A/N: It's clear that this story is amongst my darker ones, and this chapter does start to show it, so if you are easily offended by it, please don't read it.

Rose sat on the bench of Pete's Mansion's back yard. The old friendly, if slightly intimidating, stone fence had been replaced by a concoction of her husband's. It was steel and glass, only stronger steel than commonly found on Earth and an unbreakable glass. She stared at her perfect, smooth and manicured hands, trying to ignore the three armed and emotionless guards standing nearby, and ready to move in an instant. They were the only reason she was allowed out into the garden, the constant supervision. She still couldn't fathom were it all went wrong.

Was it a year ago, when he had imprisoned her family in the long unused cells underground?

Was it a month before that when he threw her to the wall on their cut short honeymoon after discovering her immortality?

Was it the day before that when he almost broke her hand at their wedding, and stared at her so possessively but had shown no happiness at their matrimony?

Was it even earlier, with the late nights and secret projects she assumed were to do with their upcoming marriage?

Or before that when he ignored her after Bad Wolf Bay and her idiotic assumption he just needed to adjust?

When his Time-Lord counterpart left her behind with him?

When the real Doctor didn't save her from the new universe?

When he left her to her death for Reinette?

Or did it start long ago when he regenerated? She couldn't believe that he hated her in his old body. Not the whole time. You couldn't fake those kinds of deep looks, there was no way. She refused to let this oh-so-human version of the man she loved ruin that. She sighed deeply and got out her personal organiser. Turned communicator of course. She couldn't let her husband realise that she had sent help over to her old universe, not if she wanted to stay alive and well long enough for her plan to work.

"Mrs. Rose?" One of the guards tried to get her attention. She turned on her fakest dumb blond smile and spun around to face him. He gulped.

"The Boss has asked for us to go back in. He says he trusts you not to try anything."

She nodded dreamily and ignored him and the others as they went back inside the now cold house. She noticed there was a message on her communicator from Sarah Jane. She looked around to see that she was alone and slipped on headphones before letting it play. Tears sprang to her eyes as Jack's message played and she saw his grinning face on the tiny screen, the limited tech not doing him justice. She couldn't shake the guilt of what she did to him, and every night, when she was waiting for her husband to come to her bed she cried for him. She could still remember when he told her about Jack's curse, what she had done with her misplaced power and love. He took such joy in her horrified face and tears until she had punched him in her grief. She'd been beaten into submission that night, and taken every punch and blow as her punishment. It had almost killed her, as had the beatings every night since then, but she couldn't bring herself to fight against it. She had to leave though. She had to try and fix Jack, to apologise to Mickey, to save her family and to not disappoint her Dalek friend. She guessed the transmission was late in coming through, as she was planning to leave that night, before her husband came to bed. She slipped the samples of her family's DNA into the little machine and slipped it into her trans-dimensional bra pocket. It was the one that she had brought over with her originally, that she hadn't worn in years, not wanting it to wear out. She was ready to leave again though, and if he rejected her again she'd find a ship to travel around the universe by herself.

She was setting up the machine when she saw the doorknob turn and she was terrified. It needed another five minutes to warm up before she could press the last button to send her, her mother and almost-father and brother across the void. She slipped it under the pillow and lay on the bed, pretending to read a book. He slipped in, wearing his favourite 'tuxedo of doom' and dangerous smile, and holding a little tube with a single red button.

"Hello wifey girl." He seemed cheerier than usual. She threw him a look and tried to ignore his menacing approach. He frowned. "There now, that isn't the way to greet your husband who brought you a present. I tested it on those guards you hate so much."

"Did you have to?" She asked carelessly. It bothered her the way he threw away other's lives like last week's newspaper. She couldn't show it though; otherwise he'd kill more to irritate her, like he did for their anniversary.

"Yes. One of them was leering at you. That's my job." He leant over her, ripping the book out of her hands and throwing it to the side. He licked the side of her face. She could feel him finding an excuse. "You didn't use the soap I got you? You know how hard it was find?" He grew red and slapped her face, leaning back. She sighed inwardly and closed her eyes, slipping her hand under the pillow. He started throwing punches at her stomach as she managed to slip the small device into her sleeve without him noticing. It was good timing as he grabbed her wrist with his strong fingers, fracturing the wrist, and threw her the floor. She refused to cry out, mentally counting the slow seconds pass by. He kicked her all over, his blows mainly falling on her back but also on her legs and arms. His leg hit her head, hard and she lost count of whatever she was waiting for. He smirked at her dazed expression and held up his new toy.

"See this my love? I made it today. Look what it can do." He pressed the button and a fiery beam shone over her body, causing burns to follow in its wake. Her mind sharpened and she was able to press the button on her 'toy'. She felt the slow pull at the same time he noticed it and she watched in pained satisfaction at his fury and horror.

"Goodbye my oh so loving husband. Goodbye Master."