AN: Well, I'm back and I survive NaNoWriMo. I managed to get over 50,000 words - booyah! lol...so I've decided that this story will be kept as one story. No sequel. No more Jinx. I just don't have the motivation to write another Doctor Who story. I've been a little dissapointed with the specials. They just aren't the same as a proper series, so hopefully the Christmas one will motivate me into writing DW fiction like I used to. I'm still continuing the story so don't worry...although I wouldn't be surprised if people just stopped reading...this story has changed so much from what I started it out as. I don't know if I've become much more angsty or something but this story just keeps getting darker unintentionally. If this is bad, I apologize. I wrote this late, haven't seen a proper episode of DW in a while and have been writing for different characters for over a month but hopefully it'll be okay. Also I'm thinking of getting a beta...I've always gone without one for all my stories but I just think my writing's getting worse...urgh...I'll shut up now. I'm such a pessimist...and a cynic..and a whole load of other negative adjectives that if I go on I'll probably just end up depressing people. Ok, on with the story...

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Edmund let his head gently hit against the wall he had been secured to. His wrists – bound by the thick metal shackles – were red raw from his attempts to squeeze his hands out. He tried to readjust his sore wrists to a more comfortable position but no matter what he did, nothing helped.

He let out a sigh.

Everything was a mess.

He couldn't believe he had been so foolish to even think being anywhere near his uncle's plans was a good idea. If he hadn't been so willing to follow the man he had been forced to see as a replacement father after his own had died then he would have never became part of the organisation; he would have known nothing to the alternative and he wouldn't be slated to die at the hand of a bunch of freaks, desperate for a universe of purity.

"I'm an idiot…" He said aloud.

"Yes, you are." Sleev's voice came from the observation room above where they were holding him in. His figure appeared at the window Edmund was facing and as soon as he clapped eyes on Sleev, Edmund found himself – once again and regardless of the pain it would surely cause him – pulling at his restraints, anger pushing a potent strength into his veins.

"Let me go, you son of a bitch!" He shouted, as metal dug into flesh, drawing blood in the process.

"Now, now…" Sleev replied condescendingly, "No need to get worked up. Seeing as my mother is dead, you calling her a bitch is hardly going to rile me up. You were there when I killed her after all."

Edmund's jaw clenched, pushing back the memory in his mind, "Sleev-"

"Don't call me that." He spat, his face morphing from the calmness it held mere moments ago to anger.

"Considering, you're going to kill me, I'm going to call you Sleev because there is not much you can do that gets any worse than death."

Sleev pursed his lips tightly together, "And I was going to be nice…"

He shrugged, more to himself than to his prisoner and it was the look on his face that worried Edmund. He had been witness to many deeds of Sleev's he had never wished to see; stuff that haunted his memories, leaving black marks in years that should have been happy. Edmund knew there was little the man could do without regret and so the look on his face was worrying.

Yet Sleev did not say anything more, simply walked away silently, leaving Edmund to contemplate whether there was a fate worse than death.

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The Doctor could understand the need the steal a new ring.

He could allow the fact that a distraction was in order.

It was easy to acknowledge that the distraction would involve things he didn't approve of.

He could not condone, however, the violence.

It was Jinx who managed to lure out one of the men with a few whispered words in his ear, a gentle touch on the man's arm and a false promise of something more in her well placed smile.

It took her no more than two minutes to get him to where she needed him. And it was the Doctor who ended up frowning when as soon as he moved to talk to the man, Jinx shot out her elbow and landed it straight into the man's abdomen before she delivered an perfectly executed blow to the head, knocking the man instantly unconscious.

"Why did you go and do that for?" The Doctor asked, anger flaring his irises.

"We needed a ring." She said as she slipped it off the fellow's finger, "And I got us one. What's the problem?"

"I meant…why did you have to knock him out?"

Jinx looked down at the man and back up to the Doctor, her face disbelieving as she sarcastically replies, "Oh, I'll be sure to politely ask next time if he wants to give me a ring that will successfully aid in bringing down the organisation he belongs to…" She pauses for a moment, "And then death and me can get reacquainted over a couple of shots. I was hoping for some shots of tequila but it's going to be more likely it'll end up as a few gun shots to the gut, but what can you do?" She finished her sarcastic remarks with a shrug.

The Doctor merely glared at her in response, his silence expressing more words than she would ever listen to if he said them aloud.

Jinx moved to bend down and winced, her hand automatically going to her side.

"You know, this would be much easier if you would help." She asked, indicating her head towards the unconscious body that needed to be moved before someone happened to wander down the corridor. Rose may have been on lookout but she could only cover one end and although Jinx had no qualms with knocking out another person, she knew the Doctor wouldn't let her do it again, not without protest.

The Doctor reluctantly grabbed the man's arms and half-carried him, towards the nearest darkened alcove. He was surprised how many there actually were. They really needed better lighting and unconscious body aside; anyone really could get up to anything in these pocketfuls of shadows.

Jinx straightened her spine, and her eyes narrowed as she looked at the wall. In it, the words 'Bad Wolf' had been carved into. She slowly smoothed her fingers over them and felt a jolt hit her system.

Shaking her head, she stepped away as the Doctor – grim faced – came up to her. "Never again." The Doctor whispered, meeting her

Jinx moved past him, checking one last time to make sure the body was safe and securely hidden. She paused momentarily, surprised as something inside her flared a warning. Jinx could not help but wonder what in those two words he had spoken had brought about the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach.

