AN: Let's see another chapter, you see I promised regular updates and I have come through. I'm still writing the 'Any Questions?' chapter and as soon as that's finished I'll start on 'Teardrop'. Ok, my brilliant readers and reviewers my plot idea has changed once more,, it does so frequently but I am once again accquainted with an actual idea of where I am going once more...well, two ideas which will depend on reactions to later chapters but still, better than nothing. Anyway, on with the story...

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Jinx grimaced as she tried to see into the future. She always hated it when the person perspective she was viewing from was injured. Sure, it was an unpleasant experience for them, but at least they had the rush of endorphins to alleviate their pain; she had no such luxury. Instead she got their pain in its truest form, which was about ten times as bad as what they experienced.

And she hated every second of it.

Yet she tried to hold on to Rose's future for the Doctor, even though she was experiencing her pain only to a far greater extent, because it was what was needed to find her. Plus she owed it to the Doctor. She knew the fear of losing a loved one and she would do everything in her power to stop the Doctor from experiencing it too; he had lost far too many people in his lifetime…they both had.

"Jinx," The Doctor's voice barely filtered through, "Where is Rose? Who has her?"

She focused in on the details - dark…no windows…most likely, a basement. Someone else is there. The ring…on his finger…a familiar ring. It was that one thing – that one small insignificant little thing – which stood out so clearly in her mind.

"The ring!" she suddenly found herself shouting.

"What?"

She opened her eyes, forcing herself out of her vision for the meantime. There was no way she could muster the strength to focus on the vision and explanation at the same time, not with the sudden onset of pain. She needed to steady herself, to pace herself for the meanwhile.

"The ring." She repeated to the Doctor's confused look. She lifted up the bottom of her dress and pulled something out of the pockets she had made lined under them. It was occasionally uncomfortable to run with pockets on the underside of a dress, but then running in heels was a hell of a lot worse.

"You have pockets? In a dress?" The Doctor exclaimed in surprise as she pulled an item out.

She shrugged, "Where else am I going to keep things? You know me; I lose things easily if I'm forced to hold them. Purses included." She stood up and smiled, ignoring the after-effects of dizziness from the vision, "I'm a pockets sort-of girl."

She paused for a moment as something made itself known in her mind, to be specific, a voice she did not know from a moment she did not belong in – "I'm in my wedding dress; it doesn't have pockets. Who has pockets? Have you ever seen a bride with pockets? – She blinked as it disappeared…

'Strange…' she thought idly, 'Where had that come from?'

She shook it off and held up the ring for the Doctor to see. He glanced at it, looked up at her face before glancing back down at the ring again. In shock. He opened his mouth to say something before deciding to flicker his eyes between her and the ring a few more times.

"Is that-?" He finally managed to say.

She raised an eyebrow, what was his problem? "A ring, yes." She deadpanned.

He gave her a serious look, "I knew that."

"How observant." She added, "I saw this in the vision."

"It can't even be possible…" The Doctor muttered, "I thought they were a myth."

It was Jinx turn to stare in confusion, "A myth?" she echoed.

"Enignamia…" He trailed his index finger along the trail of diamonds. The shape in the crest of the ring was a mystery…to those who eyes could not distinguish clearly, but the multitude of gems present. Each type looked similar upon first glance but if you peered deeper, you could notice the different shapes form from each gem. What they meant though, the Doctor had no clue… "Amazing…"

Jinx glared at him, and when he looked up, she found that he too was glaring at her. She blinked in surprise, "What?"

"You're part of them?" He asked in surprise.

"Part of who?" she questioned; not having an iota of an idea what he was on about. She was half-tempted to sneak a glance into the future to when he had explained everything to find out, but decided there was no point.

"Enignamia." He ran a hand through his hair, "I can't believe you would be part of them. I mean you don't seem like the kind of person who would be part of them. Actually no, I don't even know how they would let you be part of them if the rumours are true. You being a product of two species sure as hell destroy their purity clause."

Jinx had a sudden urge to smack him…she had felt like she had been insulted, but she knew he wouldn't insult her genetics. Mainly because the Doctor rarely insulted anyone intentionally unless they weren't trying to destroy or take over a world, and as far as she knew, she had not been planning to do either and so she resisted the urge to smack him.

"Who the hell are Enignamia?" She shouted at him, "And what does me being pure or not have to do with anything?"

"They are a cult; a rare and - as far as I knew – impossible cult. And for some reason you have the symbol of said cult." He stared straight into her eyes, "How did you get this?"

She made a face, not willing to fully admit to what she had done. Again. For some reason, he always got a little tetchy on her habits. It wasn't as if she hurt anyone.

"Oh." He said, after a moment, and she sighed, knowing he had figured it out, "You stole it. Jinx, I thought you'd stopped stealing."

"I need to make a living." She defended, "And you know I don't keep all the money I get to myself."

"I know…" He whispered, "I just thought after he died, you said-"

"I know what I said." She quickly replied, hoping to steer the conversation away from the past, "Things change. People don't." She forced on a smile, "Anyway, I'm like the living day Robin Hood without the weird merry men thing. I always thought it was weird he had merry men. What's so merry about living in the woods?"

"Ah, campfires…sing songs…being out there with nature. The fresh air! It can be amazing, Jinx. You just haven't tried it."

"I trekked across the Persuavian Jungles of the Planet Papella. I've been out in nature and the only good thing was the view." She thought back to her trip and shuddered at the memory.

