A/N: Hello again, heres the next chapter. Hope ya like. Thanks to Briar Elwood for being my beta, and for the description of the drawing. And thankyou to my wonderful reviewers.

Disclaimer: Man these make me bored. Do these people really not know what Fanfiction means? We. Don't. Own. It.


Bria was still sitting as they had left her when they returned to her room. The Doctor motioned for the others to stay back and approached Bria alone. He knelt in front of her and took her shoulders, looking into her eyes.

"Bria?" She looked up and met his eyes, much to the relief of all the companions. "Bria, I need you to tell me what happened. What were you dreaming about?"

Bria took in a deep shuddering breath before replying and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "Before they abandoned Britain, the Romans made a last attempt to stay there. I think that's why they were looking for the Doctor; they thought they could use him as a weapon." She paused, her eyes staring into the past again.

"What did they do?" Jack prompted her.

"They attacked where I was living, it was the last raid. A group of soldiers attacked in the night. They burned the village to the ground, targeting one building in particular."

"Which building?"

"The one where we put the children."

"Oh no." Rose brought her hand to her mouth.

"There's something else isn't there?" The Doctor asked.

"Yes." Bria hesitated before continuing. "Elysium. She died when the building was burned."

"Who was Elysium?" The Doctor was sure that this was the problem.

Bria said nothing. Instead, she reached under her bed and brought out a carved wooden box. She placed it on the bed and began to search through it. Finally, she produced a piece of paper and handed it to the Doctor. Rose and Jack peered over his shoulder as he looked at it.

On the paper was a drawing. It showed the head and shoulders of a girl. She was drawn looking at the artist; her hair was loosely tied back, rebel strands flying in front of her face with the wind. Her nose was small and chin was rounded, giving her a younger look. She had a slight smile on her lips, which was enforced by her eyes, her penetrating eyes that spoke of quiet laughter.

"Who drew that?" Jack said. He studied the picture, the eyes held a gleam of intelligence he was sure he had seen somewhere before.

"I did." Bria replied.

"Is that Elysium?" Rose asked.

"Yes."

"So, who is she?" The Doctor looked up.

"Elysium was our daughter."

All three of the companion's mouths dropped open.

The Doctor managed to regain his voice enough to talk, although he still sounded shocked. "How in the universe?"

Bria gave a derisive laugh. "Oh come on Doctor, you of all people shouldn't need to ask how babies are made."

"Oh ha ha. But…well, it was only once…" He trailed off.

"How many times do you think it takes?" The Doctor only shook his head in response.

During their exchange, Jack had managed to regain his composure. "So, what actually happened?"

"I can show you."

"Ok, then."

"Just relax and be patient." Each of them tried to relax, despite still reeling from the news that Bria had borne the Doctor's child.

Bria lowered her head and closed her eyes, one hand closing about the patterned bronze disc she wore on a cord at her throat. Watched by the others, she began to breathe deeply, as though meditating. Sounds began to fill the air, the same sounds Jack had heard before. Suddenly, Bria's eyes opened, the dark iris' had been replaced with a ring of flame. The companions stared at her eyes, transfixed by the flames. They felt themselves being drawn towards her, although they were pretty sure they weren't moving.

They found themselves standing in a field, Bria beside them. Jack turned to Bria. "What now?"

"Just watch, that's all you can do." They turned to watch the scene before them play.

It was sunset, the child sat on the ground watching a rabbit not far away from her. She was no more than nine, with dark eyes and long, dark hair that blew across her face in the light breeze.

The rabbit suddenly bolted as a voice floated across the field.

"Elysium, time to go."

"Yes, Mother." The girl replied although she made no sign of going, looking in the direction the rabbit had gone.

"Elysium, I'll not tell you again child."

"Coming." Elysium took one last glance after the rabbit and ran towards her mother's voice.

Elysium caught Bria's hand as she ran up to her. Bria smiled down at her daughter. "What were you doing?"

"There was a rabbit, it came really close." Mother and daughter walked towards the nearby tree line, chattering as they went.

The scene faded and the companions found themselves in the centre of a village. The Doctor turned to Bria. "What was that?"

