"I killed her," He whispered. He sounded devastated- as he should've. He probably hated me at that moment. He probably loathed me for not trying to prevent this. Hell, even I was mad at myself. I really should've done something other than just sitting around. It's all your fault.

"I'm sorry," Van Statten whispered.

The Doctor turned around, a cold expression on his face. I shrunk back as I looked at him. "I said I'd protect her. She was only here because of me, and you're sorry? I could've killed that Dalek in it's cell, but you stopped me,"

I winced at the pain in his voice. He was angry, heartbroken, and traumatised- and here I was, knowing that Rose wasn't dead, but I wasn't doing anything about it. I could tell him, but that would probably be spoilers or something. But- he'll know about it soon anyway- it wouldn't matter if I told him, would it?

"It was the prize of my collection!"

The Doctor's anger increased at that, and his tone scared me, "Your collection? But was it worth it? Worth all those men's deaths? Worth Rose? Let me tell you something, Van Statten. Mankind goes into space to explore, to be part of something greater." I bit my lip, trying to hide myself and trying to seem as unnoticed as possible.

I took a deep breath. I was telling him. He'd know a few seconds before he would in the show- there won't be any difference, "Doctor," I whispered, but Van Statten drowned me out, "Exactly! I wanted to touch the stars!"

"You just want to drag the stars down and stick them underground, underneath tons of sand and dirt, and label them. You're about as far from the stars as you can get!" He paused for a moment, like he was realising something, "And you took her down with you. She was nineteen years old,"

"Doctor, will you-" My voice was softer than a whisper. I wanted to tell him- I took another breath as I tried to calm my racing heart.

At that moment, the elevator doors opened and Adam entered the room. The Doctor turned away from Van Statten and walked toward Adam, "You were quick on your feet, leaving Rose behind!"

"I'm not the one who sealed the vault!" He defended. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat, "Doctor," I was a little louder this time. He turned around to me, the same hard expression on his face. Fair enough- he had every right to blame me. I clenched my hands into fists and bit my lip harder.

"And you! Going on and on calling me and seeking attention when Rose was dead and doing absolutely nothing about it!" I swallowed the lump in my throat which was forming. He wasn't lying, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt, "You knew what was gonna happen didn't you, and you didn't tell me! Now what do you have to say? That it isn't my fault?"

Fair enough- that was exactly what I wanted to say apart from that one spoiler. Tell him. I took a deep breath and was about to clear my throat when Van Statten turned to me. "You know? This whole thing is your fault anyway! You should've stopped all this from happening since you know the future or whatever."

"Will you both stop assuming things and listen to me for one minute?!" I stood up and glared at the Doctor, trying to push down the tears as much as possible. "I was trying to tell you that the Dalek didn't kill her! Rose is alive!"

"How can she be alive, a Dalek never misses its target! Are you just trying to tell me this to calm me down because it isn't working!" The Doctor threw his hands up and glared at me.

"Were you even listening to me when I told you to remember something?! The Dalek has Rose's DNA in it! It's part human, work it out! You were supposed to be smart, for God's sake!" I ran a hand through my hair and turned around, biting my lip hard. I didn't care. I honestly didn't care about what he was thinking at that moment. He probably hated me, and that was justified. But I told him. That's all that mattered.

I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath as the Dalek turned on the monitor again. "Open the bulkhead or Rose Tyler dies," I let out a huge breath and turned to the Doctor, hoping I wasn't crying as I gave him an I-told-you-so look.

He didn't seem to notice yet again, as he stared at Rose in relief, "You're alive!" A relieved smile hit his face immediately and his anger seemed to have dissipated. He turned to me, his grin faltering a little, "You were right,"

I shrugged, swallowed, and turned toward Rose, who was frowning at the two of us. She then smiled again at the Doctor, "Can't get rid of me,"

"I thought you were dead,"

"Open the bulkhead," The Dalek interrupted their conversation. I folded my hands tightly and bit my lip. I knew what was gonna happen. Might as well tell him, or make him work it out on his own.

"Don't do it!" Rose protested.

"Do it!" I turned to him, trying to be as emotionless as possible. I knew what that probably meant to him, and I wanted to tell him what would happen next. "Remember what I told you!"

"What use are emotions when you cannot save the woman you love?"

He hesitated for a few moments and turned around, "I killed her once. I can't do it again,"

He went back to the computer and pressed 'Enter' again, opening the bulkhead. Rose and the Dalek walked through. I continued watching the monitor, which showed us the empty corridor, as Van Statten started walking around in a huff, "What do we do now, you bleeding heart? What the hell do we do?!"

