Aww, the Doctor's all sad about Rose. Poor him. Or is he? Looks suspicious Yea, course he is. Right, on with the story!
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"She is not dead."
The Doctor looked up suddenly, so hopeful.
"What?" he whispered.
"Yet."
He frowned. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off.
"She is disposed of. She will be dead soon."
The Doctor suddenly launched himself forward.
"Don't you dare hurt her!" he roared, ready to attack the man in front of him if needs be. "What have you done with her?"
"She is in the incinerator." The man was so calm it was creepy. "She will be dead soon."
"No!" The Doctor shouted, then suddenly grabbed the man by the scruff of the neck, "release her now," he said in a low growl, dark as hell.
"You cannot save her. She will die."
The Doctor lifted him off his feet, but the man remained calm.
"If you dare hurt her, you will have made me your enemy, and believe me you don't want me as your enemy. Now release her, or I will make you wish you had never been born."
"And what will you do, Doctor? Kill us all? What will that achieve? It won't get her back."
"I won't let you kill her."
"You can't stop us."
The Doctor was about to talk again, but was cut off as the man suddenly raised his head and stared upwards, mouth open, eyes wide. The Doctor instantly dropped him, and looked around at the others. They were all doing the same thing.
"Wha…"
"She has the power."
The Doctor stared at him as if he was mad.
"What? What power? What are you talking about?" The man looked at him suddenly, and smiled slightly.
"She will be needed."
"So… you won't kill her?"
"No."
"Oh good," the Doctor walked back away from him, satisfied for now. "So what are you going to do with her?"
"Her power will be extracted for us. Then she will be killed."
The Doctor rolled his eyes.
"What power?" he demanded. He honestly had no idea what they were talking about. "Come on, I think it's about time you gave me some answers. I don't even know your name!"
"My name is Tyhedra."
The Doctor blinked.
"Tyhedra?"
"Yes."
"No. No. That…" he ran up to him, then away again, and turned to face him, running his hand through his hair in the process. "That's impossible." The man simply smiled that small, evil smile. "Tyhedra…" the Doctor muttered, shaking his head. "That's why I recognised the ship. Because you're…" he looked up at him again, frowning more than he'd ever frowned before. "But that's not possible. You don't exist!"
"We're standing right in front of you. How can you say we don't exist?"
The Doctor was stuck on that one.
"But you don't. You're just a legend, a fable… part of Time Lord mythology… you're not real…"
"Just as Jack thought the Time War wasn't real."
The Doctor stared.
"What? How do you do that?"
"I said, we've been watching you. All your life. Watching, and waiting. We've always been there. Always."
Now the Doctor was starting to get scared. He couldn't exactly argue with them, how else would they have known about Jack or anything else they knew about him? But if they had been watching them, then they knew everything about him. Which wasn't good.
"But why me?"
"We told you. We always knew you would be the last Time Lord. It has always been your destiny."
The Doctor was silent. He had never believed in destiny, it just wasn't the way the universe worked. It was a bit like the devil saying it was from before time. It didn't fit in his rules.
"But there's no such thing as destiny, or fate, it doesn't work that way."
"Oh, but it does." And now the man started to walk forwards. And it was terrifying. "It has always been your destiny. You said so yourself, Doctor: you are the stuff of legends. And what do the legends say? The wanderer, the man without a home. The Lonely God." He stopped, standing just in front of the Doctor. "And we are your destiny. And hers. That little Earth girl, from so long ago. Who would have thought she had such a destiny?" he took another step forward, his face now inches from the Doctor's. "Because of you, Doctor, she has the destiny she has. You have the power to change the course of time, to change fate. A gift unique to few other species. But you cannot change your own fate. And by taking her with you, you have intertwined her fate with yours." He smiled, the look of victory in his eyes. "You will give us the power we have always needed." He moved his face closer, so close they could feel each other's breath. "And you will both die here."
And the Doctor went mad.
He launched his fist straight at the man's face, and sent him flying backwards. The Doctor stood over him, his body shaking with fury.
"Now let me tell you something, Tyhedra," he bellowed, his voice echoing around the room, "I can change destiny, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to rescue Rose Tyler, then I'm going to stop you, and there isn't anyone or anything in this universe that can stop me!" He ran back to Susan, grabbed her hand, pulled out his sonic screwdriver and activated the teleport.
