eeveekitty85: I didn't realise how important Kit would be until I wrote it! Glad you're still enjoying!

Naitriab: Kit's future is unsure, but I really can't see her staying around after they find Rose. Assuming everyone makes it out of this in tact, that is… ;)

Cloudhaven94: Nine is my Doctor, so no need to worry about that! ;p Thanks for the review.

Earthdraco: You wanted more Rose, so here's a Rose POV for you, enjoy! As for Kit, I never intended her to be such a big character, but she's kinda integral to the plot now, so not much I can do about that. On the upside, we're almost done, so not for much longer! ;)

YamiKITG: Well, I gave you a Rose chapter. This one's for you, since you didn't choose a POV. Hope you enjoy.

Chaimera: Glad you liked the TARDIS. As for her humour, I figure the old girl's been around for so long that if she didn't have a sense of humour she'd be pretty damn bored:p

GoddessofTwilight: I'd check google, I have no idea about poisons, sorry.

Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, I love you all! mwah!

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Part Ten: The Web of the Blue Spider

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It's twilight once more and outside the sound of nocturnal animals begins to surround her. The sky changes colour, surrounds her dank cell in a blanket of pinks, reds, yellows, greys and blues, and she can't stop a tear from rolling down her cheek, wishing she could see it. Before her the world stretches into a never-ending monochromatic blur of shapes. She's never really appreciated the wonder that colour brings into the world until she's faced with one in desolate shades of grey. It's the latest act of punishment for a crime she hasn't committed. Her only crime has been refusing to love a man she barely knows.

Rose has fallen in love with men before. Sometimes over something as stupid as the way his hair flicks up at the front, causing his cheeky smile to become the focus of his gorgeous face. Sometimes it's over his body, sometimes his laugh, sometimes it's because he's always been there for her. Once, perhaps the truest of all, was because he had promised her time and space. But she can't fall in love because she's forced to; if there's one aspect of her personality they have yet to tear from her, it's her need to remain true to herself.

Sometimes, in the bleakest moments – the ones that are coming more and more often – she thinks he's with her. Deep, deep down she tries to fight against illusion, bit he's all she has to keep going sometimes. The world around her isn't the one she wants, but even it is being taken away piece by piece. When they had cut off her hair she'd had to force herself not to cry, but in the darkness of her cell she had wept; now it seems so trifle. They've begun to take her senses one by one, in an effort to make her change her mind. Her voice, her sense of touch (now she can't even feel the cold), and, the latest, colour. She hadn't even flinched when the laser had grazed her eye, wouldn't even have noticed it was there had she not seen it. She had watched as the angry red light drifted into a strong grey…and that was when her world had changed once more. Without colour she finds it so much harder to remain positive, so much harder to remember the hope that she's keeping inside; the hope that her Doctor is coming.

There's a noise outside her cell. It's only 21 walking past on her nightly rounds, but nothing's amiss; Rose is still in her cell, guarded by 18 and 12. Only two guards. It's less than usual, but Agnon is feeling gracious at the birth of another child and she's actually happy for him. Not because he has another child, but because she's had a reprieve. Her voice was returned to her the day after the birth in an effort to 'show good will and, perhaps, encourage her to change her mind'. He wants her to be thankful to him, instead she feels all the more angry at knowing what he's taken away, what he will take away again the next time she's brought before him to say 'no'.

She feels a strange sensation and turns her gaze to the corner of the cell beside the window and smiles, because there he stands. He crosses the room until he's next to her and slips his hand into hers with an almost reverent look on his face.

"Why so sad, Doctor?" she asks with a frown. Her Doctor isn't meant to be so sad. She hears a muttering in the corridor, but ignores it. She's long got used to the twitters of the concubines when she talks to him, but they don't know when he's there. He has a way to hide in plain sight; he's only there for her.

"Are you here to get me out?" she whispers. It's the question she asks every time he visits, but he never answers her. Instead, he grins. Not an ordinary grin, but the one that's filled with mischief and promises adventures until the end of the world and then some. She always manages to push her questions to the back of her mind and let him show her the universe.

Sometimes they visit worlds filled with water, sometimes desert, once they even went to an ice world, which she had dubbed Hoth. It had surprised her that he'd understood the reference almost as much as he was surprised by her knowledge of Star Wars – well, she hadn't dated Mickey for that long and come out learning nothing, even if it was useless trivia. Used to win her some nice bottles of wine at the local pub quiz.

Occasionally she follows a faint thread spun by a blue spider and she thinks she truly sees him in all his glorious colour. She thinks she sees him fixing things, thinks she sees him frantically looking through charts on the blue spider. Then Jack came back and sometime she thinks sees him smiling at their friend. Sometimes she sees them talking and sometimes she sees him with some girl she doesn't know, but somehow remembers. But she always lets go when he turns to her, because she doesn't want to lose that; somehow that's more real than this man before her.

She gazes into his eyes, but hates that she can't really see them. They look dull and grey, reflections of her own no doubt, and she hates it. He's filled with every shade of grey she's ever seen, but he's meant to be filled with excitement and colour. His eyes change with his moods and his moods change with every passing second. She loves it. She hates that she can't see it. Pushing those thoughts aside she watches as that grin fills his face. It doesn't make up for what's missing, but she'll take what she can get.

"Where to today then?" she asks, echoing his expression.

"Anywhere you want, Rose."

"Anywhere?"

He nods. "Anywhere in time or space."

"Then I'd like to go home." His expression falls and the world comes rumbling down. "Why are you doing this to me?" she whispers, defeated.

