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Doesn't Remind me of Anything

Chapter Thirteen: Silhouette of Doom

'Where are we?' the Doctor asked, his voice filled with anger. Crevasse just ignored him unable to believe that he had just moved through time and space, he stood frozen in his place knowing what was outside the doors.

'You haven't' Stavishm whispered looking at Crevasse through his tormented eyes. Crevasse walked towards Stavishm until he stood directly in front of him

'The last time I left this place I was with you – I wish to return with you' Crevasse asked with the last ounce of emotion in him. Stavishm watched him for a moment then shook his head

'I cannot do that Crevasse – it was the past, you deal with it and you move on' he tried to comfort his long lost friend

'Move on? Move on?' Crevasse bellowed 'Tell me have you moved on or do you still see Glassine screaming as she lays in the floor, can you still hear her cries as she was brutally murdered? Or have you just moved on?'

Stavishm looked away his eyes clouded by emotion

'Do you even remember what your children looked like? Can you still picture their lifeless bodies scattered over the floor as their remains were scavenged among? Do you still feel the hate and fear or have you gone completely empty inside?' Crevasse asked him knowing what these memories were bringing up. Stavishms' head snapped up and he met Crevasses' eyes

'How could I forget? It's not I who's gone cold inside Crevasse, it's you. Can you remember what it felt like to cry as they murdered your wife and children? Can you remember crying with me as we were carted off to become a number in their lines of soldiers? Do you remember promising you would never change? Is this how you dealt with it, by murdering and hurting innocent people?' Stavishm asked bitterly.

'She deserved what was coming to her' Crevasse remarked as the Doctor started to stalk towards him

'You're as bad as them now' Stavishm quietly told him as the Doctor approached. The Doctor leant into his face,

'Don't you dare say she deserved it – don't you dare' the Doctor warned his voice dark and his eyes filled with anger.

'She did! For what her breed did to me – to us! They treated us a slaves; she deserves to feel pain – even if that pain is minuscule to what we have felt' Crevasse told him. The Doctor listened to what he was saying and his voice became grave

'I'm sorry for what they did to you – so sorry, but you can't take it out on Rose' the Doctor told him, then his voice became deadly serious

'Nor can you change history – what's done is done – you cannot change that'

Crevasse seemed to be listening to what he said then his eyes searched the Doctors – the Doctor saw they were hollow, empty eyes – totally emotionless.

'That's where you're wrong' Crevasse began slowly 'Because that what you do isn't it Doctor? You travel through time and space altering history; you treat it as a game – deciding who lives and who dies, well now it's my choice. I choose for my family to live, is that such a terrible thing to ask for?'

The Doctors eyes darkened once again as he said this – all compassion leaving his eyes

'We are not the same. Nothing like the same. I don't callously murder people in my quest for revenge'

Crevasse gave the Doctor a knowing glance that chilled his bones

'But you would if you could. You would kill everyone and everything to prevent the Time War from happening. Don't pretend that you think otherwise, I can see it in your eyes – the killer in you waiting to be set free. Don't think yourself that different from I Doctor, for we are the same'

The Doctor stepped back knowing the truth that lay beneath his words, he would do anything to save them…all of them. The Doctor took a deep breath in to steady himself and when he looked up Crevasse was gone. He turned around

'Where did he go?' he yelled at Stavishm who could only nod in the direction of the doors. The Doctor followed his gaze and saw the Tardis doors flapping in the wind of some unknown place in an unknown time. Crevasse had escaped.

The Doctor ran his fingers through his hair as he shouted to no one in particular

'Damn it! Damn it' he looked at the doors and he looked at Rose lying on the floor. He could only go after one of them. He knew if Crevasse completed his intended plan then the future would be changed, he also knew that it was likely Crevasse would try and save his family - creating a paradox. Despite this the Doctor knew that Rose needed him, he walked back over to her body where the blood was pooling around her staining her clothes. Her hair was matted and her skin was pale, sweat covered her brow and shivers ran through her body – into his soul. He gently stroked her hair knowing what he was going to have to do

'I'm sorry' he whispered

'So sorry – for this, for everything, for being such a terrible friend. I hope you can forgive me' he whispered to her body, he lent forward and softly pressed a small kiss to her pale tender lips. He stroked her cheek one last time then rose, glancing back at her he walked over to Stavishm

'You watch her – guard her – protect her with your life' he warned him as he collected his tools. Once he had everything he needed he pulled his jacket on, glancing back at Rose he felt the guilt and torment fly across his soul fuelling him more.

