My first fic! Ever! To celebrate breaking the eighty review and twenty chapter mark, I've got a challenge here for you, there's a quote in here from my second favourite T.V series. Tell me the quote and the show and the winner gets the next chapter dedicated to them! Bonus points and TARDIS biscuits for guessing who said the quote on the other programme. I wanted something to perk this chapter up because it's not really action packed, so I set a challenge in here for fun. Review and tell me what you think of my writing, please. Love doctor and rose forever xxx
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A Burn From Disgust
Warmth spread on his body, emanating from a source that gripped his shoulder loosely but securely. The knot of warmth travelled over his dark mind and swept over the bitter cold the Doctor felt grip his soul. He didn't turn simply because he already knew who it was. Still he stared at the scene in front of him, his every fibre breaking with everything at once. Overload of sympathy, pain, anger, hatred, pulsing burning rage that took him over. Guilt. Oh, so much guilt it made his muscles ach and his eyes prick with tears of self loathing. God, how could he have let this happen? He let go, right under his nose and then let her be tortured, hunted like a wild animal. The warmth tried to break down the ice of his core but it didn't relent. His rage built and his fingers twitched as the muscles pumped battery acid around him. So much self-hatred, so much guilt that it was burning him from the inside out. A small, sympathetic voice called out to him. The voice he expected to call him. "Doctor, you can't watch anymore."
He snapped but his body was unflinching. "Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Cara."
He heard her sigh in exasperation. He didn't care. "You can't see this," she said harsher than before, "It's what he wants. I know you want to see what happened but you can't. I can't risk you destroying yourself. This is eating you up inside. I know you're scared…"
He cut her off, "Scared?" He looked at her face finally. Broken as Rose. "Scared? I'm terrified."
Wrapped inside a twisted world
I can't decide what is even real anymore
As though I ever knew
Tangled in these silhouettes
Floating face down in a river of regrets
And thoughts of you
Cara's silver eyes closed and looked down. She was burnt just by the direct passage she could see to his soul. The pain and guilt, it overwhelmed her, sent her knees trembling. "Then why do you wish to view more of this?"
"I don't wish to view anything." He sighed and looked down at his left palm. He traced a path of blood down to the centre and re-traced it back to the edge of his hand. He looked blank and hollow. "I wish to take it all away."
"I know. But she needs you on the outside to help her get through these memories, not on the inside where you can study them and swim in your own self contempt."
The scene before him suddenly went blank, turning to a white room with bloody hand prints lining the walls, smudged from grips that never gripped quite hard enough. Holds that never held on long enough. Each one told a story he didn't want to know. The prints almost screamed with pain gone by.
He ran his hands through his hair, creating valleys with sweat, "I have to go back and face him, don't I? I have to hear him out."
She nodded slowly, "It's the only way to understand him."
"And when I understand him, I can destroy him." The Doctor's face hardened with renewed determination.
You believed she'd never leave
Rosy cheeked and oh so young
And full of flame
Here in this bed of emptiness
Button by button I come undone
And only twenty-one
He turned on his heels around the room as it turned back to a faded blue sky and lush green fields. "Cara? How did you get back?"
She smiled in pride at him, "Why ask the question when you already know?"
He grinned right back at her, "Maybe I just need confirmation."
"Which is Doctor-speak for 'I want my ego rubbed'." She laughed at the puppy-dog look on his face. "Yes, Doctor. It was because of you that Rose's hope returned. You and Captain Jack, of course."
"Oh, yeah, yeah…of course." They both smiled sadly at each other. Softly, the Doctor heard a melodic rhythm enter the space. The noise grew until he heard the words being sung in a way only one thing could sing them.
Night time is coming awfully early
I don't even see the moon
Bedtime always makes me thirsty
Night has come too soon
But I know that little ones get tired
And need to rest their eyes
And so be still and settle down beside me
While we sing our lullabies
All the world's asleep, in this forest deep
Snuggled up with those they love
Until the sun comes up
All the world's asleep, in this forest deep
Sleepy eyes are closing tight
As we sing goodnight.
"It can't be. I know that song, Doctor. I've heard this voice, this tune before. So long ago, now."
He looked at Cara as the sound drifted without words. Suddenly he remembered. "Rose said something. After the Gamestation, after Bad Wolf…"
"It's like there was this singing."
Gone like the broken words at your feet
You're gone in the venom lips that kiss me sweetly
Gone like a frightened bird into the sky
Won't you take everything I ever had
And leave me to die as I cry
The Doctor gasped audibly as he realised and remembered the words that Rose had said to him. "It's the TARDIS. She's singing again. Why would she do that?"
"Well, why did she do it last time?"
"I don't…" Cara looked at him pointedly "To save me. She wants to get me out of here, doesn't she?"
She looked annoyed now. He could almost see smoke billowing from her ears. "Yes and I would highly recommend that you do as she asks before she evicts you forcibly."
He backed away in mock- hurt. "Okay, I'm going, I'm going. Nice way to make a man feel unwanted." He closed his eyes and delved deep back into his own mind. He felt his body jerk forward and dizziness overcome him as he opened his eyes to see Jack staring at him with a murderous look on his face. "Erm, hi Jack. Good to see you again."
"Don't you 'hi Jack' me! What happened? Where were you!" Jack sat up from his crouching position over Rose, speaking into her ear. The Doctor looked at Rose, sleeping soundly underneath pale blue covers. She looked ethereal, her hair forming a golden halo above her head and the passive face glowing beautifully. "I went inside her head. Found what I was looking for. I've got an idea."
Jack's stance seemed to lessen in tightness. "What do we do?"
"We do nothing. I go and talk to Adam."
He looked the Doctor up and down, deciding a battle was futile. "D'you know something, Doctor?" Jack breathed in deep. "I like my plan better. Get up, get out, get drunk; repeat as needed. It's just more elegant." The Doctor laughed at an oblivious Jack. "What?"
Holy tears
They linger on
Holding you
My love forever gone.
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A/N: I just figured out that I've been watching Fight Club a lot recently, so maybe the morbidity is rubbing off on me. Have I gone 'Fight Club?'