The mattress decompressed beside her, and Rose rolled over in the dimly lit room to see the Doctor laying back. His eyes were closed, hand on his forehead pushing hair from his tired face. He was, to her great surprise, stripped down to his pants and a thin t-shirt.
Scooting closer, she replaced his hand against his hair with her own, carding her fingers through the flopping locks the same way he liked even back when it was gravity defying.
He sighed, tension leaving him, and he snaked an arm around her to hold her closer. "Sorry I woke you." He mumbled.
"Wasn't really asleep," She replied. "Have any luck?"
"No," He said softly, cracking his weary eyes open a tiny bit. "Finding the location of living matter is easy, but its earliest form, when it still needed a signal from a host, that's actually harder to determine than I thought." He sighed. "I think I've found one, but I haven't slept for weeks."
Rose paused her in her carding, chastising him with his proper name.
"I know." He relented. "But it's already been a time. She's Amy, she's still spunky and unafraid, but there are signs, subtle ones, that her proper form is too far along. I'm worried we may not make it there in time, and who knows what's going to happen to Amy and the little one?"
He was doing his best to put on a neutral face, but the genuine fear and heartache of the situation was trickling through their bond.
Withdrawing her hand from his hair, she wrapped her arms around him as best she could and held him. His skin was cooler than normal, making her muscles twitch just slightly as her legs looped over his and the patch of exposed skin on her abdomen cam in contact with a patch of his.
"You're doing all you can." She reminded him. "We will find them, and when we do we'll do everything we can to get her and the baby back. Get some rest, Love, and when we wake, we'll check out this possible lead you've found."
"That simple, is it?" He said with a tiny grin.
"Well, 's us, so probably not. But simple has never been a priority, has it?" She teased. "Worried more about you right now, though. Never seen you go so long without sleep."
"Never did see what I was like in my ninth life." He commented.
"Oh, explains the moods swings, then." She grinned with her tongue between her teeth.
He stared at it. "Lost a significant amount of sleep thinking of that, too." He commented.
"Did you?"
He grinned, then leaned in and kissed her. "Think I'm about to lose just a bit more." He said as he pulled her over him.
Rose chuckled, kissing him again until she found his mind pull back and his lips go slack. She sat back on her heels from how she straddled his waist, grinning amusedly down at the passed out Time Lord beneath her.
"I'll try not to take that too personally." She told his sleeping form, to which he replied with a light snore.
Shaking her head, Rose gently moved herself back over to her side of the bed, laying down as close to the Doctor as she could, barely daring to rest her head on his chest.
Slowly, to the TARDIS's hum and the thrum of his hearts beating, Rose fell asleep.
~DWDWDW~
The Doctor was studying the console when Rose found him in the morning. He wasn't fully dressed, almost like he'd woken up, put on enough clothes to be decent, but didn't bother beyond that. His tweed jacket was draped over the jumpseat, his bow-tie a strip of cloth around his neck. His bracers were hanging at his sides, and he hadn't bothered with his waistcoat.
He was a disheveled, handsome mess, and Rose went to his side to help straighten him out. He gave her a nervous smile. "I think I found the earliest point, but I might need to check it out up close." He said as she took his bracers and put them over his shoulders. "Problem is, not sure the Ponds should be there. I … I don't know how Amy will react to knowing she's been channeled into a separate entity."
"Well," Rose said as she moved to his bow-tie, tying it up as she considered what could happen. "How about we drop you off, tell them that you're going to a planet that's not the best for humans, and I would even suffer while there, and we go somewhere else. Or wait in the TARDIS." She suggested as she smoothed out the bow-tie.
The Doctor smiled at her lovingly. "Yes, of course." He said as he stroked her cheeks. "And I suppose this avoidance of an adventure is your way of telling me you're not best impressed with my falling asleep as we were about to …."
She smacked him gently on the chest, causing him to chuckle.
"Was happier you were sleeping. Running yourself ragged, you are. And I think we both know that once you figure this all out you won't stop until …."
"We're outta tea." Amy declared, her voice cutting Rose off with a shot of cold fear for nearly being caught out. "Gotta stop off somewhere." Amy added, stopping a few feet away from them and looking between them.
"Tea," The Doctor said incredulously. "You're … tea?"
"Tea, yes." Amy said, staring at him. "That beverage you enjoy so bloody much with your jammie-dodgers and custard creams."
