A/N: I've decided to post the remainder of the chapters in succession. My time has gotten very limited, and the demands from my life need more attention than this. Thanks for all of your comments and support, and please visit my artwork: www.lilflyergirl. 9: Saved
Rose looked away from the Doctor. She couldn't stand seeing him look so helpless. Her Doctor always knew what to do and how to do it. He didn't give up, never! Not even when they were on Satelite Five and everything seemed hopeless. She wouldn't give up, why would he? Unless… unless this really was the end. Was this really how she was to go out? Killed by a creature who wanted her body?
"There has to be a way…" Jack said.
The Doctor paced around the room.
Rose watched him with a frown. "I've never seen him like this." She told Jack.
"He loves you, Rose, and so do I."
Rose gave him a small smile. "I must really be in bad shape."
"He just needs some help." Jack said dismissively.
"How have you been?" She asked.
"Good, but busy." Jack replied.
She smiled, "It's good seeing you." She looked away from him, but not before he saw the tear in her eyes. Was this one of the last times she would talk to him? To the Doctor?
"Pleasure as always, Rose." Jack said.
"I'm not supposed to die this way, Jack." She whispered. She lowered her eyes to her hands.
He cupped her face, "You won't. Do you hear me?"
"Every bone in my body hurts. I can't fight anymore. I just want it to end."
"It will. Just hold on, okay?"
"I can't." Rose said, "Because I'm no longer in control of my body."
Before Jack could do anything, Rose had stabbed the broken lamp into her. She heard Jack yelling for the Doctor, and saw the Doctor in the threshold of her room, saw his horrified expression before she lost consciousness.
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A warm breeze blew her hair back, and she woke in the field once again. The Ninth Doctor walked to her once more.
"Doctor?" She asked.
But he didn't respond. His expression held the fury of when he was dealing with the Daleks, or how angry he had been when she had saved her father from death. He knelt on the ground next to her and thrust his hand inside of her chest. It was a peculiar sensation. It wasn't pain, it wasn't nausea, it felt… calming somehow. When he withdrew his hand, he was holding onto the ghostly outline of the alien creature. The creature lasted mere seconds before turning to smoke in the Doctor's hands.
Rose sat up, and smiled. "You escaped!"
"Escaped?"
"You were being held by those creatures… I saw you."
"I was never being held, Rose. That was… well, all in your head. You'll be fine now." He turned to walk off.
"Wait!"
He turned back to her.
"Thanks."
"I'm just sorry it took so long for me to get here, but their hold was too strong. Once you stabbed yourself, they got excited, and weakened their hold and I slipped in that instant."
"You saw that." She said, rubbing a hand over her stomach.
He bent down to her again and cupped her face in his hands. He removed the dandelion chain from his pocket. "See this? These little flowers helped me find you. What did you say about love? It has no beginning and no end. I'm keeping my promise to keep you safe. I expect you to keep yours."
"And what's that?"
"To have a fantastic life!" He grinned from ear to ear.
"Are you really going to leave again without at least a hug goodbye?"
The Doctor bent down, and Rose circled her arms around his neck, resting her head on his chest.
"So it really was you in my dreams before, wasn't it? When I gave you the dandelion chain."
He grinned, "Those dreams were fantastic." He pulled away from her, "I'll be seeing you, Rose."
Rose smiled as she watched him walk away. It wasn't goodbye, they were just parting their ways for now. "See ya." She replied back.