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Chapter 7: Nightmares and Revelations

Rose Tyler's POV

It's morning. Or at least it feels like morning. Slightly feeling out of touch with reality. As if something was pulled out of my soul. Not sure why though.

I stretch out my tired limbs and yawned. I quickly use the toilet before the guards come. The usual morning rituals.

I couldn't help but dream of the Doctor last night. You can't control what you dream, yeah? I must have really wanted to see the Doctor's smug face again. A peculiar, frightening dream. But a harmless dream nonetheless. I had to keep reminding myself that.


Rose's Dream

I was walking into the console room as usual, looking for the Doctor. About to ask the same old inquisitive questions. Like "Where we're going?" and "What'cha doing?". The job of a companion was never done.

But I never had the chance to ask since the Doctor was no where to be found. I heard the Doctor on the other side of the TARDIS doors yelling something. I was too far away to hear what he said. Some incoherent words were flung between him and some other person, than a loud piercing sound.

The Doctor's scream penetrated the air, and my heart dropped. Instantly the TARDIS doors were swung open with so much force, you could feel the pressure it gave off. I could hear the old girl's groaning sound as if she was mourning his death. I pushed that thought to the back of my mind, stroked the TARDIS lightly and ran.

I ran like the wind, passing trees, bushes and other foreign sights. I ran to in the direction of the Doctor's wheezing, holding on to dear life.

"He's a Time Lord, he'll be fine." I calmed my self down by repeating this mantra in my head. It worked for a while.

Until I took a turn and reached a stone temple decorated with wild roses ranging of colours. When I entered, I saw the Doctor's lifeless body sprawled on the cold temple floor.

The mantra that was playing through my head had quickly became less effective. I ran to his side on instinct as I held his head to my chest. My tears fell without restraint as I bawled out uncontrollably.

"Don't leave me... Please." As I said these words, the Doctor's fluttered open. I sighed for relief.

"Rose..." He says hoarsely with a heavy breath. "You can't here... Go back in the TARDIS where it's safe."

"No. Not without you. Just regenerate and you'll be good as new." My voice, so full of hope for his recovery and a future as I wipe my tears.

"I'm sorry Rose, I am... So sorry", he said as his voice hitched.

"Why, why can't you regenerate!?", I was hysterical. The very thought of the Doctor... No. It's too maddening to think about.

"I don't think I'm going to make it", he then points to his chest with two bloody holes. He got stabbed two times.

"No. This can't be happening.", I was on the brink of madness. The dream felt too real.

"Rose, you fixed me when after I was broken. The Time War changed me into a man I didn't like. But you... Rose... I just wanted to say thank you." His eyes slowly shut. And I began to panic. Heart racing.

I wanted to cry and rock his body in my arms but, I just couldn't. Not until I did I did everything in my power to save him.

I place his head down gently and placed my hands to one of his hearts. No heart beat.

I took a CPR course once in high school before I dropped out. Still kind of rusty though but, I still had to try. For him.

I clamped my shaking hands together and started to push with all my strength. Thirty times, then a few breaths. Then repeat on other side.

Good, still remember. Maybe I should have stayed in School in the first place. But then maybe I wouldn't have met the Doctor. Now back to the task in hand.

I have done this for a while now and he's still not improving. I was sure he had a faint pulse. Wasn't sure on how to find it though.

This was my last hope and it failed. I failed. The one man who matters to me above all else.

I finally realized, it was him. It was him all along. My strange, funny, caring Doctor. And now he's gone.

"Doctor." Another crying fit begins as I say his name.

"I think I love you." I quickly glanced up to see a girl in a red velvet robe adorned with red roses standing in a corner.

She was holding the sword that killed the Doctor. I instantly became angry but, I couldn't name who they were. Red robe, sounds pretty familiar. Their face was covered but I could see a smirk play on their lips.

Which only aggravated me to no end.

But before I could enact actions, I woke up.


Back to Reality

I only remember bits and pieces of the dream. Like putting a jigsaw puzzle together but you're still looking for the pieces. From what I gather so far, I was looking around for the Doctor and left to find him. Running frantically for some reason.

I found him deep in the forest... Dead. In the temple. I remember. And I said something. What was it? It must have not been important anyways. But why would I dream of the Doctor in the first place? Or him dying?

But what I know, this was just a dream. A nightmare. And I would have freaked out if this was real. I just had a really stressful day, that's all. It's not the future. But if so, I won't let it happen.

Over my dead body.

My thoughts were interrupted by two caveman-like creatures. They were the two the Doctor and I met a few days ago.

They carried water and porridge. Which was nice of them since no one else fed me yet.

"Thank you", I said as they smiled through their jagged teeth. I quickly ate my porridge and chugged down the glass of water as they continued to stare.

I wiped my mouth and put the bowl down. One started to mumble something. Then the mumble became a stutter which sounded like he said: "Broco".

That was his name. I guess they are capable of intelligent speech. Who would have thought.

I then asked what the other guys name was. They both shrugged.

Maybe only Broco had a name. "They both should have names", I thought.

"Let's see... What about Walter. You look like a Walter. I knew a Walter once, nice bloke."

They both clapped their hands happily. Then they chanted "nice Rose". It was cute at first but,that soon past. For a while, it became kind of unsettling.

"OK guys, that's enough. You can go now", I said full of unease.

They nodded no, tore apart the bars with their bare hands and went in my cell. They whole time, they were still chanting, "nice Rose".

I screamed and yelled on the top of my lungs but was quickly silenced by Walter. Broco flung me on to his shoulder as I kicked his chest.

Broco breathed some type of sleeping gas out of his mouth and on to my face.

The last thing I thought was: "Where are you Doctor?"

And I slowly slipped out of consciousness.


This chapter is slightly longer than others but I couldn't make it really long. Sorry but I wrote this in a rush. So please tell me your opinions on this chapter. I hope the sleeping gas thing isn't too much because that was a last-minute thing!

Will Rose remember what she said to the Doctor in her dream? Why did the Akarso kidnap Rose? And what they do to her? Stay tuned on "Rose Perfume"!