"Right." The Doctor said, his thoughts flying faster than Rose could keep up with. She caught snippets: the word "tea" repeated, the excuse of sending the Ponds shopping, something about fish and chips.
Before he could open his mouth to let loose one of the many excuses he had, the TARDIS alarms went off, and the Time Ship's panic shot through to Rose before the whole ship shook.
"What the bloody hell is going?" Rose asked, barely managing to grab the edge of the console.
"Solar Tsunami. Remember what I was saying earlier, we were hovering in orbit around the location." The Doctor replied.
"Which was?" Rose asked before another violent shake.
"Earth."
"Rose, Doctor, Amy!" Rory called from the corridor, and Rose glimpsed him being tossed about in the corridor and trying to find anything he could grab hold of to steady himself.
The Doctor tried to throw the dematerialization switch, and found it did nothing. Rose tried a couple levers and knobs, but nothing seemed to help.
"Crash landing!" The Doctor called out. "Down to the floor."
Amy and Rory did as they were told, covering their heads. The Doctor stepped over to Rose, arms around her as they gripped the console edge. Bracing themselves, they waited until the last of the tremors finished before daring to move.
Muscles relaxing after being braced for the worst, Rose slowly straightened up.
"There, textbook landing." The Doctor said behind her.
"For you, maybe." She grumbled as she straightened. "You two alright?" Rose asked, stepping under the Doctor's arm to check on their companions.
"Bit shaken up." Rory said as he got back up on his wobbly feet. "Sorta glad I had a light breakfast. Have we really landed?"
"Yes," The Doctor said. "That last bit of shaking was the TARDIS making it down to Earth."
"Well, shall we see where we landed?" Amy asked as Rory helped her to her feet. She moved as if she expected it to be a lot more difficult than it was, arching her back. "Maybe they'll have a little shop where we can grab some tea."
"Only one way to know." The Doctor said, grabbing his jacket and darting for the door.
Rose followed, already wearing her favorite jacket with her typical outfit of jeans and a jumper with boots. She nearly collided with her husband as she stopped just outside the TARDIS doors, staring up at the ancient building.
"Behold! A cockerel! Love a cockerel." He declared as Rory and Amy stepped out behind them. "And, underneath, a monastery, 13th century."
"Don't have a good rep with monasteries." Rose said as she put her hands on her hips.
"Yes, well, you didn't dress quiet so reservedly in your fifties." The Doctor commented. "Took a bit after your mother on that one." He added, earning him a slap on the chest.
"So medieval this go," Amy commented.
"I'm not sure about that." Rory countered.
"Medieval expert, are you?" She asked him, folding her arms and looking at her husband expectantly.
"No, it's just that I can hear Dusty Springfield." He commented, gesturing toward the monastery.
Rose strained to listen, catching the rifts of a song faintly in the air. "Suppose you can. Guess we follow the sound, eh?" She said, though the Doctor was already starting to move away.
While the logical move would have been to the small set of stairs leading into the monastery, he stopped at the fairly large hole in the ground between those stairs and the TARDIS. Rose noted the pipe with the "DANGER - CORROSIVE" written on the side, her insides twisting at the thought of what it could be.
"These fissures are new. The solar tsunami sent out a huge wave of gamma particles. This was caused by a magnetic quake that occurred just before the wave hit." The Doctor explained gesturing to the one before them and a few spots that looked about the same not very far off.
"Well, the monastery's standing." Amy said, looking to the plus side.
"For now," The Doctor acknowledge.
"And these magnetic quakes? Something we'll have to worry about happening again?" Rory asked.
"Likely. Entirely likely." The Doctor said with a nod, squinting up at Rory.
"So perhaps we should move away from the exposed pipe with something corrosive inside?" He suggested.
"Yes, excellent idea, Rory. Though inside might not be much better, mind. But still, inside we should go. Satisfy our rabid curiosity." The Doctor said, standing up and heading toward the wooden stair case Rose thought he was going to before.
Amy followed immediately, but Rory lingered a moment, looking up at the monastery with a twinge of heartache. Rose waited, and he seemed to suddenly realize it. "My Mum was a massive fan of Dusty Springfield." He admitted.
"Mine hated her." Rose, said, shrugging. "But can't listen to Genesis for anything after Mum …."
"Yeah," Rory said with a heavy sigh. He then gestured for them to follow their spouses, and Rose nodded, walking close to Rory until the stairs wouldn't allow them to.
