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Bold italic text is the Doctor and his thoughts. Will only be used when this is happening alongside other things.

Six

She lay on her bed sobbing, she hadn't done much else for the past couple of days. The Doctor...her Doctor was gone, and she was the only one that seemed to care. Her mum had had few words of comfort for her as she'd always hated the doctor, even slapped him at some point. Rose smiled slightly at that. The Doctor seemed to make a habit of getting slapped by the Tyler women. You would have thought he would have learned the first time through.

He had left her again. He seemed to be making a nasty habit of that recently. That light...what was it? She rolled onto her back, her mind working ten to the dozen. Something hadn't felt right about that. She remembered his words "Rose, I'm so sorry..." what was he apologising for? Was it for leaving her again?

Fresh tears began to fall. Why had he left her when he'd only just returned? Didn't he realise how cruel that was? Mind you the Doctor didn't exactly have a complete handle on his emotions. After all it had only been in his last two or three forms that he had developed human emotions, or at least the capacity to understand them, she didn't quite understand that one.

"Why Doctor?" she whispered the words she had said so many times in the last few days. "Why did you go?"

She didn't expect an answer. That made it all the harder.

"Okay Steven." the man fiddled with a pile of notes. "Do you know why I am here?" When Steven remained stubbornly silent, the man continued. "My name is Doctor Matthews and I'm from the adolescent psychiatric unit..."

"I know where you are from." Steven said icily, glowering at the 'Dr' before him. "I've been there before."

"Well in that case you will understand our concern, Steven. Mr Michaels is rather worried about you. As we all are...I'm here to help you."

"Here to help," that was laughable. The Doctor watched the scene through the boys eyes. He had no idea how he'd ended up here, or why, but he figured he may as well do something. 'Don't listen to him kid.' he muttered. 'Don't listen to him.'

"Here to help," Steven snorted. "Yeah right. You mean like you helped me last time?" he glowered at the psychologist. "I'm not going back. You can say what you like. There is no way on this Earth, no make that no way in the entire universe that I am going back there."

"Okay," Matthews nodded, scribbling notes down on one of his many forms. "That is understandable Steven, after all that you have been through...why don't you tell me about this girl?" he motioned to Stevens picture. "You say her name is Rose?"

"Rose?" The Doctor watched incredulously as the boy looked down at a pencil sketch. It was Rose. His Rose. He felt a lump rise in his throat. The kid knew Rose! But how! He sat forwards, hanging on the boys every word...

"Yeah her name is Rose." Steven whispered

"How did you meet her?"

"I was just passing through." the Doctor said, smiling at the memory. "She was in trouble, so I helped her...helped so many people. But then I let her down."

"How Steven? How did you let her down?"

"I left her behind." The Doctor said simply, ignoring the usage of the boys name. "Then I found her again. Even after all these years, after all the trouble I have caused her, she still knew me. Still wanted to be with me."

"What do you mean 'trouble you caused her?'" Dr Matthews was leaning forward in his seat now, clearly interested. The boy was beginning to open up. Or so it seemed.

"Well, let's see...I've been responsible for her being hurt several times, nearly killed. She's been kidnapped, bashed, bruised physically hurt, emotionally hurt so many times that I've given up counting, and all because of me..." he buried his face in his hands. "and now I've lost her again...It's all my fault."

"Okay Steven," Matthews began gathering up his papers, clearly unnerved by the boys revelations. "Does Rose have a surname?"

"Tyler...Rose Tyler." A smile crept across his face. "London girl born and raised."

"London?" Matthews was scribbling away. "I thought you couldn't remember where you met her?"

"I never said that!" The Doctor snapped. "I remember..." he faded away, feeling something pushing him away.

"Steven...what do you remember about Rose?" but the boy refused to answer. Matthews noticed that his eyes were slightly unfocused. The boy seemed a little dazed and confused. "Okay Steven, we'll leave it there for today. I am going get in touch with your parents for a chat and I will also talk to Mr Michaels about today. Is that okay?"

"Sure, whatever." he muttered. "You're going to tell them anyway. Can I go now then?"

"By all means..." Dr Matthews had barely finished his sentence and the boy was gone. Todays session had given him cause for concern. Before talking to Steven, Dr Matthews had spoken to Peter Michaels. He had said that Steven had no idea when he had met Rose, or where she was from...yet hadn't the boy just told him all of that?

What worried him most was what the boy had told him about Rose. What did he mean by all the pain he had caused her? Had he been the one that inflicted it? It disturbed him to think that a seventeen year old could be responsible for harming another in such a way. It seemed like the best thing for everyone was to re-admit Steven to "the Unit."

"What the heck just happened!" The Doctor found himself in the darkness once more. One moment he was talking about Rose...the next he was back here. For a moment he felt like he was him again...even though he knew he wasn't. He was somehow sharing the body of a seventeen year old human. He had no idea how it had happened, but it had so he was going to have to live with it. At least until he figured out how to reverse the process.

There was something about the boy though. Something familiar. The Doctor couldn't quite pin it down though.

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