A/N: Here you go. Skipped a bit. Hope you don't mind. Just looking forward to the end so much! I have idea's overflowing. Enjoy this.

Chapter Fourteen – The Timelord's Anger

"Activate the holding cells." Davros ordered and Rose looked up as a spotlight surrounded her. She had been walking round in a trance for what seemed like ages, ever since the Doctor had asked her to recall what happened in Pete's World. Once she remembered some things it was like a floodgate breaking and the pain washed up and broke on the banks of her consciousness. A lot had happened since the memories returned and they had only succeeded in making it worse. They had landed on the Dalek crucible and the TARDIS had been cruelly snatched from them with Donna still inside. The Doctor's ship had been incinerated and Rose had held him as they watched helplessly.

Moments later they had watched as Jack was killed by the Daleks and Rose had cried whilst the Doctor held her. The Daleks were killing them off one by one and it tore at her heart in a way that no other loss had in a long time. Whilst working for Torchwood she had lost a few of her employees to beasts of the likes of shape-shifters, mind-stealers, body snatchers and even a few to regular guns. She had grown hardened to the pain but this was different and it sliced deep into her.

Rose had followed limply as the Doctor kept hold of her and they were let down to where Davros was by a handful of gloating Daleks. They got to where they were being led and were separated at gunpoint. The Doctor was merely a couple of feet to her right but separated by the boundary fields, he might as well have been the other side of the world. She was brought back out of her reverie by the Doctor's voice.

"Still scared of me then?" he asked and she watched as round the hand he extended a blue force field showed up, disappearing again when he removed his hand. Rose stuck her finger out from her side and into her own barrier, which also showed up. She felt some resistance beneath her finger and found herself unable to push her hand through the boundary.

"I think it's time we talked Doctor. After so very long—" Davros began but the Doctor interrupted as per usual.

"We're not doing the nostalgia tour. I wanna know what's happening right here, right now, 'cos the supreme Dalek said vault. Yeah? As in dungeon, cellar, prison." The Doctor turned on the spot as he said this and Rose realised that he was right. The big red Dalek had called it a vault but she hadn't thought anything of it. 'Great.' She thought. 'We've been locked down here with a lunatic. Joy. At least there's this wall thing between us.' She ignored the niggle in the back of her mind that pointed out that Davros had ordered the shield up so could order it down.

"You're not in charge of the Daleks, are you? They've got you locked down here in the basement like, what? A servant? Slave? Court jester?"

'Doctor, you better have a point to this.' Thought Rose, watching Davros' face. 'Because, the rate you're going you won't survive this.'

"We have… an arrangement." Davros countered but the Doctor wasn't having any of it and was being typically stubborn. He interrupted again with further insults.

"No… I've got the word." He laughed. 'Don't say it Doctor. Don't make it worse for yourself. Please don't say it.' Rose begged silently, knowing where this was going to go. "You're the Dalek's pet!"

"So very full of fire is he not?" Davros wheeled his little half-Dalek thing towards her and she watched solemnly as he addressed her. "To think you crossed entire universes, striding parallel to parallel to find him again." She could almost feel the
Doctor's grin through the space between them or maybe that was just her wishful thinking but she ignored it.

"Leave her alone." The Doctor warned but Davros ignored him.

"She is mine, to do as I please." He grinned (if that is what you could call it) up at her, and she began to tremble inside but she was just strong enough not to let it spread out. 'Pervert.' She thought but chose a different question to say out loud.

In a calm, level voice she asked, "Why am I still alive?"

"You must be here, it was foretold." He replied and Rose mentally groaned. 'Foretold? By who? How many others were there?' Davros proceeded to answer this. "Even the supreme Dalek would not dare to contradict the prophecies of Dalek Caan." Rose started. 'Where have I heard that before?' she wondered. 'I'm sure I have.'

"So cold and dark! Fire is coming! The endless flames!" A sing-song voice sang happily from a corner of the room and a spot light lit the owner of the voice up. It was an open Dalek casing with what looked like a Dalek jellyfish body inside, like the one she had seen so long ago but this one was different.

"What is that thing?" she asked the Doctor, who was looking unhappily at the creature.

"You've met before. The last of the cult of Skaro. But it flew into the Time War unprotected—"

"Caan did more than that. He saw Time! It's infinite complexity and majesty raging through his mind and he saw you, both of you." Rose shifted uncomfortably. This didn't sound too good.

"This I have foreseen." Caan trilled joyfully. "In the wild and the wind. The Doctor will be here as witness at the end of everything. The Doctor and his precious children of Time! And one of them will die!" the Dalek laughed.

"Was it you Caan? Did you kill Donna?" The Doctor yelled and Rose could almost feel, again, the anger radiating off of him. "Why did the TARDIS door close? TELL ME!!"

"Oh that's it! The anger, the fire, the rage of a Timelord who butchered millions. There he is." As Rose listened to Davros gloat, she couldn't help but sneak a glance at the Doctor and could see him struggling to keep his anger in check. He was seething and Rose feared what would happen if he lost it.

"Why so shy? Show your companion." Rose looked at the Doctor who had his face turned and partly hidden from her. Did she really want to know?

A/N: Do you?