AN: Another chapter, sorry for the delay, life and a sying tooth nerve got in the way. Well, here's the new chapter and to those who also read my 'A Kiss Isn't Just A kiss' story, I am already halfway through writing it so it should be up very soon. Anyway, on with story...

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It was a shock for Mickey when he opened his eyes to find himself in the Tardis when the last recollection he had was being in Rose's flat. By the fact Rose was now screaming was a change too but what was most surprising was the man who he had last seen unconscious was the initiator of her pain - something he had never expected the Doctor of becoming, despite all his misgivings towards the man.

It took Mickey a moment to move, his mind being lagged down by the lack of control he felt he had. His limbs felt distant, his thoughts scattered, but he knew he had to help Rose and with every fibre of his being he was determined to save her, but he still seemed condemned in his prison for a moment.

It was his finger that twitched first, and then again until his whole hand had joined in. With that, movement became much easier and soon Mickey sprang into action.

Only to forget that his legs had not had the sensation of reawakening yet.

He stumbled up, unnoticed by the Doctor, who had been too preoccupied with Rose to notice the idiot he had presumed was still under control, was up and about and now with feeling returning to all of his extremities Mickey felt strong for once; like he could do this, he could stop the Doctor and Rose would see him as more than just the man who she had ran from at a moment's notice.

It was with that thought in mind that Mickey Smith swung his fist.

It collided with the Doctor's jaw; fist crunching against bone. The Doctor staggered backwards surprised by the blow. Mickey, on the other hand, was blowing helplessly on his now aching hand.

"Ow!" He winced. Okay, maybe he wasn't that strong.

"What?" The Doctor's eyes widened in surprise, "How the hell did you-?"

"Oi Doc, I thought you were meant to care about her." He indicated towards Rose, who had now stopped screaming but did not look anymore relieved even in her unconscious state, "What have you become?"

"Oh," The Doctor sighed, his composure changing, "You really are an idiot! Who do you think did this to her?"

Mickey looked stumped for a moment, "Uh," he began, "You."

The Doctor shook his head, "Mickey, I'm trying to help her. You did this to her, don't you remember? You were in the flat and you went crazy. You attacked me and took off with Rose. I'd only just managed to get inside the Tardis before I heard her scream. I stopped you, but…" His voice trailed away, his gaze moving towards Rose; Mickey followed suit, "I was too late to stop you."

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'No Mickey!' Rose's mind screamed, not that he could hear her, 'Don't listen to him, Mickey! He's lying!'

"I did this to her?" She could hear Mickey's voice echo from far away. She wanted to reach out and shake him. He had to have known that he wouldn't hurt her, he had to help her.

"Yes, now let me help her and you before you try to kill her again."

'Help me!' She wanted to hear the Doctor's voice in her head again, she needed to know how to fix things; she needed to find a way to make Mickey understand who was the real villain here. 'Help me Doctor!'

But the voice in her head remained silent and she could not help but wonder if hearing him – the real Doctor - been a figment of her imagination after all, some will on her part to hold on to hope that he was still alive.

Yet, his voice had so clear as if he had been standing right beside her, encouraging her…

'What do I do?'

There was no way she could shout out a warning; no way to make her voice speak the words. She could not move, she was useless like this.

Everything was falling apart. This was an impossible situation.

And just like his voice in her head, it came back clear and strong once more. Only this time he was whispering words she knew well, a lesson he had taught her many times that she did not need reminding of the message.

She could almost imagine the infectious grin he would have on his face if he said the words, "Nothing is impossible!" His voice was loud and determined, "Nothing!"

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Mickey stood transfixed; unable to tear his eyes away from Rose. Could he really…could he have really did this to her? Was he the one who had hurt her? Was the Doctor trying to help?

He closed his eyes, shaking his head at the thought. No, he would never hurt Rose; he wasn't even capable of it, he was sure of that…wasn't he?

An image flashed in his eyes, a memory he did not remember living until this very moment.

He felt like he had been hollowed out, all emotions removed; all except for the burning anger and hatred that now filled his soul. He looked at the woman before him with familiar recognition; her name was on the forefront of his mind but no matter how hard he tried to think of what it could be, it pushed itself away from him. It didn't really matter if he was honest, what importance could there be in a name?

She was going to die soon anyway; this was her fault, he needed to kill her. As to why, he had no answer, but he knew that she was the one who needed to die, to suffer, to be in pain…

He sauntered forward, his movements strong and clumsy as he securely fitted his hand around her neck, lifting her up with surprising ease. Her face contorted in a mixture of surprise, fear and pain and a part of him felt that she deserved it.

"Doctor!" he watched her croak out. His grip tightened at the sound of that name, "Some help here…"

Mickey let out a shaky breath as the memory faded away. The Doctor was right, he had tried to kill her…he was a monster.

"I remember…" Mickey gasped out.

"You do?" The Doctor's voice was alert with alarm.

Mickey nodded, "I remember…" The words stuck in his throat but he forced them out, "Choking her…oh god, I was so-" Angry? Was that the word? It had seemed much worse than that, so much more than just mere anger. He had wanted to kill her, to see the life choked out of her; he wanted to see the light go out in her eyes…how could he describe that?

"You were what?" The Doctor enquired.

"She was so…scared of me." Mickey turned his eyes away from the Doctor to Rose. He reached out his hand hesitating to touch her own, afraid that if he did then he would revert back to that…whoever he had become in those moments. He pulled back his hand, "I'm sorry Rose." He whispered, unable to take his eyes off of her hand. He craved to touch it, but he daren't out of fear for her…

IT was at that moment, so transfixed in staring at Rose's hand that he saw something move, a flicker of movement in his vision stilled his mind and body.

Had she just-

His mouth hung open as her finger twitched again; he could hear the Doctor saying something to him but he could not make sense of the words being said out of sheer shock at seeing Rose move.

"Did I do this to you?" Mickey whispered, hoping that his memory had been playing tricks on him, "Who did this to you Rose?"

Her finger straightened shakily and Mickey looked at her face to see her eyelids flicker. He looked down at her hand again and found it to be pointing straight at him.

A wave of guilt cascaded over him; he had done this to her.

And yet the finger moved, slowly until it stopped abruptly. Mickey looked at the course of the finger and stared up to find the Doctor staring back, his face twisted in realisation that Rose was indeed awake and that he had been caught in his lie.

"You!" Mickey whispered hoarsely, "You did this!"

The Doctor glared at him, "I did."

"Why did you do this Doctor?"

He smirked, "Who said I was the Doctor?"

And then the Doctor lunged at him, a glint of metal in the light accompanying him as he did so.

To be continued...

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