Apologies for such a late update, basically I messed up the chapter numbers and freaked out thinking I was really behind with the writing but turns out I wasn't so you should expect an update much soon than this one! Hope your still enjoying it, sorry about the cliff-hangers, I love them so much ha-ha! Don't forget to review!
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Chapter 11:

The Doctor had been running for some time now and had fully underestimated the distance between the house and where he landed his TARDIS. It didn't help much either that because of the number of trees, even if the Doctor had noticed the significant drop in land and overall greater distance to cover, he wouldn't even be able to land the TARDIS anywhere near the house. It was completely surrounded by trees!

Even though his TARDIS could easily just land on them, creating room for herself, there would be a significant gap between large masses of tall trees giving away his position. By landing somewhere empty the TARDIS was covered, safe and hidden meaning once the Doctor rescued Rose they could make an easy getaway. Well not very easy. In fact not easy at all. They'd have to somehow leave the house and run back to the TARDIS.

The Doctor moaned, he didn't know how good a condition Rose was in and whether she would be able to run…if she was even alive…

Shut up! She's alive you idiot, maybe if you stopped mumbling and started running you'd have reached her by now.

With that thought in mind he sped up. Adrenaline was pumping through his system, pushing his muscles far beyond their limit. Fear was spurring him forward, it was like nothing he'd felt before since…since the war…

It was just like then. His entire life was balancing upon one fatal moment and decision. The problem was did he choose the right decision and the right way to go about it? He lost everything…his family, friends…he killed them all. Surely something right and just should not feel this bad, this painful.

His eyes began to fill with unshed tears and fears from the past century or so of his life as he darted between trees, the odd branch catching him against his arm or face, cutting his skin. But he felt no pain, he too shocked to realise that the most joyous, memorable moment of life recent where are filled with images of Rose.

When did she get so close to me?

Was it with the gelth? Daleks? Chrsitmas? When…

This time the Doctor moaned quite loud resembling the sound of a lion as he kicked himself for becoming distracted again.

Run you fool, she needs you now more than she's ever done before.

With that the Doctor stopped all emotions coursing through him. As he finally was in sprinting distance from the house all the pain from running for so long and all the pain from losing her went out the window. All that was left was determination and unknown to himself, a lot of anger.

Night had fallen over Forick and the city's hustle and bustle was coming to an end. But for the Doctor, this was only the beginning.

He was now in open land running like mad towards the house. In the black night the only thing one could see was a tall figure darting faster than any normal human speed towards a house.

No steps or welcoming entrance he ran straight towards it at full speed using his hands braced on the wall to stop himself and then quickly he pressed his back against the wall. He was standing right beside the door.

He paused, shut his eyes and began to regain his breath, allowing his muscles to cool off as they battled for the oxygen they had been deprived of recently. He was taking in deep ragged breathes and slowly he opened his eyes, still watery from the emotion, as he gazed up into the beautiful starry night. How he longed to be there with Rose just travelling around and having fun whilst of course saving the universe.

He chuckled and closed his eyes. Taking one last deep breathe he opened his eyes and a whole different manner took over himself. He was here to save Rose and no one was going to stop him.

He lifted his left arm out stretched and placed his hand on the door handle. Slowly he turned the circular knob and the door opened.

He raised his eyes brows when there was no accompanying squeaky door cringing noise.

Somebody comes here a lot…

The door opened and the Doctor stepped forward, rounding the door and looking into the house. There was only so much the starry night light could light for him, but from what he could see there was only a hallway. No doors, opening lobby or reception. Just a thin narrow hallway.

The Doctor stepped forward, leaving the door open to allow as much light to stream through as he slowly walked forwards.

Using his sonic screwdriver to light the way he noticed no signs, symbols or writing on the walls that were now limiting his movements.

Using his other hands to skim along the wall as he walked through he stopped and noticed the hallway was becoming thinner. It was only just wide enough for one person.

So how the hell did Rose and some other creature get through here?

The Doctor turned around to look back to the door he entered from and noticed it was higher than his line of slight.

It's sloped and I'm underground now…which probably means whoever designed this place his more than one passage way just in case the other should be deemed unusable.

With that the Doctor turned and began to jog down the hallway. In half a minute he saw another door and tried opening it. Having to use his screwdriver because it was locked the Doctor knew he was getting close.

As he opened the door the Doctor found himself in a regular bedroom sized area.

After fiddling with his sonic screwdriver's settings the room became brighter and the Doctor was suddenly faced with large portraits of beautiful women.

In absolutely awe he turned around and gave a lot of attention to each portrait. He recognised five of the six portraits on the wall. Three were young princesses of fellow nations on this planet and the other two he recognised where other royals from other planets. The last one he didn't recognise by name was a Moonder. Silver skin with bloodcurdling deep black eyes that seemed to pierce the soul even when looking at an image of it.

Some of the women were dressed in appropriate royal dress, while others seemed to be quite casual, almost not even noticing the portrait being painted.

Unless they really didn't notice our little painter friend…he seems to take quite a keen interest in fare women.

Grinding his teeth slightly he changed his stance to one of defiance.

You chose the wrong beautiful women…I'll make sure you remember that.

With that he dimmed the light emitting from his screwdriver and headed towards the stairs that seemed to be the only way to progress further into this house.

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