Beyond the wall was the monastery courtyard, and it was easy to see why the Doctor's "for now" was more than an accurate response. There was already significant damage to many of the buildings, some being no more than ruins. It surprised Rose that any one dared play music loud enough to be heard outside simply for the fear that the vibrations would cause more of the structure to crumble.
The Doctor was scanning the area with his sonic, Amy looking around the ancient building.
"This is it," The Doctor said over the bond. "We're here."
"How're we gonna find anything out?" Rose asked as he headed toward the next set of wooden stairs. She, Amy, and Rory followed.
"How we usually do: lie about who we are." He replied, through their bond, pausing at the top of the stairs and waiting for the rest of them to catch up. Rose was nearly beside him when she heard Rory cry out behind her.
She whipped around, expecting to see some form of danger, only to find Rory shaking his hand vigorously.
"What happened?" She asked as Amy took Rory's injured hand and looked at it.
"Hand touched the pipe," Rory pointed over his shoulder, the various curses he didn't say dancing in his eyes.
"Acid." The Doctor said, sounding almost dismissive. "They're pumping acid off this island. That's old stuff. Fresh acid? You wouldn't have a finger."
"What the bloody hell would a monastery need to pump acid out for? And where the bloody hell would they ship it off to?" Rose asked.
The Doctor smirked. "Language, Ms Tyler. You are in, for all intents and purposes, a church."
"Faced the devil already, not sure I can get much worse for swearing in a religious place." She countered with a small smirk of her own.
Before the Doctor could go into his normal, long explanation of acid uses and the like, and alarm went off from inside the monastery. A computerized voice declared the presence of intruders, and the four of them looked to one another.
"There are people coming." The Doctor mused with glee for a moment before sobering. "Well, almost."
"Almost coming?" Amy asked.
"Almost people." The Doctor countered before turning and heading inside.
Rose followed, catching that Amy had to go back for Rory a moment but they soon caught up.
The Doctor lead the way, tracing something with his sonic, checking occasionally over his shoulder to ensure everyone was close by. Up a set of spiral stairs, he lead them into a mostly empty looking room where something that looked like a table from a mad-scientist's lab were placed in front of the deep set windows on a tilt. In three of the four of these strange, grated, human shaped contraptions was a human. Eyes closed, dressed in an orange jump suit that reminded Rose of a prisoner's kit, the sight of them made the hairs on the back of Rose's neck stand on end as she balled her hands into fists.
"What are all these harnesses for?" Amy asked, keeping near Rory but looking about.
"Uh, the almost people?" Rory guessed.
"What are they, prisoners? Or are they meditating, or what?" Amy asked, tugging on the Doctor's arm to get his attention.
"Well, at the moment, they fall into the 'or what' category." He replied.
"Not comforting, Doctor." Rose snapped.
"Wasn't meant to be, Sweetheart." He said back, a touch of gruffness in his voice likely mirrored from the one in hers.
"Halt and remain calm." A computerized voice echoed into the room.
"Well, we've halted. How are you doing on the calm front? Already know Rose is wired up." The Doctor quipped with a weak grin as footsteps came from the stair way.
Rose placed herself between the Doctor and who ever was coming, instinctively knowing that Rory and Amy were already behind him. She watched as people emerged the way the came up. Two guys, and a small girl who reminded Rose a bit of her daughter. Maybe … maybe possibly an older version of … someone. A girl like Jenny but with dark hair and eyes like her first Doctor's. Or maybe someone else? Rose couldn't quite place her finger on it, and trying was giving her a headache.
On either side of her, the men held spear like things pointed toward her. Dark hair to the left, probably in his forties, blond to the right, no older than thirty.
"Don't move," the blond one commanded, his accent sounding quite a bit like Amy's.
The men crept forward slowly, the girl looking all the world like a terrified child.
"Stay back, Jen. We don't know who they are." The dark haired one said, and Rose's heart lurched for a moment.
"So let's ask them." Jen replied, and her accent felt like enough to ease the worry that Rose was looking at her daughter regenerated. "Who the hell are you?" The girl asked, her fear fading.
"Well, I'm the Doctor, and this is Rose, and Amy, and Rory, and it's all very nice, isn't it?" The Doctor said, clapping his hands behind Rose before putting his hands on her shoulders.
"Hold up," Amy's voice came from behind, though Rose couldn't pull her eyes away from the weapons pointed at them. "You're all … what are you all, like, identical twins?" She asked.
