Okay, chapter 3: Doctor POV, from Bad Wolf when Rose gets zapped. Contains spoilers, obviously. Please review.
They'd burst in to save her, gone through so much to open those doors and keep Rose with them. They'd been so close, just a few more precious seconds and she would have been safe in his arms. Only a few more steps…but the Ann-droid would grudge her even that. Jack exploded, went mad with fear and grief and anger, they all had to die for this, the most grievous crime ever committed.
And he was numb. Rose was a heap of grey dust on the floor, shaped and patterned with his fingers; the most pliable she'd ever been, that fiery defiant little soul who laughed in a robot's face. This matter on the ground wasn't his Rose at all. His Rose could never be moulded; Rose wouldn't let anyone, not even him, just put out their hand and trace swirls and patterns in her soul; his Rose would never submit to just not being. His Rose was gone. They'd taken his Rose, taken her soul away and made the shell succumb to their fire. His Rose was gone.
People yelled in his face, grabbed his arm, were struck down before him by the shock of life departing, but he didn't see, or hear, or feel. Just crouched on the floor, magnetised as always by her, tracing futile grey patterns in the powder.
They grabbed him at last, and dragged his flesh away. Flesh. As if it mattered. His mind, his soul still kneeled in front of a pitiful pile of ashes, making patterns and trying to get a sense of what they had once held.
No one saw his body leaving, or they might have seen his eyes. And no one would have seen his eyes for long enough to look past the emotionless glaze he'd hardened over them; see the immense ocean of pain below, the kind of pain you only get from knowing that starting from now, everything is inevitable.
