Changed my mind. Putting episodes into two parts. :P


~DW~

We were about to go to another patient, when the lift opened up and Rose stepped out. Something was off, her blouse was opened up and she seemed a little… different.

"There you are! Come and look at this patient. Marconi's Disease. Should take years to recover. Two days. I've never seen anything like it. They've invented a cell washing cascade. It's amazing. Their medical science is way advanced. And this one." He lead her around as I followed a few steps behind, watching both of them quietly. Rose only seemed to be disgusted by the patients, and only interested slightly in what the Doctor was saying.

"Pallidome Pancrosis. Kills you in ten minutes, and he's fine. I need to find a terminal. I've got to see how they do this. Because if they've got the best medicine in the world, then why is it such a secret?" He mused, and looked to Rose expecting an answer.

"I can't Adam and Eve it." She replied in a weird voice. My eyebrows knitted together as I wondered who this person was. It certainly wasn't Rose.

"Whats- whats- whats with the voice?" The Doctor asked as they made way to a terminal. They stood by an archway as she stopped, gazing at him with unhidden lust.

"Og, I don't know. Just larking about. New Earth, new me." She seduced, and if I wasn't so worried as to who this person's identity was, I would of looked away in disgust and stuck my tongue out. Then pretended to gag.

"Well, I can talk. New new Doctor." He was flirting back! Didn't he realize it wasn't Rose?

"Mmm, aren't you just." She purred back. Then she grabbed the Doctor by his lapels and kissed him long and hard and I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Ew, ew, ew. Daughter still here! That's nasty!" I exclaimed, and they pulled away, the woman giving me a nasty glare. She walked past me seductively, or what she probably thought was into the next room.

"Terminal's this way. Phew." She lead on. The Doctor stood there in shock, and I made way over to him and gave him a look.

"Yep, still got it." He squeaked out, high pitched and a few octaves above his normal.

"Doctor, that's not Rose." I hissed out at him. He shook his head, and got out of his reverie.

"I… I know. Rose isn't… Rose doesn't..." He stuttered, taking her hand and squeezing it.

"What, kiss you?" I asked softly. He gave me a sad, longing look, then tugged me after the impersonator.

"C'mon." He said calmly, leading me to a terminal by the lift where the Woman was waiting. The Doctor began to investigate it as the person acting like Rose shot me looks and I rolled my eyes. God, what was wrong with her?

"Nope, nothing odd. Surgery, post-op, nano-dentistry. No sign of a shop." The Doctor repeated and I shook my head.

"It's also missing something else what abo-" I was cut off as the woman interrupted me.

"When I was downstairs, those nurse cat nuns were talking about intensive care. Where is it?" She asked, and gave me a smirk. The Doctor eyed her for a moment, before going back to the machine.

"You're right. Well done." He praised.

"So why hide a whole department? It's gotta be somewhere." I remarked.

"Search the sub-frame." The woman suggested. Now I was convinced, how would Rose know about a Sub-frame? Whoever this person was, was going to pay if they hurt my mum.

"What if the sub-frame's locked?" The Doctor tested. He was trying to be sure, precatious.

"Try the installation protocol." Not-Rose replied easily. The Doctor and I shared a look, before he pulled out a metal like stick that reminded me of a torch.

"Yeah. Of course. Sorry. Hold on." It glowed for a moment, then the whole wall in front of us slided down to reveal a metal corridor.

"What was that thing?" I asked as we stepped inside.

"Sonic screwdriver." He replied, and examined the walls of the tunnel. "intensive care. Certainly looks intensive."

~DW~

Not-Rose lead the way down a good old-fashioned staircase. It made way to a large circular area, reminding me of a prison. Thousands of layers going up and down, all lined with glowing, green luminescent cells. The Doctor went over to one of the nearer cells at random, and opened it. A hunched figure containing all different types of boils and wealts stands there in pain, sickly. I look on in sad silence.

"My… my god. Who- who would do that?" I choke out, close to crying.