'See you soon' he whispered to Rose knowing she couldn't hear him – it wasn't a farewell – it was a promise. He stormed out of the Tardis doors as a determined man, his coat flew back behind him and in that moment Stavishm could understand why he was called the oncoming storm.

The Doctor stepped out into the barren landscape that was Crescent Chase, a cold bitter wind stung at his face and his long coat flapped in the wind blowing it behind him. The land was bare, scorched and abandoned – obviously plagued by war. Dark clouds hovered in the sky as smoke and mist settled through the dead trees and waste land. The Doctors eyes squinted to try and see through the mist that was cloaking everything, fumes mixed with the mist making a poisonous gas that attacked the Doctors nose and throat: he had to pull out a handkerchief and hold it over his mouth in an attempt to block out the fumes that stung his throat. It was useless, Crevasse had disappeared into the vast landscape and his movements were cloaked by the fog. The Doctor ran his hands through his hair as images of Rose flashed through his mind; he knew he had to find Crevasse – and fast – before he lost Rose forever. The Doctor look around him – to his left the horizon went on forever, the flat landscape faded into a swiftly appearing fog, he turned to his right where the silhouettes of mountains could be made out rising up far into the darkened clouds. The Doctor closed his eyes and begun to walk to the right – towards the mountains. He had no indications to tell him if he was travelling towards or away from Crevasse – all he had was his intuition – and this was something he had to rely on heavily in the past – he just hoped he could count on it again. So the Doctor began the long and lonely journey towards the mountainous landscape of Crescent Chase.

Meanwhile, inside the Tardis Stavishm had picked up various parts of ripped bandages and placed them around Rose in an attempt to stop the blood pool from increasing. Stavishm had warily walked into the wardrobe and searched the shelves for something he could use – anything that he could substitute as a bandage in an attempt to prolong Roses' quickly fading life. He'd searched through the shelves and found a white cotton shirt – it would have to do, whilst he was there he looked for something that could make her more comfortable. He picked up an old worn black leather jacket – Stavishm didn't know this but it had been the Doctors' – the old Doctors'. He took the clothes and went to sit at Roses side on the floor of the Tardis control room; he hadn't dared to move her. First, Stavishm set about the task of tearing up the cotton shirt into strips that he carefully place around her arm – tying tightly in an attempt to stem the blood flow. After he'd applied several layers he took about the task of making her more comfortable. He folded the leather jacket up into a square and carefully lifted her head to place the jacket underneath to cushion her. Stavishm stood and looked down at Rose, she lay on the floor looking so helpless, so lost and alone, it broke Stavishm's heart to see her like this. He sat on the floor beside her and held the hand of her uninjured arm, and then he began to tell her a story.

The Doctor had begun to climb the base of the mountain; the long abandoned footpath had become overgrown due to lack of use. The footpath was quickly becoming rocky and steep but the Doctor knew he was heading in the right direction. Due to the lack of use footprints and crushed brush were visible to the Doctors perceptive eyes – he was sure Crevasse had come this way – he just had no idea of where he was going of how far ahead of the Doctor he was. The Doctor wiped the sweat from him brow and continued his long and treacherous journey into the unknown wasteland.

'It was a long time ago' Stavishm began to tell Rose, 'So many years, so much pain' his voice was wrecked by the pain that he was remembering.

'You might not believe this, but we were happy one – Crevasse and I – we each had families and we ran our own little business. We lived peaceful, simple lives – but we were happy. We remained that way for many years – that was – of course – until Divad became the Emperor and then the problems begun'. Stavishm looked down at Rose; her chest was still rising and falling – only slowly and weakly. Stavishm closed his eyes to Roses pain and his own.

