A/N : Second update today, I'm on a roll!. Anyway I just really wanted to get it up and also it's a way of thanking people for so many reviews so far! so here you go, enjoy and please, as always, keep on reviewing and I'd love to hear some suggestions and criticism so I can improve. Oh and this one's dedicated to my cousin, creativeangel89 whose only just started writing fanfics herself. But she won't be reading this because she hates doctor who, is she mad?.
Teresa Phillips was exhausted. Her scientists hadn't told her anything yet, so she still had nothing to report to her masters who were growing increasingly impatient. She sat behind a big wooden desk in her spacious office on the seventh level of the building and was flicking through her notes. Damn it there wasn't useful in here to report. If they didn't get results soon then Teresa pretty much a dead woman walking. She buried her face in her hands and tried her best not to cry. She'd already done too much of it already and she didn't like it. Hell, she wasn't even an emotional woman but it seemed that her conscience was catching up with her. It probably served it right with all the bad she's done, murdering the Doctor's companion for starters was unnecessary. She could of easily locked him back up in his cave, she could of even chained him to the wall to make sure he didn't escape but no, she'd panicked and shot him. Five times. In the chest. Remembering it made Teresa's guts churn. She wasn't the type to feel remorse but she did and it had hit her hard. Suddenly Teresa's office door flung open and her head scientist, Hanson walked in."We have the results m'am" he said and Teresa pratically leaped to her feet. She felt incredibly anxious, if it wasn't what she wanted then her masters would kill her for certain. She wasn't ready to die just yet.
"And?" she asked glaring at him. He looked slightly alarmed at her fierce expression.
"The experiment was a sucess" he said slowly. A slow relieved smile grew on Teresa's face. Secreatly she was dancing inside, she was okay, she wasn't going to die!. She'd done what her masters had wanted her to do so maybe they would let her retire after her twenty years of servitude. She was getting old and emotional, it was time she ran off to somewhere isolated where she could be left alone to think for a while.
"Thank you Hanson, you may leave now". Hanson nodded and closed her office door behind him. Now she needed to contact her masters and recieve her next lot of orders.
Rose had been moved from the lab and been locked in a comfortable bedroom which really had her suspicious.Mind you, it didn't have any windows and it was pretty small but at least Teresa Phillips was now being slightly nicer to her than she had been when she'd first been captured. Even though she'd been in this place for four or five days now, she still had no idea what the hell the experiment was. Nobody would tell her anything and when she'd asked about the Doctor, all they said was he was alive. She'd also asked about Mickey but they had nothing to say. Rose felt worried, what the hell was Teresa and her 'masters' up to?. Rose didn't want to even think about it. Instead she sat on her bed in the freshs clothes that they'd given her. She was wearing a pink v-neck and faded jeans. She wasn't allowed footwear apparently. Rose closed her eyes and remembered the moment in the tardis before they'd been caught. How the Doctor's lips felt against her. It had been so good, no wonder Madam De Pompadour liked him so much. His lips tasted suprisingly of strawberries, she'd expected bananas. She sighed sadly. She hoped she'd have another chance to do that again and soon.
Reinette had been walking for what seemed like forever. On her back she carried the backpack full of food and drink that she'd taken from the tardis as she had reason to believe that her journey would be reasonably long. She had been right as she had been walking for about four days and she was getting pretty tired. But finally she spotted a bit white building that looked a bit like an abandoned warehouse and decided this must be the place. She chucked off her backpack and tossed it to the ground. She didn't need the extra weight incase she needed to run or fight which she really hoped she wouldn't have to do. She took a deep breathe and pulled on the handle of the metal door. It didn't budge. She tried again but then noticed something that ressembled a calculator just above the handle and realised she needed access codes to get through. "Who the hell are you?" she heard a deep voice and spun around to see a fat purple security guard standing behind her.
"Erm...I work here" Reinette lied, implusively without thinking it through.
"Wheres you I.D card?" he demanded and Reinette blushed. She had no idea what she was doing. If only she had the Doctor's mind and then she remembered something. Of course the physic paper. But she didn't have it, damn it, damn it, damn it! she thought as the guard pulled out a gun and shot her. Five seconds later, she felt sleepy and collasped onto the ground.
The Doctor looked up to see the door of the lab opening and Teresa Phillips walked in. He glared at her but secretly felt relieved that he couldn't see a whip in sight. Today her hair was down in plait and she wore black pants and a white blouse. She looked alot younger than the day before but she looked as if she'd never slept. He didn't feel even a pang of sympathy for her, afterall she'd murdered Mickey. Mickey his friend. The Doctor would never stop feeling guilty about Mickey. He'd never treated him with the respect he deserved and that would haunt him forever. He blinked back tears as Teresa came closer. To his suprise he found her unchaining him from the table where he'd be shackled for the past four days. "I'm not releasing you. We're moving you somewhere, a little more comfortable". She grabbed his wists and put them in the pair of hand cuffs she had in her pocket.
"No whip today?" he asked sarcastically. Teresa glared at him.
"You will shut up or you will find yourself back on that table". He fell silent and found himself being dragged into an elevator, just opposite the lab. They went up several levels until they reached the eighth floor. Teresa took him down the hallway, grabbed a key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. When he stepped in he saw a body curled up in a ball on the floor, crying out in pain. It didn't take him very long to figure out it was Rose.