"Ah, but you've never had a sing-song around the campfire Jinx, have you?"

She smirked, "With your voice, I don't think I'd ever want to." The Doctor feigned a hurt look and she felt a twinge of guilt, which she tried to squash, "Ok, tell me who the hell the Enignamia are? Other than being a cult, what do they do?"

"It's all whispers and shadows-"

"Oooh, you're favourite." Jinx added, receiving a small smile from the Doctor.

"-But apparently, they are the head honchos in shaping out civilisations. Only the crème-de-la-crème or as we call it, the upper class privileged members of races get the chance to join. It's all about who you were born as, who your heritage was, and what levels of intelligence, class and breeding you have."

"And they never asked you to join?" Jinx smirked, "Shameful."

"They also apparently have an interest in purity. They want to keep things clean, they want races pure."

Jinx's smirk fell, "Let me guess, they want to purge the worlds of anyone who doesn't fit their standards. Killing them off so that they don't live in fear of anything that's different." Her voice sounded resentful.

The Doctor studied her for a moment, knowing how close it would hit to home for her before answering, "No…"

Her anger deflated slightly, "Oh…right…"

"They understand that species evolve but they want to keep the majority pure, like it was in the beginning, according to them. They don't use violence and they don't want an end to cross-species life, as far as I know. Remember, nothing I know is absolute proof of what they do. Cloak and dagger stuff here…"

"Whispers and shadows." She corrected.

"Right, whispers and shadows…stuff then." The Doctor went on, "All I know is, if they do exist, and they apparently do is that they are powerful so if Rose has been taken by one of them or if she's with one of them, then she's either in serious danger or she's about to be." He nodded in conclusion, and Jinx followed suit, not sure about what else to do, "So…who'd you get the ring off?"

She frowned, "Are you sure they are all powerful people?" The Doctor nodded, "Intelligent?" Again, he nodded, "Upper-class?" Another nod, "In the background?" A nod once more, "Respectful?" The Doctor was about to nod again, but then shrugged, "Intelligent, really?"

With a final exasperated sigh, he nodded whilst saying, "Yes, now who'd you get it off?"

"Jeuni…"

"Jeuni?" The Doctor frowned, "Really?"

Jinx nodded in agreement, "I'm as gobsmacked as you."

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Rose took a deep breath as another wave of dizziness hit her. As it passed, she looked back over at Edmund and decided that she couldn't just sit here anymore. She needed to check him over, she didn't know much about injuries, but from being with the Doctor she had had her fair few of times where she had to play Doctor.

She made to stand and somehow managed to walk – each step bringing on a bout of nausea and vertigo – over to Edmund. She sat beside him, back against the wall and ultimately glad to have something solid against her back once more.

Edmund, whose eyes had been closed before, opened his eyes briefly, "You shouldn't move too much if you have a concussion." He told her.

"If I do have one, it's nothing compared to you." She replied, "You look awful."

And he did. He was extremely pale, seemingly in a lot of pain – although he tried to hide it – and he was having difficulty breathing if the sharp bursts of breath were anything to go by.

"Thanks." He muttered, "It's always nice to be told you look awful by a pretty girl.

"What hurts?" She enquired.

"I'm fine." He assured her.

"Please, just tell me so I can help you. I feel guilty enough already."

"Guilty?" He asked surprised, "For what exactly? You did nothing wrong."

"I know…" She sighed, "I just don't like seeing people in pain."

And Rose never had liked seeing people in pain, whether emotionally or physically. She had hated seeing the look in people's eyes when they were pain. She had always felt the need to help them, to fix them, to heal them.

When she was young, her mum had called her 'her little Florence Nightingale' whenever she had played nurse and decided to look after her mum when she got ill – whether it be a simple cold or not.

Although she had learned how to make a brilliant pot of soup because of it, even if she could hardly cook anything else, if a pot noodle didn't count.

Edmund looked at her before sighing, "My ribs." He admitted, "I think I broke a few."

Rose gently prodded at his ribs, trying not to focus on the way he winced as she came across what indeed seemed to be a few broken ribs, "Sorry."

"It's fine."

"Are you having any difficulty breathing?" She asked, concerned. If he was then he really needed to get medical attention and that was something their current situation didn't provide them.

"It hurts to take a breath, but other than that, no."

She went on to examine his arm. The cut looked like it would need a few stitches, but at least it had stopped bleeding for the meantime.

She then went on to examine his face, gently taking it in his hands. Their faces were inches from each other and to anyone looking in; it might have appeared to be an intimate moment.

He winced again as her fingers found a bruise, and she gave him another apologetic look. She gently traced the gash on his face, before she let go of his face.

"Will I live?" He joked slightly, regretting the action as the laugh that followed made his ribs scream in protest.

"Hopefully." She gave him a smile.

He smiled back, "No guarantees then." He closed his eyes, "I'm so tired."

"Yeah…I know, but stay awake. It'll be better if we stay awake until someone comes and saves us."

"Who will?" Edmund replied, eyes still closed, "No one knows where we are. No one knows we're even gone."

Rose shook her head. There was one thing or to be precise person she could trust with her life, and she had done so many times; this time would be no different to what had come before and, at least what she hoped, would come in the future. She could place her life in his hands because there was no better person to trust with a life, "The Doctor knows I'm gone. I have faith in him. He'll find me; he'll find us."

"I hope so." Was all that Edmund could reply, before the door to the room opened.

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AN: You know the drill... :)