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A Recognised Gain

Part 3

The Doctor held Venetia close wishing he could soothe her rather than sit there against the door crying, he buried his head into her shoulder and she did the same. As they both spilt their tears he realised she didn't need comforting, she needed someone to share her pain with. Well he could do that, he could do that easily – he was feeling so much pain he could easily fill the entire world with it.

They sat that way for hours, just clinging to each other as the pain they felt wrecked their souls, each of them grieving for Rose. Venetia clung onto the Doctor shaking

'Promise you'll never leave me Daddy' she asked, barely a whisper. He held her close unable to imagine what it would be like to lose her as well

'I promise' he told her. She was shaking now

'They tried to take me away' she whispered as her memories of the day flashed through her mind chilling her.

The middle aged lady with mousy brown hair dressed entirely in beige sat down on the hospital bed next to Venetia

'Sweetheart?' the lady began 'My name is Mrs Grant and I'm going to take you to live somewhere safe whilst we look for a more permanent home' she softly told Venetia in a patronising voice. Venetia looked up at the lady her eyes wide and fear full – she wanted her mummy so badly.

'Mummy' she whispered

'Now sweetheart, I thought I'd explained this' the woman told her whilst trying to squeeze her hand 'Mummy has gone to heaven to live with the angels'

Venetia glared at her and jumped off the bed

'No she hasn't! There's no such place! She's gone! She's gone and left me!' she shouted before running out of the room crying, her tears leaving a trail behind her burning into the floor.

'It's alright' the Doctor promised her 'I've got you know and I'm never going to let go'

Venetia wanted to believe him but she couldn't help but return to that dark place within her where these memories were playing over and over like black and white movies.

Mrs Grant found Venetia on the hospital roof, she was staring down over the edge as the wind painfully attacked her face – she didn't care thought, she relished in the pain, it was all she could feel.

'Now Venetya' the woman began

'That's not my name' she whispered

'You should know it's wrong to run off like that' she said sounding angry

'My name is not Venetya!' Venetia shouted at her turning around. Her eyes were darkened and swirled with emotions, tears streamed down her cheeks and her lip was bleeding from where she had been biting it so hard. The woman slowly walked up to her and put one hand on her shoulder

'I know this had been hard for you but there's no need to shout' she told Venetia sternly. Venetia's eyes burned with tears as she thought very seriously about pushing this woman off the top of the building – then she saw her mother in her mind and could hear what she would say, she could picture her taking her hand and squeezing it telling her

'That's not the way we deal with things is it?'

Venetia opened her eyes and felt her hand was empty – her mother wasn't really there, she breathed in suffocating her anger as she remembered her mother, her mother who was really dead…

She fell to her knees sobbing longing to be held in the arms of the woman who would never come for her.

The Doctor rubbed his face, he knew he needed to be strong for Venetia now – he couldn't break down until later, he could feel his daughter was in a very bad place.

' Venetia?' he asked worriedly, she didn't reply but her lip trembled as she bit into it, the blood spilling down her chin once again. She was trapped in her memories and couldn't escape them

The woman who's name Venetia couldn't remember carefully picked up the hysterical girl and carried her down stairs into the reception room.

' Venetia, we're going to put you into a foster home' she told her softly. Venetia ignored her and continued to stare at the window

'Sweetheart, can you understand what I'm saying' she asked – there was no reply

'Do you have any other family?' she asked as she scribbled on her notebook – the sound of the pen scratching the paper stung Venetia's ears. The sound was filling her mind and slowly rubbing it away, that and the thought of her father was enough to send her over the edge – she jumped out of her chair and snatched the notebook from her hands and hurled it at the nearest window. The sound of shattering glass mixed with Venetia's scream as the social worker slowly backed towards the door. Venetia stood in shock for a moment at the shards of glass that covered the floor, the woman ran up from behind Venetia and restrained her by pulling her arms back

'Don't touch me!' she screamed as she desperately kicked her legs

'Let go of me!' she cried – her voice hoarse from screaming, the social worker held on as she shouted for help. Soon several burly men came in and carried her away to a hospital bed where they restrained her as she screamed and screamed.

The Doctors' fingers gently traced the cuts that laced Venetia's arms from where the glass had showered over her; she shuddered in reaction as the memories continued to play.

Several hours later the social worked and two policemen helped Venetia to a car. She had stopped fighting now, stopped crying and stopped speaking – she just sat in utter silence her eyes haunting everyone who looked into them. They slowly drove back to the flat as idle chatter filled the car, Venetia just shook as she thought of her father – one thought played over and over in her mind

'I'll always be there'

She screamed in her mind

'Daddy help me!'

The woman – Mrs Grant – looked back at Venetia with a sigh, troubled children were her speciality but there was just something about this child she couldn't grasp, something that was warning her to stay away.

'We're just going to pick some of your things up' she tried to tell her sounding friendly.

Silence

'We'll be there soon'

Silence

'It will all be okay'

Silence

Mrs Grant shuddered at the silence and returned her eyes to the road, she knew this child was going to be a problem.

The Doctor had been gently rocking Venetia who had finally fallen asleep in his arms, he carefully carried her body over to her bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed. He pulled the blanket up to her chin and kissed her on the forehead

'I love you' he whispered. He turned to leave but his eye caught the photo on her cabinet – one of him, Rose and Venetia – all looking so happy and in love. He held the photo to his chest and walked into the living room. He looked at the photo then he allowed himself to breakdown.