Well well well… I seem to have gone emo or something. My chappies are just getting depressing-er and depressing-er, aren't they? Whatever. I will always be happy at heart.

By the way, if I haven't already mentioned this, in my last chappy I totally made up the Council of Thirty thing. I have never seen the old series, nor am I planning to, and so I have no clue about Time Lord society and gov't and stuff, so I make it up. Yay!

Disclaimer: Dude. If I owned Doctor Who, do you think I would be writing a crap Fanfic on it right now? Seriously. You'd have to be retarded. And then some.

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"Er…Doctor?" hissed Martha into his ear. "What do we do?"

Tugging on his earlobe nervously, he replied, "We, er...run."

"Run," repeated Faye blandly. She, not really knowing the Doctor's character, couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Um…yeah," he answered, nodding in her direction. "Come on!" In the blink of an eye, he had bolted through the open door of the lab, shouting for someone to shut the door as they exited hurriedly. "Out, out! Everybody out! Trap it inside!" The four obeyed his command in wild terror, nearly knocking each other over in their hurry to escape. A mournful cry echoed as they slammed the door shut, not stopping in time to look back.

As soon as they reached the lobby, everyone collapsed onto the chairs in the cafeteria, trying to recollect their thoughts after the sudden encounter with an alien race.

"What," asked Faye in a steely voice, "was that?"

"Yeah," agreed Mickey, folding his arms and speaking in a deadly whisper. "I think we'd all like to know that, Doctor." The protective concern in his voice couldn't have been more obvious; Martha shuffled a bit and cast her glance downward.

"Just let me think for a minute!" he snapped, leaning on the back of a nearby office chair. He screwed up his face so tightly that he looked as though in great pain and exhaled deeply. "Dammit!"

No one spoke for a long while, they just watched the Doctor in his internal agony. The wall clock could be heard ticking away the seconds in the silence; it seemed as though it was counting down to something ominous. Every now and then the Doctor would open his eyes and mutter something, then squeeze them together again, apparently thinking hard.

Finally, someone had the courage to ask, "Doctor? Are you OK?"

"Oh, sure," he answered immediately, rising from his defeated posture. "Yeah, fine."

"Doctor," said Martha, giving him an I-know-you're-lying-just-to-make-us-less-worried-and-I'm-not-buying-it look.

Looking uncomfortable, he threaded his fingers above his head and stretched, groaning as the bones cracked and the muscles were pulled taut. "It's just… it's just a child," he explained unhelpfully.

"Okay, lose the Doc-speak for a mo' and just give us the facts," said Mickey in exasperation.

The Doctor gave a little laugh and smiled. "Okay, okay. Well, the being that's inhabiting, possessing, whatever Rose is called a Child of Lalae, as it said. Which is completely accurate: that's all it is, a child. It's the maturity of a kid with the power of a Time Lord that's absorbed the vortex."

"That's a lot, I'm guessing," said Martha sarcastically.

"Yeah, yeah it is."

"Great."

"Very. Anyway, they're offspring of a kind of… god, if you will, a raw power in the shape of a giant, iridescent cloud that was worshiped on many planets. These planets called it Lalae, and revered it as a diving ruler. One day, the phenomenon just burst, ruptured into tiny pieces that scattered and collected onto a solitary moon. They took nearly-human form, in the form of a little girl or boy, though they have no gender. Their species is normally a very peaceful one, not getting involved with others unless they have to."

"Is this going somewhere?" asked a very impatient Faye.

The Doctor, shocked that someone had actually dared to interrupt him, turned to stare at her in disbelief. "Well, yeah."

"Okay," she stated, picking a cuticle. "Just checking."

Taking a few more seconds to look at Faye in astonishment, he continued with his monologue. "Over the eons, the Children evolved into a more human, less all-mighty being form, which turned out to be worse for them."

"Why's that?" inquired Mickey.

"When the Fever broke out, they had enough of a physical form that they were infected. And since for all the time they existed, all they had done was lounge about and do nothing (because what else were they supposed to do? They were practically gods!), they had absolutely no way of defending themselves. It slaughtered them by the thousands, just as it did in a myriad of other races."

"But you had the cure-"

"-which we could not distribute interplanatarily under any circumstances! We had our own civilization to worry about, out own people who were dying! If there had been any way for us to save everyone that contracted the disease, don't you think we would have done it?" The glare in his eyes was particularly strong as he defended his home.

"I – of course, I – sorry," Martha finished lamely, not looking at him.

"It's OK, don't worry about it," he said apologetically, realizing he was a bit harsh.

"So this… thing inside Rose is a half-spiritual being intent on getting revenge on you, the one on whom it blames the death of its entire species?" Faye summed up.

"Er… yep," he agreed awkwardly.

"This just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it," she sighed, and everyone around nodded in agreement.

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Okay okay, its been a long time since ive done one of these:

You: Damn, she finally updated! I think -

Me: -you'll compliment me on my prestigious skill as a writer and the dedication I

have to my schoolwork, because I spent time on that instead of Fanfics?

You: - I'll beat her up!

Me: AHHHHHH!!!!!!!

You: WILL YOU NEVER LEARN, YOU IGNORAMUS?????

Me: Don't use fancy insults on me!!!

You: Ha! Try me! – produces random spatula and proceeds to beat with it –

Ah, good times….. gooood times…… ----