I just realized i never resolved Rory's hand-gun thing! later though...

crappy-ish chapter but I figured I owe you guys one for not update for two weeks. yes, I know sentences aren't supposed to start with 'and' or 'but'.

just to be safe. this chapter might need a trigger warning for some people.

Morning light reunites

fallen flames

a flawless frame

Through ember eyes

-Ólafur Arnalds, Reclaim

The morning light had begun to warm the ground. And the light from the twin suns hit the Doctor's legs.

"Excuse me... may I sit?"

The Doctor hadn't expected to hear another's voice. But it didn't worry him. He was just, surprised. He looked up and saw a thin woman with shoulder length blonde hair standing before him. Rose.

"Oh!" he gasped and stood up. "Rose! But what are you..."

"I missed you. Your face is different; I like it." She walked closer to him, and reached out towards his neck. "What's this? A bow tie?"

He didn't know why she was here, on Gallifrey. And frankly he didn't care. But he knew it didn't feel right; something didn't feel right. Suddenly, Rose put one hand on his chest, and gently pushed the Doctor against the tree. He could feel her blonde hair brush against his cheek as she leaned in close to whisper in his ear.

"You left me there." she whispered harshly.

The next thing he knew, a hot pain went through his chest. Looking down, he saw Rose used inhuman strength to push a spike of some sort into his chest, completely through his right heart, into the tree behind him.

Breath completely knocked out of him, the Timelord struggled to understand what had happened.

"You sent me there," she said, "And abandoned me! Why? And left me there with some, copy of you?" She reached down and picked up a rock, using it to hammer the spike into him even more.

A man with short brunet hair and a long blue coat appeared in front of him.

"You turned me into this... this disgusting immortal monster. Where were you when all the children of the earth were threatened? I had to kill my own grandson because of you!"

He grabbed the rock from the blonde woman and slammed it against the spike three times, driving it further into the Doctor's chest. A gasp passed the timelord's lips and blood fell from his mouth.

"Jack...please." he whispered.

A dark-skinned woman with her hair pulled back in a ponytail walked up to him and took Jack's place.

"My family was tortured for a year because of you. And you sat there and did nothing. How could you do nothing?"

She took the rock from the man in the blue coat and hammered the spike even further into his right heart. He was barely conscious now. The Doctor's eyes began going out of focus and his head drooped down.

"Oi spaceman! Don't be quitin' on me now! We ain't done with you!"

Some slapped him across the face, forcing his head into an upright position.

"...Donna?" A tired look of confusion crossed his face as he squinted at the red haired woman standing in front of him. Unlike, the others, she didn't look very angry. Looking over her shoulder, the Doctor saw that the others had disappeared.

"I would hurt you... but I can't remember a reason to.." she gave him a sad smile before gently patting his face and fading away.

The tree suddenly shook, sending a white hot pain through his chest. Looking up, he saw a figure hanging from a rope on a branch close by.

Clara.

"Whats wrong Doctor?" she suddenly asked, moving her head up, looking at him.

Oh thank god. He thought she was dead.

"Going to let me die again? Well, wouldn't be the first time." Her head dropped and she went still.

The relief in his head turned to anger when he realized what had happened. A scream moved its way up his throat, but he only coughed up more blood.

He could feel himself dying.

"Hey you! Get up!" someone yelled.

Who is it now... A light-haired man with a biggish nose stood before him.

"What's that? You can't? Well, remember that time I couldn't get up? I took a bullet for you- and died. You didn't even try to help me? And you call yourself a lord of time..." the man said.

"Rory, oh Rory. I'm sorry." he wheezed.

"2000 years! Do you think I was alone all that time? No, I had people try and forcibly take the pandorica away from me. You know what lengths I had to go to in order to keep it safe? I had to kill people! I became a murderer! 2000 years! I had to ignore wars and- and keep out of the business of the future I knew all about!" The last centurion was in a rage.

"Calm down Rory." And a fiery-haired woman appeared next to him. "It's not like he could have helped you. Just like he couldn't have helped you in the graveyard in New York. Wait..." Amy said sarcastically. "You could have saved him. But after you didn't, how could I ever choose to stay with you when I could be with him?" she took hold of the man's hand. They stepped off to the side

In Amy's place stood a curly haired woman in a white dress.

"You knew I was going to die in that library, so why did you send me there?" Tears began showing in her eyes. "Time can be rewritten. So why didn't you rewrite it?"

"River, I..." He didn't know how to answer her. He couldn't answer her.

"Well, you couldn't do that, but I need you to do something else for me."

He looked up quickly. There wasn't much he could do while nailed to a Atropurperum tree.

"Wake up." and she quickly slapped him across the face.

Thinking it's gonna get all hot until Rose stabs him in the chest. Thanks for reading loveys! I love feedback!

-Maris