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End of the Road 3/4

Title:End of the Road 3/4
Authors: glory_jean & achuislemochroi from a concept by 2cbetter2
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: S3, Gridlock Remixed with Rose Tyler
Summary When the Doctor decides to take Rose on a trip down memory lane trouble follows.
Notes: Many, MANY, apologies on posting fail. We sincerely hope this chapter was worth the wait. A huge thank you to alizarin_skies for the beautiful banner and icon and to mrs_roy for roping us into writing this. ;) Gridlock dialog referenced from Doctor who transcripts 2005+




Part 1
Part 2





The Doctor lands with a thud on the car below and lets himself crumple into a crouch to absorb the shock of impact. Well, that was easier than it looked, he thinks. Then he inhales a lungful of fumes and begin to choke again. He pulls out the sonic once more and works on the top hatch of the car he is currently kneeling on. From above, Valerie and Brannigan’s voices drift down to him.

“He's completely insane!” Valerie exclaimes

“That, and a bit magnificent!” Brannigan agrees.

Magnificent? The Doctor grins. He can live with that.


@}-,-‘-



Rose looks on as her dejected kidnappers listen to the computer in dismay as it announces exit after exit is closed.

“What do we do?” Cheen moans.

“We'll keep going round. We'll do the whole loop. By the time we come back round, they'll be open.” Milo says with false optimism
.
Down below, the ominous rumbling comes again. Rose looks from one panicked face to another.

“Listen, I’ve been traveling with the Doctor for a long time now. I’ve seen a lot things. And I’m telling you there’s no way that’s air vents.”

“What else could it be?” Milo argues, his voice high with stress, “It's just – the hydraulics.”

The noise returns, a low rumbling roar.

Rose shivers. “Don’t know about you, but that sounds like something’s living down there.”

“It's all exhaust fumes out there. What could breathe in that?”

“Oh, you’d be surprised,” Rose mutters.

A crackling voice on the intercom startles them. “Calling Car Four Six Five Diamond Six. Repeat, calling Car Four Six Five Diamond Six.”

“This is Car Four Six Five Diamond Six. Who's that? Where are you?”

“I'm in the fast lane,” the voice responds, “about fifty yards behind. Can you get back up? Can you get off the fast lane?”

“We only have permission to go down. We – we need the Brooklyn Flyover,” Milo complains.

“It's closed. Go back up.”

“We can't. We'll just go round.”

“Don't you understand?” the voice exclaims. “They're closed. They're always closed.”

Beside Rose, Cheen starts to panic.
.
“We're stuck down here. And there's something else. Out there, in the fog. Can't you hear it?”

The roaring noise becomes louder and more ominous.

“That's the air vents.” Milo says weakly.

“Jehovah! What are you, some stupid kid? Get out of here!”

The voice breaks off in a scream as a pounding noise comes from the intercom. Outside the roars grow louder.

Rose grabs the intercom. “What’s happening? Tell us where you are so we can help you..”

“I can't move! They've got us!” the panicked women responds. ”Just drive, you idiots! Get out of here! Get out!”

“Can you get free? Can you try? Don’t give up!”

But the only response she gets is the sound of screams and people calling to each other. The noise of over the intercom drowns out their words. Then all is silent. Milo stares quietly at the smoke. Rose swats his head to wake him up.

“Let’s go! Drive. Do what she said – get us out of here!”

“But where?”

“Anywhere! Just go now! We can’t stay here, hurry!”


-‘-,-{@



The Doctor opens the top and bottom access hatches of car after car, descending through the rows, layer after. He waves at the frightened occupants calming them with the pretence of being “Motorway Foot Patrol” there to take a survey. Each time he reenters the fume-choked motorway, his eyes burn a little more and his lungs seize up, respiratory bypass or no. His hastily commandeered handkerchief only helps slightly.

At last he opens the car on what appears the be the last layer. It is occupied by professional looking man in a suit wearing a bowler hat. The man whirls and regards him incredulously.

“'Scuse me, is that legal?” the man asks.

“Sorry, Motorway Foot Patrol,” the Doctor begins but his explanation is cut off by a gasping cough. “Whatever. Have you got any water?”