"That's disgusting. What's wrong with him?" Not-Rose asked, looking disgruntled, but not caring very much. Fury fills me, and I almost want to slap her.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The Doctor remorsefully tells the figure, before shutting it. Then he moved on to another one, and opened it up. This time it was a woman, looking none too better than the last. Each of these cells, containing a living, tortured, poor human. Hundreds. Thousands.

"Why?" I asked, softly.

"What disease is that?" Not-Rose asked, and the Doctor didn't even look at her, his gaze riveted on the woman in the cell.

"All of them. Every single disease in the galaxy. They've been infected with everything." He replied in a hollow voice. I stiffened.

"Why? Who would do that to all these poor, innocent beings? Locked away and tortured, in agony?" I asked him, and he shook his head, not replying.

"What about us? Are we safe?" Not-Rose asked in worry.

"The air's sterile. Tust don't touch them." He replied, shutting the door.

"How many patients are there?" Not-Rose asked in curiosity, looking out over the ledge of the catwalk.

"Their not patients, their prisoners. Locked away and tortured." I seethed.

"But their sick." Not-Rose defended.

"They were born sick. They're meant to be sick. They exist to be sick. Lab rats. No wonder the Sisters have got a cure for everything. They've build the ultimate research laboratory. A human farm." The Doctor ranted, looking angry. I stepped back at the fury that was contained in his eyes, like a storm about to erupt right about me when I gazed into it.

"Why don't they just die?" Not-Rose asked, and I glared at her, ready to yell some sense into this impersonator who didn't even care! She didn't care about all these masses only made to be put through suffering!

"Plague carriers, the last to go." The Doctor sneered.

"It's for the greater cause." We turned to find Novice Hame by the stairs, looking worried and trying to be her best at convincing.

"Hame, when you joined the Sisterhood, when you took your vows, did you agree to this? To manslaughter?" I asked in unbridled rage.

"The Sisterhood are sworn to help." She defended.

"What, by killing?" The Doctor inquisited.

"But they're not real people. They're specially grown. They have no proper existence." Hame seemed as if she was trying to convince herself more than us, upset and confused.

"What's the turnover, hmm? Thousand a day? Thousand the next? Thousand the next? How many thousands? For how many years? How many?!" He yelled, and I took a step towards him, and took his hand, trying to calm him slightly. He squeezed tightly, but I didn't mind. Even if I was just as furious as he was, I couldn't let him do something he'd regret.

"Mankind needed us. They came to this planet with so many illnesses. We couldn't cope. We did try. We tried everything. We tried using clone-meat and bio-cattle, but the results were too slow, so the sisterhood grew it's own flesh. That's all they are, flesh." She tried to explain.

"These people are alive, and even then whatever else you use, if it can breathe, if it has blood that pumps and a mind that thinks, using it like this is wrong!" I countered.

"But think of those Humans out there, healthy and happy because of us." She pleaded. I closed my eyes, remembering the Duke. He was alive, but only because thousands were dying everyday. How many had died already to cultivate a cure for the people in the ward? In the hospital? Planet? Galaxy? Hundred of thousands.

"If they live because of all thise death from day to day, then life is worthless." I replied softly.

"But who are you to decide that?" Hame asked.

"I'm the Doctor. And if you don't like it, if you want to take it to a higher authority, then there isn't one. It stops with me." He commanded, and I looked up the see him focused completely on Hame, all his authority at his control.

"Just to conform, none of the humans in the city actually know about this?" I'd forgotten about her, Not-Rose.

"We thought it best not." Hame replied simply.

"Hold on. i can understand the bodies. i can understand your vows. one thing I can't understand. What have you done to Rose?" He asked, and if I thought he had been angry before, now he was furious.

"I don't know what you mean." Hame denied.

"And I'm being very, very calm. You want to be aware of that. Very, very calm. And the only reason I'm being so very, very calm is that the brain is a delicate thing. Whatever you've done to Rose's head, I want it reversed." The Doctor stated in a mad tone, filled with restraint.

"We haven't done anything." Hame persisted.

"I'm perfectly fine." Not-Rose defended shakily. I turned to her with narrowed eyes.

"You're not Rose, haven't been since you came up that lift." I lashed out, and Not-Rose glared at me.

