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Deafening Silence

In his head, Adam's knife seemed to press harder into her vulnerable, pale, perfect flesh. The Doctor stood staring at Rose's helpless form. He had to do this; he needed to wipe her pain away, to prevent it from happening. He couldn't live with himself if he had let her go through this. He had to reverse it. Even if it meant the possible collapse of the universe, he would do it for Rose. The Doctor's gaze burnt into Adam's cool steely exterior and Adam's hand trembled. He was just a boy, barely Rose's age, and he was a killer. The Doctor wouldn't wish that on anyone; to know what it was like to kill. His back straightened and he didn't flinch at Adam's study f him. "I don't have a choice. This is the only way."

Adam nodded sharply. "It has to be like this."

The Doctor realised Adam was a boy hardened by the stench of death, running through his own veins. A virus the Doctor himself had started in his system. The Doctor found that his voice turned monotonous, "keep an eye on the transfusion; I need to put in the co-ordinates. What was the date they took you?"

Adam still studied him; signs of bluff didn't register into Adam's receptors, "May. 28th May 2011." The Doctor just walked out; leaving a killer he had created to watch over the woman he loved.

Everybody's talking
But they don't say a thing
They look at me with sad eyes
But I don't want the sympathy
Its cool you didn't want me
Sometimes you can't go back

The steps he it took to take him to the control room echoed in his ears. Time seemed to slow and his senses froze. He was about to change something that perhaps he shouldn't do but he had to do it. There wasn't any other way around it. He knew Rose wouldn't be strong enough to hold on. Even if she recovered physically…it just wouldn't be enough. She was strong, his Rose, but no-one could bear that sort of pain. The deep rooted pain he knew she'd be in day after day, night after night. It was too much even for him to think about. God only knows what Rose would have to go through and he simply couldn't let her suffer like that, it'd eat and eat at his core until it exploded. No. He knew what had to be done, he just resented the fact it was his job to do it. Time Lords apparently don't get perks of the job. His head slowly shifted up and he set in Adam's co-ordinates. The TARDIS console beeped desperately at him as the co-ordinates were recognised. "Yes I know, but it's the only way to do this, old girl." A message flashed again on the screen.

You want to do this? You know what the repercussions are, Theta.

"Yes, I know. But I can't let it happen."

She might pull through, yet, where is your faith in her?

"I have faith! No-one could survive that!"

You underestimate her. She could work through this.

"How would you know that? She's not strong enough to support herself!"

But she has your support. Why won't you let her prove herself?

Have you ever been low?
Have you ever had a friend that let you down so?
When the truth came out
Were you the last to know?
Were you left out in the cold?
What you did was low

His stance wavered and he held onto a beam. "I…I can't…"

You just want an easy way out. You don't want to fight for her, save her from the darkness. You want to wipe it all away and pretend it never happened.

His voice lost its rationality, he exploded at his beloved machine, "What's wrong with that! Yeah, I wanna wipe it all away! Tell me what's so bloody messed up with that?"

It's wrong because you know it is. She will pull through. I can see it in her. The need to survive, the wanting in her soul is all I can feel. She needs to be with you again. You just can't see it.

"She's only human. It won't be enough for her to pull through. Now, please would you do as I ask? Take me there so I can do my job."

It won't just fade away…you'll remember it. You won't be affected by the change.

"I know. But she's more important than me…"

Yes but I can't land there easily. It's a massive risk.

"I have to take that risk. I'm sorry. Just do it, please." No messages accompanied the groaning whining engines but he knew the TARDIS was still protesting. The floor began to shake wildly, the column scraping the sides and sparks flying everywhere, burning the Doctor's hand. Payback, he supposed. The shudders turned violent and the floor lurched beneath his feet, he felt the tremors in his head, the TARDIS still going against it, against him. He heard swearing loudly coming from a door behind him but he ignored Adam's own complaints and settled for turning knobs, flicking switches frantically, trying to get her stable. The TARDIS lurched again.

I walk out of this darkness
With no sense of regret
And I go with a clear conscience
We both know that you can't say that
Here's to show
For all the time I loved you so…

The Doctor rushed around frantically, pushing down levers, anything to get her stable, but nothing worked. The floor grew shakier and he tripped, hitting his own head on the edge of the console. He shook the pain from his head and set about the control again, trying combination after combination of levers, switches and knobs. It made her worse. The TARDIS lurched more violently and he heard sickening cracking and crashing sounds coming from somewhere deep in the depths of his machine. Adam's yells filled his ears but he ignored them, Adam didn't matter to him. He only had two cares in this world and his TARDIS needed him.

The Doctor slipped again as the shakes intensified, slamming his whole body onto the rough grated surface. He stood up carefully as the tremors died down now, cursing to himself and studying his throbbing hands. Little cuts had seeped blood through his skin, causing his own blood to merge into his palms. He stared at them as the ancient groans levelled out. The angry scarlet blood pulsed and pushed through the tiny gaps, filling his cupped hands slowly. Running back to the Med Bay, he rubbed his hands together, the blood spreading across both of them, like hand paint in the violent colour red of his blood. He pushed open the door with his elbows. His breathing became laboured and it had nothing to do with his hands.

All the blood and anger and hatred inside of him were pushed deep back into his mind as he heard the sudden furious beeps of her heart monitor. Then everything went silent.

When the truth came out
Were you the last to know?
Were you left out in the cold?
What you did was low
Have you ever been low?
Have you ever had a friend that let you down so?
Coz what you did was low

A/N DUN DUN DUN! (okay that was naf) Sorry bout the cliffhanger :) I promiseI'll update soon!