to keep your health up. Please?” She looked imploringly into his eyes.

“Why must I be healthy? Most captors don’t have great views on their prisoner’s health.” He tried to sound light, and a bit of a smile played on his face. His attendant looked slightly confused.

“You know you must live until the specters disappear.” She searched his face for understanding. It only rumbled with confusion.

“Nope, I don’t have a clue what you are talking about. Enlighten me.” The Doctor tried to give his most endearing look.

Confusion now spread across the woman’s face. She began to realize that he knew nothing that she spoke of, but how could that be? He knew what would happen after his violent crimes, their spirits would not rest until the proper grieving time had passed. That time had to be lived out by their murder. He had to know that.

“Don’t you know that specters would come because of your actions?” she questioned him.

“What actions? Landing on this planet? If I knew that coming to this planet would disrupt some ancient spirits, I wouldn’t have come. I am a traveler, nothing more. I don’t wish any harm on your planet or your people. If you left me go I will get out of here, and leave your planet in peace. I have to get back to my companion, I can‘t leave her alone on a strange planet.” The Doctor held his arms up in a gesture of peace, and resignation.

Shaking her head, she stood. What was he speaking of? Traveling? Strange Planet? Why did he call himself the Doctor? Had Giaccimo lost his mental capacity? “Giaccimo, have your atrocities driven you mad?” She questioned him, and backing up, afraid of his ramblings.

“Giaccimo? No, no, no, I’m the Doctor. I told you there is some big mistake here. I traveled to this planet from space and come in peace. I have committed no atrocities or crimes. That I know of…” He said the last bit a little under his breath.

“Caliusa, get out of there! The specters have been spotted just on the outskirts of town, heading towards the Crucible!” A voice shouted from the light outside the cell. Caliusa gave the Doctor a fleeting look of pity before running out of the room and securing the door behind her.

“Let me out! I am not who you say I am! You don’t know what you are doing!” The Doctor began to yell, struggling against his restraints. He started to bare his teeth in a building rage. This was just not going to work for him anymore.

Doppelgangers
By MoonTsunami
Ten, Rose, and Donna
Rated G right now, might change later...
Spoilers up to S4 Episode, The Unicorn and the Wasp, then AU after that 

Quick Summary: They say that everyone on Earth, or even in the Universe has a twin some where out there. Too bad for the Doctor and Donna that they found theirs’. Can Donna save the Doctor from spending the rest of his life in jail, and stranding her on a foreign planet, and how does Rose factor into all of this?

Donna opened the doors to the TARDIS slowly, her hands aching from the severe beating she had put them through. They had stopped bleeding, but it hurt to move them because of the scabs forming. She laid the two coats she had softly on the crook in the TARDIS support beam. She felt a tug at her mind and looked down the hall of the TARDIS that lead to the sleeping quarters and other rooms. Moving around the console, she followed the hall down. A door appeared in front of her. Pushing it open, it revealed the Infirmary. A grim smile appeared on her face, knowing that the TARDIS knew she need doctoring. She moved slowly, cleaning her hands, putting some ointment on, and wrapping one hand, then having trouble wrapping the second, but managing.

Her mind was full of fear and she was scared, not just for her own life, but that of the Doctor. How in the bloody hell was she going to get him out of that prison? There was still that gentle tug at the back of her mind, like the TARDIS was trying to direct her movements. Donna knew that the Doctor had a physic link to the ship, but could it connect in any way to her own brain? The tug led her to the console room again, and Donna looked around confused. What was she supposed to do?

Sitting down in the captain’s chair, Donna stared blankly at controls. She knew she couldn’t navigate the TARDIS into the Crucible, and she didn’t know how to call out for help, or who to call even. The Gallifreyian script spiraled slowly on the monitor in front of Donna’s face. It was the one language the TARDIS didn’t translate for Donna, and she knew if it did, she would be able to save the day. But as she sat, she felt more and more like that useless temp from Chiswick she had been before she had met the Doctor.

As Donna sat, wallowing in her self loathing and revulsion at her utter uselessness, the monitor flashed. The blonde from the wanted poster appeared on the screen. Her mouth moved, as if she was screaming, forming the word “Doctor”. Donna’s face snapped to the screen and she jumped up in front of it. She looked anxiously at the woman, knowing that she was connected to all of this mess. The blonde continued to soundlessly scream for the Doctor. Donna’s wounded hands hovered anxiously over the controls, unsure of what to do. As her hands moved slowly over the controls, the tug in her mind grew over a small blue button and a yellow switch. She moved her hands away from those two, and the tug faded. Moving her hands back over the button and switch, the tug grew. It was like playing a game of “your getting warmer” with the ship. Flipping the switch and pressing the button, a loud voice filled the room.

