Finally, another update! So what does the Devil want?

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Crash and Burn

The Doctor nodded, what else was he supposed to do. The Rose-Devil grinned, but there was no humour in her eyes.

"You will surrender yourself to me, Doctor."

"Or what?"

"Rose Tyler will be just another victim."

"NO!" He pushed himself up, gripping onto the backs of two of the seats to steady himself, "Rose Tyler is not a victim, never a victim, and neither will you kill these people!"

"Surrender yourself to me or everyone dies." She said calmly.

"Why don't you just take me!" The Doctor roared angrily, he hoped he could get the right answers out of the Devil, or whatever it really was.

"Your own mental abilities stop me. I have been locked away from mortal eyes too long, I am weakened, it will take centuries to harvest the soul energy needed to regain my full strength." As she spoke the voice became deeper, a permanent rumbling growl ran throughout the words. The voice was dark, highly intelligent and very dangerous.

"Why do you need me, why not harvest human souls. Sure I'd be worth a good few humans but I doubt I'm enough to give you everything you need, or do you want me for other reasons."

"Your body is weak physically but mentally you have many advantages."

"There are races with much greater psychic power than mine."

"They do not have access to the time vortex."

"Ah, so you want me for my knowledge, my knowledge of how to fly the TARDIS."

"With your machine I can travel into the vortex, obtain the energy from there."

"Ah so you'd be taking a short cut, instead of travelling the old fashioned way and taking half the soul energy in existence, waiting a couple of centuries for it to increase again, and doing the same, you'd take all the energy you needed out of all the life that has ever existed."

"The remaining life I will mould to suit my purposes, I will not create an army of the possessed but I will reawaken my true legions."

"Ah, very clever, not nice though, awful. Awful, evil and pointless, what happens when there is no one left to wreak terror on? What will you do then? What!"

"With your machine there will always be someone."

"You'd risk creating a thousand paradoxes!"

"I will be above paradoxes, I will be above everything!"

"Not without the TARDIS!"

"I will have your TARDIS!" She roared.

If the Doctor wasn't mistaken he could no longer hear screams, he could see them, but not hear them. The Devil seemed to have muted everyone. In fact it had muted everything. The plane continued to buck and roll, they were all in danger of falling out of the sky. People were fighting each other to get a hold of something, anything to steady themselves. A particularly violent jerk caused the Doctor to grip his seats a little tighter. He set the Rose-Devil with a hard look.

"You bloomin well will not." He said matter of factly. "If I give you what you want everyone dies, if I don't the people on this plane will die."

"You are willing to sacrifice these lives?"

"For the sake of everyone else...yes!"

"You would sacrifice Rose Tyler?"

He faltered at that, could he, would he. Would he be responsible for Rose's death. He would have a chance at regenerating, but Rose, he didn't even want to think about it. He looked up at her now, she was grinning evilly.

Then something happened, the screams came back, the noise came back and the Rose-Devil was flung on top of the Doctor. He pushed her off but she clawed angrily at his face, nails leaving deep scratches. He cried out but didn't give up.

"That's right! Your weak! You can't hold on for much longer!"

A guttural roar, then a jet of flame shot from her mouth, The cuts on his face became more painful as he was scorched.

"I will take her again for I am the Prince of Darkness and cannot be destroyed!" With those words the fire in Rose's eyes died, the markings faded and she slumped to the ground. The plane however was now travelling downwards at an alarming rate. The Doctor scrambled over to Rose whose body had slipped down the aisle. He gathered her into his arms, checking her pulse, she was alive. Of course she was alive.

Only a few people were screaming now. Other's just held each other tightly. Oxygen masks dangled uselessly from the roof. There was no lights nothing, the plane seemed to be completely dead.

"Looks like old horny went a bit to far." The Doctor muttered.

There was a deafening crash as the plane hit what the Doctor presumed was the sea. He looked up as something came flying towards him, felt piercing agony as he was hit on the side of the head, then everything went black.

