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The Time Experiment

Torture – Part 2

"…'Cause, you know what, this is the biggest library in the universe. So where is everyone? It's silent."

"The library."

"The planet. The whole planet."

Professor River Song flicked through the pages of her tattered diary, giving The Doctor an amused smile. "You're doing a very good job acting like you don't know me. I'm assuming there's a reason."

The Doctor just looked at the strange woman before him. For some reason she seemed to think that he knew her.

"Well, a fairly good one actually," He said quietly.

River gave him a look. "Please don't tell me you've locked her in the TARDIS again. You know she hates it when you do that."

The Doctor stared at her, utterly stumped. Her? She? Who was she talking about?

River didn't notice him and took the silence as a chance to continue. "OK, shall we do diaries then? Where are we this time? (She squinted slightly, analysing his face) Ah, going by your face, I'd say its early days for you, yeah? So, um… crash of the Byzantium. Have we done that yet?"

The Doctor blinked at her.

River nodded once. "Obviously ringing no bells. Right, um… (She flicked through the pages, giving a small smile as she read diary entry) Oh, picnic at Asgard. Have we done Asgard yet?"

Once again, The Doctor gave no indication he understood the meaning of her words.

River gave a slight sigh. "Obviously not. (She continued to flick through the pages) Blimey, very early days, then. Hoo! Life with a time traveller… Never knew it could be such hard work."

The Doctor continued to stare at the woman before him, as she flicked through the pages. River glanced up, catching his eye. She blinked slightly surprise fleeting across her face, looking directly into his eyes.

"Look at you," She whispered in slight awe. She gave a slight gasp. "You're young."

The Doctor gave her an amused look, unable to hide the smallest of smiles on his face. "I'm really not, you know."

River smiled, her eyes brightening in wonder. "No, but you are."

To The Doctor's surprise, River leaned forward to analysis him carefully. The Doctor couldn't help but tense slight as she entered a slightly personal space.

"Your eyes," River whispered, studying him carefully. She seemed perfectly ok at the distance between them, which only seemed to puzzle the Doctor more. "You're younger than I've ever seen you."

Under the nervousness of River's intense gaze, he seemed to realise why this woman knew him. She was from his future. She had seen him older.

The Doctor's voice came out startled, eyeing her almost cautiously. "You've… seen me before."

River's expression frowned slightly as she suddenly her hand to The Doctor's shoulder. His gaze cast at her hand… She seemed to be making almost a gesture one would give to a friend. Not to mention her expression had became incredibly concerned.

"Doctor," She said carefully, unsure about whether she wanted to hear the answer. "Please tell me you know who I am."

The Doctor glanced at her hand and back at her face again. "Who are you?"

River's expression turned painful as her hand dropped from his shoulder. She closed the diary placing it on the table, dropping her eyes from The Doctor's gaze. The Doctor seemed to sense an aurora of misery come with his words, but he didn't understand why.

River suddenly snapped her gaze to look at him. "Wait, that would mean… where's Rose?"

That certainly caught The Doctor's attention. "What?"

River her eyes panicked. "Oh no. I've said too much."

She moved to walk away, but The Doctor was quick to catch the sleave of her suit. "Hang on. You've met Rose? In the future?"

River shook her head quickly, an incredibly apologetic expression appearing on his face. "I'm sorry. I-I can't." She gave a weak smile. "Spoilers."

The Doctor dropped his hand, turning his head away not wanting River to see the disappointment of his face. Of course, what was he thinking? Knowing one's future could bring catastrophic consequences. Especially his own.

Suddenly a ringing sound floated through the air, drawing The Doctor's attention away from his own misery. Concentrate on the now, he told himself. There were certainly more important things to worry about.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder how River knew Rose.

A pattern began to develop in the schedule of Rose's torture. She would wake up with the blissful sensation of water being poured into her mouth, before suffering the enormous pain of pulses electrocuting her mind.

The pulses were increasing in intensity though, becoming longer each time. It was only by a microsecond, but Rose could feel the difference. The flash across her eyes was becoming clearer to and Rose knew that it wasn't long before she would start to see an image. Not only that, but something in her mind was pushing through. Rose felt it getting stronger, more powerful, expanding in her mind to become more of something that was a part of her. Whatever it was it was weaving itself within her, not just in her mind, but in her body too.

At each pulse, the presence seemed to be trying to defend her, protect her. Fighting back at the foreign… thing that was being pushed into her mind. There was a battle being taken place in Rose's consciousness between the presence and the pulses. The problem was that the pulsing seemed to be winning. Each torture session, Rose found that the presence was shrinking in her mind, unable to fight back as hard as the foreigner as it began to take over her body. Despite all this, Rose head continued to throb and she was utterly exhausted from the constant battle in her mind.

Rose found that each time she woke up there was always something different. Sometimes the woman watched her withering in pain. Sometimes the bald man would inject something into her shoulder or change the IV. The bald man's moods were always different though. There were times when he told her to shut up at every sound she made. Other times he poked her with an empty needle to make her scream and cry more.