Rose fleetingly glanced about, noting the two men were identical to two of the men in the harness things.
"They're living matter." The Doctor told her privately, his voice stronger with his thumbs against her neck. "These are almost people."
"This is an Alpha-grade industrial facility. Unless you work for the military or Morpeth Jetson, you are in big trouble." Another woman, this one without an accent, said as she came toward them wearing something that looked a lot like a space suit. She had another man with her, one likely in between the ages of the other two, while she herself was clearly not only in charge but the oldest. She had a cold stare that made Rose's fight instincts tingle a touch more.
"Actually, you're in big trouble." The Doctor said as he stepped out from behind Rose. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the psychic paper, opening the bill fold and showing it to the lady in charge.
She frowned, bordering on scoffing, as she took the paper and examined it. "Meteorological department, since when?"
"Since you were hit by a solar wave." The Doctor countered.
"Which we survived." She practically shrugged off.
"Just, by the look of it." The Doctor gestured around. "And there's a bigger one on the way."
"Which we'll also survive." She stated before looking at the man at her side. "Dicken, scan for bugs."
"Arrogant, you are." Rose commented as she, the Doctor, and the Ponds backed up toward the wall while the man named Dicken came toward them with a scanner.
"Wouldn't say that," The woman replied. "Just making sure we don't have any trespassers coming through here."
"Get that a lot?" Rose countered.
"Army owned factory, Rose." The Doctor explained. "Bound to have people coming through here. 22nd century, people are getting more antsy as politics and the like start falling apart. No one trusts anyone, least of all the military."
"You're army?" Amy asked the woman with a disbelief.
"No, love, we're contractors." She countered, glancing between them and the psychic paper.
"It's okay, boss." Dicken said as he finished his scan.
Rose noted the disappointment that flashed over the woman's face at the news, but thought it best to keep it to herself for the time being.
"Alright, weatherman, your ID checks out." She said extending the psychic paper toward the Doctor who stepped forward and took it. "If there's another solar storm, what are you going to do about it? Hand out sunblock?" She mocked, her lips curling slightly into a grin.
The Doctor forced a laugh. "I need to see your critical systems." He said as he pocketed the paper.
"Which one?" The woman asked him suspiciously.
The Doctor's face grew serious. "You know which one," He said with meaning.
She nodded once. "Let us get out of these acid suits." She said, reaching up and removing her helmet, Dicken doing the same. Once they were both stripped of the suits, the woman turned, and beckoned for them to follow her. Rose heard the shuffle of more than just the Ponds, and glanced to see the whole lot of them were following, though now the spears were being propped against a door as the passed into the next room.
Inside was a slight bit smaller than the other room, but that could easily be due to the large, white vat of something bubbling, and the smaller tub like thing attached to it by tubbing. Rose stayed close to the Doctor as they walked into the room, eyeing the substance while sharing in his awe and wonder.
"And there you are." He mumbled out loud, running his hand over the edge of the vat.
"Meet the government's worst kept secret: the flesh." The leader said as she looked to each of them. "It's fully programmable matter. In fact, it's even learning to replicate itself at a cellular level." She said with near disinterest and absolutely no concern.
"Right. Brilliant." Amy nodded along before admitting. "Lost."
"Okay," The woman said, looking at Amy with an insult just behind her eyes. Rose took a deep breath, forcing herself not to say anything. "Once a reading's been taken, we can manipulate its molecular structure into anything, replicate a living organism down to the hairs on its chinny-chin-chin." She mocked, looking them over. "Even clothes. Everything's identical: eyes, voice."
"Mind, soul," The Doctor interjected as if he was only half paying attention to what he was doing as he leaned on the edge of the vat, hands folded thoughtfully.
"Don't be fooled, Doctor. It acts like life, but it still needs to be controlled by us from those harnesses you saw." The woman mocked.
"Wait," Rory said, turning toward her. "So … you're flesh now?" he said, gesturing to the woman in an up and down motion.
She smirked, maybe taking Rory's movements as a flirt. "I'm lying in a harness back in that chamber." She said, gesturing to the door they just came through. "We all are, except Jennifer here. Don't be scared. This thing? Just like operating a forklift truck."
"Controlling another living thing is like operating a truck?" Rose asked, arching a brow.
"It's living, yes, but it has no mind of its own. Without our connection to it, it is nothing more then, well, sorta like moss."
