Summary: Rose tries desperately to reunite with the Doctor but the Silence are moving against them. Ood Sigma forewarns of the destruction of the universe but what does this have to do with the Bad Wolf? Why is the TARDIS failing? And Donna has remembered all...

Rating: T

A/N: Well I was really happy with the reviews I got for last chapter and the new story/author alerts. Woweee… Anyway yes I did change my name. However any settings or plot that is mine… Is mine!:') ENJOY! And please please please review. You know the drill; review for a new chapter.

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Chapter Four

Sea Over Sand

"Welcome back Rose…"

Waves gushed over the soft beach, sea over sand, the smell of salt reached Rose's nostrils as ever so slowly her eyes prised themselves open and then closed quickly again. They carried on in this cycle, opening and closing, until finally Rose's body was adjusted enough to the bright, summer sunlight that shone brightly down upon the beach she was lay upon. Her head pounded, her limbs ached painfully and bile rose in her throat, inching up her neck, until the blonde was forced to roll over slightly onto her side and vomit upon the wet sand. Now she had to get up, either that or fall in the puddle of her own sick. She would get up. Rose gently began to push herself up, resting most of her weight on her arms, and her muscles screamed for rest as the movement forced them to work to early. They shook precariously for a few seconds before collapsing under the strain, sending Rose flying down towards the puddle of sick on the wet sand. She only just had time to half-spin in the air before the side of her head collided with her vomit. It splattered outwards with a sickening noise, clung in her blonde locks that - when standing - fell down to her shoulders, and she could feel it against the side of her skin. It was slimy and wet and smelled disgusting. It was disgusting. She was almost sick again, almost. She pushed up once more, taking more time and care, not putting to much energy in all at once, and this time she actually got to her feet. A few seagulls flew overhead, squawking loudly as they squabbled over a fish one of them was clutching in its beak.

Staggering as if she were drunk, Rose managed to get herself over to the salty water and she knelt down to wash out all the sick. Discarding her stylish purple jacket she spent a couple of minutes cupping water in her hands and then pouring it over herself. It took a while as the water kept draining out of her hands but eventually she finished the task. By the time she was done Rose's headache had almost disappeared leaving only a small throbbing behind and her limbs felt all right again. Her plain white t-shirt clung to her skin, almost turning transparent, her jeans were soaking wet and sand was stuck all over her shins. Quickly she shed her damp and dirtied clothes, scooped up her jacket and made her way towards the sand dunes that were situated on the far side of the beach away from where she had woke up. The seagulls flew overhead again still fighting over the fish.

Rose didn't really pay much attention to where she was or why she was there. She didn't think of how strange it was that all of this had happened. In fact she didn't even know what had happened. Her mind didn't even venture near them confusing thoughts, not like usual. She was to preoccupied with her clothes and health. Her hands wrung out most of the water she could out of her t-shirt as the sun naturally dried off her hair and she walked along in her bra and panties. Modesty and embarrassment didn't affect Rose ever since she had signed up for Torchwood. It was warm enough for her not to shiver but the sea air still had a slight bite to it. Her feet stepped off wet, compact sand into soft sand signalling that she had reached the dunes and Rose lay down her clothes carefully before sitting down on the ground. It was only then that she looked around. It was only then Rose wished that she hadn't. It was only then Rose's thoughts began to venture. She was on Dårlig Ulv-Stranden. Bad Wolf Bay. Once again. Her nightmare brought to life. Her hell in both universe's.

She must have been dead. Or dreaming. This place it was everything bad. It broke her heart time after time… It kept her from her love; The Doctor…

She wished she wasn't here. That she could just die in death but she couldn't. Could she?

God, now she was going crazy! She was losing her grip on sanity. She was - wait... how had she even got here? What could she remember? Not much just - just;

Light… Tears… That voice… Crack… Time… The hum… The TARDIS… Hope…

So much and yet so little. It was all so disconnected and Rose couldn't put the pieces of the jigsaw together. She just needed to take a step back, breathe in and think. Sighing Rose closed her blue eyes and her mind immediately began to work, trying to connect everything and make some sense out of all this nonsense. Then it stopped. All of her thoughts stopped. They were consumed by immense pain.

All because of an arrow.

A poisoned tip arrow that pierced the naked calf of Rose's outstretched leg. It sunk deep in, tearing through flesh and striking a vein, and Rose screamed out once before falling backwards onto the tiny grains of sand and blacking out; her last thoughts of The Doctor in the TARDIS. Love.

