Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or the characters, except the one's I created.

Memories will be in bold italics. Oh, and there is one use of very bad language :s So I put stars. Sorry, I don't actually swear but it's because Vigilare was so frustrated.

Chapter Twenty Five

"It died did it?" The woman folded her arms and glared at her adoptive son.

"Yeah," Vigilare replied coolly, "Here." He tossed her the dead bird.

His parent did take it but looked disgusted, "If it died because it was old, why is it's head torn off and has burns?"

The boy shrugged, "It was old."

"You can't expect me to believe that!" She retorted angrily, "Heads do not fall off naturally! And I heard you started a fire!"

"So?! It's was tiny! It was just a small one behind the sheds!" His blond hair flopped over his eyes messily.

"For God sake! When was the last time you brushed your hair Vigilare?!" She ran her hand through it, hearing a pull.

"OW! You stupid JERK!"

"Don't talk to me like that!"

"Oh shut up!" He growled and stormed out the room.

Vigilare thought of this memory in his first night on Grakium, she seemed to always be screaming at him or glaring at him, or both. He loathed her, but then again, he liked it when she wasn't home and he got the chance to do what he wanted. Although it also meant her interrogating him when she came back. He sighed deeply, freedom and control felt good.

The Doctor kept running his sonic screwdriver over the metal bars of the cell, "It's not working! He's deadlocked it! Why is he so clever?!"

Spero shrugged, "Well he did ask us t' get him textbooks sometimes so he could learn about things."

"Still!" the Time Lord replied, seeming irritated but somewhat admiring, "I can't believe this! Trapped in a cage!"

Forza, who had kept reasonably quiet throughout everything was listening to what was happening. Their situation seemed to be getting worse and worse. And he couldn't help thinking about his family, he hoped that no soldiers had hurt or even killed them. He rubbed his eyes with his fingers, mumbling to himself, he wished none of this had happened.

Vigilare put his fingers on Siate's temples and closed his eyes, he withdrew sharply and clutched his head in agony for the fourth time. "AAAAH!!" He banged his head on the floor in frustration, "Why do you keep DOING that?!"

"I-I don't know what you mean," Siate replied timidly.

"You keep making the drums so loud!" The Controller yelled, furious and in pain.

"It's n-not on purpose, honestly, it's not," she told him. Vigilare growled but stopped shouting and accepted the fact he needed to know for sure if she didn't know why she was immortal. He also didn't understand why he couldn't penetrate her mind, Garoon's was easy. The Controller was about to put his fingers on the sides of her head but then flinched back. "Forget it," he muttered, "I can't do it."

The Doctor heard tapping that sounded like footsteps, probably boots. He thought it was a soldier, and he was right. Garoon put a finger to his lips and brought out some keys, "The Controller's too busy to notice." The Doctor, Spero and Forza were honestly, stunned. But were pleased, a little suspicious as well. "He's not going to just bring us out an' dash our hopes is he?" Spero muttered, Garoon gave him an amused look. As if what he had said was the stupidest thing he'd ever heard. "No, I was too scared to rebel against him, but this is too much, I won't, I won't be a part of this!" the Lieutenant said, a hint of disgust was in his voice. Forza wasn't satisfied, "But you were fine with the genocide of Grakium."

"But, I was so scared! I didn't want to die, I'm really sorry, I know I'm a coward, but let me help!" Garoon pleaded.

"How did you know Vigilare destroyed Grakium Forza?" The Doctor asked.

"I didn't," he replied, sounding upset, "But I had a suspicion, I promised that he wouldn't hurt Siate!"

Spero, who was from that planet, clenched his fists. "He is so, dead."

"No," the Doctor retorted quickly, "No more death."

They approached the door and heard Vigilare talking to Siate but couldn't make out what he was saying properly. "This ring, it should work." The Controller told her, "I need DNA, but it probably will..."

The soldier pushed the others back slightly, "I'll go in first. Then when I get the device off him, it'll be safe."

"Are you sure he won't know?" The Doctor asked, "I can-"

"No, it's fine. He won't know." He seemed confident.

The lieutenant strode into the room, "Sir? When are you planning on decimating the planet?"

"Eh? In a little while, there's no hurry, I want them to suffer first." Vigilare replied, not looking up. "Oh? I don't think you should do that." Garoon told him, sounding different than before.

"Huh?" The Controller stood up, "Since when do you tell me what you think? Your opinion means absolutely nothing!" Siate gulped nervously. Hadn't the Controller said that he had penetrated Garoon's mind? And now controlled him?

Forza looked at his wristwatch, "It's longer than he said," he told the Doctor. "Do you think Vigilare knew?"

"No, no." The Doctor shook his head, "I don't think so. He's a bit like the Master in that way, vain. Too sure of himself." There was suddenly a scream of pain.

"Garoo-"

"No! No, no! It's not him!" The Doctor grabbed at the door handle then slapped it in frustration, "He locked it!"

"Vigilare?!" Forza asked, becoming concerned and guilty that he'd doubted Garoon.

"No! Garoon! He must have! Ooooh, he fooled us!"

Vigilare wrenched his hand away momentarily only to have it pinned down against the metal floor, he glared hatefully at Garoon, his eyes were filled with betrayal. "Let me go!"

"So you can execute me? Torture me? Ha, as if little boy," he sounded so mocking and patronizing. "Shut up! What the hell's going on?!" Siate watched, confused, relieved and a little scared was what she felt as she watched Vigilare and Garoon argue loudly. "Not so in control now are you?" The lieutenant smirked and pushed him away from him, Vigilare growled and rubbed his now bruised forearms. After recovering from the shock he grabbed a gun that lay on a cabinet and pointed it at Garoon from the opposite side of the room.