Rose awoke to a blinding white light, for a moment she thought she had died and gone to heaven but she reasoned with herself that heaven couldn't possibly exist. Then again the Devil seemed pretty dammed real so why not God and heaven and all that. She had a splitting headache, if this was heaven she was going to complain.

Her vision was beginning to focus, she looked about her; small room, white ceiling, floor, walls, a woman in a white coat (a nurse perhaps), and machines that blinked and hummed in a manner that Rose was starting to find very annoying. Mental institution, she shook her head, regretted it and then realised she was in a hospital.

The nurse approached her, clipboard held up, pen poised, Rose groaned. "Can you confirm you are Rose Marion Tyler."

"What?" Rose grimaced, it seemed her head wasn't the only thing that hurt, come to think of it her left leg was also rather sore. She lifted her head, slowly. She grimaced again when she saw the cast. Broken. She gently put her head down on the pillow. What's happened to me she thought.

"Are you Rose Marion Tyler?" The nurse asked again.

"Yes." She croaked.

"Well your husband is here to see you."

"My what?"

"Your husband dear, a Mr John Tyler I believe."

Confused she looked round to the door, a familiar, rather worried looking, figure was standing in the frame, another nurse by his side. He gave her a small wave, a ghost of a smile flickered on his features before they went back to being concerned. She gave him a weak smile, not quite sure why all this was going on. The Doctor wasn't wearing his normal suit but a pair of baggy jeans and a black T-shirt which she had bought him ages ago. The nurse he was standing with brought him over. The other nurse, at Rose's bed, looked at the Doctor suspiciously,

"Are you sure you weren't on that plane sir?"

She was looking pointedly at the injuries on his face. Rose's eyes widened, she hadn't noticed them a moment ago, too wrapped up in her confusion. Where had he got those? What plane? With a sickening jolt she suddenly remembered what had happened. She desperately fought back the wave of nausea that had built up and clutched at her sheets, terrified. They had been on the plane after finding out about the TARDIS and...

"Oh my God." She breathed.

"Oh there just from a bar fight." The Doctor told the nurse, indicating to his injuries. "Don't get the wrong idea, I'm a good boy. Now," he said, his tone serious, "I'd like to speak to my wife in private please." Rose wondered briefly why she was suddenly his wife, then her thoughts went back to the plane.

"Of course sir." The two nurses left, closing the door behind them.

She sat up slowly, wincing with the pain. The Doctor quickly crossed the last few feet to her bed, sat down on the edge and carefully, gently, wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug, kissing the top of her forehead.

"Oh Rose." He whispered.

"Doctor?"

He pulled back slightly, looking her in the eyes, what she saw in his own eyes scared her. He was angry, not at her, and he was also scared. She reached out tentatively and brushed his face with her fingertips. He didn't flinch.

"What happened?"

"What do you remember?" He asked softly.

"I had another dream. I saw the TARDIS, in the tunnel. Then I saw another part of the tunnel, it was all red yeah, and...then I woke up, I was hurting so much and...I can't remember anything else, just sorta, pain and..." She trailed off, hoping the Doctor would fill her in.

"You were possessed."

Her hand flew to her mouth, possessed, well that would explain a lot, she thought.

"What did I do."

"Nothing, you did nothing Rose I want you to understand that."

"Alright," She started, "But why am I in hospital."

"The plane crashed."

"What! Was anyone killed?"

The Doctor nodded, "Five people."

"What did it want, the Devil?"

"The TARDIS." He said simply.

"Oh my God. The TARDIS is at the end of that tunnel thing, isn't it?"

"Yes, I think so, it would explain the dreams."

"What do you mean, why would the Devil show me the TARDIS, it would just give it away wouldn't it?"

The Doctor looked thoughtful, "Perhaps the Devil wasn't the only one behind those dreams."

Sorry it took me so long to update, I lost the file and had to rewrite the chapter from memory. As always your comments are very useful. I need to know whether all that made sense. I will explain why the Doctor wasn't in hospital as well, and who else was sending the dream to Rose in the next chapter though. But if there is anything I have missed, tell me.

Also as this is AU I have made up the whole "I am weakened thing." As i doubt that was the case in the actual episodes.

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