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Seven
"Why Doctor? Why did you go?" her words ran through his head as though on a continuous loop. It was all he could think of.
"Rose!" he called, feeling his chest grow tighter at the sound of her voice. "I didn't leave you! I had no choice!...Please Rose..." he could see her now, her beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Please believe me."
"Why Doctor?" she asked once more. "Why should I believe you?"
He was losing her, losing his Rose...
The Doctor watched with interest. The boy, Steven was dreaming. Dreaming about Rose. Dreaming his dreams. The Doctor knew them well. What did that mean? Was it merely coincidence? Or something more? Were he and the boy one and the same? Was the boy one of his regenerations? He was running through those rather quickly these days, he needed to stop that. After all, it couldn't go on forever.
No. That couldn't be right. If he had been forced to regenerate, he'd remember. He still had the memories from the regeneration of his ninth form, could still remember the pain. He didn't have any of that now. Besides, he stared down at his hands. He was still himself, looked the same as his tenth form. Yet he shared the boys thoughts, his body... was that because he had no form himself?
He felt the boy toss and turn rather violently in his sleep. He was caught in the grasp of some nightmare. Whatever it was was causing the boy to writhe as though with pain. The Doctor decided to investigate further. He let himself slip back into the boys' thoughts...
He was in a cell. A cold, dark metal box. He could feel the cool steel against his cheek as he lay battered in a corner. The Doctor heard himself gasp as he took in the scene. Everything hurt, his limbs felt heavy, his head fuzzy. As he pulled himself into a sitting position, a faint groan escaped his cracked and bleeding lips. He just sat there.
"Why don't I do something?" The Doctor muttered from his position of spectator. "Why don't I fight? I could get out of this easily, what with the sonic screwdriver and all..."
A scream rent the air. A woman. He sat up a little straighter, fight coming back into his eyes. Suddenly the door to his prison burst open and something was thrown in. He watched unmoving as the bundle hit the floor rather hard and the door closed with a clang.
The bundle groaned slightly, pulling itself into a tighter ball. Even though the sound was barely audiable, he knew to whom belonged. He was instantly across the cell, kneeling by its side. "Rose." he murmured, voice breaking. "Rose is that you?"
"Doc'r" she winced through swollen lips, trying to pull herself round to face him. Her lips were swollen and bleeding and one of her eyes was blackened. She was hunched over, an arm curled protectively round her abdomen.
He felt his stomach churn violently as he looked upon the bruised and battered face of his companion. "What the hell happened?" he whispered, devoting his full attention to the boys dream...
"It's me Rose" and despite the pain it caused him, he pulled her close. "I'm right here."
"What's going to happen to us?" she whispered, panic beginning to set in. "Doctor how are we..."
"I'll think of something." he whispered, stroking her hair in an attempt to reassure her. "I'll think of something..."
I know this was a really short chapter and you have my apologies. Its main purpose was to lay the foundations for later stuff and to give you some idea of why the doctor is where he is.
I'm just about to start my AS Level exams, I've got my French speaking exam tomorrow...this was kind of written in my hour off from preparation. Anyway, please tell me what you think. I hope to update later this week, that is if I don't get too bogged down with revision or panic about tomorrows exam, and my German speaking on Friday!