"I'm not," he replies, shaking his head. He looks so lost and desolate that she wants to cry until her face is all red and blotchy, as if she's just sung five Celine Dion songs, downed four bottles of wine and done a fairly good impression of Bridget Jones on a bender. Only this is worse, because she's never had pain this bad in her life, not before him. She doesn't blame him, it's the way life gets, she assumes; the better your life gets the worse it gets, because when things fall apart there's so much more to lose.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she repeats.

"Rose, you're doing this to yourself."

He smiles sadly once more and disappears. Walking back she doesn't stop until her back hits the wall. She slides to the floor, but she has no more tears to cry. She doesn't want to cry. She wants her anger back.

That tingling sensation at the back of her mind has returned and she follows the threads that are waiting for her. She long ago stopped listening, because she couldn't stand the 'busy signal' any longer. The TARDIS is her link to him, but even now that world seems like a dream. When Agnon had first allowed her to drink from the goblet she hadn't wanted to, she hadn't trusted him. If he hadn't been called away urgently to greet his new son, she had no doubt that the link she now shared with the Doctor would have been his, would have been used as another punishment, another way to drive her to insanity until she agreed to be his. She smiles, remembering the way the Doctor had looked at her in surprise after he had finished up the drink she had offered him. The connection was theirs. Of course he had noticed it first, but she's the one that has learned to control it. She had to learn, because its all there is keeping them together. The connection they each share with the TARDIS strengthens it, that she knows, but she likes to think that maybe, just maybe, they share a special bond that keeps it strong as well.

"Rose?"

She blinks and looks up at him, smiling. "Where are you taking me this time, Doctor," she says.

"Taking you?" he frowns. "Rose I'm trying to find you."

He looks around them and it's then that she realises she's still in her cell. It must all be another dream then; another illusion that she's created to keep him with her; another small step on the road to insanity. It's a road she'll willingly take if it means he'll be with her. He talks differently to the illusion, he speaks with passion that her pretend Doctor lacks, because she herself has no passion left. He even looks scared. But he can't be real.

"Where to, Doctor?"

"Rose, why is everything black and white?"

She looks at the ground and sits, but he follows her down, crouching before her.

"Agnon took it from me," she replies, somehow feeling as if she's telling her mum about the time Stacey took her Barbie doll. She'd just picked it up and refused to give it back, dangling it in front of Rose like a carrot on a stick. She'd seen that once in a Mario Brother's cartoon. They'd wanted to get the donkey to move. Or was it a horse?

"Rose! Snap out of it!"

She frowns. He never talks to her like that, her illusion. He's always playful, always smiling. "Why aren't you smiling, Doctor? We should go somewhere sunny. We could get chips?"

"Rose, you need to listen to me. We're coming, okay? We found Jack and we're on our way. As soon as we can get Kit to remember everything, we're coming for you, do you hear me?"

Rose frowns. "Kit?" she muses. "I forgot you liked cats."

"No, Rose! You need to stay strong, can you do that?" He looks at her intensely and she can almost see the colour in his eyes. "Can you do that for me?"

"I'd do anything for you," she says softly, reaching for him. She traces his face with the tips of her fingers, but still, even in this dreamland, she feels nothing. "My Doctor."

"My Rose," he replies, his hand echoing her movement.

"I wish I could feel you. I wish I could see your eyes, but he took it away from me."

"And he will give it back and I will make him pay for everything he has done to you. Everything."

She's only ever seen him look this way once before. The dalek. Someone has hurt her and he wants to hurt them in return. Snippets of colour appear around her and the scene changes. They're on the TARDIS and the greenish hue is almost penetrating her eyes, the faint echo of his touch still lingering on her cheek. That's when she realises something. She's not in control this time. He is and he can see and feel everything.

"Doctor?" she asks, trying so hard to quell the hope surging inside her. She knows she'll break if it's not real, she can't trust, not yet.

"I'm here."

"Are you really?" she asks desperately.

"Really," he confirms.

"And you found Jack?"

He nods. "We found Jack and we're coming for you."

"Who's we?" She looks around. He's showing her the TARDIS the way it is now, the blue spider that links them to each other, no matter where they are. Blue spider; that was the name of the drink that gave them their connection. It didn't taste very nice. A little like aniseed. She doesn't like aniseed very much.

"Rose! Focus!"

"Who is she?" Rose asks, watching the brunette enter the room, Jack following her. They don't look very happy, but that just makes her laugh. "She didn't fall for Jack's charm?"

"They fight like cats."

"Maybe they'll make up like dogs," she replies slyly, causing him to scrunch up his face at the visual she has supplied. "Heard that in a film once, I think."

"Kit knows something about where you are," he says, bringing her attention back to him. It's so hard for her to focus. Every day she finds her thoughts more scattered than the day before.

"I've seen her somewhere."

"She's trying to remember, but she's scared. That much I do know." The Doctor sighs. "We will find you."

"Promise," she asks and her bottom lip wavers. "Because I don't know how much longer I can stand this. I think I'm going mad."

"You are the strongest person I've ever met, Rose Tyler. You're even more stubborn than you mother." She smiles at him and his grip tightens on her arms, although when they got there, she's not sure. "Please, Rose. Hold on."

"To what?" she asks desperately.

"To me."

"I already am," she whispers. "But I think I'm losing you."

The cell door connects loudly with the wall and she jerks awake. She grimaces as the kinks in her neck make themselves known. 12 stands in front of her, the barely thin, scant material barely concealing anything. The red headed woman holds herself high, but Rose knows she would break if she took that life. But she doesn't have to. Her Doctor is coming. She only hopes he's coming quickly, because she's thinks she's falling off the edge of the web.

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End of Chapter Ten

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Okay, don't hate me! Rose was bound to be going a little insane with all that's been going on with her, I only hope it came across okay.

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