A/N- Right ok, I hope that last chapter was ok...just to let you know...the following chapters will contuine on like the second seires...some chapter might just be out of my brain...but for the most part it's possibly going to be from the second series...so yea...
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Chapter 11
Cassandra was silent a moment and then a pink mist flew out of the skin and into Rose's body.
Rose fell to the floor, she was motionless for a moment and then moved slightly.
"Mistress?" Chip whispered.
"Moisturise me," she said.
Chip stood up and ran over to where he had left the bottle of acid.
"How bizarre. Arms. Fingers! Hair! Oh let me see, let me see!" Cassandra cried as she ran up to the mirror.
"Oh, my God! I'm a Chav!" Cassandra cried.
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The Doctor walked back towards the Face of Boe, Jack and Novice Hame.
He handed Jack and the cat a cup of drink and stood back to look at the Face.
"That's very kind. There's no need," Novice Hame said.
"You're the one working," the Doctor replied.
"There's not much to do. Just maintain his smoke. And I suppose I'm company. I can hear him singing sometimes, in my mind. Such ancient songs," she said.
"Are we the only visitors?" Jack asked.
"The res of Boekind became extinct long ago. He's the only one left. Legend says that the Face of Boe has watched the universe grow old. There's all sorts of superstitions around him. One story says that just before his death, the Face of Boe will impart his great secret. That he will speak those words only to one like himself," she answered.
"What does that mean?" the Doctor asked.
"It's just a story," she replied.
"Tell us the rest," Jack said.
"It's said he'll talk to a wandered. To the man without a home. The lonely God."
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"Look at me. From Class to brass!" Cassandra complained, she looked some more into the mirror and moved her hand to the zipper on the jacket she was now wearing.
"Although...ooh. Curves. Oh, baby! It's like living inside a bouncy castle!" Cassandra said as she rocked up and down.
"The mistress is beautiful!" Chip said.
"Absolument. Oh, but look." Cassandra said as she turned towards the place she had once been flat at.
"Aw, the brain meat expired. My old mistress is gone."
"But safe and sound in here."
"But what of the Rose child's mind?" Chip asked.
"Tucked away. I can just abou taccess the surface memory. She's...God, she's with the Doctor. That man, he's the Doctor. The same Doctor with a new face! That hypocrite!" Cassandra shouted, very much annoyed now.
"I must get the name of his surgeon," Cassandra then said as she walked back towards the mirror.
"I could do with a little work. Although...nice rear bumper."
Suddenly a phone began to ring, the Doctor had given it to Rose incase they ever got sepperated and she couldn't find him.
"Oh! It seems to be ringing. Is it meant to ring?"
Cassandra pulled the device out of her back pocket and looked at it.
"A primitave communications device," Chip answered.
Cassandra hit the button on it and she then heard the Doctor's voice come out of it.
"Rose, where are you?"
"How does she speak?" Cassandra whispered.
"Old Earth cockney," Chip replied.
"Um...Wotcha," Cassandra said into the speaker.
"Where've you been? How long does it take to get to ward 26?" the Doctor asked.
"I'm on my way, guv'nor. I shall proceed up the apples and pears," Cassandra said.
"You'll never guess! I'm with the Face of Boe. Remeber me telling you about him?" the Doctor asked.
"Of course I do. That big old...boat race," Cassandra said.
"I'd better go. See you in a minute," the Doctor said.
He then hung up the phone and ran off.
A moment later he was looking at a now healing Duke of Manhattan.
"I didn't think I was going to make it. It's that man again! He's my good luck charm," the Duke said when he saw the Doctor.
The Doctor smiled slightly and looked amazed at him.
"Come in! Don't be shy!" the Duke cried.
"Any friendship expressed by the Duke of Manhattan does not constitute a form of legal contract!" the woman said.
"Winch me up!" the Duke said.
The woman picked up a remote and pushed a button, allowing the Duke's bed to be raised.
"Up! Look at me. No sign of infection!" the Duke cried.
"Champagne, sir?" a waitor asked.
"No thanks, You had petrifold regression, right?" the Doctor said.
"'Had' being the operative word. Past tense. Completely cured," the Doctor said.
