I am immensely sorry this took so long to update! A-level nerves and busyness. I'm sorry! Good news is I got into my university, so I've got to have this finished by mid-September :D

Short chapter, cos I don't have a lot of time. But I'll update asap. I finish work next week so I'll have more time :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the storyline and my own characters. I am a nobody. However I am working on that..., seriously, how cool would it be to own Doctor Who?

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The Doctor hurried from Jack and Lucien and Hope, now knowing they were all safe and well. Erin was somewhere, and he needed her back. Taking out his sonic screwdriver as he walked in one direction, he switched it to the setting where he could search for his baby daughter. There was a lock quickly, and he swung around until he was facing the direction Erin's life sign was emanating from.

He narrowed his eyes a little. There, in the distance, if he looked hard enough, was the faint outline to a small flat-building. That must be where she was. But as he walked, the quiet singular beeping from the screwdriver changed. It was sounding twice as fast, which meant there was more than one person in the building. And the only other person the Doctor could find this way using the screwdriver, apart from Hope, was Rose.

But there was a problem. The second beep was getting softer, fainter. And there was only one reason for that. The Doctor was shocked into a run. He ran faster than he had done in a long long time, stumbling and tripping over rises and bumps in the deep blue terrain of the Shadow World.

The building grew closer, ever so slowly. By the time he reached it, the second beep from the screwdriver had faded to practical nothingness. He flew through the door, skidding to halt as he looked around him. There was a bed-like contraption in the middle of the room. Taking a quick second to look it over, he was sickened to see traces of blood scattered across the metal. It had turned a dull brown, but there was no mistaking what it was.

And he had a fair idea as to who's the blood was.

He looked around quickly. Spotting a door in the far end of the small room, he approached it, slightly more cautiously than his reckless run from the TARDIS. As he got closer to the door, there was a faint noise, getting louder with every step. It took a moment for him to recognise what it was. Erin was crying.

He pushed the door open, and what he saw made his blood freeze. Lying slumped against the wall was Rose's still form, and huddled against her side was Erin, crying and weeping, begging her mother to wake up. Every now and then she would shake her mother's hand as if the slight movement could wake Rose. The Doctor's breath caught in his throat, and he stumbled slightly.

No. No no no. This couldn't be happening. Please. Oh God please. Not now. Not after everything they had been through.

He couldn't move. Every part of him was frozen in place as he watched his little girl crying desperately to bring her mother back. A quick glance down at the sonic screwdriver told him it was nearly over. Her heart had almost stopped completely. One beat every half a minute. One a minute. Two minutes.

He watched, helpless. If Bad Wolf was failing, there was nothing he could do. Suddenly, the second quiet beeping from the screwdriver alerted him. Something was wrong. Erin's heartbeat was slowing down. Her sobs were becoming quieter, her shaking movements to try and revive her mother were becoming fewer and less pronounced.

A horrific thought began to take form in his ever intelligent mind, and The Doctor began to tremble uncontrollably. Bad Wolf was failing. Bad Wolf was failing, and it was a vital part of Rose and Hope and Erin. The Wraithir weapon had done something, had made Bad Wolf susceptible to death, something which would never normally have happened. When Rose died much much later in the future, Bad Wolf would have just joined it's kin in her children.

But something was going wrong. And now, all of Bad Wolf was failing. Which meant that an integral part of his beloved Rose and children was failing, dying. And neither could function without the other.

A despairing cry was torn from his lips as the Doctor realised that everything that was important in his life was once again being ripped away from him. Erin's heartbeat was ever-slowing. A far off scream from outside told him Jack and Lucien had realised something was wrong with Hope. And all the Doctor could do was stand and watch and listen and his life fell apart. Again.

At the sound of his scream, Erin looked up slowly, not understanding why she was feeling so cold and tired.

'Daddy.' She murmured. The sound of his little girl's voice propelled his forward, and he stumbled across the small room. He dropped to his knees beside Erin, and her big tear filled eyes looked up at him.

'Mummy won't wake up.' She whispered, lacking the energy to male her voice louder. The Doctor smiled shakily at her, and he reached down and brushed a stray piece of hair from her face.

'You'll see mummy awake soon, I promise.' Erin smiled sleepily at her daddy. She snuggled into him, and closed her eyes. The Doctor closed his eyes briefly, and pressed a shaky kiss to her forehead. As he held her, the sound of running footsteps grew closer, and he lifted his head to see Jack run into the room, his face desperate, not understanding.

'Doctor, there's something wrong with...' he trailed off as he took in the scene before him. Rose was lying, unmoving. The Doctor was sat beside her, cradling his baby daughter as she followed her mummy away from him. And he was doing nothing but watch and wait. Despite the lack of understanding, Jack stared at him.

'Doctor. We need to get them back to the TARDIS. Why are you just sitting there?' The Time-Lord just looked at him as if he was speaking a foreign language, a broken man. Letting out a noise of exasperation and impatience, Jack strode over to him and pulled Erin away. The girl stirred, but didn't wake. The Doctor gave a roar of anger and Jack hurried away carrying Erin with him.

'Bring Rose.' He shouted over his shoulder, and with a strength he didn't know he had left in him, the Doctor lifted Rose's limp body from the floor. Gripping her tightly, he pressed a kiss to his love's lips, and began to follow Jack. It had happened again. Everything had been taken away from him for the innumerable time. But this time he had no strength to go on.

If Rose was dead, then so was he.

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Gosh, that's a bit depressing isn't it? Cookie anyone?