A/N: - School's on again next week so updates won't be as quick, because THEY like to load us with homework and I kinda want to get good levels at school, so yeah… I've decided to concentrate mostly on my two stories: Allergies and Series Four in Yellow, Red and Brown, for the moment. I'm sorry to say that I'll have to abandon Sponge Bob and the Immortal Ones for a couple of weeks, at the most, just to gather ideas for them, to plump them up. THANKS TO sonicthecat7 for the wonderful Beta-ing!!

WRIETRS BLOCK IS EVIL!!! HEEEELP, I couldn't think of a good neding to tis chapter so sorry guys. The next one will be better, I think.

This chappie has the spotlight on Gwen and don't worry, no character death, but some implied drama and fear.

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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN DOCTOR WHO!

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Minutes ticked by as the knife pulsated in her small hands, sending beads of sweat trickling down her face. The Doctor started babbling about the fact that the engraved complex signature that had just appeared was Gallifreyan and he recognised that one, it was the knife, the knife that could cut through Universes, and two, it was the knife that would save Rose.

Ianto hopped down the stairs and joined the others, a bemused look on his face. "Um, Jack, don't you think that she should let go of it now? Gwen doesn't look too good."

In fact, Gwen was looking rather queasy and appeared as if she was in some sort of trance.

"Gwen, I think you should let go now, that thing is dangerous," Jack said eventually, putting a hand on her leather clad shoulder. "Gwen, let go of the knife!"

No response.

"Gwen, can you hear me?"

Gwen bit down on her lip and whispered tautly, "I can't, it won't let me."

She gripped the knife's hilt even harder, gasping as the knife's glow brightened greatly and made a surge of sapphire blue light spread across the room.

"What do you mean, it won't let you? Gwen speak to me!" Captain Jack squatted down to face Gwen and shook her by the shoulders. "Yes you can let go, just try to forget about the knife and drop it," Jack advised, shielding his eyes while struggling to find the right words. He glanced warily at the Doctor. "Help her!"

"Oh, sorry!" he replied, suddenly searching his pockets for his sonic screwdriver. He produced it with a small whoop of triumph, and held it against the knife's metal to try and break the contact. But when his face crinkled up, Jack knew that something was wrong.

"Doctor, what's wrong? Get it off her!" Jack hissed, resisting the temptation to just yank the knife off her because he was afraid that it might hurt Gwen. Instead, he gingerly reached out to slowly detach Gwen's reddening hand, but his fingers slipped and collided with the ice cold metal of the knife. Jack hissed, rubbing his hands from the horrid arctic sensation running through his body. "Damn it, that is cold! Gwen is going to freeze to death if we don't do something fast. Mickey, I want you to find out everything you can about this knife and why this is happening to Gwen. That's an order, now move! Ianto, go find a pair of tongs or tweezers or just SOMETHING! And hurry!"

"Yes, sir," Ianto obliged, jogging up the steps and heading toward the autopsy bay.

"On my way, Boss," Mickey said, rushing off to the computers.

"Doctor, can't you do something?" Jack said with urgency. He felt Gwen's cheek and found that her bodily temperature was just like the knife. Glacial cold. So he still couldn't understand why sweat was pouring down her forehead. Gwen didn't react at all. "This girl is freezing over! Doctor!? A little help?"

The Doctor immediately directed the sonic to the throbbing light, and shrunk back as the icy temperatures pushed him right back. There was only one way to do it.

"Jack, can you trust me?"

"Yeah of course I do, why wouldn't I?"

"I'm going to have to make Gwen unconscious for a little while, go into her mind maybe. It's the only way I can think of, because maybe a dormant body will deactivate the knife's charge and release her grip! I don't know what's happening, 'cause as I told you, I don't know how these knives work. I can't promise you that something won't go wrong, I'm sorry Jack, but this is the only way. Do you trust me Jack?"

Jack inhaled a breath and nodded; he could trust the Time Lord. The Doctor wouldn't lie – not when somebody's life may be in danger. The Doctor turned Gwen's motionless head around him and put his fingers to her temples. He checked that her eyes were shut and proceeded to close his own eyelids, right before entering her mind.

He tried to put her into a sleep or an unconscious form, but her mind was too strong. It was like the knife was making a connection to her and preventing him from digging as far as he needed to, to help. He had no choice but to break the barriers and he delved straight into her mind. The Doctor pushed past memories and incidents and lies and problems, heading straight for the eerie blue light that throbbed in the distance.

