"Rose!" Jack exclaimed as soon as she and the Doctor walked into the control room. The Doctor walked past Jack and sat down, his head in his hands. He had tried hard to get Rose to change her mind, but to no prevail. The human was too stubborn. He just couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to go terribly wrong this time. But there was nothing he could do about it. Rose had made up her mind and nothing was going to change that.

Rose smiled as Jack approached her and enveloped her in a huge hug. He pulled away, a concerned look on his face.

"The Doctor explain to you?" he asked. Rose nodded.

"At least, about what I have to do, not about what happened. He's going to after everything's done, though," she said, giving the Doctor a glance. He ignored it. Rose sighed and turned to face the trio of zombies that were standing at the other end of the room. The Doctor's zombie had gotten rid, somehow, of the dinosaur and had come back inside to join his fellow undead, to help possess Rose's soul.

Jack walked over to join the Doctor on the bench he was sitting on.

"She'll be fine," he said quietly as Rose walked up to the zombies. The Doctor tore his gaze away from Rose to give Jack a glare full of contempt.

"No, she won't," he said. Jack watched as the Doctor turned back to watch Rose, surprised. Did the Doctor know something?

"Again, we're sorry," Rose's zombie said and Jack turned his attention back to Rose. The zombies reached out to Rose's head as one and grabbed it hard. Suddenly Rose was withering and screaming, obviously in unimaginable pain. Unable to watch, Jack looked away, shutting his eyes hard. The Doctor kept his eyes on her for as long as he could, but eventually ended up looking to the floor, biting his lip so hard he could taste blood.

Finally Rose stopped screaming. Both Jack and the Doctor looked back to her to see the zombies pulling their hands back. Rose was standing in front of them still, but now with a rigid back. Slowly, she turned to look at them, her eyes glazed over like before. The Doctor met her gaze, fighting the strong impulse to look away. It was done.

"We'll get to work," Jack's zombie said after a tense moment of silence and, with a crack, all four of them disappeared into the TARDIS.

With a shaky exhale, the Doctor looked back to the floor. Jack watched him for a moment, and then leaned back, sinking down in the bench.

"Well," he said. "Might as well get comfortable."

XxXxX

A few hours later and the only thing that had changed was the Doctor was now standing, pacing around the control panel. Jack was watching him, somewhat amused.

"Are you trying to wear a hole in the floor?" he asked finally. The Doctor stopped and glared at him.

"I can't help but be nervous! What's taking them so long?"

Jack shrugged. "Dunno. But we can't really do anything about it, can we?"

Suddenly the TARDIS gave a violent shudder and both of the men fell to the floor. The Doctor swore and stood up.

"Not again," he hissed under his breath as he ran to the door, Jack close behind him. The Doctor flung the door open and stopped, surprised to see no rotten teeth to greet him. His forehead creasing, he stepped outside, looking around.

"Where is it?" he whispered. Unexpectedly, the entire forest shook. Both the Doctor and Jack whirled around. Jack's jaw dropped and the Doctor grimaced.

"The bones of that were never found, were they?" Jack asked hoarsely, his eyes fixed on the enormous monster behind the TARDIS.

"Nope," the Doctor replied, looking to the open TARDIS door. Jack winced.

"Didn't think so."

"Right then," the Doctor said, his plan formulated. "You did a fine job distracting the dino last time."

"What?" Jack exclaimed, tearing his eyes away from the beast. But the Doctor was already running back to the TARDIS. "What are youdoing?" Jack yelled.

"Getting the zombies!" the Doctor yelled back. Jack frowned.

"How?"

The Doctor shrugged. "Dunno. But I'll find out!" and with that, he ran inside the TARDIS, leaving Jack with the gigantic dinosaur. Jack looked back up to the animal, cracking his knuckles.

"Right then. Bring it on."

A/N: I love reviewers and live for constructive criticism!