Author's Notes: Getting closer to the part me and Terra are waiting for… need to build it up though girl! I've dropped dancing on a Monday, because I'm in Florida for my tap exam! So I won't be doing it! Just getting moved up anyway! D Only a short chappy but at least it's an update! Hope you all enjoy!

Finally renamed this… it's now Troublesome! D

taby42: I loved Recovery, didn't you? I cried loadsa times though! Yeah… umm about that… the Doctor has three left, right? Don't you think the TARDIS might of realised that? Hint Hint she's twisted it – she has three left like him! D

bex19: Here I am! Another chapter! D

WeasleyGirl-DoctorRose: Well, I have to keep trying to kill her to keep up with the story, but I promise, unless any mad ideas spring to mind, this will be the last time I try to kill her! Well, not exactly kill her with a shot… more like bleed to death…

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Rose continued her wandering throughout the corridors, again searching for more clues. The last tape hadn't told her much. Just congratulated her on managing to collect the tape. And now, being a Time Lady, even if she got killed in this house, she'd merely regenerate, not die.

She found an open door and stepped through it. The walls were painted with peeling yellow paint, and a glass box hung from the ceiling, a tape trapped inside. There were two holes for her to put her arms through and retrieve the tape, before pulling her hands out.

Again, too easy.

Rose closely examined the container. Nothing setting off a trap. Shrugging, Rose slipped her arms inside through the correct spaces.

Ah. There in lies the problem.

What Rose had thought to be rubber flaps turned out to be metal blades. They sliced at her wrists as she fidgeted in pain, trying with all her might to get her hands out. The blades were positioned in such a way that her arms would not come out, merely be ripped to shreds.

She knew it had been too easy.

Rose screamed as hot fresh blood fell down her arms. There was too much of it. She felt her body going dizzy, wanting to give in to darkness and lose consciousness, but Rose knew that id she let that happen, she'd stop supporting herself, and fall, ripping her arms even more.

But she couldn't fight it. It was too strong. As the dark begun eating away at her vision and she slipped, a pair of strong arms supported her, and a pair of doe-brown eyes bore into hers…

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The Doctor pulled Rose from the floor. He'd released her arms from the deadly contraption and she'd instantly passed out from loss of blood.

He took her into the TARDIS, waiting merely a metre away, and proceeded to the infirmary.

'Doctor…' Rose murmured.

The Doctor placed her delicately on the bed in the infirmary and stroked her cheek.

He took some needles and a blood drip from the cupboard and inserted them into Rose's hand. She winced, but the Doctor tried to ignore it.

'It's okay, I'm here,' he cooed.

She was sweating, and the Doctor began to panic. She should be surviving this, not dying! Jackie was going to kill him…

Rose took his hand and attempted a smile. The Doctor touched her cheek again. Cold. No, freezing. Worriedly, the Doctor squeezed her hand. No reply, not even a weak one. Her grip loosened and fell completely. He fell to the floor in a heap.

She was dead.

The Doctor buried his head in his hands, and wept. Wept so much that he didn't notice the gold aura that surrounded Rose in her lifeless state…