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Trouble at Torchwood
Chapter Five
Jack didn't know what scared him more, the screams that echoed out of the room or the deadly silence that followed them. Jackie had heard the screams as well – the screams that reminded her off Rose lying in her bed in the middle of the night having nightmares. She came running down the corridor having discarded of her mop and bucket.
'Did you hear them?' she panted out at Jack who had his ear pressed to the door. He nodded in return, his eyes grave.
'That was Rose – I'd know that scream anywhere' she told him panicked – it was the scream that haunted her nightmares.
'I've been trying to open the door but it won't budge!' Jack exclaimed in his American drawl. Jackie began to hysterically pound on the door
'My daughter's in there!' she screamed
'I know' Jack gravely replied as he shouted into his watch
'Override door C – override instantly! Emergency!' he commanded
'We're on to it sir' someone barked back through the consol.
Inside the room the doorway was still open and a freezing chill of wind was blasting through the corridor into the room. Teriana stood huddled against the wall just watching the Doctor.
The Doctor sat on the floor with Roses' body still in his lap, he held her close to him as though he were praying she wasn't dead – that maybe she was just sleeping. The chills that hung in the air clawed at his soul but nothing could chill him more than watching the pain in Roses' eyes as she died. His jacket and coat still wrapped her body – his final attempt to warm her soul – but it had been tainted, by the monster within. The Doctors' voice was now hoarse from crying, his eye burning with tears and anger, his soul bleeding for the girl he couldn't save; his mind tortured by knowing on some level her death was his fault.
The Doctor slowly stood up – he felt as though he had been sitting there for hours, and he didn't care – all that mattered was Rose. He wiped his face on the back of his sleeve and carefully bent down to pick up Roses' body. She lay limp in his arms, her arms and legs hanging down and her head lifelessly lolling to one side. Her head rolled against his chest and he looked down to see her dead eyes open. Their vacant stare carried on as though she was trying to analyse everything around her – but she would never know what had happened to her. Her golden hair crowned her head as a halo – she looked so angelic, so innocent, even dead she was the most beautiful woman the Doctor had ever seen. Using his thumb he carefully closed her eyelids looking into her beautiful hazel eyes on last time – eyes he could lose himself in for hours – eyes he would never see again. The Doctor closed his eyes trying to block the pain that he felt, he could feel her soft skin pressed against his, skin that was becoming so quickly cold – so quickly dead. Dead – it was that single word that got to him – crawled under his skin digging away at his mind, his Rose was dead.
He didn't even know what dead meant – did it mean taking the wrong life? Murdering an innocent child? Torturing and murdering for you own purpose? Did it mean to use someone so sweet and innocent just to scare someone? Was it the ending of a life or the ending of a thousand lights? Was it the brightest light to have ever shinned being put out? Did it mean she had left this body and moved on to a better place? Did it mean he would never see her again and her face would become a memory – a blur in time and space? Did it mean she would become merely a dot in the existence of the world just like everybody else? Did it mean she was no longer special?
The Doctor couldn't answer these questions – all he knew was that she would always remain special – she was the most spectacularly wonderful human he had ever met – she was fantastic. But now she was gone, and he was alone once again, alone with only his memories for company, his memories to haunt him, his memories to drive him insane.
The Doctor swallowed the sobs that were aching to escape his soul – he couldn't do this here, not in front of her.
Teriana saw the Doctor stand and prepare to move, she walked up to him and put her hand on his shoulder
'Where are you going?' she asked. He turned swiftly his eyes dark and dangerous showing the obvious storm that was riding through his soul.
'Stay the hell away from me' he spat out at her, his hatred being heard on each word. She jumped back as he threw her hand off his shoulder
'Where are you going?' Teriana asked more briskly. The Doctor paused – he didn't know where to go. He knew he had to take Roses' body back to the Tardis, lay her down into her bed one final time, take that last trip back to the Powell estate – her last trip in the Tardis. He knew he needed her body to be safe – he had already watched her mind being destroyed that day and he most defiantly didn't need to see it happen to her body as well. He also knew he couldn't let Rose die in vain – the thing behind that door had ultimately killed her and he had to avenge her. But would he take Rose with him? Carry her body into the hell that she had so desperately tried to avoid, or leave it in the doorway like some worthless garbage?
'Leave her' Teriana called out. The Doctor just shook his head – he couldn't leave her, not now, not ever.
Jack and Jackie had been pounding on the door for what felt like forever – they were sure that whatever was happening on the other side wasn't good and that they couldn't hear them.
'It's useless!' an exasperated Jackie moaned wiping the sweat from her forehead
'I'm not giving up' Jack promised her
'Neither am I' Jackie agreed. They both stepped back away from the door when the clanking sound of metal grinding on metal filled the air; they turned to look at each other.
'Doors opening boss!' a voice called out of the watch. Jack stepped in front of Jackie prepared to protect her from whatever lay within the room – but nothing in the world could of prepared her for what she would see next. The doors slowly opened to reveal Teriana leaning against a wall whilst the Doctor stood in the centre of the room clutching Roses' limp body, tears staining his face and his jackets protecting her. Jackie knew what had happened the moment she saw them – she saw it in his eyes
'No!' she screamed as her hands went to her mouth, she ran to her only daughter preying she was wrong. Only she wasn't wrong – this was the truth everyone had to face, the truth everyone had been dreading for so long – Rose was dead.
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