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He Who Sins

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Because in the Hallways of his Memories Still Echoed her Eyes

Rose shivered as the golden eyes burned into her, they were slowly moving closer as they assessed her. Rose could feel the creature look at her and she began to shake – she didn't like this feeling. She longed to run her hands over her bump and check her children were still there, but she couldn't reach – she would scream if she had the energy, instead all she did was hang there and wait.

The Doctor paced the control room of the Tardis, Jackie stood by looking on warily

'I can't take this' he muttered. He looked up at the screen of the Tardis – it had a been a week, a week since he'd lost her, a week since he'd last looked into her eyes and told her he loved her, a week since he could touch her. The Doctor leant against the control panel and tried not to think of her – but it was all he could do, she filled his mind, every thing had a memory of her attached to it.

'Damn it' he shouted as he kicked the central column before stalking into the kitchen.

It had been a week since a morsel of food had passed through Rose's lips, a week since a drop of liquid had calmed her thirst, a week since she felt like she was actually alive. Rose closed her eyes

'Go on then' she whispered weakly, preying for them to finish with her soon – to just hurt her and let her go. The golden eyes stepped forwards until they were directly in front of her, Rose still had her eyes squeezed shut but she felt a tiny hand slip into hers and squeeze. A tear rolled down Rose's cheek at the human contact, she opened her eyes and looked down into the golden mist of Tymon's eyes. He stood before her, his skin marked with scars, his face filled with fear, determination and compassion; he gently squeezed her hand again.

'I'm sorry' he whispered – Rose could barely hear his voice. 'I'm so sorry for what she's done to you – both of you…' then he looked at her stomach with was swelling with pregnancy '…all of you'. Rose would have smiled but she didn't have the energy, nor the compassion.

'What's going to happen to me?' she asked after a moment. Tymon looked up at her; his eyes were wide with regret as he shook his head

'I'm sorry' he just repeated. He released his hands and turned to the chains that bound Rose. He closed his eyes and muttered some words under his breath – Rose gasped as his pendant glowed brightly as the metal slowly fell apart, releasing Rose from the wall. The moment the chains we no longer holding her up, she fell to the floor. Tymon looked down at her; he bit his lip as he tried to decide what to do next, Rose lay on the floor, her hands finally rested on her stomach which had grown since she last felt it. She ran her hands over her bump checking they were still there, but she had no way to know if they were alive. Tymon had disappeared into the darkness but when Rose looked up he was reappearing. In his hand he carried a jug of water that sloppily dived at the sides of its' tin containment; in his other hand he held a couple bread rolls. He dropped them all to the floor before her as he met her eyes

'Thank you' Rose whispered as she reached out for the boys' hand. Tymon stepped back away from her and gave her a tiny smile before turning and fleeing from the room. Rose looked after his fleeing figure then turned back to the food and drink before her, she quickly ate the rolls and thirstily drank the entire jug of water; soon it was all gone and she was back how she started – except now she could move. Rose lay out on the cold floor of her cell and closed her eyes, she rested her hands on her stomach waiting for them to move…she waited for hours yet nothing happened. Rose closed her eyes and let the cold tears stream down her cheeks – two things she was waiting for, two things that may never come.

The Doctor glanced around the kitchen not knowing what he was looking for until it caught his eye. He walked over the counter where a stack of books stood, he pushed the ones off the top until the found the ones at the bottom – the ones Rose had clutched to her chest and pleaded with him for him to take with them. He pushed his books off the top until his hands rested on the weathered leather of a dark black book; he ran his fingers over the book

'It couldn't be' he murmured as she carried the books over to the table. He dropped them down and fell into a chair before he began to frantically look through them. He leafed through page after page of a withered yellow book until his hands were covered in paper cuts from his swift movements – but something was confirmed; he knew who had her. Jackie walked in and saw the gleam of hope in his eyes

'What?' she asked, barely daring to hope herself, the Doctor jumped up and pointed at the book

'I know who has her' he exclaimed.

Rose was curled into the corner of her cell, it was the next day and she'd had nothing more to eat or drink, she hugged her swollen belly and quietly cried to herself. Her mouth parted as a sharp pain shot through her stomach.

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