'The Vyborg race lived in harmony with the humans. We welcomed them to our home, lived with them, worked with them. Only some of us weren't happy- Vyborgs such as Divad. He began to form an army – an army to fight back with, an army to reclaim their land with – a non-voluntary army'. Stavishm began to drift back into his memories.

Stavishm and Crevasse walked into the house idly chatting, the kitchen was a burst with chaos as the children awakened. There were five children in total – three Stavishms' and two Crevasses', they were happy families. Both men entered the kitchen and each pressed a kiss to their wife's cheeks.

'Morning sweetheart' Stavishm whispered in Glassine's ear.

'Hey' she replied. They were blissfully happy since they had met ten years ago; they shared a home with Crevasse and his family as they led peaceful lives. Neither of the men were interested in war of fighting – that's why when the riots began they shrunk back living a quiet existence hoping to avoid trouble. The problem was the humans wanted rid of the Vyborgs and likewise, the Vyborgs wanted the humans to leave – a war was inevitable. That was exactly what happened: the war of the Vyborgs. Humans were slaughtered and their homes stolen as Vyborgs were forced into slavery – when an army was recruited to defend the Vyborgs the problems began. Those who didn't volunteer were forced into war: their families were murdered and they were taken to the Franken Hill Institute for transformation.

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon; Stavishm and Crevasse were at home with their families. The night before the humans had begun bombing the national monuments of the Vyborgs; these monuments were historical and precious to the Vyborgs. The Emperor decided the humans had gone too far – this was when Divad made becoming a solider mandatory. All those who hadn't volunteered were forced into the army – the humans knew about this and feared an army, so they did what they had to. They stole the rods used in prisons to control Vyborgs and ran riot over the planet killing families just for the sake of it.

The entire family was gathered around as Crevasse and Stavishm tried to decide what to do about the war situation – they were both against it but they had to decide- would they fight or would they hide: unfortunately the choice was made for them. There was a knock at the door and Glassine rose to answer it – this would be the biggest regret of her life. At the door a mob of angry humans stood – all armed and all prepared to do what they felt was necessary. They stormed the house and held back Crevasse and Stavishm forcing them to watch their loved ones die in front if them. Stavishm was helpless in the arms of the humans and could do nothing but watch – nothing but watch them cruelly and deliberately torture and murder. Stavishm's eyes met his wife's – it would be the last time he would ever see her alive.

He opened his eyes and looked down at Rose

'That was the last time I ever saw her – her eyes. She had the most beautiful eyes – the most beautiful haunting eyes'. Stavishm pulled his eyes away from Rose as he remembered Glassine's eyes.

'But the misery doesn't end there' he told her bitterly.

The humans had left, Crevasse and Stavishm remained in the house that was burning around them, the screams of their families echoed in their ears. They both sat on the floor amongst the parts of their families. There was nothing they could do but sob – sob for their loved ones, sob for the pain that tore at their souls and sob for the harsh reality that they had nothing left. They could have sat there for days, weeks or even months – time had no meaning to then now, but it did to someone else – it did to Divad. For Divad was still recruiting soldiers and next on his list was Crevasse and Stavishm. That same night the recruitment officers arrive and bundled them into the van leading them to Franken Hill – and from that moment on nothing had ever been the same.

'So you have to understand' Stavishm told Rose, his voice filled with the pain from his past, 'This is why we are here today – why Crevasse is doing what he's doing. But however much evil he commits and how many deaths take place I cannot ever hate him. He is my brother – the only thing in this universe that could possible understand what I'm going through – what I've been through'. Stavishm pressed his cold metal hand to Rose's soft cheek in an act of sorrow

'And for that I am truly sorry' he whispered to her body before he disappeared into his memories once again.

The Doctor knew he was nearing the top of the mountain, the air was becoming thinner and he was finding it harder to breath. He panted as he stopped to rest, he looked down and could only see clouds – he knew he had to be almost there. It was colder at the top of the mountains and fresh snow covered the tips, luckily for the Doctor Crevasse left footprints in the snow – footprints that could be easily followed. The Doctor pulled his coat around him and set of on his trail again – he could only hope he was following the right footsteps.

