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Chapter Five: Her plan

"Mickey, I think I prefer you chained up," the Doctor said, with his sonic screwdriver in one hand trying to open the handcuffs that chained Mickey onto the cell wall,

"What'd my mum say if you just left him here though?" I asked him.

"It's not what she'd say that scares me, it's more what she does,"

"Not scared of another slap, are you?" I teased.

"On second thoughts Mickey, lets get you out of these," the Doctor said, mock serious. After about ten minutes I heard the click of the last hand cuff meaning that Mickey was out of the chains.

"Right, now for the cell door," said the Doctor moving over the prison cell and using the sonic screwdriver, "no, no, you can't have ran out of battery, not now!" he moaned.

"Doctor, you're not telling me that your screwdriver runs on batteries now are you?" I asked him teasingly

"Yeah, it does! And it has to choose the most inappropriate time to run out of power!" he shouted, clearly rather frustrated. I walked over to him and put my arm around his shoulder.

"Sh... it's alright, we'll get out of this, I'm not gonna let you get burnt at the stake, or... or boiled in a vat of wine," I said soothingly

"Who said anything about being burnt on the stake?" asked Mickey the worry obvious in his voice

"That's what they'll do when they find out I've got two hearts," said the Doctor remorsefully

"We're not gonna let that happen, we'll find a way out, I promise, there's gotta be a way, there's always a way," I tried to assure him, if only I believed it myself. I was used to a confident, smiling happy Doctor, not a man so unsure of himself, he didn't know what to do, who'd forgot everything he'd ever strived to achieve, it was truly heartbreaking.

"So, is there any way we could recharge your sonic screwdriver, I've got my phone on me, could we use that battery?" I asked, hoping that maybe we wouldn't be stuck in 18th century France for the rest of our lives,

"Rose, you're a genius!" he exclaimed, his entire face lightening up, holding out his hand for my phone, reaching one hand into my pocket I passed him it. He started fiddling with talking to himself in what must have been Gallifreyian as it was the only language the Doctor wouldn't let the TARDIS translate for me, and I couldn't understand him. Within a few minutes a massive grin spread over his face, I looked at him expectantly.

"I've done it, it just needs... a few hours to charge fully, but until then we'll have to entertain ourselves," he seemed so happy that I couldn't bear to burst his bubble and tell him that if I could have chosen one place to have fun, personally it wouldn't have been a cell in France. Let alone pre-revolutionary France.

"And how are we gonna do that?" I asked.

"I dunno, there's no TARDIS to fix, so I'm stumped. Mickey, any ideas?" the Doctor questioned, but before Mickey even had the chance to answer, we heard footsteps. Realising that we were all untied and the rope lying on the floor, we all sprung into action.

Mickey got his wrists and ankles back into the handcuffs. I grabbed a piece of rope and tied it around my legs and hopped back onto my chair putting my hands behind my back, figuring that there wasn't time to tie them together. The Doctor did the same as me sitting on the other chair and holding on to my hands. Rather tightly I thought.

"They're in this one Madame," I heard one of the guards say gruffly.

"Merci monsieur," the woman replied, I recognised that voice, it was Reinette. After a few more footsteps she came to stop out side our cell bars.

"Doctor, listen, you have all been put in here for abducting me. The courts on Monday, but there is no chance of you leaving as a free man. You're are most likely to be burnt at the stake as you never seem to age and it is thought of as being witchcraft - ,"

"Thanks for that Reinette, unless you've got a plan to get us out of this mess, we really don't wanna hear how we're all gonna die," I cut her off.

"Thank you Rose." I could hear the hatred in her voice, she continued, "As I was saying, I am going to slip some herbs into the guards supper tonight so that they will go into a heavy sleep for around three hours, which should give you enough time to get out of this cell, into your ship, and back to where you belong,"

"But Reinette, what about you?" the Doctor asked her, anxiously.

"Doctor, I am not going with you. I belong here, with Louis this is my home, not in your ship,"

"But Reinette," he pleaded

"There is no 'but' Doctor, I have made my choice, there is no other way and I will not have you killed," and with that she left. I felt the Doctor loosen his grip on my hand, even without looking at him, I could picture his face, looking unsure and lost. I set about undoing my roughly prepared ties around my legs and I could hear Mickey come out of his chains, then I walked around to face the Doctor. He looked just as I had imagined, but worse.

"Doctor, she's made her choice, there's nothing you can do about it," I tried to reason with him,

"But Rose, I've wasted a year of her life-"

"You wasted a year of mine too, but I'm still travelling with you, and you know what? I wouldn't have missed it for the world," I cut him off.

o...O...o

It only took us several minutes to realise that there was nothing to do in this cell. We'd been through all of the obvious, playing I-spy, and such like but seeing as we could only do 'straw' and 'wall' it was a very short lived and boring game. The Doctor kept checking on the progress of his charging sonic screwdriver, giving us all too regular updates, 30 charged, 31 charged, 32 charged, and so on, when it got up to 42 charged, Mickey gave in and told him to shut up. Well words to that effect. I started to think of all the places I'd rather be; shopping, drinking tea, watching the Doctor fix the TARDIS, and watching re-runs of old T.V shows, were only a few. There was nothing to do at all. I suppose I'd just have to wait until the guards went to sleep to get out of here, I never liked waiting and I was never patient.