A/N:I've never watched Phantom Of The Opera, I thinkI know what it's about…some ghost guy that got murdered there and falls in love with one of the actresses or something? I'm probably completely wrong. The actual name came from someone in my school in the year below me I know through the college council. Lottie is a nickname for Charlotte so I didn't want anyone getting confused – she's Lottie, no Charlotte involved.

Oooo extra note, Macheath is a name from The Threepenny Opera and I just needed a Scottish-sounding name (that WASN'T MacDonald) so Macheath was the best option :D

And don't worry, I'm confusing myself over the multiple Rose's too, don't worry, they'll be split up soon.

Time for Doctor whumping!

(PS: Billie's back! PSS: David's gonna be on Top Gear! PSS: I GOT A SONIC SCREWDRIVER! I'm not sad I swear...just...a tad childish.)

(PSSS: Don't go ice skating.)

(PSSSS: No really, don't.)

Chapter 31 – Castle Of Macheath

The Tenth Doctor, Location Unknown, Date Unknown.

Seconds felt like hours, hours felt like days. He didn't know how long he'd been down here; solitary confinement had a strange way of warping time like that. He hated this place. Not only were the chains wrapped around his arms and legs immensely heavy and freezing cold, but also the room was damp and mossy as well as completely gloomy to look at.

He didn't eat anything they gave him – it was probably full of weird psychic mind-controlling substance anyway. Everytime they came in he would try to engage the slaves into conversation – but obviously their memories and personality had been completely wiped long ago. He vaguely wondered whether he'd end up like that too.

He slipped in and out of consciousness for a while, fatigued and starved but remaining resolute that he wouldn't eat her food. His conscious hours felt like a dream, so when Eva appeared he was completely convinced he'd gone mad.

She appeared out of nowhere, gliding over to him before sitting crossed-leg infront with a weak smile on her face.

"Eva," he whispered, dazed. "Is that you?"

She nodded. "I tried so hard not to bring you here," she said with a sigh, long wavy blonde hair falling about her shoulders with her shining golden eyes assessing her weakened father. Her golden aura had never seemed so bright as it was now. It seemed to focus his energy a little more.

"Where is'here'?" he asked.

"A castle in Scotland, previously owned by a man named Macheath," she said, "She came to him, fatally injured and begging for sanctuary so he gave Her just that – and in return She took his home and threw him in the dungeons."

"Lovely lady," the Doctor muttered sarcastically. Eva smiled, resting her hands on the tight chains binding her father's arms together rigid. There was a tiny hue of golden energy, and slowly the chains slackened slightly. Were he a primitive species the Doctor would've claimed it an act of magic – but he knew that although the psychic's abilities resembled that of a magician's, it was all scientifically possible. He gave Eva a smile.

"Thanks."

"Sorry I can't take them off fully, She'd detect me."

"It's fine," he said quickly. "Are you okay?" was his next question, and she nodded.

"Are mummy and Rory okay? How's Lottie?"

The Doctor's eyebrows lowered in confusion. "Lottie?"

Eva's smile broadened. "Mummy named her Lottie."

He equalled her smile. "That's beautiful," he said before his eyes dropped to the floor, defeat flitting across his features. "…I only wish I could see her and Rory when they grow up."

"You will. You'll watch them grow up daddy, like you should."

The Doctor looked straight into her shining golden eyes – they were telling the truth of what she believed, no doubt about that. He nodded, confident. "You're right," he heard himself say, but right now he wasn't so sure. She detected this, sighing quietly as she shuffled forward and hugged him around his middle, head resting on his chest.

"I promise," she whispered, lingering for just a moment before shimmering away into nothingness, every particle of her being flying into the air and almost absorbed like the sky.

The door clicked open.

"Good morning," Khthonia said with a smile, gazing down at the Doctor still chained and weak.

"It is?" the Doctor asked tiredly, blinking a few times to get her into focus. She didn't reply, merely looked down at the trays of untouched food with a loud tutting sound.

"Why aren't you eating?" She asked gently, moving towards him and kneeling down to cup his chin. He tried to pull away but She waved a hand and he found himself completely paralysed. "I don't want you going hungry."

"Like I'm going to eat any of your food now," the Doctor retorted through gritted teeth, fighting Her control but failing dismally. "Just leave me here to rot."

"But that's no way to treat my future husband," She countered, "you must eat to keep your strength up."

"I'm not interested."

"Oh but sweetheart…" Khthonia began the mushy talk again, waving Her hand once more to make the chains fall limply to the floor and disappear in practically a puff of smoke. "Please, love me. We can be happy together. Have a child. Please be with me," She was begging, "please, I love you."

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Please," She sounded more and more desperate everytime She uttered the word.

"No."

"This is your last chance," She warned, expression now grave.

"It's never gonna happen," he said defiantly, and She drew away, still holding his gaze.

"Then so be it," She said, Her expression suddenly turning into one of contempt for his reply. She raised a hand, outstretching it to him as She slowly began to clench Her fist – and the pain arrived.

Without even aware he had his mouth open he was screaming through the perpetual agony now coursing through his head and limbs, feeling himself lift off of the floor and get launched across the room smashing straight into the stone wall with an unhealthy crack and another fresh burst of pain somewhere around his rib cage.

"I warned you…" She breathed, and strangely he could hear it clearly ringing through his mind when he was screaming too much to hear Her speak. "Now you must pay the price…" She lifted Her hand once more and he went flying to the other side, a ringing pain now in his head from the impact. He fell to the floor, helpless as the chains reworked themselves around his arms and legs to prevent him struggling. He took a breath without even daring to raise his head, for some reason already knowing this was not going to end anytime soon.