The Doctor walked ahead, unaware of her sudden discomfort and she quickly catches up, ignoring her sixth sense for now.

Feelings alone were meaningless. They could not help her, not without accompanying images and her mind blocked her from those snippets for now.

She would have to wait.

They met up with Rose in the next corridor and she watched as the Doctor greeted her with a smile.

Another feeling flared within Jinx – a mixture of happiness and devastation – and she could not help but wonder what was happening to her. She rarely dealt with only emotions in her future glimpses, but here it was happening twice and both times without apparant reason.

She looked between Rose and the Doctor and the happiness in the present flared for a moment before the devastation in their future won her over. Jinx raised a hand to her heart, checking it was still there, and once assured that it was, she tried to desperately push away the feeling that it had been ripped out. She had already experienced that once in her lifetime; she had no desire to have it occur again. Let alone to experience the echo of another's future heartache.

"There is darkness in your future." She said, unable to help herself as her mouth ignored her mind's command.

The Doctor and Rose turned back to her, and the emotions flared.

What was wrong with her? Her power never affected her…not like this; never like this, but as she stared at them, she could not help it when her power grew in potency.

Their future was set in stone and the power of grief and heartbreak weighed like an inadmissible burden.

"Jinx," Rose asked, moving towards her cautiously. Jinx could see gold reflected in her eyes and with horror, she realised it was her own eyes that were burning gold, "Are you okay?"

Words that were not of her own doing came pouring out of her mouth, "There is darkness in your future; a consuming pain that takes away all, stealing everything that it is good. There is little time left… "

The Doctor placed a hand on her arm and they both gasped as images burned her eyelids.

She could see falling…she could see Rose falling into a bright white light…blue coating her attire…and screams filling the air…

There were echoes…a view of sand…love - that she had no right in feeling as it did not belong to her - ebbing her soul as she stared at an approaching Rose…heartbreak in her gaze…

Jinx broke her arm away from the Doctor's, breaking the connection as her eyes returned to their normal colour and not the gold that had previously pierced her irises.

She staggered back, her hands coming into contact with the wall. She needed to get away from him – from what she had seen - even though she knew the damage had already been done. She could see it in his eyes; he had seen; he had felt and he now knew what his future held because of his own low level telepathy.

She had not wanted to feel those things and in her need to push them away she had inadvertently pushed them into his mind.

"I'm sorry…" Jinx choked out. She meant it. No one should have to witness the future; not when it consisted of that – an oncoming doomsday, "I didn't mean to let you see…"

"When?" He merely replied, sounding low and dark; the voice of someone on the verge of losing everything.

"Soon…"

His jaw clenched.

She continued on, clarifying, "There isn't much time left…a few months maybe…" She swallowed back a lump, "I'm sorry." She repeated her apology, knowing that they were meaningless anyway.

"What's going on?" Rose, from out of the sidelines as a forgotten third party, stepped forward, demanding an explanation to questions she wasn't even sure of.

The Doctor turned round, slowly, and Jinx's was at the perfect angle to see his face shift from serious and worried to playful and easy. He was always the good actor; always able to hide his emotions so well under an easy façade. She could understand why he wanted to. It was so clear to her that he wanted to protect Rose from everything that could cause her harm - a noble intention.

"Nothing. Jinx saw something in the future. We haven't got much time left to get to Edmund." His face grew determined, a good counterpart to his well place aversion to the truth, "We need to hurry."

The Doctor rushed ahead, determination coating his stride. Rose merely stood, looking between his retreating form and Jinx, who had once again managed to perfect a stoic expression.

"You said there was darkness in our future." Rose echoed her words from earlier, and hearing them from her lips, Jinx could not help it when something akin to guilt threatened to make herself tell Rose everything, but she pushed it back; pushed it down; pushed it away because it the only thing that she could do.

"If they manage to sacrafice Edmund, then there is a darkness in all our futures."

It is a half-truth. Jinx had no knowledge yet of what Enignamia would do if they managed their sacrifice, but if there was one thing she and the Doctor had mastered, it was the knowledge to know when to keep things a secret.

"And that's it?" Rose questioned, eyes narrowed.

Jinx nodded, "That's it." She said, and walked past her, clenching the ring in her hand until it left red smiles in the palms of her hand.

Rose pursed her lips as she watched them walk away. She was torn. There was something they were hiding. She knew it, but she couldn't prove it. They would never tell her the truth, but in the Doctor's eyes she could see something was bothering him. The smile may have given off a carefree air but she knew him better than that. His eyes had betrayed his lie. There was something wrong.

With a dejected sigh, Rose quickly caught up with the two. She would get the Doctor to tell her. She had put up with him keeping things to himself and she deserved to know the truth. The first opportunity she could get to talk to him alone, and then she would make sure he would tell her.

It was the least she deserved.

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AN: For the record, in case you didn't get what I was referencing in the vision. It was the events of Doomsday. So this might prompt the Doctor into some territories he never even thought to think of in terms of Rose and of course, naturally, it might unearth some feelings because of it. It may be angsty but I will make sure there is some happiness to come from my angsty attitude...ok, well, review if you're still reading...because I have no idea if people still are. Yes, completely my fault for participating in NaNoWriMo and leaving this story alone for over a month...but just review if you want to...