Okay here is Chapter 16 Masks, the next chapter shall be up between tomorrow and Tuesday, and my holidays are almost finished now so I will only upload about a chapter or two a week during the term.

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XVI

Masks

The Doctor couldn't believe it. She was gone. He'd checked every room he knew about in the TARDIS, and then asked the TARDIS if she was in any of the room which he'd never been in. She wasn't. He'd checked every room in Fowl Manor and he'd checked the grounds. She wasn't here. She had left him. It was obvious now; she wanted her own life, not held down by ties to her family, and to him. She was free.

The Doctor sank down into the grass. He hung his head, like it was his fault. And maybe it was. He stared silently, unconsciously trembling, at the grass, like it would bring her back. But all the grass did was remind him of New Earth, and apple grass. Making it worse, not better. And then he thought briefly of Artemis and Foaly, and how they'd spent all that time helping him, and now, it was all for nothing. Because she was gone.

The Doctor had no idea how long he spent staring at the ground. But eventually it came to an end. When he got an idea.

He could track her. It wasn't very hard. He could track her with her TARDIS key. He jumped up, enthused. He rummaged in his pocket and eventually dug out the sonic screwdriver. Pressing the button he did a 360, holding the sonic screwdriver out in front of him. It emitted a loud beep, pointing west. He ran off in that direction.

Sometimes it's good getting your hopes up for things; it gives you a purpose, a goal. But if those hopes are dashed, it brings you even deeper into despair, than you were before. Sometimes it's better not too, wary of problems that may arise. And then, if all goes right, you're ecstatic. But the Doctor's hopes were up, convinced that he could find her with her TARDIS key. To give him some credit, he did find the TARDIS key. Lying in the grass. The string it was attached too, that Rose had worn around her neck, had broken. Rose had pulled it off her neck and flung it to the ground.
He'd found the key. But he hadn't found Rose.

He just stared at it, open mouthed. Took a deep shaky breath, for all the good it did. This was a sign; this told him what she had never said. I'm leaving you, I'm never coming back.

The Doctor stood there. He hadn't moved for at least half an hour. But what was the point in moving? He had all the time in the worlds. Artemis and Foaly had been in the camera room, looking at all the monitors, searching for a sign of Rose, but then they'd seen the Doctor staring at something on the ground, and they'd rushed to him.

"Doctor what-?" Began Foaly, still 10 metres from him.
The Doctor turned his back on the key.
"Nothing," he swallowed, "It's nothing."
"Doctor we can find her, I can get-"
"No," the Doctor interrupted. "No point. She doesn't want to be found. It's not fair to drag her back. She's free now. To have her own life."
Foaly frowned.
"But-" he began, puzzled.
"I SAID NO!" The Doctor snapped at him.
Foaly opened his mouth again, but Artemis shook his head at him, and he closed it.
"Very well," said Artemis, speaking for the first time. "We'll be inside, Doctor."
The Doctor didn't even nod; he'd already turned his back to them. Turned his back to everyone.

Despite what he'd said to Foaly, he wanted to find her. He knew it was selfish on his part. Because she didn't want to be found. She didn't want to travel through time and space anymore. But he wanted her to come back. Needed her too. After everything he'd gone through. It struck a final blow at his hearts. He swallowed. She was never coming back.

Sometimes, it's better not to get your hopes up, even when you're faced with what you wanted. Sometimes it's better not to, even then. Because then comes the fiercer blow, the one that shatters you forever.

That's when he felt a sharp, stinging pain in the back of his knee and he crumpled to the ground.
A horribly familiar voice hissed.
"The Doctor. At my mercy at last. I've waited so long for this. To have you in my power."
Now the Doctor knew things couldn't get much worse.
He trembled. Sitting up on his knees.
"No! It can't be!"
He made to swing his head around and confirm his suspicions. But as he did so he felt an end of a gun stab into his back
"Get up!" the voice hissed. "Hands above your head, that's right, now don't move. And don't even think about reaching for the sonic screwdriver."
The Doctor withdrew his hand that had been creeping to his suit pocket. He swallowed.
The figure circled around him so he could see her. Even though he already knew who it was, by that voice, even though his brain had already made the connection, however horrible it was, his eyes couldn't take the sight of Rose, holding a gun to his head.

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