"Those people are dying, and Rose would care." The Doctor stated. Suddenly it seemed like Not-Rose's demeanor changed, as she gave us a smirk.

"Oh, all right, clever clogs. Smarty pants. Lady-killer." She insulted, and The Doctor and I stepped a bit away from her.

"What's happened to you?" The Doctor asked.

"I knew something was going on in this hospital, but I needed this body and your mind to find it out." She replied nonchalantly.

"Who are you?" I hissed out.

"The last human." She answered simply, as if it answered everything. I blinked at her, confused.

"Cassandra?" The Doctor asked in shock.

""Wake up and smell the perfume." She replied in a fake-sweet tone before pulling out a vile of liquid and squirting it at me and The Doctor. Quickly, we fell down and passed out.

~DW~

Suddenly, I felt as if I was being squished in my own mind. It hurt. I fought against the compression, but quickly found enough room for me to hide in my own mind. Something was in here with me, and it was making itself at home, taking me over. I couldn't stop it, and doing the best I could, hid myself and my thoughts.

For a few minutes I was alone in the small area I had barricaded myself into, until suddenly, the presence left. I blinked open my eyes to find myself in a room in front of a door, hearing sounds of pursuit behind us. Rose is standing to my left, the Doctor in front of me. I clutched my head and stumbled before standing up.

"My head. What happened?" I asked, only to find Rose staring at the Doctor in confusion. Wait? That wasn't the Doctor, was it?

"Oh, my. This is different." Cassandra in the Doctor stated curiously, examining herself.

"Cassandra?" Rose asked in shock.

"Goodness me, I'm a man. Yum. So many parts. And hardly used." I didn't need to hear that, the grossness on so many levels causing me to wince.

"Get out of him!" Rose demanded.

"Oo, he's slim, and a little bit foxy. You've thought so too. I've been inside both your heads. You've been looking, Rose. You like it." She winked saucily at Rose then turned to me. "And you don't trust daddy and mummy, do you poor dear? All alone and hiding behind such a vicious attitude to hide it, eh?" I blushed, gaping at her as Rose gave me a sad look. Before anyone else could speak, a mass of the diseased people bursted in, shuffling towards them.

"What do we do? What would he do? The Doctor, what the hell would he do?" Cassandra cried in panic, and I slapped her… or him hard.

"Shut it!" I yelled as Cassandra rubbed her face while Rose looked around.

"Ladder. We've got to go up." Rose stated, heading towards the ladder. Cassandra pushed past Rose and Climbed up first.

"Out of the way, blonde." The Not-Doctor commanded.

I went up as Rose told me to go first, and quickly Rose followed up the ladder. I could hear the sickly calling to us, asking for help.

~DW~

We were on the ladder still climbing, trying to out race the sick people following down below.

"Get out of the Doctor, he can think of something." I yelled at Cassandra.

"Yap, yap, yap. God, it was tedious inside your head, Rose. Hormone city. Your head was all brooding silence and anger." She said looking towards me. I growled at her, and if she wasn't in the Doctor's body, I would of pulled her off the ladder by the ankle. Wait, would I really? No- I wouldn't kill anyone, no matter what.

"Were going to die if-" Rose was cut off by a sharp scream she gave. Looking down, Matron Casp had a firm grasp on her ankle.

"Get off!" Rose cried, trying her best to shake off the Cat-lady.

"All our good work. All that healing. The good name of the Sisterhood. You have destroyed everything!" She hissed at them.

"Go and play with a ball of string." Cassandra muttered, still thinking about what to do next. I was thinking as well, trying to come up with a plan for escape.

"Everywhere, disease. This human world. Sickness!" Casp cried, before she fell, a sick human right below her, screaming. No, why did Casp have to fall? Why did she have to die?

"Move!" Rose shouted. They continued up the ladder after their pause. We eventaully got to the top, the doors not opening.

"Now what do we do?" Cassandra asked me and Rose.

"Use the sonic screwdriver!" Rose yelled up at her, watching below for the sickly.

"You mean this thing?" Cassandra asked, pulling it out.

"Yes!" I told her.