"Like moss?" Rose repeated incredulously. "Right, okay." She couldn't believe the gall, and while there was so much she wanted to say on the subject, including insulting the woman's current form, she held back. Amy was, after all, flesh. Who knew how she would react after she found out and they got the proper her back. Their friendship was solid, and if Amy thought that maybe the whole thing was a product of the flesh they may go right back to square one.
"The acid is so dangerous, we were losing a worker every week." The woman reasoned. "So now we mine the acid using these dopplegangers, or 'gangers'. If these bodies get burnt or fall in the acid …."
"Then who he hell cares, right, Jen?" Said the man with the dark hair who had been protecting her before. It seemed as if that protectiveness was only temporary, and now that the immediate danger passed she was on her own.
She looked puzzled and a little terrified, looking at the man and then to the time travelers while ringing her hands.
"Well," She said, "the nerve endings automatically cut off. Like airbags being discharged. Except, we wake up and get a new ganger." She explained as if trying to counter an unmade accusation.
Rose glanced at the dark haired guy, but seen no real animosity coming from him. Perhaps just a minor tiff from before their arrival.
As the other man and the woman were speaking, Rose noticed her husband leaning toward the vat at the same time a slight tickle in her mind was abruptly cut off before it started. The Doctor looked as if he was listening to the liquid flesh, and then hurriedly dug into his pocket for his sonic. He pulled it out, scanning the flesh before him.
"What's he up to?" The dark-haired man called out. "What are you up to, pal?"
"Doctor?" Rose asked as it looked as if he was having a hard time pulling his arm back.
"Stop it," he said to the vat. He groaned as he managed to pull his arm back, the force sending it upward. He rubbed at his shoulder. "Strange." He panted. "For a moment there, it was like it was scanning me." He tucked his sonic away then hesitantly reached a hand out toward the liquid flesh. His hand was shaking, and he looked as if he were straining to pull away as the woman protested he stop. With a few grunts of pain, he finally managed to pull away. Breathing heavily, he stared at the vat in wonder. "I understand," he said, slowly opening his bond back up to Rose.
"What happened?" She asked him as a lot of gibberish flitted through her mind.
"I felt it in my mind," He replied, pushing his hair off his forehead. "I reached out to it, and it to me. You have no idea. No idea." He shook his head as he glanced at the woman who was running the show.
"Don't fiddle with the money, Doctor." She warned.
"How can you be so blinkered?" He asked. "It's alive, so alive! You're piling your lives, your personalities directly into it."
Rose looked at the liquid in the vat, and some of that gibberish made sense. The flesh was overwhelmed, filled beyond what it ever should be of human life and no way to actually do anything with it. If she strained, Rose could almost sense it at the edge of her mind.
Before she could experiment with that link, a flicker of lightning and a crash of thunder sounded just outside the monastery, and Rose looked about the room at all the electrical equipment.
"Twenty-second century, you said? Not that far advanced when it comes to safe proofing against lightning. Probably wise to get out of the room filled with electrical equipment, yeah? Especially seeing as how we're in an old building."
"Right you are, Sweetheart, but it's not the lightning you have to worry about." The Doctor said just as the ground, and therefore the building, shook. "It's the solar storm."
"How so?" Amy asked, the panic evident in her voice as she clutched at her abdomen.
"The first waves comes in pairs: pre-shock then full shock." The Doctor explained. "It's close."
"Buzz, have we got anything from the mainland yet?" The woman asked, unconcerned.
"No comms are still too jammed with radiation." The dark hair man said.
"Okay, then we'll keep pumping acid until the mainland says stop. Now, Doctor, Sweetheart." The woman said mockingly. "Why don't you and your interns stand back and let us impress you."
The tub portion slowly began to fill with liquid from the vat, and the Doctor and Rose moved to stand opposite of Amy and Rory at the sides of it. As the liquid levels rose, strings of matter began to form that looks like long, loose threads or dark strands of hair. More and more floated to the surface when the liquid stopped flowing, the stillness of the substance eerie in a way Rose couldn't explain. Slowly, the liquid pulled back as if it were draining, but a silhouette of a human remained. A mouth opened, goo strands sticking together where lips should be. Nostrils came next, and the mouth moved as if to gasp for air. Eyes came neck, and they opened to look like something reptilian. The face, as it came to form, looked sort of aquatic. A moment later, it looked as if it were trying to Jen, then as it sat up with a gasp it was Jen.