Several hours later the Doctor knew he was at the top of the mountains. There was a slope that lead down into a city, this city was filled with sky scrapers and factories – everything you would find in a city – except for the gaping holes in the buildings and the scorched brickwork of the factories. The war became more and more obvious as the Doctor made his way down the slope, empty grenade shells lay abandoned, propaganda posters covered the walls and blood flowed freely in the streets like a river. The Doctor skidded and ran down the steep hills as he approached the city, there was no one in the streets – the entire place looked abandoned. He swiftly and quietly began to navigate his way through the narrow streets as he looked for any signs of movement – anything that would lead him to Crevasse. He continued to walk through the city regularly changing his path to avoid blood pools and body parts, fires still tore through buildings and alarms continued to scream in warning.

The Doctor felt as though he had been walking for hours and it seemed as though the further he ventured into the city, the bigger it became. The Doctor wasn't one for giving up but this search was beginning to feel rather fruitless. The Doctor swirled around hoping to see something – and luckily he did. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure moving inside a doorway, the Doctor ran towards this figure with a sudden burst of energy. When he reached the doorway he saw Crevasse disappear through the door as it slammed shut behind him. He pulled out the Sonic Screwdriver and began working on the lock, soon it gave in and he quietly opened the door as he followed Crevasse's shadow along a darkened corridor. He heard a door slam and paused where he was, he quietly crept around the corner and approached the door, he got down onto his knees and tried to look through the key hole of the door. Inside he could see Crevasse walking around the room searching cabinets and draws – he was alone. The Doctor checked that no one was around then pulled out the Sonic Screwdriver and begun to work on the lock. The lock opened quickly and the Doctor rose to his feet, with one last sweeping glance of the corridor the Doctor opened the door and quietly stepped inside.

Crevasse turned the instant he heard the door close; he turned to the Doctor and prepared to pull out his guns. The Doctor shook his head and put his finger to his lips as they heard footsteps pass outside the door – they both froze. The shadows from beneath the door danced across the floor and both men watched them fearing an intruder. The Doctor eyed Crevasse warily but didn't move until he heard footsteps passing down the corridor. As soon as the footsteps had stopped the Doctor walked towards Crevasse effectively trapping him in the corner.

'So you found me then?' Crevasse remarked, the Doctor glared at him in return 'But can you stop me?' he taunted before his metal fist collided with the Doctors' face, the Doctor stepped back and raised his arms in order to protect himself. He knew it was pointless fighting back – firstly he didn't believe in it and secondly pummelling a metal object would only cause more damage to himself. The Doctor stepped back and begun to dodge Crevasses' fists, it wasn't easy because Crevasse had excellent aim – he was just grateful he hadn't decided to pull out his gun. The Doctor ended up being chased around the small room until eventually he'd had enough – he dived across the room and grabbed the nearest thing – a metal chair. He ran towards Crevasse and pinned him to the wall, the top of the chair was pushed under his neck so he was unable to move. Crevasse glared at the Doctor who was now leaning into his face – his eyes were dark and dangerous.

'You have caused enough damaged already – it stops here' he warned him. Crevasse glared at him then turned to the window – the blinds had fallen down during the fight and Crevasse was now smirking. The Doctor kept the chair in place and turned his head to follow his gaze. Divad was standing on a podium giving a speech; he kept punching his hand in the air in a brave and victorious manner. Crowds of humans and Vyborgs filled the hall all cheering with him, the Doctor turned back to Crevasse

'What's happening? Where are we?' he demanded to know. Crevasse still had a cold, heartless smile on his face and he turned to meet the Doctors gaze again.

'Don't tell me – something our brave and all knowing Doctor doesn't know?' Crevasse mocked him. The Doctor continued to stare at Crevasse in warning

'Tell me!' he demanded whilst pushing the chair harder. Crevasse grimaced but his sick smile didn't leave his face.

'I command you to tell me' the Doctor shouted at him. Crevasse seemed to smile for a moment

'You are unable to stop me – you are powerless to sit and watch' he coolly told him.

'Watch what?' he asked his voice dark

'Watch me change history' he informed him – his voice deadly. The Doctor held onto the chair with one hand and began to tug on his ear with the other.