"Primitive species would accuse us of magic, but it's merely the tender application of science," a cat nun said who had walked up.
"How on earth did you cure him?" the Doctor asked.
"How on New Earth, you might say," the cat replied.
"What's in that solution?" the Doctor asked with a nod to the medical bag that was hooked up to some machines which in turn were hooked up to the Duke.
"A simple remedy," she answered.
"Then tell me what it is," the Doctor said.
"I'm sorry. Patient confidentiality, I don't belive we've met. My name is Matron Casp," she stated.
"I'm the Doctor."
"I think you'll find that we are the doctors here."
"Matron Casp, you're needed in intensive care," another cat said who had walked up.
"If you would excuse me," Matron Casp said.
"It's happened again. One of the patients is conscious," the one cat said as they walked off.
"Well, we can't have that," the Matron replied.
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"This Doctor man is dangerous," Chip said.
"Dangerous and clever. I might need a mind like his. The Sisterhood is up to something. Remeber that old Earth saying? 'Never trust a nun...never truse a nurse and never trust a cat.' Perfume?" she asked as she walked up to Chip.
Chip reached into his pocket and pulled out a little bottle.
Cassandra took it and stuck it inside her shirt.
They then walked out of the room and headed for the lift.
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The two cats who had been in Ward 26 just a few moments before were now walking through a long and dark hall.
"It was having a perfectly normal blood-wash, then all of a sudden it started crying. It's this one," the one woman said.
They opened a contaiment capsule and Matron Casps's eyes went wide.
"Please," a voice said from inside the capsule.
"Look at it's eyes. So alive," the cat said.
"Help me," the voice contuined on.
"Positively sparkling," Matron Casps said.
"Please, where am I?" the voice asked.
"And speech...How can it even have a vocabulary?" the Matron asked.
"Sister Corvin has written a thesis on the migration of sentience. She calls it 'The Echo of Life'. It's well worth a read," the sister replied.
"I've seen enough, thank you," Matron Casps replied.
The sister closed the door and walked on with the Matron.
"If this happens again, we might have to review out brainstem policy," the Matron said.
"And what should we do with the patient?
"Standard procedure. Incinerate."
The Matron walked on while the sister hit a switch and there came a scream from the capsule.
She flipped the switch back off and walked on.
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As Cassandra walked into the Ward a voice over the intercom said; 'Ambient temperature stands at 14 degress cohezic. Repeat, 14 degress cohezic. This temperature is designed to promote healing and well-being."
When Cassandra saw the Doctor her face lit up.
"There you are. Come and look at this patient!" the Doctor cried when he saw her, he grabbed her hand and led her over to a man who was laying down.
"Marconi's disease. Should take years to recover, two days. I've never seen anything like it. They've invented a cell-washing cascade. It's amazing. Their medical science is way advanced. And this one, Pallidome pancrosis. Kills you in ten minutes, and he's fine," the Doctor explained.
He waved and smiled at the man and then grabbed Rose by the arm, leaving Jack in the ward.
"I need to find a terminal, I've got to see how they do this," he said.
"Cause if they've got the best medicine in the world, then why is it such a secret?" he asked.
Cassandra looked around, "I can't Adam and Eve it," she said.
"What...what's with the voice?" the Doctor asked.
"Oh I don't know, just larking about. New Earth. New me," she replied.
"Well I can talk. New New Doctor."
"Mmm, aren't you just?"
Cassandra then pulled the Doctor to her and began to lay one giant, and quite passionate kiss on his lips.
She pulled away a moment later and licked her lips, leaving the Doctor quite dumb founded.
"T-terminal's this way," she said as she walked off.
The Doctor stood there with a far off look on his face, that had been...without a doubt...the best kiss he and Rose had ever shared.
He followed her a moment later where Cassandra was standing, she was looking through it and the Doctor looked at it.
"No, nothing odd. Surgery. Post-op. Nanodentistry. No sign of a shop. They should have shop," he said.
"No, it's missing something else. When I was downstairs those nurse-cat-nuns were talking about intensive care, but where is it?" she asked.
"You're right. Well done," he said.
"Why would they hide a whole department?" Cassandra asked.
The Doctor reached into his jacket and pulled out his Sonic Screwdriver.
