AN: I know I only updated yesterday and here we are again. I had planned to update on Saturday but I was reading my reviews and I decided since I was ahead in writing the story that I might as well update after hearing your nice reviews.

It was surprising how easily the Doctor sidestepped the attack on him but his attacker was easily prepared and his seconh attack narrowly missed slicing the Doctor's torso.

"So how did you get on to my ship?" He grinned ducking as the knife sliced at the air above his now ducked head.

"Your stop at Heclacta. It was so easily done. You didn't even notice Time Lord." The faux-Doctor made another attack as the Doctor grabbed his wrist and twisted it, knocking the knife out of his hand.

"I thought there was something wrong when we left there. Why are you here? What possible reason could you have for sneaking on board and trying to kill my companion and myself?"

Pushing the faux-Doctor against the wall, he made a grab for the knife but was unsucesful as he was tripped from behind. He turned and kicked the faux-Doctor back and reached out for the knife.

Without giving his double a chance to realise what he was doing he rushed over to Rose and slit open her bonds. He grinned at her and whispered, "Run!" before once again ducking as another fist almost collided with his head.

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Rose watched in horror as they fought each other, neither one willing to surender and neither one seemingly having the advantage over the other one.

The knife was long gone, lying somewhere between the white room she had been tied up in and the corridor they were fighting in. It wasn't that far in distance but when and where it had fallen was a mystery to her.

The blur of brown suits was the only thing she could see anymore. Occasionally she could see a tuft of brown on one of their faces, which she presumed to be the Doctor's beard but she couldn't be sure.

The only thing Rose knew for sure was that this needed to end. Now.

Rose picked up the nearest thing to hand, a coviently placed metal bar, and swung. Her only thought was to helping the Doctor. She wasn't sure exactly which one was which anymore but it no longer matter if she hit the wrong one, she could always hit the other one if that was the case.

The sound of metal coliding with flesh was the first sound she heard. The second was a grunt as the body flew on the ground, sliding down the corridor before becoming completely still.

"Nice shot…" She turned to look at a bearded Doctor and grinned.

"Five years worth of playing rounders for PE." She commented, as if it was the most obvious answer. She felt the corners of her mouth twitch up as she smiled her first genuine smile of the day. It was him, it was really him.

Not wasting a second she reached over and threw her arms around him, happy in the knowledge that he wasn't a monster. "Oh I missed you!" she exclaimed feeling his arms resting around hers.

"Quite right to. I'm sorry for everything." He muttered.

Pulling back, she looked him in the eye and said with complete certainty, "It wasn't your fault."

"He was inside my head. Digging through my thoughts. I saw what he was putting you through and I couldn't do anything. I tried to send my thoughts through him at times but I couldn't force him to stop and…" He looked away ashamed, "Oh, I'm sorry Rose."

She cupped his face in her hands and forced him to look into her eyes, "It – wasn't – your – fault!"

She watched as a smiled tugged on his face and he leaned into her hand. She winced having forgotten about her injured hand.

"What' wrong?" The Doctor asked, concern evident on his face.

"It's nothing. I just hurt my hand.The Doctor's face grew serious as he began to check over her injured hand.

"I'll put that in a cast later." He said giving her a nod that she thought meant everything was okay.

She hugged him again and laughed as she felt something brush her face, "You really need to shave."

The Doctor looked back confused and hurt as he rubbed his growing beard, "It' not that bad!" He protested which only gained in him receiving an incredilious look from Rose, "Is it?"

Rose remained silent.

"So let's find out what my double wanted with us before he wakes up." began the Doctor, turning away from the subject of beards. The Doctor bended down beside the faux-Doctor who lay unconscious on the ground. "Does my hair really look like that?"

The Doctor never got to hear Rose's answer because she never had time to give it. Before either of them could realise, the faux-Doctor had shot up, knife in hand and sliced at the Doctor.

Feeling the metal slice against his cheek, the Doctor staggered backwards as blood poured down his hand which he held against his now injured cheek. The faux-Doctor was up once again within seconds as he attempted another attack on the Doctor.

Rose rushed forward to pull the Doctor out of the way seeing the knife in his hand but he was already wrestling once again for the knife with the faux-Doctor.

One kick sent the Doctor sprawling backwards into Rose who felt the harsh sound of the wall crack against her head before she slumped forwards, letting the darkness take over her for the final time that day.

To be continued…

AN: Did I lure you into a false sense of security? Hopefully I did because that was what I was intending. As usual, with me and mysteries, there is always a surprise and nothing is ever what it seems so keep reading.