"You found it, then?" Rose asked, the Doctor frantically trying to connect each wires. Cara and Mickey helping him where they could. "They knew I was coming. They blocked it off." The Doctor said frantically.

"I don't get it. How come they got in there?" Rose said, looking though the time window into the chaotic ballroom.

"They teleported - you saw them. As long as the ship and the ballroom are linked, their short-range teleports will do the trick." The Doctor said quickly, desperately trying to find a fix to the situation.

"Doc!" Cara called holding out her hand, the Doctor tossing her his sonic. Catching it in her hand, Cara began fixing up the control bow of wires. "They won't kill her in front of everyone, right?" Cara said glancing back through the window.

The silence that followed answered her question.

"Well, we'll go in the TARDIS!" Rose said frantically.

"We can't use the TARDIS, we're part of events now." The Doctor said instantly. "We influenced her timeline, meaning if we manipulate it with time travel via TARDIS, we could cause a paradox?" Cara asked, glancing at the Doctor.

"Something like that! Sonic!" the Doctor said, holding out his hand. Cara tossing the screwdriver over her shoulder back to him. "Well, can't we just smash through it?" Mickey suggested.

Cara rubbing her head. The cold feeling of someone plunging ice water and being very aggressively hugged in an unpleasant way entering her.

Fear. But not hers. There was so much fear across the glass, and so much anger behind it. The kind that was reaching its boiling point.

Ready to explode.

"Hyperplex this side, plate glass the other. We need a truck."
"We don't have a truck."
"I know we don't have a truck!" the Doctor shouted.

"Well, we've gotta try something!"

"No, smash the glass, smash the time window, they'd be no way back." The Doctor said, sonicing another wire.

"Can everyone just calm down? Please." Reinette said from across the glass, in the palace. Cara slowly edging closer to the window, watching her.

"Such a commotion. Such distressing noise. Kindly remember that this is Versailles. This is the Royal Court. And we are French."

"Well, no can say she can't command a room." Cara said quietly. She saw Reinette's future, how they saved her…that was left to the decisions they made now. The decision the Doctor made now. Cara knew it would be the right one. Well, Cara hoped it would be the right one.

Unfortunately for her, hoping and knowing were two very different things.

"I have made a decision. And my decision is 'no'. I shall not be going with you today. I have seen your world, and I have no desire to set foot there again."

"We do not desire your feet."

"Doctor," Cara said pulling her eyes away from the window, walking towards him. She didn't know how. How she knew that she needed to say this, but she did. Somehow, Cara knew the words.

The Doctor paused in his work, glancing back at though the window at Reinette.

"If you're going to do something. You have to do it now." Cara whispered. The Doctor looked at her for a few seconds, before turned around running deep into the ship.

Cara glanced down.

On the console, tucked to the side. His sonic screwdriver.

"You think I fear you. But I do not fear you, even now. You are merely the nightmare of my childhood. The monster from under my bed. And if my nightmare can return to plague me, then rest assured," Reinette hissed, her voice lowering to a whisper. "So will yours."

"Doctor no!"

Shards of glass littered the floor. Rose standing in its wake.

"What happened? Where did the time window go? How's he gonna get back?" Mickey blubbered, sounding close to tears. He saw what happened. He knew what happened, but denial seemed better than truth.

Rose was still. Cara hadn't seen her this quiet before. It would have been unnerving in most circumstances. But she couldn't think of them. She couldn't think of anything.

Her head was killing her.

"This is your fault."

It was like something was violently ripped out of her skull. Like she was being continuously stabbed. Burned alive. Pain like nothing she had ever experienced before. The kind of pain, where screaming was too painful.

The kind of pain where silence was the only option you had.

"You knew. You knew what he was going to do. You knew!"

But that was nothing, nothing to the consuming void of nothingness that was consuming her. Someone was grabbing her. Shaking her? Who knew? Why did it matter? Why did she matter? Why did anything matter?