"A chance for you to see your daughter safe and happy." The scene before them began to play, cutting off any reply.

Rose thought to herself that it was like standing in the middle of a movie where you knew the eventual outcome, but not the events. And, she thought bitterly, there's nothing we can do to help, because this isn't a movie.

Elysium and Bria had not long been in the village when a scout ran from the trees, yelling at the top of his voice. "Roman's! A large group of them, heading this way."

The entire village moved, there was no panicking, just a sense of urgency. Bria hurried to one of the small round houses, Elysium close behind. She emerged with a sword in her hand, pushing a long knife into her boot, there was already another in her belt.

"Elysium, go the safe house, quickly." Elysium ran to her mother first and wrapped her arms around her. Bria crouched to her level and returned the hug. Taking the girls shoulders, she looked into her eyes. "Now, child, be brave. Look after the younger ones."

"Yes, Mother." The child's dark eyes were solemn.

"Good girl, I'm proud of you, I'm sure your father would have been too. Remember to keep your strength close to you." Bria's fingers brushed across the necklace around the girl's neck. It was a small bronze disc, an intricate pattern carved into it.

"Yes, Mother."

"Brave girl, now go." Elysium turned and ran, grasping the hand of a smaller child as she went. They followed the other children to a slightly larger house. When the last ones had passed through the door, it was slammed closed. Armed adults moved to protect the building, ready to guard the lives of the children with their own.

Bria had run to join a group of men as the first of the Roman soldiers reached the village. Fighting broke out, swords clashed and cries rang out as the fighters were wounded and killed.

Several soldiers began to move around the fighting, they held torches in one hand and swords on the other. They began to move through the village, setting light to the houses. The dry wood caught quickly and each building soon became a blaze.

Bria fought fiercely in the midst of the fray. Many of the soldiers who came up against her appeared not to take her seriously, only to die seconds later.

As she dispatched a Roman, Bria saw the fire starters heading towards the house where the children were hiding. Other soldiers had engaged the guards; they had no chance of stopping them. Bria began to head towards the building, just as a flame caught the roof.

The flames spread quickly, and the children began to scream as burning wood fell into the building. The door opened and a child ran out. Bria recognized him as Artos, he was due to join the warriors at his next birthday. He held a knife in his hand, but did not stand a chance against the Roman who was waiting for him. The soldier drove his sword through the boy's chest. The boy's eyes opened wide in pain and shock, the sword fell from his nerveless fingers. Artos was dead before he hit the ground, his heart cut in two.

The other children screamed and ran back into the building, only to find the fire waiting from them.

"Mother! Mother!" Bria heard Elysium's voice above the screams. The child appeared in the doorway, the Roman near the door laughed as he hit her across the face, knocking her back into the building just as the door way collapsed.

Bria ran towards the building fighting all the more fiercely. When she reached the soldier who had struck Elysium, she attacked with a ferocity that shocked the man. He managed to block one of her blows and draw his sword across her shoulder, creating a thin line of crimson. Bria did not miss a second time, her sword plunged into his throat and she looked into his eyes as he died.

Bria turned to the building, the heat of the flames too fierce to allow her any closer. A soldier ran up behind her, gesturing to others as he approached. They surrounded Bria, although it was clear they did not intend to kill her. Their sword thrusts were to wound only. Bria managed to kill two of them before a sword was driven into her thigh. She cried out and fell to her knees, drawing her sword across the legs of another soldier as she fell. The soldiers moved in and one of them knocked the sword from her hand. Bria drew the knives. The one in her left hand flew though the air and hit a soldier in the stomach. Lunging forward, she drove the other knife through the arm of another. The lunge was too much, Bria's leg collapsed completely and she fell forward. The soldiers caught her as she fell and tied her hands behind her back.

Bria screamed as they dragged her away. "Elysium, Elysium."

Again, the scene faded, but was almost instantly replaced with another.