"Well, I don't know how. That Doctor's hidden away all his thoughts." Cassandra replied in worry.

"Cassandra get into me, my head can hold you better than Rose, and we need the Doctor!" I stated, and she thought about it for a moment, before nodding.

"Hold on tight." Then she left the Doctor, and went back into me. Once again I was left in my own mind as I tried to hide myself. Suddenly, I was back again. What?

"No matter how difficult the situation, there is no need to shout." Cassandra said to herself, or rather- the Doctor.

"Cassandra, get out of him!" Rose shouted at her.

"But I can't go into you, he simply refuses for either of you. He's so rude." She whined.

"We don't care, do something!" I yelled at her again.

"Oh, I am so going to regret this." She muttered, before leaving the Doctor and entering the sick woman beneath rose.

"Oh, sweet lord. I look disgusting." Cassandra stated. The Doctor quickly opened the hatch, and they quickly went in.

"Nice to have you both back." He smield at them, trying to close the doors before Cassandra could follow.

"No, you don't." And back came the darkness.

~DW~

Suddenly I was released once more, falling down before I could catch myself. The Doctor caught me, hovering over me worriedly.

"Oh! You alright? Woah! Okay?" He asked as I scrambled to regain my balance.

"I'm fine- Thanks for catching me." I thanked, smiling to him.

"Welcome back." He greeted warmly. I went over to Rose and gave her a hug, noticing her worried look. Although I didn't like giving hugs- or being very close to people in general, I knew when one was needed.

"Oh sweet Lord. I'm a walking doodle." Turning around, I found that Cassandra had inhibited a pale man with tribal markings, hunched over and draped in a cloak. I felt anger towards her, until I noticed that she seemed to be in pain.

"You can't stay in there. I'm sorry, Cassandra, but that's not fair. I can take you to the city. They can build you a skin tank and you can stand trial for what you've done." The Doctor told her.

"Well, that would be rather dramatic. Possibly my finest hour, and certainly my finest hat, but I'm afraid we don't have much time. Poor little Chip is only a half-life, and he's been through so much. Is heart is racing so. He's failing. I don't think he's going to last." She responded before falling to her knees. We all ran over to her, and I put a hand on her shoulder as the Doctor crouched to her height, Rose standing next to Cassandra on the other side.

"Are you alright?" The Doctor asked, worried. I bit my lip, unsure what to say.

"I'm fine. I'm dying, but that's fine." My hearts pinched in my chest, and I watched in sadness. That wasn't alright. Cassandra might of been a nice person, had I had gotten to actually know her. She had only wanted to live longer, and was there anything wrong with that? No, but it became wrong when you resorted to what Cassandra did. She had humiliated me, Rose, and the Doctor. I can only imagine what she said while in me.

"I can take you to the city." The Doctor repeated, but Cassandra only shook her head.

"No, you won't. Everything's new on this planet. There's no place for Chip and me any more. You're right Doctor. It's time to die, and that's good." She admitted, and I squeezed her shoulder comfortingly. I remembered just before they came here, when I had prepared to die. But then, I would still live, even if as a different person. But Cassandra was really dying. Nothing.

"Come on. There's one last thing I can do." The Doctor told Cassandra before standing up, and we left the hospital.

~DW~

The Tardis materialized into the party where no one could see it. I stood by the door, back against the wall. I was watching Cassandra in silence, still slightly suspicious of her. But when she looked up at me, I couldn't help but relax and give her a sad look before she stepped out.

The Doctor was next to her, and Rose and I stepped up behind her.

"Thankyou." Cassandra whispered to us, as we could hear her past self talking to others, life of the party it seemed.

"Just go. And don't look back." The Doctor replied quietly.

"Good luck." Rose said to her. I was silent, before speaking.

"Thank you Cassandra. I'm sorry." Turning around, I didn't want to watch her die as the Doctor and Rose followed. They Tardis set off in silence, it's passengers silent in thought.


Up next;

Suspicions-

Isabella is confronted by Rose, and is forced to tell her about how she feels about both Rose and The Doctor, but in turn, Isabella confronts them and learns the truth about her existence. Was she nothing more than a mistake?

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-Change of wings