Why did it matter when nothing mattered?

"How could you? You little-You-you! You useless child! You-"
"Rose-"

It was like being shoved into a black hole.

There was nothing.
A sucking void of nothing, going in, and staying in the nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.

"How could you do this? Huh? What is wrong with-?!"
"Rose! Shut up! Just shut the hell up!"

She was alone.
Alone.
All alone.

"But Mickey-!"
"What the hell is wrong with you!? Yell'in at a kid? Look just coz you got crush, and a problem with the Doctor doesn't mean you go off at a kid!"
"Mickey-"
"Shut up, Rose." Sigh. "Just…Look, we can't fly the TARDIS without him. How's he gonna get back?"

There was nothing.
Nothing.
She was nothing.
What have you done?
What happening?
Where am I? Where am I? Where am I? Where am I? Where am I?
Why? Why was this? What was this?

There was nothing.

And it was terrifying.

The TARDIS.

Cara stumbled inside, the door slamming behind her. Mickey and Rose were arguing outside, a mixture of this problem and others all coming out.

The TARDIS could help her.
The TARDIS could help her.
The TARDIS could help her.

Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Please.

She knew the inevitable.

"You know all their names, don't you? I saw that in your mind. The name of every star."
"What's in a name? Names are just titles. Titles don't tell you anything."

She couldn't help. She couldn't….

There was too much pain.
Too much pain…
Please….make it…stop…

"So, here you are. My lonely angel. Stuck on the slow path, with me."

Sleep.
Please…
Sleep…please…please…

"It's not a copy. It's the original. I had it moved here and was exact in every detail."
"The fireplace..."

The TARDIS flickered her lights warningly.

"It appears undamaged, do you think it will still work?"
"Which might just mean, if I'm lucky... if I'm very, very, very, very, very, very lucky..."

Just let me sleep…
Please….let…..me…..sleep….please…

It was cold.
Not physically.
Physically she was far too warm.
She was mentally cold.

It was far worse.

She was on the floor. The TARDIS was too bright. Leaning against the burning console, Cara shut her eyes. Her head was spinning. Her chest was on fire.

She felt so tired.

The door opened, footsteps echoing. The silence of the TARDIS making them so loud, they seemed to vibrate. They hurried, someone bending down in front of her. A hand placed slowly against her forehead.

"Cara?"

It wasn't Mickey.

"Cara?" Rose whispered again, looking around the TARDIS, then back at her. "What's happening? Cara? What's going on?" she mumbled, running out the TARDIS poking her head out the door.

"Mickey? Mickey?"

Rose closed the door. Looking back around at her. She had a strange expression on her face. Cara seemed to see her in incredible detail, despite her blinding pain, splitting headache and the cold/hot sweat that dripped down her back.

Blonde hair, tumbling to her shoulders in waves of glory, her eyes shining in the mellow TARDIS lights, illuminating her face with an angelic glow. Rose really was beautiful. In some twisted way, she reminded her of Lovely.

Maybe that's why her words would sting?

Rose licked her lips, slowly walking back towards her, the footsteps clucking on the metal floor. Sliding to the ground, tucking her legs into herself, she looked at her.

Silence.

She was so tired for this, too sleepy. She didn't need reminders of her old life and her dead parent. She didn't need reminders of her first home. She didn't need reminders.

The TARDIS was cruel, cruel for keeping her awake. All she wanted to do, was shut her eyes and fall. Fall into the abyss.

It would be better if she just slept.

Finally.

"I knew it would happen." Rose said quietly, but her voice seemed to vibrate around her. "I knew it would, but I…" Rose sighed, running her fingers though her hair, covering her face.

"God, what have I…?" she started, shaking her head. "Wow, I…God, I've been so…" she mumbled, shaking her head, before making a face. "Sorry. I just…" she paused again.