"Kill it when it gets here!" Adam exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"All the guns are useless, and the alien weapons are in the vault," Diana slammed her hands on the desk.

I was tempted to yell that we didn't need weapons, but the Doctor had just told me that I was seeking attention and I really didn't want to repeat myself and make him hate me even more.

"Only the catalogued ones," Adam said, and Van Statten turned to him, raising his eyebrows. As much of an idiot he was, Adam did indirectly save the day. I smiled slightly at him, but as usual, he didn't notice.

"What does that mean?" The Doctor exclaimed.

"Come with me," Adam said, and ran into the elevator. The Doctor ran behind him into the elevator. I stayed back with Diana and Van Statten, knowing that I wasn't needed for this. I went to the table and sat down, waiting for the Dalek to arrive. I took a deep breath. It was gonna be after Van Statten, not me. I told myself, biting my lip and jiggling my foot.

A few moments of silence later, it came in as the elevators opened. "Don't do anything," Rose said from behind it, "It's beginning to question itself,"

I cupped my chin in my hands and looked at what was going on, inhaling sharply. The Dalek advanced toward Van Statten, who was pale with fear, "Van Statten. You tortured me. Why?"

He backed away and bumped into the table, breathing heavily, "I wanted to help you. I just- I don't know. I was trying to help. I thought if we could get through to you, if we could mend you. I wanted you better. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! I swear, I just wanted you to talk!" He stuttered, and continued breathing heavily.

"Then hear me talk now," The Dalek advanced toward him, and he started hyperventilating. "Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!"

"Don't do it!" Rose stopped the Dalek, who listened to her, "You don't have to do this anymore. There must be something else, not just killing. What else is there? What do you want?"

The Dalek turned it's eyestalk to her, "I want- freedom,"

"Then go with her," I got up as the Dalek faced me. Even though I knew it was a little more empathetic and that I wasn't really it's biggest concern, my heart rate increased again. "S- She-She'll show you what freedom feels like." I pressed my hands to the table, biting my lip harder, leaning back slightly.

The Dalek turned to Rose, almost as if asking for her confirmation. Rose turned to me, and I nodded, "Yeah, I will. Why don't we get out of here?"

The Dalek turned around and followed Rose into the elevator. Van Statten loosened up and sighed in relief. "That was close, wasn't it?"

"For you, maybe," I shrugged, sighing. The Doctor was probably looking for me now. I took a deep breath. What if I got chucked out Adam- style? What if he hated me so much that he didn't want me to stay? "I've gotta go, and remember what I told you about fear, Diana," I walked toward the exit, putting my hands in my pocket, pushing all the thoughts away. I tried my best to concentrate and remember the way we came in, and thankfully didn't get lost. I wondered if the Doctor still wanted to travel with me.

I walked across the paths full of exhibits of aliens I could and couldn't recognise. I saw a Cyber blaster (probably from the Battle of Canary Wharf), a Mire helmet, and an instrument that looked a lot like the one the Doctor had played earlier.

"There you are!" I jumped, and relaxed as it was just the Doctor who was waving at me from the end of the corridor. "I thought you were lost!"

"I'm not," I took my hands out of my pockets and shrugged.

He grinned at that as I walked toward him. "I know you're not, that's why I'm saying that I thought you were!"

He then caught me off guard completely by throwing his arms around me. I awkwardly hugged him back, "I'm sorry for lashing out,"

I pulled back and smiled, "No, I'm sorry," He raised an eyebrow at me, "I should've been more- I don't know, it's not your fault,"

I put my hands in my pockets and he looked at me, his eyebrow still raised. "You should've been more what?"

I shrugged, looking away, concentrating on the glass case with the Raxacoricofallapatorian hand. "I dunno, I just- it's complicated."

"Says you to the definition of complicated."

I looked up at him, forcing a smile, "Seriously, I'm fine- nothing's wrong,"

He frowned at that, but seemed to have decided to give it up. "Alright then," He grinned at me and turned around, "To the TARDIS!"

"So you're okay with me still travelling with you?"

He looked back at me incredulously, "Of course I am, why would I not be okay with having you around?!"

I shrugged, "I don't know, I was just asking,"

He shook his head and walked forward, rummaging through his pockets, "You're strange,"

"Thank you," I smiled, putting my hands into my pockets as well. We reached the TARDIS, and he patted it, "Little piece of home. Better than nothing,"

"Is that the end of it, the Time War?" Rose asked.

"I'm the only one left. I win," He turned to us, "How about that?"

