Dedicated to Cara, muse and title bearer. (anyone who reads this will you please review this chapter? Pretty please?)

Bright Angel

Fear was becoming familiar to him now. The fear and anger and betrayal he felt as he saw her body lying on the floor was too real. It felt wrong to see her like that. He froze and fell to his knees beside her, threading his fingers through her own, clinging onto her for dear life. The irony stung at him, a thorn in his side. The bag had split and blood was seeping near her head and it glistened, rippling along the floor to the Doctor's fallen knees. His hand became tighter in hers and pain rippled through him, a physical pain unnoticed by him. Pain didn't matter anymore, how could anything matter? As he released her hand slowly, he saw her palm reddened with his own blood. His thumb caressed her cheek and his own bloody mark was left there. He was leaving a trail, sharing the blood and death with her, for the Doctor was already dead.

Gingerly, he fingered the small gap in her arm where precious blood had been given back to her. She wasn't scarred anymore, she wasn't in pain; something he could be glad of, at least. It didn't help him much. He pressed his whole hand into the tiny pinprick, wishing, hoping, praying for a pulse. Nothing came. He hand throbbed now as his angry damaged blood seeped out again, onto Rose's skin. His head lay on her chest and he felt the more hurtful hollow feeling enter his body.

Hearts are worn in these dark ages
You're not alone in this story's pages
Night has fallen amongst the living and the dying
And I try to hold it in, yeah I try to hold it in

His hand loosened its grip on her arm but never left her. Thud. The Doctor's head snapped up and he placed his bloody hands on her chest. Thud. The Doctor nearly exploded with joy! A pulse, she had a pulse. Weak and thready but it was a pulse. A heartbeat! Such a wonderful sound! A miracle of touch. But it was feeble, clinging onto mere hope. He looked at Rose's arm and saw his bloody handprint on her white skin. Maybe, just maybe. Did he dare to wish? Did he dare to hope? Did Rose dare to dream? With two hands on her head, he entered her mind.

His whole body convulsed and it felt as if he was being jerked forwards. Opening eyes he didn't know he'd closed. He saw a bright green field, clear blue sky. And a girl, a girl dressed in white, shimmering satins, silks and lace that whipped around her body without a breeze. Her brown hair hung long around her slim face and her delicate features split into an ethereal smile as she saw him. Her voice was calm and it sang to him, a beautiful, wishing song. When she spoke, all his nerves stood on end, "Hello. Nice to see you've finally made it then."

He looked around, confused, "I'm sorry but who are you. Do you know me?"

"Oh, I should say so." A playful grin danced across her face. He recognized the glint in her eyes. Still his eyes searched around the green meadow.

I watch the heavens and I find a calling
Something I can do to change this moment
Stay close to me while the sky is falling
Don't wanna be left alone, don't wanna be alone

"Where's Rose?"

Her grin faded rapidly and she walked up to him, slowly, almost gliding. "Rose isn't here. Rose is somewhere else. The woman you love is nowhere near here."

"Who are you?"

Her silvery glowing eyes locked onto his, "My name is Cara. My name has always been Cara; it's what Rose has given to me as a gift."

"Okay then, next question; what are you?"

"Oh. You don't know, then?"

"Obviously not, so tell me."

Her head cocked to one side, "I'm her Bright Angel."

Denial flooded him and he stepped back from the glowing woman, "You can't be. Bright Angels are a myth."

Mock accused, she stood back, "Hey, I'm not an alien or a mutant or anything wrong. I'm her hope. I'm Rose's hope, bottled up in one neat little package!" Her smile grew as he realised.

"You're what she feels then? You're what gives her hope. But she should be here. Where is Rose?"

Her features hardened and she looked up into the blue sky. "Rose is in the dark place, the place of loneliness and fear and depravity and death." The blue sky turned black at her words. "She was sent there by the one who hurt her, gave her shame and made her want death to claim her."

"Adam." He muttered.

Her head snapped to meet his "That name makes the darkness consume her! That name gives her fear! That name will not let her forget, won't let her move on!" He head snapped again to the sky, "I am the only thing she has left, I'm built of the one thing she clings on to and he is wiping it away!"

"Hope." He muttered again.

He expected her head to snap again but she kept staring at the blackened sky, "No, her hope has nearly gone. I'm built on one thing he cannot destroy."

"What's that?"

"Love." She said simply.

Hearts break, hearts mend
Love still hurts
Visions clash, planes crash
Still there's talk of
Saving souls, still the cold
Is closing in on us

"You know, don't you?" He said to her, "you know how she survived."

She looked at him, sadly, "Yes. I know." The sky returned to bright blue as she sighed and stared at him, "Your blood saved her." He stared at his bloody palms, "You shed blood because you wanted to save her. Blood given in love. The regenerative properties helped her body. It took away her injuries."

He shook his head at Cara, "But that's not possible."

She waved a hand at him, "Anything's possible. She already knows your DNA from the vortex, so it helped her body accept the changes." Her grey eyes on his were judging, "But there is more, so much more needed to help her. Your blood, it healed her body…" she trailed off.

His own head snapped towards the sky now, knowing, "But not her mind."

She nodded solemnly, "It will take a lot more than Time Lord blood to help her heal. She will suffer and you will take revenge."

He looked at the ethereal girl. She looked no more than fifteen, like Rose. So young, so fresh and vibrant. Rose's hope and love was being sucked in by the darkness. Darkness created by hate and pain and fear from one man. So much pain Adam had created. The Doctor shook his head at her, "No, she won't suffer. I won't let her suffer."

He gazed at the bright blue neon sky, so Rose in the brightness. He muttered to the green grass at his feet, bloody hands clenched into fists again. "But I will get revenge."

We part the veil on our killer sun
Stray from the straight line on this short run
The more we take, the less we become
A fortune of one that means less for some

A/N even I didn't see this coming and I'm writing the thing LOL. Updating soon...