Author's note: OH MY GOSH! You British people are right! Ten is hot!!!!!! Super- super- eab!!!!! By the way, eab is my word for a hot guy. A pretty girl is bae. (eab backwards) I invented them for a language I'm inventing. In other news: History is stupid. Americans are stupid. Existentialists are very, supremely stupid. All of my homework has created very little time for me to write, but I got another chapter done. Yay! Oh well. Please keep reading and reviewing, my loyal readers! You are the reason I write!

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Or much of anything. It would be awesome if I did.

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Rose heard a thump as Roxanne fell to the ground, followed by another thump. She opened her eyes to see Mr. Bradshaw's men pick up Roxanne and carry her off to the waiting jeep. Daphne had fallen to her knees next to her, causing the second thump she had heard. Rose turned to see the Doctor staring at Daphne, emotionless. Rose turned back to Daphne, seeing tears hitting the ground underneath Daphne's drooping head.

"Daphne?" She knelt down next to the now quaking girl. "Are you ok?"

"I killed her, Rose. I…" She shook even more, forming fists and pushing them into the dirt. She had put her glove back on her hand.

"It's not your fault. I told you to. She would have killed Mr. Bradshaw, or you, or somebody else." She laid a hand on Daphne's back, but Daphne jerked away, standing up and running off in the opposite direction. "Daphne!"

"I'll try to reason with her, Rose, go with Mr. Bradshaw." Rose turned to the Doctor. He had one of his mostly expressionless faces on.

"But-"

"Don't worry. I'll find her. She'll be fine. Go on." He laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder, then turned and walked in the same direction as Daphne had run off in.

"But…" Rose stared after them, then turned and followed Mr. Bradshaw. Off I the distance, she saw the Doctor heading into the rose garden on the other side of the park.

"Daphne?" The Doctor scanned the tops of the rose bushes, and then walked over to the large arched breezeway, a metal gothic-looking trellis covered in climbing roses. He noticed a seated figure in the mottled sunlight created by the gaps in the roses. It was Daphne, sitting against the trellis, her knees pulled up to her chest and her arm wrapped around them. Her head was resting on her knees, she was still crying. "Daphne?" Her head shot up. "Are you alright?" The Doctor carefully leaned on the trellis, halfway between her and the opening.

"I killed her. I didn't even stop to try and…" She burst into sobs again, burying her head in her knees.

The Doctor moved closer, sitting down next to her. He was slowly coming to the realization that Rose had already come to- this was not really a Dalek. It was something different, someone different. He carefully wrapped an arm around her, trying in vain to comfort her. "It wasn't your fault. It had to be done. She would have-"

"How do you know?!" Her head snapped up, her strong blue eyes both questioning and accusing. He pauses for a moment, stunned by the blue of her eyes.

"I saw the look on her face, Daphne. I have seen that look many times before, and the outcome is always the same. It was either her or someone else, but someone was going to be dead." He grew very quiet. "You had to." Thin tear-streaks flowed downward from her blue eyes. She buried her face in his chest. The doctor carefully stroked her back in an attempt to console the poor girl. He heard footsteps coming and looked down the walkway to see Rose step into the archway. She slowly walked down the breezeway as Daphne's head came up to watch her.

"Um, Mr. Bradshaw says we need to go. He wants you to go with them, Daphne."

"Alright." She stood up, followed by the Doctor. "I'm ready to go. … Well, I will be in a minute. I want to go enjoy the sun for a bit longer." She glanced from Rose to the Doctor, getting approving looks from both. After a short pause, she turned and walked out the trellis and into the garden. Rose and the Doctor walked to the edge of the trellis, watching her. She moved slowly, pausing often to smell and feel the roses or stop in sunlit patches to feel the warm sun on her skin.

"Do we have to send her back with them? They're gonna-"

"Rose, she'll be fine. Don't worry."

"But they were gonna dissect her, what's to stop them now?"

"I had a nice little talk with Mr. Bradshaw. He won't hurt her. Not anymore. Why do you think he didn't want her dead?"

"I suppose, but Doctor, she doesn't want to go with them. All she's ever wanted was freedom, why can't we give it to her? It'd just take a second in the TARDIS, just stop at a nice little planet where she could survive, lots of sun, …" The Doctor stood silent for a bit, then turned to Rose.

"Rose, I would love to help her, but I can't. She wasn't supposed to exist, and-"

"But she does exist. And every living thing has the right to be happy. Can you see her happy with Mr. Bradshaw and his cohorts? Please, Doctor, let's just drop her off someplace where she can be free, and then you'll never have to hear about her again."

"It's not that simple, Rose." He turned and walked slowly down the walkway. Rose watched him for a moment before turning to watch Daphne, but the girl was gone. Rose moved into the garden, searching for Daphne, but the girl was nowhere to be seen. Rose hurried after the Doctor. As she neared the jeep, she saw Daphne already standing with the Doctor by it. They saw Rose approaching, so the Doctor climbed into the jeep, followed by Daphne, so Rose climbed in too. The jeep slowly pulled out of the park, and Rose couldn't help glancing over at Daphne. She sat there, expressionless, with her eyes closed and her hands folded in her lap. A glance over at the Doctor revealed that he wasn't too happy with the outcome either. He was slightly glaring at the back of Mr. Bradshaw's head, but there was also a look of sadness hidden in his features. He apparently noticed that Rose was looking at him, because he looked over at her. He got a stern look in his eyes, and gave Rose a slight nod. Rose smiled back.

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AN: Well, I hope you all liked it. I am hoping to get some more reviews, so please review even if you don't like it. I just want emails and reviews. Please!