“Certainly. Never let it be said I've lost my manners.”

“Is this the last layer?” the Doctor asks once he has downed the water and caught his breath.

The man nods. “We're right at the bottom. Nothing below us but the fast lane.”

“Can we drive down?”

“There's only two of us. You need three to go down.”

The Doctor pouts a little. “Oh. Couldn't we just cheat?”

“Well, I'd love to, but it's an automated system. The wheel would lock.”

“Hmm. If you'll excuse me.” The Doctor runs over to the lower hatch and sonics it open.

“You can't jump. It's a thousand feet down!”

“No, I just want to look,” he assures the man.

Far below in the dark, swirling fog, tiny lights are visible and off in the distance the Doctor hears a muffled roar.

The Doctor squints against the gloom. “What are those lights?” He asks no one in particular, “What's that noise? What's down there?”

Nearby, the car’s owner blanches. “I try not to think about it.”

The groans in frustration and waves a hand in front of him as though he can sweep away the fumes. “I just need to see,” he grumbles, coughing as the exhaust once again enters his lungs.

He goes to the front of the car.

“There must be some sort of ventilation. If I could just transmit a pulse through this thing, maybe I could trip the system, give us a bit of a breeze.” After a moment of fiddling the Doctor crows happily. “That's it! Might shift the fumes a bit, give us a good look.”

They both return to the hatch and stare below. The murky smoke begins to thin and large moving shapes slowly appear. After another moment they can see huge claws snapping threateningly. The lights are the glowing eyes of giant crabs.

The man gasps in horror. “What the hell are they?”

The Doctor feels a cold dread seep through him. “Macra.”


@}-,-‘-



In the other car, Rose, Cheen and Milo are holding on tight as it pitches and jumps. Every lurch seems to spawn an echoing lurch in Rose’s stomach. She clamps her mouth shut and breathes deeply through her nose like the Doctor taught her. It would not be advisable to be sick in such an enclosed space. Rose rolls her eyes at her own weakness. She’d think after all of the Doctor’s dodgy landings she’d be more used to this sort of thing.

“Go faster!” Cheen yells.

“I'm at top speed!”

In front of Milo, the screen reads “PROXIMITY WARNING" and a computerized voice is warning, “No access above.”

“But this is an emergency!” Milo shouts into the radio.

A police logo appears on the screen. “Thank you for your call. You have been placed on hold.”

“Hang on, if we can’t see them in all this, how are they finding us?” Rose realises suddenly. “It’s like those films. They can sense the heat or just hearing the engines is enough.”

The car shakes under another blow.

“We’ve got to hide. You’ve got to pull over and shut everything off.”

Milo looks at her, stunned. “You've got to be joking.”

“The other car couldn’t outrun them, what makes you think we can?” Cheen says to her, wide-eyed.

“What if you're wrong?” Milo adds.

Rose just gives him a stern look, hoping she is channeling the Doctor’s oncoming storm a little bit.

Milo swallows hard and flicks various switches overhead and on the console. The car goes dark and quiet. Outside, the noises lessen and finally stop.

“They've stopped,” Cheen murmurs.

“Yeah, but they're still out there,” Milo tells her.

“So what now?” Milo turns to Rose. “We've lost the aircon. If we don't switch the engines back on soon, we won't be able to breathe.”

“How long have we got?” Rose asks nervously.

“Eight minutes, maximum.”

For a long moment, the only sound in the car is Cheen crying softly.

Comments

( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
spellweaver731
Nov. 20th, 2010 03:53 am (UTC)
I am so glad to see this series up and running again. I was worried that the whole project had been abandoned. It was worth the wait, I can't wait to see what happens next :)
glory_jean
Jan. 23rd, 2011 06:10 pm (UTC)
Thanks! We're glad you like this. :)

Not sure about the later fics, but this one will be completed soon. Finally conquered the writer's block and just doing some prettying up.
morningroses
Dec. 27th, 2010 10:30 pm (UTC)
I'm dying to read the rest of this fic! Please post the end soon!
glory_jean
Jan. 23rd, 2011 06:11 pm (UTC)
Glad you like it! :)

We're in the process of finishing up the last section and should be posting it soon.
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