'Now that brings us back to the initial problem' the doctor told him in a friendly manner – then his voice turned dark again 'I cannot allow you to do that!'

'Now that's where you are wrong' Crevasse told him before raising his fist.

'Oh, not all that again!' the Doctor moaned as he used his free hand to prevent Crevasses' fist from colliding with his face. The Doctor pulled the chair back and rammed It into Crevasses' torso denting the metal

'How dare you!' he bellowed as his arms helplessly flailed in the air. The Doctor grimaced as he ignored the pain shooting through his hand. Crevasse pushed the Doctor hard and he flew across the room colliding with the wall, as he tried to stand up he saw Crevasse release his gun and prepare to shoot. The Doctor skidded across the room preparing to avoid a bullet – then he realised that Crevasse wasn't aiming for him – he was preparing to shower bullets over a room of innocent creatures – and Divad. The Doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out the Sonic Screwdriver – he scrambled across the room towards the glass hoping to reach it before Crevasse did. He reached the glass seconds before Crevasse.

Rose could see the white light shining so brightly towards her, the sounds of humming filled the air and she longed to sleep. She wasn't awake and she wasn't asleep – she was just in-between – stuck in-between with a familiar humming sound.

Stavishm still sat beside Rose and watched her turn restlessly, her blood flow hadn't stopped and the sweat on her brow increased dramatically. There was nothing he could do but sit here and watch her, listening to the Tardis hum in the background.

The Doctor skidded to a halt in front of the window the Sonic Screwdriver poised ready in his hand. He pushed the button and the blue light lit up the glass as the device hummed – he was hoping to rearrange the molecular structure of the atoms contained within the glass to strengthen the bonds between them so the glass would become bullet proof…. if only he had enough time! The Doctor could feel his hand shaking as he frantically held down the button on the Sonic Screwdriver – the humming from the device was blocked out by the sound of gun fire echoing through out the room. The Doctor dove for cover and he was now lying on the floor – his uninjured hand reaching into the air still fixing the glass. Crevasse was walking towards him and the glass as he rained bullets down on the room – the Doctor could only hope and prey his plan worked.

Crevasse watched in horror as the bullets struck the glass but instead of shattering and committing mass murder they reverberated off the glass and were heading towards Crevasse.

'No!' he yelled as soon as he realised what was going to happen.

'I'm sorry' the Doctor apologised as he lay on the floor covering his head – he knew there was no other way and there was nothing else he could do. 'I'm so sorry' he told him as he watched the robot fall to the floor – a hundred bullets puncturing his body and becoming wedged within the metal of his heart and soul. Crevasse lay on his back – defeated. His hand reached up into the air as his eyelids flickered. As soon as the bullets had stopped falling the Doctor crawled over to his side, he looked down at the robot who had been so troubled for so long.

'Don't be' Crevasse told him. He frowned as he thought back on his life

'It's what I deserve – what I've waited for, for so long' he told the Doctor who was deep in thought.

'I thought you were waiting for your revenge?' he quietly asked. Crevasse nodded sadly

'I was but now I have something else… I can go back to them. Return to my family – become the Vyborg I once was' he told him as he welcomed death. The Doctor nodded in understanding

'I hope you find them' he told him sincerely. Crevasse reached out and took the Doctors hand

'Tell them I'm sorry – Stavishm – tell him… I'll always be waiting. And the girl… if she… if she-' he began but the Doctor cut him off

'She won't' he promised them both. Crevasse looked up at him his apology spoken in his eyes – then he was gone – dead. The Doctor sat there for a moment looking at his enemy deciding what to do –it was over – all of it. He could heal Rose, return to the Tardis and take her so many places. That was his life really, helping, fighting, loving, he knew it could be tough and he knew it could be hard but he wouldn't swap it for the world.

He slowly got to his feet and let his hand hang loosely by his side – it was his injured hand but he just ignored the pain that ran through it for he knew it was nothing compared to the pain Rose must be feeling. He carefully opened the door and snuck his way out of the building making sure he wasn't to be seen – managed to escape the building carrying Crevasses' body before anyone had time to respond to the gunshots. He would carry Crevasses' body to the Tardis and take it and Stavishm to wherever he wished for that was the kind of man the Doctor was. He was forgiving, understanding, he was compassionate and he knew that what Stavishm needed more than anything in the world right now was his brother. Because of that one small fact he would carry the body back over the mountains, through the fog, across the brush for the Vyborg who had meant so much to Crevasse and his Rose.