Rose didn't know how many times she had suffered through this torture. Whenever she tried to count, her memories became blurred. She wasn't sure whether she had imagined some of the torture or whether it was for real. The only true thing she knew was The Doctor. The brilliant, sad, over-excited, impossible man. She held onto him, because that memory was the only thing that wasn't driving her insane.

There was no way to tell how fast time was passing. No way to know whether anyone was trying to find her. No way of knowing anything.

"She's almost ready," The bald man said, preparing Rose again for another set of electric pulses. She winced as he pushed one of the needles further into her skull. The tears fell from her eyes, running down the side of her face like a stream. Rose's eyes were crusted with sleep which she couldn't wipe out.

"The mistress has been waiting a long time," The sharp eyed woman snapped.

"She won't have to wait much longer," The bald man said lifting up the remote. The dreadful, horrific device that Rose couldn't help but cringe at the sight of it.

"No," Rose whimpered, trying to push herself away from the bald man. "Please…"

The bald man's eyes crinkled as he pressed the button.

Rose screamed, arching her back as the pain course through her mind. Each time she was given the electric pulses through her mind, her physical body became more resilient. Instant of falling unconscious instantly, she would last a few seconds, then 10 seconds, then 20 seconds, gradually increasing over time. Sadly this meant that her physical body suffered through more pain.

She felt every muscle in her body tense up, quaking with the pulses that electrified her mind. The presence in her mind was once more alive, attacking the oncoming foreigner, but its strength was nothing to its opposition. The foreign pulse was winning, spreading slowly through her body. She could feel it creep down her arm like another layer of skin. A layer of pain.

As the battle in her mind raged on, all she could feel was agony, all she could hear was her own screams, but this time she saw more than just the flash of white light across her eyes. Rose saw what was being pulsed into her mind just as her body collapsed with exhaustion.

A swirl of colour. Brief, but vibrant. Mostly it was black, but rings of dark red and navy circled towards her. The pulsing of the current in her mind flashed the image in front of her eyes every second, using it to scorch her mind. Soaking it.

Rose knew what it was the moment she saw it. She had seen it before. Beautiful yet terrifying. Brilliant and yet sinful.

It was the Space-Time Vortex.

Her mind didn't last long beyond that thought and, even though the Vortex of Space and Time continued to scorch her mind, Rose fell into a deep unconsciousness.

Her admirers on the other hand watched in awe. Rose's skin was glowing, gold dust like particles circling her body like she was a magnetic field. Her veins on the surface of her skin were now golden as were the back of her throat and the slits of her scrunched up eyes, but it wasn't everywhere. Not yet. The golden glow had not reached the second knuckle of her fingers, nor had it gotten past the first knuckle of her toes. There wasn't much to go.

"Take a blood sample," The bald man said quickly to the woman, handing her an empty needle. The sharp eyed women jabbed the needle into the forearm of the jerking woman on the bench. She drew the plunger backwards, filling the needle with glowing blood. The woman withdrew the needle holding it to the light.

Rose's blood was initially red, but it seemed to have liquid like gold mixed within it. It was like each individual blood cell had been coated in a thin layer of gold, the light reflecting off it brilliantly. Her blood shined brightly under the lamp light, clearly expressing a sign that Rose was no longer human.

For the first time, Rose woke up by herself. There was no cup against her lips, no water being poured into her mouth. She separated her cracked lips, groaning softly before opening her crusted eyes.

…Rose…

The room was surprisingly dark. It's disorientated Rose slightly to be engulfed in such darkness. She had grown so used to the single blinding spotlight over her, but the dark didn't terrify her. Quite the opposite. The dark was comforting. It meant the no one was in the room. That no one was going to harm her.

She wasn't alone though.

…Rose…

Rose looked around the darkness, trying to search for the one who was calling her name. It sounded like a lost echo, but no one had said her name in a long time. In fact, no one calls her anything anymore. She is just 'she'.

…I'm here…

It was then that Rose realised that the voice was in her mind. The presence in her mind, was filling her. Wrapping around her mind like a comforting hug. Rose felt… love for the first time in a very long time. Comfort. Love. That she was being cared for.

The Space-Time Vortex fought, but it wasn't strong enough yet. The presence on the other hand seemed to have new energy and was using it to comfort Rose rather than fight.

"Help…" Rose breathed. She tried turning her head, but quickly discovered that the wire helmet still had its needles injected into her skull.

…Not long now…

Rose whimpered slightly. Not long? How long was not long? She tried to be angry at the presence. She tried to throw all her anger at it through her mind, but even Rose's mind was weak. She couldn't feel such intense emotions like that. Her misery was weighing down any other emotion, including anger.

…I'm here…

The presence wasn't as strong as Rose initially wished it to be. Rose still felt there was a slight separation between their connection. The Vortex was separating them. It was as if the presence was a door that was holding back the vortex, but it wasn't holding. The connection was strong enough that Rose could understand it.

"W… who?" Rose whispered, finding herself drifting off again.

…You are the Bad Wolf…

Rose frowned ever so slightly. She couldn't understand. Her mind was so muddled that she couldn't comprehend what the presence was trying to say.

…Rest…

Immediately, Rose relaxed. She felt her mind and her body slip under into a calming sleep. The presence was there. Caring for her. Loving her.

…I'm here…

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