"It's gotta be there somewhere, search the subframe."
The Doctor raised an eye brow at Cassandra, "What if the Subframe's locked?" he asked.
"Try the installation protocol," she replied.
"Yeah. Course. Sorry."
The Doctor ran the Sonic Screwdriver over the screen.
Just then a door in the wall opened.
Cassandra smiled at it and walked in.
The Doctor eyed her for a moment, "Intensive Care, certainley looks intensive," he said as he walked after her.
Novice Hame then walked in after them and closed the door behind her.
The Doctor and Cassandra walked down a flight of stairs into what looked like a dungeon almost.
They contuined to walk, passing containment capsules.
The Doctor walked up to one and unlocked it.
He pulled open the door and looked inside it.
"That's disgusting. What's wrong with him?" Cassandra asked.
Inside the capsule was a man covered in red bumps and blisters and wounds.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," the Doctor said softly.
The Doctor closed it and then went to another, he opened it and this time inside there was a women.
"What disease is that?" Cassandra asked.
"All of them. Every single disease in the galaxy. They've been infected with everything," the Doctor said.
"What about us? Are we safe?" Cassandra asked.
"The air's sterile. Just don't touch them," the Doctor said as he closed the door again.
The Doctor walked over to a railing and looked out at all of the millions of containment capsules.
"How many patients are there?"
"They're not patients."
"But they're sick."
"They were born sick. They're meant to be sick. They exist to be sick. Lab rats. No wonder the Sisters have got a cure for everything. They've bult the ultimate research laboratory. A human farm!" the Doctor replied.
He turned away and they began to walk on.
"Why don't they just die?" Cassandra asked.
"Plauge carriers. The last to go."
"It's for the greater cause," came a voice sudenly.
The Doctor and Cassandra turned and saw Novice Hame walking towards them.
"Novice Hame. When you took your vows, did you agree to this?" the Doctor asked.
"Ths Sisterhood has sworn to help," she replied.
"What, by killing?!" the Doctor shouted.
"But they're not real people. They're specially grown. They have no proper exsitence," she replied.
"What's the turnover? A thousand a day, Thousand the next? Thousand the next? How many thousands? For how many years? How many?" the Doctor shouted again.
"Mankind needed us. They came to this planet with so man illnesses, we couldn't cope. We did try. We tried everything. We tried using clone meat and bio-cattle, but the results were too slow. So the Sisterhood grew it's own flesh. That's all they are. Flesh," she explained.
"These people are alive," the Doctor said.
"But think of those humans out there, healthy, and happy because of us," Novice Hame replied.
"If they live because of this then life is worthless," the Doctor said.
"But who are you to decide that?" she asked.
"I'm the Doctor. And if you don't like it, if you want to take it to a higher authority, there isn't one. It stops with me," the Doctor said.
"Just to confirm...none of the humans in the city actually know about this?" Cassandra piped in.
"We thought is best not..."
"Hold on. I can understand the bodies, I can understand your vows, but one thing I can't understand...What have you done to Rose?" he asked.
"I don't know what you mean," Novice Hame said.
"And I'm being very, very calm. You want to be aware of that. Very, very calm. And the only reason I'm being so very, very calm is that the brain is a delicate thing. Whatever you've done to Rose's head, I want it reversed," the Doctor ordered.
"We haven't done anything," Novice Hame replied.
"I'm prefectly fine," Cassandra said.
"These people are dying and Rose would care," the Doctor said.
Cassandra sighed and spun the Doctor around.
"All right, clever clogs. Smarty-pants. Ladykiller," Cassandra said.
"What's happened to you?" he asked.
"I knew something was going on in this hospital, but I needed this body and your mind to find it out," Cassandra answered.
"Who are you?" the Doctor asked.
Cassandra pulled him closer to whisper in his ear, "The last human."
"Cassandra?" he asked.
"Wake up and smell the perfume," she said, Cassandra pulled out the bottle that Chip had given her and sprayed it in the Doctor's face.
Causing him to pass out and fall to the ground...
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A/N- Right...ok this should be done in the next chapter...I hope...I'm off to watch the telly now. I'm really tired, I have been trying to type these chapters up ALL DAY!!! Right, cheerio!
Luff ya, Becky