Rose has been disposed of! Aren't I evil? Mwhahahaha. I forget to mention before, this is set sometime after The Satan Pit and before Fear Her. As always, if you read this, do please review.
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Yay! The line thing is working again.
When the Doctor had been wondering how they were going to get out of the stone cell, he hadn't expected it to be when the walls melted away.
He instantly knew by the way his head felt as if someone had been playing football with it that he was being teleported. All he could do was hope that Susan was being teleported with him to the same place, and that Rose would be there.
The second a room started to materialise in front of him, he was up on his feet, demanding where Rose was. He still couldn't exactly see straight, or stand straight, or think straight, but he had to know where Rose was. He could hear them talking, but his head was still spinning too much to make out what they were saying. He shook it in an attempt to sort his mind out. It seemed to work. He could make out some figures in front of him. They looked humanoid, but he couldn't be sure yet.
"She isn't important."
The Doctor shouted out a few arguments to the contrary, while his vision slowly came back to him. The people in front of him all did look human, but he was sure they weren't human. They couldn't be.
He looked down at Susan who was lying next to him, holding her head. He took her hand and helped her up, and she stood behind him.
"Who are you?" he demanded. "And what have you done with Rose?"
"I said. She isn't important."
"Don't you dare say that!" he roared at the man in front of him.
"You really don't like people telling you she's not important, do you?"
The Doctor was silent. How did he…?
He shook his head. Coincidence.
"Where is Rose?" he asked again, slightly less demanding then last time. But he said nothing, and the Doctor could tell he wasn't going to tell him. So he went for a different approach.
He put his hands in his pockets, and walked casually, yet threateningly, up to the man closest to him who had been talking, who appeared to be the leader. He had short black hair and piercing eyes. The Doctor walked right up to him, inches away. The man was very tall, but so was the Doctor, just tall enough to look down at him. "So who are you?" he asked, sounding intimidating. But the man didn't flicker an eyelid.
"You know who we are, Doctor."
The Doctor was surprised, but tried not to show it.
"If I knew who you are, then I wouldn't be asking, would I?" The man didn't saying anything, so the Doctor carried on. "How do you know who I am?" A small smile flickered across the man's face.
"We know you, Doctor. We always have. Since before you existed."
The Doctor frowned. Now he was confused.
"What?"
"We have been watching you."
"Why me?" he asked. "Why am I so important?"
"You know. You always have known. The renegade Time Lord." The smile on his face widened ever so slightly. "The last Time Lord."
"Oh do your homework," he moved away quickly, and stood next to Susan. "I'm not the last Time Lord. Not anymore." The man smiled again, and started walking towards the Doctor.
"And why is that? Because of us. We gathered the energy and manipulated it to bring back someone you were close to. We can just as easily kill her again."
The Doctor's breath caught. They were right. If they did somehow make the time ripple, and he didn't know any other way it could have happened, then they could, logically, take her away again. But he couldn't let them see he was scared.
"So how did you do that?" he asked, walking towards him again, but not getting so close.
"You should know, Doctor."
"I probably should, but I don't." The man stood completely still, not moving. He was silent. He clearly wasn't going to tell the Doctor who they were. "What have you done with Rose?" he asked again.
"Always looking out for our little human friend, aren't we?"
"Where. Is. She." He said angrily.
"What are you going to do? Grab her hand and tell her to run?"
"Tell me!" He shouted, running straight up to the man. There was a tense pause, then he finally got a reply.
"We disposed of her."
It wasn't exactly the reply he wanted.
"What?"
"We disposed of her."
"What? What does that mean, 'we disposed of her?' What do you mean?" he shouted angrily. He started to walk backwards, but still menacingly close.
"She was not needed, so we disposed of her. She is not Time Lord."
The Doctor was about to shout again, but then it suddenly sank in. He was about to run forward but stopped, and lowered his arms. He looked at the men standing in front of him, realisation slowly dawning on him. "Oh," he said, stepping back. "You didn't need her, so you disposed of her," he paused, staring straight at the leader, who smiled just a bit more evilly, "you killed her."