"It's just, I was yellin and suddenly…I just sort of…I heard myself, I really did and…" Rose scoffed, shaking her head, seeming to refuse to meet Cara's eyes. "I'm a horrible person."

"No…you're not." Cara said, her voice sounding strangely scratching. "You were angry. I understand."

"How? It's not the first time." Rose whispered. "I was…" she paused again, nodding her head. "I am terrible to you and…I-the way I treated you…I, when I think about it now…I just…I hate me. I really just…hate me."

"I don't hate you." Cara rasped, taking another deep breath. "I'm not the biggest fan, but I don't hate you."

Rose smirked at that, her face quickly falling again. "When I met the Doctor, he was so different…and I was well pretty much the same, he was a whole different man then, you know. That man, god I loved that man. I still do." she smiled, shaking her head. "When he, um…regenerated. I thought I lost him, felt like I lost him and then you come along. And suddenly, he's…different again. Different, but the same."

"Like an update?"

Rose chuckled, her eyes lighting up for a second. "Yeah, like an update." she said, smiling at her, slowly adjusting herself, letting Cara rest her head on her thigh. "I didn't really what to do. When you came and he changed…I was angry, but, but I was…so scared of losing him, I just…took it out on you…but, it's not an excuse. Not for what I did." Rose said, looking at her. "Cara, I'm…I'm so sorry. For everything, I did."

"S'okay."
"No, it's not."

"Yeah, its not," Cara agreed. "But, I'm too tired, to say words. And be…all angry and stuff." she said forcing herself up, leaning against Rose's shoulder. "I'm tired."

She could feel Rose nodding, and her hand gently feel her forehead. "You're hot."

"Am I?" Cara said dryly. "I thought you could only be that when you're older?"

"Not like that!" Rose giggled, running her fingers though the girl's sweat-filled hair. "You're burning up."

"Like a supermassive black hole." Cara sang, her head swaying from side to side. Rose laughed quietly. "That's not a song."

"Isn't it?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yep!"

"I remember it…Really well you know…um…what was it…it was…Ooh, You set my soul alight….Glaciers melting in the dead of night. Something, something….Superstars sucked into the super massive black hole…You're the queen of the superficial….how long before you tell the truth?"

Cara continued to hum the unknown song under her breath. Rose listening until it eventually faded into silence.

"You're the queen of the superficial….how long before you tell the truth?"

"Doctor!" Rose shouted, running towards him the second he came into view. The Doctor's face broke into a relieved smile. "How long did you-"

"Cara! She needs help."

Things were quiet. Besides the calming hum of the TARDIS and Cara's soft almost un-hearable breathing, everything was silent. The silence made him feel sick.

It was the kind of sickness that curled in the pit of your stomach and ate away at your insides. Burned them, inside and then continued to claw against you, climbing its way up to your throat.

Choking you.

Slowly, but surely killing him.

He should have been more careful. He should have been more responsible. Maybe he should have pushed more, or had been more involved. Checking in on her mind, like his own parents and guardians had.

He wanted to be more, better than them. Give her space, give her time, trust him.

It wasn't her fault.

The Doctor rubbed his hands over his face.
It wasn't her fault.

Reinette's words couldn't help to swirl in an almost endless loop in his mind.

My Dear Doctor.
The path has never seemed more slow,
and yet I fear I am nearing its end.

Cara took another rasping breath. She was in her head, feeling her body trying, trying to shut its self down, her mind trying to stop it.

Reason tells me that you and I are unlikely to meet again.
But I think I shall not listen to reason.
I have seen the world inside your head, and know that all things are possible.

Cara wondered, what did Lovely see before she died? Did she see red lights and fear-filled faces, when the cars collided? Did she see the drivers terrified face when he knew, he knew what was happening? Did she see her? Did she see her and Harry? Did she see her family before she closed her eyes forever?

Hurry though, my love.
My days grow shorter now, and I am so very weak.
God speed, my lonely angel.

Reinette's words never seemed so true.

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