Several hours later when the suns were setting into the mountains and the moon came out in an attempt to lighten the dark nights sky the Doctor arrived at the Tardis. The blue box stood out in the middle of the barren landscape looking more out of place than ever. A small smile passed over the Doctors' lips has he saw his home – the once place in the world he felt that he belonged in. He slowly trekked towards the door and opened it; Stavishm looked up at him instantly and met his eyes. He knew what had happened he saw the Doctor try to give him that comforting smile – Stavishm just nodded. The Doctor walked up to Stavishm and carefully place the body on the floor of the consol room, he put his hand on Stavishms' shoulder searching for the words to saw but Stavishm just nodded.

'Thank you' he told the Doctor 'Thank you for bringing him back'

The Doctor nodded

'I'll take you anywhere – you and Crevasse – anywhere in the universe' Stavishm smiled at him before sitting down next to Crevasse. The Doctor turned away from the Vyborgs and looked at Rose – she was still just lying on the floor but now had a blanket covering her, makeshift bandages on her arm and his old coat under her head. The Doctor smiled at that – she had always loved his coat, cuddling up to him in it, sleeping under it when she as cold, wearing it after he regenerated so she could be reminded of the old him.

'How's she been?' the Doctor asked as he came to sit next to her. Her breathing was weak and irregular; he could feel her pulse slowing and her cheeks were as pale as any corpse.

'Oh Rose' he whispered as he stroked a piece of hair between his thumb and finger.

'She's been getting worse' Stavishm sadly told him 'But I tried to make her comfortable' he began.

'I can see – thank you' he sincerely told him.

'So where do you want to go?' he asked Stavishm trying to take his mind off Roses' condition. Stavishm stopped to think

'Could you take me to Crescent Chase present day?' he asked. The Doctor studied his eyes and nodded slowly.

'We'll head of straight away – there's just a pit stop I need to make first' he told him. He stroked Roses' cheek one last time before standing up and walking towards the control panel

'Where?' Stavishm asked. The Doctors eyes were filled with emotion, his face locked in despair

'The hospital' the Doctor quietly told him. He had no other choice, all his supplies had been destroyed and he wouldn't let Rose die – she needed serious help and that's what he was going to get her.

Stavishm nodded in agreement

'You can drop me off on the way – I can't stay' he told the Doctor. The Doctor nodded gravely as he felt Roses' forehead. Stavishms' had disappeared into one of the Tardis' many rooms whilst the Doctor set the co-ordinates for Crescent Chase 2006, the Doctor held on as the familiar wail of the Tardis filled the air as the ship hurtled through time and space. The ship stopped rocking as it came to a stop in another time and place. Stavishm walked up to the Doctor

'Thank you' he said whilst the Doctor smiled, 'Thank you for showing me how to be a good Vyborg – a real Vyborg – how to care and forgive. Thank for brining the body back as well' he said whilst gesturing at Crevasse. The Doctor nodded and smile, Stavishm sighed whilst looking at Crevasse

'At least he's at peace now' he finally said. He turned back to the Doctor and smiled – he returned his grin.

'I hope to see you again one day – not too soon if that's alright' he said with a smile. He looked at Crevasse and his voice turned serious

'Make sure he's happy' he said. Stavishm nodded and handed him a piece of paper

'Will you give this to Rose if she wakes up?' Stavishm quietly asked

'When she wakes up' the Doctor corrected before nodded. 'Aren't you going to say goodbye?' he asked. Stavishm winced and looked at his feet

'No – it's easier this way… please?' he asked. The Doctor studied him for a moment then slowly nodded

'Of course'. Stavishm nodded at his then walked over to where Rose lay, he gentle caressed her cheek with his metal hand

'Thank you my angel – I'll see you soon' he promised

'Goodbye' he whispered as he moved to pick up Crevasses' body. He looked at the Doctor one last time and smiled – then together the brothers left.


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