The Doctor and Jack had made their way back into the TARDIS. Jack had resumed his spot on the bench and the Doctor had gone back to pacing. Jack watched him, still amused by the whole banshee episode.

There was a loud and all-too familiar crack and the Rose zombie appeared directly in front of the Doctor. He stopped pacing and glared at her.

"What?" he demanded gruffly. She took a breath, not looking the Doctor in the eyes. He noticed and his eyes widened. He grabbed her torn shoulders and shook her.

"What?" he bellowed. She looked up, a sad note in her eyes.

"It's Rose," she said softly. Jack stood up suddenly and walked towards them. The Doctor stared at Rose's zombie, his hearts sinking deep into his stomach.

"What about her?" he hissed, fighting the urge to rip this corpse in his hands to shreds.

"She was absorbed into the TARDIS and transferred into energy," Rose's zombie whispered. The Doctor's mouth opened slightly in shock and his hands fell to his side. He stumbled back slightly, grabbing the control panel to keep himself from falling. Jack stormed up to the zombie.

"Can't you bring her back?" he demanded. The Rose zombie shook her head, sadly.

"I'm sorry," she whispered quietly. But then she looked up. "Though, she was enough energy to replace what was lost and re-seal the leak. The TARDIS will work again."

The Doctor looked up, his face hard and expressionless as stone. "You actually think I'll move the TARDIS with Rose…like that?" he asked incredulously. Rose-zombie's face hardened.

"You made a deal with us," she said. A corner of the Doctor's mouth twitched.

"My friend's dead. The deal's off," he declared and stormed out the room. Rose's zombie watched him, her lips pursed. Then she turned to glare at Jack.

"He promised."

Jack scoffed. "And you killed Rose. He has every right to cut off the deal." And then he walked off to follow the Doctor.

Rose's zombie watched his retreating back until she could no more and then turned back, scowling darkly. This was not going the way they had planned.

XxXxX

Despairingly, the Doctor rested his head on the door to his room. Rose was gone. Dead. Made into energy to make the TARDIS work. All right, so he would've done practically anything to fix the TARDIS himself, but Rose…. Misery wallowed up inside of him as he rested a hand of the wall, as if he could feel Rose's presence inside of it. He had allowed this to happen. If only he had just put his foot down and not let the zombies take over her soul…but then they wouldn't have gotten the TARDIS fixed. And Rose had agreed to do it. She had known the risks. All the same, the Doctor felt dreadfully responsible.

A small noise made the Doctor whirl around, ready to fight. But there was nothing in here, save himself. Something drew his gaze upwards. He frowned. There wasn't wallpaper on the ceiling! But a sheet of paper was peeling off…how was that possible? He reached up and tugged it off, and noticed there was writing on it. He smiled slightly as he recognized the handwriting the notes from the TARDIS always appeared in. But the smile disappeared as soon as he read the three-word note.

It's all lies.

What was all lies? A quiet knock at the door and the Doctor turned around to see Jack opening the door. He smiled briefly.

"Hey," he said. "You okay?"

The Doctor nodded, not even quite sure what the captain was talking about. His mind was on the TARDIS's note. He held it up for Jack to see. Jack frowned and walked forward, taking the note from the Doctor's hand.

"It's from the TARDIS," the Doctor explained as Jack read it. Jack's forehead creasing, he looked up.

"What's all lies?" he asked. The Doctor shook his head, but stopped suddenly as realization dawned on him.

"Rose," he said. "The zombies have been lying all along."

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