The Doctor slammed into the door, his right side, he knew, would be badly bruised but he continued to do so until he eventually pounded at it with his fists and screamed. "Let it open! Garoon! Vigilare! Someone open this door!"

Vigilare ignored the shouts of the Doctor but narrowed his eyes at his second in command, "What is this mutiny? Want the galaxies for yourself?"

"Pf, no, I'm doing my job." Garoon didn't seem afraid of the gun that was pointed at him.

"Your job is to obey me!" The Controller snapped.

He shook his head and opened his right hand, a weapon with a long handle an almost as long steel blade with was curved materialized into it. A scythe. "My job may have been that as Garoon, but, you see, your on my list." 'Garoon' stretched out his arms and put his legs about a meter apart, an ankle long black robe appeared over his military uniform, and a hood covered the top half of his face. "You reap what you sow."

Vigilare suddenly became afraid, more afraid than when he couldn't kill Siate, and he recognized him. He looked like the Grim Reaper. But he wasn't religious, or superstitious, he was completely atheist in everything. "Y-You, can't, be," he couldn't hide his fear.

"Oh, why can't I?"

"Because, because, you just can't!" The Controller yelled and pulled the trigger. The bullet speeded towards him, the man side stepped. "We have to practice stuff like this at the organization. Dodging bullets, hand to hand combat, etcetera." He threw a knife that came from a pocket at the door, "And perfect aim. And picking locks."

The Doctor although shoving at the door didn't expect it to suddenly fly open, he stumbled, Forza and Spero after him. "Vigilare!" The Controller was lying on his back on the floor, bleeding heavily. The Doctor rushed towards him and Forza joined him, "Spero, help Siate!" The man was watching from a corner in the room, a blind spot for everyone in the area unless the were staring right at him. He was good at physics.

The Doctor wrapped an arm around Vigilare, "Forza give me your jacket!" Forza did just that and the Time Lord tied it around the teenager's torso, trying to stop the bleeding. "You'll be okay, and you can regenerate right? What regeneration are you on?"

"Doesn't matter," Vigilare replied, squirming at the Doctor touching him, and then wincing in pain, "I tried, and, it just isn't working!"

"What? What happened?" The Doctor looked concerned and even slightly tearful, he had been in a situation like this before. Except this person wanted to regenerate.

"Garoon, he had a, scythe." The teenager sounded pained, the Doctor could feel his heartbeats slowing. "But, it doesn't matter. I made something in case of this," he smirked triumphantly, "It'll work."

"Vigilare, listen to me." The Doctor said, "What did you make? I need to know. Or I can't help you."

"Ha, I don't need your help. And all I need is Forza to wear a ring and I get three of his lives."

Forza felt cold sweat on his head, "Oh, Vigilare. I, I, am, sorry. I can't."

The Doctor didn't seem surprised. Spero didn't either, he hardly looked up and continued to untie Siate, "W-What's going on Spero?" She asked weakly.

"It's okay Siate," he replied. "It'll all work out."

Vigilare's eyes widened, "What do you mean, you can't, or you won't?!" He suddenly gasped in pain and groaned. The Doctor shifted his hand that held Vigilare and whispered gently, "He can't. He found out that Time Lord's can't live normally. Forza made himself human, and kept his memories."

The man in the dark corner raised his eyebrows, he had to admit it was unexpected. But he didn't have time for this, and Vigilare's time was running out. He pressed a button on a device and was gone.

The Controller was left speechless, utterly defeated. His dark eyes welled up and felt a sickening feeling join the pain. "W-What?"

"I'm so sorry Vigilare, I'm honestly, so, so sorry." The Doctor told him quietly, Forza and the other's stayed quiet. Even Vigilare did for a few moments before hissing in pain as his hearts gave their last thumps and uttering a simple, "Damn it."

Around fifteen minutes later the soldiers retreated under 'Garoon's' command. The Doctor couldn't find a trace of him anywhere. But he couldn't help but feel a familiarity with him. "He was going to m-modify it so I could wear it." Siate whimpered, holding out a ring on her hand, "To get some of my l-life."

The Doctor stared at the ring, and then took it off her, before dropping it in his pocket, "Do you think I should bring him back?"

Forza thought about it, "No."

"Really? That was an awful, straight forward answer." The Doctor replied, a little surprised.

"Yes, but, he died. It's unnatural. And, I promised not to let him hurt Siate again." The teenager told him.

"Okay," he said solemnly, "He was suffering you know. Maybe this way, is kinder. He would have hated the TARDIS anyway."

"It is," Forza said confidently.

"Are you going to live on Earth?" The Doctor asked Siate, Spero had decided to keep traveling with him. Forza of course had refused the offer yet again, he decided to keep being a defense attorney. Siate thought about it, "I d-don't know. I like it here but..."

"You could always come with me." He offered, holding out a hand, "And you can still visit Forza when you want."

"I-I'd love to!" She smiled.

The End

Okay, the last paragraph may have been a little lame, but I worked hard on this chapter. :) The man will appear in a later fic (Mwa ha ha), I've been writing this fic for so long... It's sad to stop. Maybe one day I will write another sequel. But for now it's the end. Thank you people for reading it. R.I.P characters I killed off. And, um, thanks again. It's over :o