Rose was mildly embarrassed by how, as the Doctor jumped back, she did so as well and stood in front of him. That was, however, until she noticed nearly everyone else also jumped back a bit.
"Well," The Doctor said behind her. "I can see why you keep it in a church. The miracle of life."
"Please tell me this was not how your Jenny was formed?" Amy asked.
"There would have had to have been an original Jenny for it to happen like that." The Doctor replied, a worried edge to his tone.
"Guys, we need to get to work." The woman declared, and the blond man from earlier came over to the newly formed Jen and got her out of the tub.
"Okay, everybody. Let's crack on." He said as he heaved her out.
"Did I mention the solar storm?" The Doctor said as if the whole lot were idiots. A flash of lightning paired with a crash of thunder that shook the building punctuated his sentence. "You need to get out of here."
"Well where do you want us to go?" The blond man asked. "We're on a tiny island."
"We can get you all off it." The Doctor reassured.
"Don't be ridiculous, we've got a job to do." The woman scoffed.
"And you're risking your lives for it." Rose countered.
"Now you see why we use the gangers, Sweetheart." The woman mocked.
"More than just your lives as gangers, your proper lives you bleeding idiot. You're in an ancient building, one that's crumbling already, and you're harvesting, or mining, or whatever, a corrosive substance. May not have gotten my A levels, but I'm helluva lot more clever than you are if you're thinking it's worth sticking around this place."
"She's right, boss." The blond noted. "If the storm comes back we should at least be underground. The factory's seen better days, and the acid pipes might not withstand another hit."
The woman looked at him over her shoulder. "We have two hundred tons of acid to pump out. We fall behind, we stay another rotation, anyone want that?"
"Please," The Doctor said as an alarm started going off. He took the woman's arm and pulled her aside, whispering to her low enough that Rose couldn't hear. He looked serious, if not a touch desperate, and while she didn't seem to look as high and mighty as she had before she pulled away from him nonetheless.
She moved to a control on the tub where the Jen ganger came out, pointedly ignoring the Doctor and the alarms.
"I need to check the progress of the storm," The Doctor said, snapping his fingers at a hesitant looking Jen. "Monitoring station." He repeated more urgently.
"Three lefts, a right, and a left. Third door on your left." Jen replied.
The Doctor gave her a thumbs up, and a small grin. "Thank you." He said, taking Rose's hand before pulling her from the room at a run. He followed Jen's instructions, bringing them into a small, circular room where there were about four computers in the middle, also formed in a circle. Smoke rose from the middle, and Rose could smell the burning of wires in the air even before the sparks started.
"Wave's disturbing the Earth's magnetic field," he started in a panic as he let go of her hand and went for one of the monitors. Rose followed, taking up the one next to him. On the surface, she didn't quite understand what she was seeing even with the Doctor's ramblings. But the more she stared the more she understood the rising levels of power and how dangerously overloaded the circuits were. She grasped that it was only going to get worse with the way the solar flares were over working the panels.
"Amy, breathe." She heard the Doctor say before he was out the door.
"Yeah, I mean, thanks. I'll try." She said, unsure what was happening as much as Rose.
"You two don't go far, and stay together." Rose instructed as she darted past them and followed the direction she was sure her husband would take.
She caught sight of him once she got up to the battlement, noting he was already heading for the ladder leading up the massive weather vane.
"Would you wait for me?" She asked as she ran full tilt to catch up to him.
"Can't. Flares are coming in fast, and we can't have this place going up."
She paused a moment as a massive shock hit her hand, causing her intense pain. Rose barely caught her breath before she realized that it didn't actually happen to her.
"Doctor!" She yelled, coming around in time to see him messing with the open electrical box. She yelled at him again, only this time through the bond and using his proper name.
Before he could think or say anything back at her, lightning struck the weather van, and the Doctor's body jolted. Rose realized after only feeling a tingle that he'd cut his bond off from her before she felt the magnitude of his pain. Which may have been for the best as he lost his grip on the latter, lost consciousness it seemed, and fell backward.
She knew she wasn't strong enough to catch him, but that didn't stop Rose from trying to anyway. The Doctor knocked her to the ground, her head slamming into the stone of the battlement, and the world went black.
A/N: And so begins this segment of our story. Slower start, I know. Both this and the "Almost People" were long so both are split into 2 parts.
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