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FINALE TOMORROW! Man, I'll NEVER get tired of saying that...

Chapter 6 – Seeking The Doctor

"So, lemme get this straight," Rose started to the employee, trying in vain to get the facts straight in her head. "The Doctor was created by your boss and company owner Zender Жemnas in development for Time Catcher?"

The employee nodded.

"So, have ya got any idea of how he thought of the Doctor?"

The employee shrugged, now getting tiresome of the continuous interrogation. "Just said he was out taking a walk when the perfect character suddenly came to him."

"The Doctor's pretty independent for a computer game character."

"An innovation in game making, don't you think ma'am?"

She persisted, rather rudely, the employee thought. "What makes the Doctor? I mean, what controls him?"

"I believe a computer, ma'am, they generally are."

She was getting impatient with this man now. "Can I see it?"

"I'm sorry ma'am, but no member of the public is allowed inside the internal systems of Жemnas Corporation."

Rose burned with fury inside, her right hand suddenly becoming surprisingly itchy as the want of a slap came on. She forced her mouth to smile at him, but her annoyed eyes said different.

"Thank you for your time sir." And she fled before his face got in the way.

She sighed gently to herself as she wandered aimlessly down a row of Monopoly arcade machines, headed in no particular direction as her mind began to think once again.

If no one was going to let her find the Жemnas 'Doctor creator', then she'd bloody well find it herself.

The sign that screamed 'STAFF ONLY' in big black bold letters was temporarily ignore as the young blonde woman slipped inside, unnoticed by the crowds.

The corridor she had stepped into was long, white, empty and quiet. It was as if she'd just stepped through a gateway to another dimension. There were countless doors spaced evenly out along each wall, all blank and unlabelled. How the hell was she going to find the Doctor? It was like looking for a needle in a Жemnas shaped haystack.

Uh oh. Someone was coming.

No, wait. She could use this her advantage…

"Excuse me," she suddenly popped out with as the technician with the label that proclaimed his name to be 'Bobby' tried to pass her, too absorbed in his clipboard to notice her presence. He wore the same plastic overalls as Police Forensics did, his morphed alien looking face shown through a clear plastic plate in the headpiece. He looked up, though clearly distracted.

"Hmm?" his voice came out of two side-placed speakers by his mouth, sounding artificial.

"Sorry, I'm new. I'm looking for the central feed of Time Catcher? I need to check the…" – she searched for the words the man had used earlier – "…components."

He seemed puzzled at her words, holding up the clipboard with scribbled notes printed across dotted lines to her. "I just checked. Everything's smooth in the works."

"…I was asked to double check. Mr. Жemnas said he was getting worried the components weren't functioning as well as they should."

The man stared at her for a few moments, before handing her the clipboard and gesturing remotely behind him.

"Down the corridor, turn right, fifth door on the left. Couldn't double check my results, could you?"

She beamed at him; already setting off down the corridor to follow the directions he'd given her. "No problem, and thanks!"

"Don't forgot your quarantine suit!" he warned as she made to turn the corner. "Hazardous components!"

"Thank you!" she answered, wondering slightly what could be worthy of quarantine in a room of machines. All the same, she grabbed one off of a conveniently placed row of them, slipping it on. She really did look quite fat in it…

She didn't even glance down at the clipboard as she reached the proclaimed door – so nervous now her hand was shaking too much to grab the handle. Behind this single door laid the answers to everything. Her past. Her future. Her Doctor.

She calmed herself down, controlling her breathing as her hand decided to finally grab the handle and turn it down. Quickly, she decided, giving a sharp push – and the door swung open wide.

Her jaw dropped to the floor.

The second he'd felt the wooden chair brush beneath his foot, he knew the consequences of his actions.

He fell crashing to the wooden floor in an almighty tumble of unstable furniture, several pieces falling down onto him as Rose fell from his arms to the floor beneath, conveniently below where his head impacted but seconds later.

Rose had just saved his life in death.

And he couldn't even save her life in life.

He didn't even need to look around as he felt the ghosts suddenly become alert to his sounds. He knew for certain that he had no chance of getting out of this one. He had to run.

He quickly scooped up Rose's limp body in his arms and got himself onto two feet, pushing forward so much he almost fell over again, but Rose's weight kept him balanced.

The door was but metres away now, but it still seemed so far. He felt a chill hover near his back as the ghosts started to advance towards him, howling at their newfound prey like circling wolves – but the only thing the Doctor seemed to register was Rose, the door, and the blood pounding in his ears.

He cried out loud purely from adrenaline, diving for the door handle as something cold and sharp touched his shoulder. He twisted manically away from the touch, jumping through the doorway and kicking it shut hard behind him.

Everything went silent in the still room, the surroundings seemingly unharmful.

He gasped desperately for air he'd lost from pure shock, clutching Rose's body tighter to his chest for emotional support. He was still alive?! How?! He was sure the ghosts had had him for sure there.

He exhaled a long, deep breath he'd been holding in for far too long now, forcing himself to calm before he had a hearts attack. He was so vulnerable without Rose, he knew. Normally they'd be laughing it off by now, but he was far from laughing. This was no playgroup. This was real life. He had to get Rose back to Jackie and Mickey and he'd come so close to failing altogether.

He looked down at Rose's content, pale face, still as it had been even through everything he'd just gone through.

He missed her.

And it hurt.

"Rose…" he whispered, just about stopping himself from falling to his knees. He'd had a severely delayed reaction but now it was hitting – twice as hard. "Rose…I can't do this without you…" he realised, trying in vain to swallow oncoming tears but the insistence was too harsh. "Rose…" he croaked, a single tear running down his cheek, and image both poignant and rare before a six more trails of tears joined it.

Silently, he wept for Rose Tyler.