"Rose…"

It had been simple really. A few clicks here and there, a push of this lever, and it would have been done. The plan would have succeeded but it hadn't. It had all gone terribly wrong ever since the duo had even set foot in the lobby of the old run down hospital. The thick chunks of wire that dangled down from the ceiling had swayed ominously in the non existent wind that blew through the metal building. It had been a clear warning of 'Stay out!' and so had been the large font wrote in paint across the doorway. There had been lots of hints. All of them ignored. The Doctor had always known his thirst for trouble and adventure wouldn't turn out well in the end but, just like the signs, he had ignored these thoughts. He ignored a lot of things. Maybe he shouldn't of. Or maybe he should. Whatever. He shouldn't of in this instance.

BOOM! The wall next to The Doctor ripped apart, sending shrapnel flying in all directions and The Doctor smashing into the tiny glass window opposite where the little shop should have been. He wished that all this hadn't of happened and he wished that there was a shop. Why did no-one ever have a little shop? First in New Earth and then now here on The SilverStar. The SilverStar had been a luxury space planet-ship which could be hired for use back in the days when humanity had just reached outer space but now it was desolate and in a state of disrepair. It floated endlessly in space, from galaxy to galaxy with no meaning and no purpose.

BOOM! BOOM! More shrapnel fired everywhere as the second bomb went off sending the big support column downwards; roof in tow. The Doctor weakly rolled under the nearest desk and covered his head as metal, glass and wood rained down upon him in tons.

"AMY!" He screeched as smoke began to billow from an unknown source inside the lobby. He cried out again and again for his lost companion but the smoke began to fill his lungs and his throat and The Doctor began to choke. He spluttered and coughed in an effort to remove the foul, acrid gas from his body and it worked, to some degree. Just not enough. "AMY!"

It was his fault they had got into this mess. And now he was going to end up killing another of his beloved companions. Where was she? What if she was dead already? What if she died without even remembering Rory? What if someone else died because of him again?

He shouldn't have pressed that button.

Never press big red buttons.

He knew that know. Before though it had seemed like some stupid lie when people said 'Don't press the big red button!' and The Doctor had thought that all of it was human superstition. The apes making up nonsense for no reason at all. How could that nonsense actually be true? What could be wrong with pressing a big red button? This. All they had been trying to do was to remove the hospital of a deadly disease and now he had done this. He was stupid. And Amy was going to die because of his stupidity.

"OI DOCTOR! WHERE ARE YOU?" A slightly weakened – yet still extremely loud – Scottish voice called out from the opposite side of the room. "DOC?" He knew it was Amelia Pond.

He couldn't be more relieved to finally hear Amy's voice. She was alive. For now at least. "O-OVER HERE." He dragged his body closer to where the call had sounded from in desperate need of some kind of visual proof that Amelia Pond was still alive and that his brain had not just been tricking him. BOOM! Another part of the hospital, far away, blew up and the room shook scattering debris even more. Glass stuck into the side of The Doctor, his clothes and bowtie were ripped in various places, blood staining others, and his face was charred black. A second round of coughs broke out of him hurting his chest and throat and halting his crawling. This time it stung even more and his throat was quicker and quicker becoming dryer and dryer, soon he would run out of saliva, dehydrate even! Then he would die. Then Amy would. He reached forwards with his arms, gripped a short but firm metal pole and heaved his body into an upright position. BOOM!

Flames erupted licking up at the sides of the walls and closing in around The Doctor. He heard Amy scream and he called out again but he still couldn't see her! He couldn't see past this thick wall of acrid smoke. He couldn't even see his feet. This was it he was going to die. HA! The great Time Lord reduced to death – or at the very least regeneration – by a simple hospital that was internally exploding. Not the greatest of deaths. Not the most memorable or fitting for The Doctor either.

Amy screamed once more and it resonated off the bare metal hull of the hospital wing. She screamed on and on and on. Never ending, sounding so hurt, so in pain it was unbearable. The Doctor spurred forwards, tripped, and fell headfirst onto the floor. He was too weak. He could barely hold his own weight. How would he be able to save Amy get them back to the TARDIS and escape in time? He couldn't. His eyes fell shut in a defeated, weakened act.

And then they opened. Bright white light filled his head, then something gold and something a dark shade of blue. His eyes slowly came into focus and confusion swept over him at what he saw; something impossible…

A/N: No I am not sorry for the cliffhangers! I actually hate this chapter and wasn't going to upload it but… I felt that you might want it. It is such rubbish writing. Ugh. Oh my Rowling 2000 odd words! Biggest chapter so far. I edited the last chapters. REVIEW!