Rose Sigma-Tyler and family, Earth, March 2007 AD.

"Bloody 'ell!" were Jackie Tyler's exact words to sum up the moment as she stared at the Ninth Doctor standing plain infront of her, sandwiched between two versions of Rose, a teenage boy that looked alarmingly like the one standing on his right complete with Lottie in her Rose's arms. "What's goin' on 'ere then?"

"Mum, meet the Doctor and Rose Tyler. You might already know 'em."

"Hey Doctor!" Jack gave a wave. "Hey the Doc's ears!"

The Ninth Doctor adopted his 'ignoring you' expression almost instantly. "You're not my friend in the future, are you?"

"Friend?!" Jack queried, raising a suggestive eyebrow. "The future you would me a 'friend', but I prefer 'sex buddy' or 'huggle muffin'."

The younger Doctor did not seem impressed.

Jack turned away, resigned, "Wow, forgot how emo you used to be…"

"Used to be?" Rose Tyler queried. "What happened…?"

Rose Sigma-Tyler's eyes seemed to travel down, disconnecting.

"He…changed."

"Regenerated," the Ninth Doctor supplied, moving over to the baby in Jackie's arms. "And this was all I left?"

"This too," Jack extended a hand with the ring out to the Ninth Doctor, who took it, examining it closely along with the older Rory's scrutiny. "That's his wedding ring."

"Hmm…"

Rose Sigma-Tyler sat down on the nearest available sofa, tired from worry whilst the boys continued to observe the ring together. The younger Rory took his placer next to her whilst the younger Rose sat down on the chair opposite, her expression one of bewilderment.

"So what's this…changed Doctor like?" the younger Rose suddenly asked, staring intently at her future counterpart.

Rose Sigma-Tyler smiled slightly. "He's thin yet with good muscles, amazing teeth and a grin that melts me everytime he gives me it. He's got thick brown hair that he can't control; makes it easy to ruffle up. He's got sideburns and deep brown eyes that are always sparkling full of life, and in the right light he gets freckles that are gorgeous. He always wears a suit with converses and a long tan coat that bounces about when he jumping around. He's so childish and happy all the time…and I love him."

"He sounds incredible," Rose Tyler said with a smile. "Just my kinda guy."

"He is," Rose Sigma-Tyler agreed, looking over at the other Doctor. He was holding up the ring to the light, as if trying to get some sort of feeling from it.

"Seems strange for him just to leave his ring," Jack was saying, Rory nodding in agreement. "There's gotta be somethin' 'bout it, right?"

"Okay, let's run this through," the Ninth Doctor began, digging about inside his pocket for something as he looked around at the gathered group. "He's lost, taken by someone capable of using extreme parapsychology – which we don't know the origins of yet – to do something to him we're also not sure of, though pretty sure it's not for cookies and cake," he said, taking out the TARDIS key and raising it towards the ring. "Then suddenly a baby appears on the doorstep, don't know how, don't know why…she comes with a note a ring we know belongs to him. What can we do?" he asked rhetorically, withdrawing the Sonic Screwdriver and pressing it against the TARDIS key, flicking it on. "This."

The room suddenly was enveloped in bright white light; the babies started crying as Jackie cried out in shock, simulated pictures forming in the whiteness as though it was actually around them.

They were in space.

"It'll fix a point and focus," the Doctor was saying loud and strong, reassuring them. "Just keep focused."

Then they began to move – or rather, the image did. Rose Sigma-Tyler couldn't help but wonder the uncanny resemblance it had to The Mummy Returns as they were suddenly thrown onto a rollercoaster ride across the infinite space. They were travelling even faster than the speed of light, a blur of planets and stars as the scenery suddenly stopped moving, focused on a Solar System.

"That's the Solar System of Earth," the Doctor explained before they began to move again, this time stopping and focusing on a galaxy. "Milky Way," he said, frowning, "He hasn't left the Galaxy."

Once again they zoomed across the Galaxy, passing Pluto, Neptune, Uranus…the younger Rory recited the names of them under his breath as he held onto his mother tightly in anxiety. Finally with a bone juddering halt the picture came to a stop, this time with a clear picture of Earth infront of them.

"He hasn't even left the planet," the teenage Rory said, bewildered. "Does that mean the person who took him is human?"

"Sheisn't human,"Rose Sigma-Tyler spat through gritted teeth, "She's a monster."

But before it could be elaborated they were off again, zooming straight down through the Earth's atmosphere to the countries below. They focused on the United Kingdom, cutting straight down and northwards towards Scotland, getting progressively faster and faster. They went further north up Scotland, zooming in on a point northwest of the country. They went in further and further spiralling downwards in chaos before focusing on a castle, and passing over the moat straight in through the front door.

It swivelled downwards, staring at the floor before it began to accelerate downwards through the concrete. They passed parapsychological barriers and heavy security, down, down, down into its dark depths until they reached a dungeon, dank and formidable looking. Both Rose's swallowed. It slowed down considerably as it turned down various off hanging corridors, though still went fast. It was going straight for a barred door as the end of the corridor, passing through it. A flash of purple shone in all their visions before a half-dead scream echoed through the entire flat, one of utter agony."

The picture turned to white and faded almost instantaneously, leaving the group in the flat staring at one another. The ones that knew him recognised that scream.

"I want him back," Rose Sigma-Tyler said firmly, tears welling up in her eyes. "I want him back, now."

A/N: On another note, it feels weird updating only one story…do you get that? It feels weird. Really must write another.