"The Dalek survived. Maybe some of your people did too," Yes. They did. They're gonna attempt to kill you. And torture you in a confession dial for 4.5 billion years. Basically, a little more than an average Thursday for you, I guess. Or maybe not.

"I'd know. In here," He tapped his head, "It feels like there's no one," Because they're in a pocket dimension thing.

"Well, it's a good thing Rose and I are staying, then," I sighed, and rocked on my toes and heels, my hands still in my pockets.

"Yeah," He smiled at me and her. At that moment, Adam came running behind to us. "Well," I sighed, "I don't know about you guys, but I'm tired,"

The Doctor rummaged through his pockets and gave something to me. "Here you go, you can go and rest now,"

It was a TARDIS key. An actual TARDIS key. I took it slowly, and grinned at him, "Oh my God, I've always wanted one of these- thanks," I smiled at him, and he returned it. I opened the TARDIS doors, yawning, as Adam talked to the Doctor and Rose.

Adam was officially a member of the TARDIS team. The Doctor was working on fixing the TARDIS (for about the millionth time), while Rose decided to show Adam around. "So, anyway, I'm going to bed, I guess," I yawned, and the Doctor looked up from whatever he was fixing, and smiled at me, "Adventures are tiring,"

"Well, you better go and get some sleep, then,"

"Yeah, but where? It's not like the TARDIS just conjures up rooms out of thin air or something,"

He looked up again, a wide grin on his face, "Well, I'm afraid that's exactly what she does,"

I laughed, putting my hand on the edge of the console, "Seriously?"

"Yeah, just go through the corridors until you find a room with your name on the door," He pointed to the corridors. I laughed and nodded. "Okay, then," I yawned again, and turned toward the corridor, "Good night, Doctor,"

"We're in a time machine! There's no concept of day and night here!" He exclaimed from behind me. I shook my head and laughed, "Yeah, ok,"

I walked into the blue-lit corridors and stared at all the doors. Sarah Jane Smith, Susan Foreman, Barbara Wright, Vicki Pallister- all the rooms of the companions were there, shut. Their names were written in an elegant cursive (or a messy scribble- the TARDIS really seemed to love decorating based on people's personalities) on colourful plaques.

I wondered if the Doctor knew that these still were there- or if he ever went in there after they had left. I ran my hand on Barbara's plaque- one of his very first companions from such a long time ago. When he still called her a ship and kidnapped two teachers and took them to caveman times and to Skaro. The TARDIS hummed as I felt the cursive carvings that spelled out 'Barbara Wright', and I smiled at her. "You're not just a sentient box that travels through time and space, are you? You're a box of memories," I pulled my hand off and decided to move forward. "Or you're just a friendly version of Dedalus's labyrinth."

There were more names on the doors of different companions. At one point, I even saw a door with a name written in High Gallifreyan, and below that, 'The Master' in tiny slanted cursive. I gasped softly at that. Did the Master travel with the Doctor at some point- or did the TARDIS make a room for the Master if they ever wanted to come?

I made a note to explore the TARDIS one day- I knew she was bigger on the inside, but I always wanted to see how much bigger she was on the inside. Did the Doctor visit every part of her? Did he even know his way around? Was she constantly expanding?

I ran a hand across her walls as I walked by, till a door in my right opened. I walked to the door, and saw my name on a black coloured plaque, written in silver. "Thank you," I whispered as I got in and closed the door behind me.

There was a bed aligned to the wall, which could be pushed into the wall for more space. The wooden table on the right had a computer on it, and the whole floor was covered with a fluffy black carpet. There was a closet near a door which I assumed was the bathroom, and there was a bookshelf beside my bed. The walls were purple and black, and there was a small window with the curtains closed. The room was more on the snug side and not very huge, which I loved.

I ran across the carpet to the bed (which was down at that moment) and threw myself on it. The TARDIS hummed disapprovingly and opened the doors of the bathroom and closet. "Seriously?" I whined, "I don't wanna!"

The TARDIS hummed disapprovingly again and turned off the lights in my room. I jumped, as my computer turned on, only to have the picture of a Vashta Nerada skeleton thing on it. "Aah! You know that that thing is real in this world, right? Turn it off and turn on the lights!"

The TARDIS hummed again like she was asking me something. "Okay, I'll go take a shower, now turn the lights on and the computer off!" I slid off the bed reluctantly and went to the closet. She turned on the lights and hummed happily.

I looked up and scowled at her, "Not funny," I turned back to the closet and saw my passport and credit card in there. "Thanks, though,"

She hummed again. "I swear, you're acting like my mom now," I shook my head and pulled out a pair of shorts and a t- shirt.