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He Who Sins

Chapter Forty One: So Hard To Say Goodbye

As Marilee looked at Rose the flashbacks of Tymon's birth flashed through her mind, as she watched Rose suffer she felt a pang of guilt ride through her – and that was all the Doctor needed. Within a moment he had dived across the room towards the bowl, he grabbed the wooden bowl in his hands, the gold still streaming from it and burning at his hands.

'No!' Marilee screeched as she looked towards him, she realised she was too far to reach him so as he lifted his arms to smash the bowl she dived towards Rose. She lugged the pregnant woman up and held her arm around her throat

'Drop it and I'll kill her' Marilee spat, as she panted against Rose. The Doctor's eyes widened in rage as he saw Marilee holding onto Rose, he clenched his fingers around the bowl, keeping a tight grasp on it. Rose's eyes flickered open and she looked up at the Doctor, a faint smile passed over her lips

'So I'm still here then' she murmured. The Doctor smiled softly at her

'I'll told you, I'm not getting rid of you that easily'. Rose laughed – but stopped when Marilee's hand tightened around her throat

'But I will' Marilee warned as she tauntingly squeezed her fingers on Rose's throat. The Doctor glared at her as Rose winced in pain, he tightened his fingers on the bowl that Marilee was watching

'Put it down' Marilee said slowly, the Doctor watched her thoughtfully then carelessly picked up the bowl

'What? This old thing?' he asked as he her balanced it in his palm

'Put it down' she roared at the Doctor. He regained his grasp on the bowl and frowned at her

'Why?' he asked bluntly. Marilee looked flabbergast

'Excuse me?'. The Doctor began to pace thoughtfully

'Well, look at it my way; you're holding captive the mother of my children, and my children for that matter. Within a moment you could kill them all and then me, and most likely Tymon, but instead, you're worrying over this old bowl. Now for some reason, this strikes me as slightly odd'

Marilee began to shake with rage as the Doctor smiled his cocky grin at her; she dug her fingers into Rose's neck until she cried out in pain

'Put it down or I kill her' Marilee harshly ordered him. The Doctor's face was serious within a moment; he looked at Rose and winked.

'Or, let her go or I drop the bowl. Quite a dilemma isn't it' he mused as he began to pace the floor again. Marilee's eyes burned and Rose cried out again

'Doctor' she croaked, the Doctor turned instantly and met her eyes; his face was serious as he watched Rose. He smiled softly at her, willing her to hold on for him but it was obvious by the pain in her eyes that she might not be able to do that.

'Doctor, I'm warning you'

'And I'm warning you Marilee' he said as he lifted the bowl to his head height. 'Let her go or I'll drop it'. Marilee watched him and saw the rage that burned in his eyes; she knew he would do it. She glanced around frantically then picked up Rose

'You want her so bad?' she asked 'Then come and get her' she taunted as she pushed Rose across the room. The Doctor threw the bowl behind him as he dived across the room to catch his pregnant lover. Rose landed in the Doctor's arms but another cry of pain tore through her as she lay in his arms

'Hold on' he whispered as he jumped up

'Doctor' she whimpered, 'I can't'

'Please' he begged squeezing her hand, 'I can't do this without you'. Rose shook her head and tried to regulate her breathing again as soaring pains tore through her. The Doctor turned away from Rose – an action that broke his heart, and he saw the bowl hanging of the edge of a table. The Doctor looked at Marilee and they both began to run towards the bowl.

Tymon felt the rage pour through him and he looked down at his wrists, his eyes were blazing and the raw power of that allowed him to burn through his ropes. He jumped down and began to make his way across the table.

As the Doctor and Marilee ran they saw a small figure appear from the shadows behind the table, Tymon's tiny hands reached out and picked up the shinning bowl. He looked down at it, then back up at the two adults running towards him.

'Stop' he whispered as he held onto the bowl, 'Stop' he instructed louder. The Doctor and Marilee stopped in front of the table, both of them watching Tymon warily.

'Is this what you're after? Is this what you want?' he asked, his little voice trembling with fear and pain. The Doctor nodded slowly as Marilee spat

'Yes'. Tymon watched them

'Why should I give it to either of you?' he asked, 'Since you've both come all I've done is hurt' he cried. 'All I wanted was to be normal' he whispered as he clung onto the bowl that was teetering dangerously in his hands.

'Tymon, listen to me, I'm your mother' Marilee called out softly 'You can trust me'. Tymon's head shot up

'Trust you? Trust you?' he shouted, 'After you hurt me and used me for so long? Why should I trust you?' he cried.

'Because I'm your mother' she told him.

'And that should be enough?' he asked crying. Marilee nodded as Tymon shook his head.

'Tymon' Rose said softly as she appeared beside the table, she was away from the Doctor and Marilee but she clung onto the table. Her face was pale and covered in a cold sweat, blood marked her skin and her cloths, but she looked up at Tymon.

'Please, listen to me' she begged, he turned his head and stared blankly at her, Rose felt a chill run through her as his golden eyes burned into her – in that moment she let out a piecing scream.