“DOCTOR! DOCTOR! ARE YOU THERE? ANSWER ME, DOCTOR!”

Donna cover her ears for a moment and spoke her discomfort out loud. “Oi! Watch the decibels sweetheart!”

The screaming suddenly stopped and the woman on the screen looked hopeful. “Is that you Doctor? Am I finally getting through?” Donna realized that the woman heard her. Grabbing the screen, Donna studied the woman’s face, hoping for some sort of help. The blonde’s face puckered into a look of confusion and sadness. “Where is the Doctor? Is he ok? Who are you?” The words tumbled from the girl’s mouth before Donna could get a word in edgewise.

“Whoa. Slow down.” Donna breathed, as the blonde stared at her with consternation. “I need help. I’m Donna, Donna Noble.” Donna wasn’t sure if she should continue, could she trust this woman? The tug in the back of her mind suddenly felt like a sledgehammer rather than a gentle prod. “Ok, Ok.” she breathed under her breath, like she was reassuring the ship. “The Doctor and I were trying to get to the 80s. We ended up on some weird planet and he was captured. The villagers think he murdered me, an unborn baby, and um…” She didn’t know if she should tell this woman she was supposed to be dead.

The blonde’s eyebrows knitted together with frustration. “Well go on.” She seemed to have put her hands on her hips, thrusting her hips to the side with a bit of sassiness.

“Well, he killed me, a baby, and you.” The blonde’s face suddenly fell. It looked as if someone had crushed the heart in her chest.

“What? How can that… I mean um…” She spoke barely above a whisper.

Donna tried to reassure her. “Well he really didn’t do that. I’m still alive. See?” She tried to get the blonde to look at her solid form. “I think it is some kind of mistake. Like doubles or something. I just need to find a way to get the Doctor out of the Crucible, and then we could sort this all out.” She started to wring her hands a little, before she could see a little blood seeping through her gauze.

The blonde started to pace slightly in front of the screen, biting her thumbnail between her teeth. She stopped for a moment and looked at Donna. “I need to be there. Now. I have to help.” She seemed unsure though, like there was more than a computer monitor separating them. “Does he have his screwdriver at least?” She asked Donna with a concerned, loving look on her face. Donna shook her head. It had been dropped with his coat, and now was hanging inside the pocket on the support beam. “Go get it.” The blonde pronounced flatly.

“Now wait a minute, blondie, who do you think you are? Like you even know how to use it.” Donna wanted to help the Doctor, but she wasn’t having some uppity blonde boss her around.

The blonde all the sudden had a bemused smile on her face. “Please?” She gave a bit of a smile, her tongue poking out just slightly.

Donna relented and retrieved the device. “Now what?” She held it in her hands gingerly, unsure what to do with it.

“Slowly extend the sonic emitter and point it at the monitor here.” The blonde said, pointing through the monitor to a small port on the side. Donna did as instructed, but she was still holding it like it was going to shatter in her hands like glass. “Hold a little tighter, it won’t break,” the blonde smiled a little more. “Haven’t you ever seen him with the thing? He is worse than a dog with a well-worn bone.” Donna even smiled a little at the remark. “Now press the button four times, that should put it on the right setting.” The TARDIS seemed to hum with agreement with the statement.

Donna carefully did as told, and all of the sudden the image on the screen flickered and disappeared altogether. Quickly grabbling the screen, she looked frantically at it, searching for some sign of the young blonde. She couldn’t believe she just lost the one person who seemed like she could help.

“Hello?!? Hello?!? Are you there?!?” Donna screamed at the blank screen. A slight tap came on her left shoulder. Donna felt like she could jump out of her skin. She twirled quickly around and there stood the blonde with the goofy tongue-in-teeth smile. Donna wore a look of complete shock on her face.

“Did I scare you?” The blonde said with a bit of humor in her voice. “I needed the Doctor to do that for almost a year now, but he has been to spacey to notice.” Her eyes darkened a little, a sadness filling her brown eyes. Donna just stared, confused. The blonde recognized the look. “Oh, I’m Rose Tyler.”