The soldiers gathered around the post in the clearing. They laughed and joked, they had been looking forward to this all day. When the general rode into view, they craned to see. Bria walked behind the horse, a guard on either side of her. A rope was around her neck and tied to the saddle. The Roman's would humiliate her as much as possible. Bria was limping, the wound in her thigh had gone untreated except for a scrap of cloth around it, the revealing tear in her shirt showed where the cloth had come from. Despite the blood and dirt that covered her body, Bria held her head high as she walked through the jeering crowd.

The soldiers roughly dragged her to the post and tied her hands to the rope secured to the top of it. Laughing, they ripped the shirt from her body. Cheers and whistles rang out. Bria stood, her back straight, her eyes closed.

A soldier approached her, the whip in his hand. He raised it above his head and brought it across her back. Bria flinched and cried out as the soldiers laughed.

The flogging seemed to continue for hours. Eventually, they cut her down. She fell to her knees and two soldiers roughly grasped her arms while another drew a small knife. Amongst taunts and jeers, the soldiers held Bria still as the word TRISTA was carved into her skin.

The soldiers threw her shirt at her and she lay on the ground as the general restored order to the crowd. The soldiers walked past her, now back to their discipline. Bria was left lying in the middle of the clearing.

The scene changed again. The companions were too shocked to speak.

Bria limped into the remains of the village. All around her were the sounds of mourning. Some of the people had stepped nearer to her, questions in their eyes. They stepped back when they saw the whip marks through the torn shirt.

When Bria reached the remains of the ruined safe house, she saw the bodies. They had been laid out on the ground, looking over the line; Bria could tell that most of the children in the village were there, as well as many of the adults.

Elysium was at the end of the line. Bria moved to kneel by the body of her daughter, the child's eyes were closed, her face peaceful. Bria could see that her neck was broken, probably from the blow she had received. Gently, Bria eased the necklace from her daughter's neck and placed it over her own head before raising Elysium's body and cradling her.

Only now, as she rocked her daughter's body back and forth did Bria allow her tears to fall.

There was slight jerk as the companions returned back to the room. Rose felt queasy, she wasn't sure if it was the return to reality or the impact of what she had just seen. She looked over at her companions. Jack looked at her and nodded his head towards the Doctor. Rose looked at the Doctor; he was staring at Bria, looking into her eyes, which had returned to normal. Bria returned his gaze steadily. Although they could hear nothing, it didn't take Jack and Rose long to realize that the Doctor and Bria were speaking mind to mind.

Now you know what happened.

I'm sorry, Bria. I should've stayed.

But you didn't.

No. But why didn't I feel it through our link?

I closed it off, shielded you from the pain.

Why?

You would have come back, as you have now. I couldn't face you then.

But you can now. Why tell me now?

You wanted to know the consequences of your departure. Also, I figured it was time to tell you, I didn't want to carry it on my own any more.

Well, occasionally you get an intelligent ape, like the one that said 'a problem shared is a problem halved'. Is that true?

Not quite halved, lessened maybe. A ghost of a smile formed on her features.

Does that mean those mood swings are gonna' stop? Even I was having trouble keeping up with you.

I suppose so.

The Doctor grinned his manic grin and spoke aloud. "That's good then. Tomorrow we'll begin sorting out those aliens of yours."

"Thank you." The companions got up from their seats and walked towards the door when Bria called out.

"Jack." The Doctor and Rose carried on walking as Jack turned back to face Bria.

"Yup?"

"Sorry about the choking you with the smoke."

"How did you know? You weren't awake."

"The Doctor threw an image of what I was doing at me. It helped stop me."

"Ah right. That's Ok, no damage done, the Doctor checked."

"I'm glad. Goodnight, Jack."

"Goodnight, Bria."

As he left the room, Jack shook himself. There was something about Bria, something he was sure he had never felt before.

As the Doctor and Rose settled down on the sofa again, Rose checked to make sure Jack wasn't back before she spoke. "I think Jack likes Bria."

"So?"

"I mean like as in like."

"Yeah, but he 'likes' everything that's pretty and looks remotely female." The Doctor thought for a moment. "Actually cancel that last bit, he just likes everything."

They were still laughing when Jack entered the room. Unusually, he didn't ask why they were laughing. Instead, he went straight to the other sofa and laid down, asleep almost immediately.

A/N: Well? what did you think? tell me pretty please.