A/N: I've been having a bad day. (Sob) I think this chapter seems rushed, but hey.

Chapter 11 – Enter Eva

"Rose, to confront the…" he paused for a moment, trying to find the right word to describe it. "…Apparition, I might have to pass out. If I do, don't wake me up. I doubt you could even if you tried," he added thoughtfully and turned to his son sitting infront of him on the bed. "Okay?"

Rory nodded, closing his eyes.

"Remember, if there's anything you don't want me to see, just imagine a door and close it." He placed his hands on Rory's temples, and delved straight in.

Whipping out a pair of metaphorical binoculars, he began to search for the dream. He ran forward, searching intently as thoughts and memories flew at him, but he did a good job of dodging them.

Rose watched both her fiancé and her son in high anticipation, feeling useless from her own helplessness in the situation. Rory suddenly whimpered, almost pulling away as an old, previously blocked memory began to surface to his consciousness.

"Daddy I can see you…you're covered in blood…you're dead…"

"Stop thinking about it Rory, and it'll bury itself again." He knew full well what memory had been triggered from his probing and it involved him having a bullet lodged in his brain.

"There's two of you…one doesn't feel right…his brain's all out of place…"

"I know, stop thinking about it."

He spotted a black hole of some kind at the end of the dream chain – like a spiral of darkness. There was no doubting that was what he wanted.

"I've found it," he said out loud, stepping boldly forward towards it and extending a hand out to grab at it and drag it back to his mind.

Rose held him in anticipation, wondering slightly what was going to happen next. She didn't have to wait long. All of a sudden the Doctor let go of Rory's head, sagging instantly in her arms as he passed out in order to confront the dream.

She dragged him backwards along the bed to rest him on the pillows, making him as comfortable as possible. Whatever this apparent child wanted it wasn't an ice cream.

"Hello?" the Doctor called as he wandered through a dream of complete blackness. "I'm here."

"Finally!" said a small voice that seemingly had a bit of an echoed depth to it, indeed that of a little girl's. "I needed to speak with you so bad."

"I'm listening."

"I've come to warn you. It's gonna happen," the voice said, and he felt something warm and reassuring slip into his hand.

He looked downwards, for the first time seeing the small girl that possessed the words standing next to him, holding his hand. She had long blonde wavy hair that fell down past her shoulders, but her eyes were closed. "What is?"

"The purple woman."

"What about her?"

"She's coming. You need to be ready."

"What does she want?"

"You, someone like me and revenge."

"Not too unoriginal then," the Doctor said sarcastically. "And how'd you mean, someone like you?"

She seemed hesitant for a moment, unsure whether she should answer him or not.

She finally nodded to herself, opening her golden eyes for him finally to see as she spoke the words:

"One of your children."

He stared at her, eyes wide as the pieces fitted together.

"Eva?"

She nodded.

His head was spinning as dropped to his knees infront of the girl, at her height.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he said, wrapping his arms around her in a loving hug.

"It's okay daddy. I wanted mummy to live, not me."

"Eva means giver of life," the Doctor said, smiling. "You're the bravest girl in the Universe."

She giggled, tightening her hug on her father. There was a brief pause, until she spoke up once more, something she had wanted to say for a long time.

"Please save me daddy," she whispered, voice trembling. "I'm sorry I hurt Rory but I couldn't come straight to you, she would have found me."

"The purple woman?"

She nodded against his shoulder. "She's controlling all the psychic creatures, daddy. Including me."

"Slavery?" the Doctor spat out, pulling back from her and staring into her two golden eyes, hands on her shoulders. "You're a slave."

"She's my mistress."

The Doctor was not happy at all. "You're not a slave, Eva. I won't let you be."

"She's watching you daddy, she's always watching you. I couldn't get to you except anyway but through Rory. I shouldn't be here, if she finds me…"

"I won't let you go back to her. You're coming with me."

"Number one-zero-five!" a new voice suddenly intervened, one the Doctor didn't recognise but which could be easily guessed.

"Yes mistress," Eva said automatically, letting go of the Doctor. "Go daddy," she whispered sideward to him. "Go, wake up, get out of here before she detects you."

But the Doctor remained adamant. "Get inside my head, I'll take you back to the real world."

"She'll find me in your head!"

"I can protect you with mental barriers, she won't be able to detect you."

Eva still seemed doubtful. "You don't know her…"

"Nothing can get past my mental barriers Eva, you'll be perfectly safe, please trust me. I'm not letting you stay here with her."

"Report number one-zero-five!"

There was nothing for it. Eva reached up to his temples and bit her lip, concentrating hard.

"You'll be safe, daddy, good bye," she said.

The Doctor felt a rush of energy suddenly flow into his mind, and knew instantly what Eva had done as his eyes rolled back in their sockets and he fell to the floor, eyelids fluttering closed.

The Doctor snapped awake, bolting upright into sitting position as his eyes flew open to see his and Rose's bedroom, immersed in complete darkness. Middle of the night, he realised, rubbing his head. He began to wonder for a moment whether it had all been a dream, but no comfort came. It felt real…it was real. His daughter was a slave and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it – at least, not for the moment.

Against everything he stood for, he pushed the matter to the side.

He saw Rose lying asleep next to him, hand gripping on his left arm. According to his Earth Time clock he'd set on his bedside table it was 2:00am. He'd been asleep for eighteen hours straight and he was absolutely starving.

He reached over to Rose, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek as he got off of the bed and headed to the kitchen, finding something to eat.