He finally reached the light and was ready to enter when…

"Doctor, are her eyes supposed to be open?" Jack asked.

The Doctor's eyes snapped open to find Gwen's small piercing black orbs staring right through him.

"Doctor, what's happening to me?" stuttered Gwen unsteadily. As her mind burned with power images of the knife's history rushing through her head, over and over again. It wouldn't stop.

"Gwen, Gwen, listen to me." He pressed harder to her temples, careful not to push too hard. "Just listen to me, everything's going to be alright. Now I want you to tell me what you can see, is that alright? Can you tell me why I can't enter your mind?" Gwen's attention seemed to keep drifting every ten seconds and her concentration only came back when the Doctor used his mind to bring her consciousness back; Jack looked anxiously at her reaction from the side and watched as the knife pulsated even more.

"Doctor, what's happening to her? She's sweating, but her skin's ice cold. You have to do something!" he yelled in desperation.

"Captain, just let me do what I have to do." He turned to Gwen, whose eyes x-rayed straight through him and into the world of oblivion and reverie.

"I can see…" Gwen started off. "I can see mountains, swinging mountains and an auburn burnt sky, held in orbit by gorgeous twin suns, shining down on the valleys and mountains..."

The Doctor looked at her in shock. She wasn't meant to see that. From her description, he could tell that she was talking about his home planet, Gallifrey. The land of the Time Lords. But how could she? That was impossible, surely.

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Gwen's story.

As soon as she had just made the simplest contact with the knife, Gwen knew there was something extraordinary because a cool fuzzy sensation had rippled down her spine and caused her brain to fall into a state of numbness. Gwen knew that feeling, and she couldn't rid of it; it was the same feeling that occurred when she wore the glove to bring the dead back to life. She didn't know how or why it happened, but Gwen knew that she was different and that was why she could use the glove so easily and why the knife had reacted to her. Gwen had a special connection.

As everyone departed from their place next to Gwen, she was left isolated with the knife and she simply couldn't resist the temptation to reach out and touch the metal blade. She didn't know why she felt this way, because of all the pain and horror Gwen had to go through during her previous relations with the object.

She picked the knife up in her hands, running the blade up and down between her fingers. It felt so wrong, but it felt so right – all at the same time. She couldn't understand it. Then the knife sort of reached out to her mind and the two unities clashed together in an explosion of light, fire and ice, rolled into one.

The knife pulsated an astonishing but beautiful icy blue light and throbbed on top of her fingertips. A sudden blast of cold swept through Gwen and she wasn't in control anymore. Gwen could see the whole life of the knife itself blaze through her, flickers of death, destruction, fire and ice, landscapes and worlds that were so far away. The woman was frozen stiff and icing over, but somehow beads of sweat still managed to pour down her forehead.

The muffled voices of the Doctor, Mickey, Ianto and Jack flooded around her, but she was unable to properly contact them, because she didn't want to let go of the power – she craved more. She ignored Jack's warnings and tried to communicate with the Doctor, but the words wouldn't come out of her.

Instead, Gwen let the man called the Doctor go into her head and try and enter her memories. He failed, so Gwen told him what the frost in her eyes really meant and told him what she saw…

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Gwen was walking through thin wisps of the most radiant red grass, not quite believing where she was, but her conscience told her to keep calm and just go with the flow. So she did. The sky was an elegant burnt auburn colour with thick red clouds, and the planet itself was orbited by two gorgeous burning twin suns, shining in the distance. Gwen brushed her hair back as the cool breeze of the wind tickled the back of her neck and she kept walking until the world suddenly jerked all around her and she came to a halt.

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"I can see…" Gwen started off. "I see mountains, swinging mountains and an auburn burnt sky, held in orbit by gorgeous twin suns, shining down on the valleys."

The Doctor looked at her in shock. That was impossible! Gwen Cooper was a Welsh woman of an ancestry going back to the 19th century but that was all, she was just an ordinary human. She wasn't supposed to see this. It shouldn't happen!

"The City, it shines like the sun and the moon and the stars put together and contained are the Lords of Time – the great lonely deities of Time itself. I can see the world at their feet; the past, the present, the future. It's all in their heads. But…" Gwen's eyes suddenly crinkled up with fear.

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Gwen wiped the bead of sweat off her forehead and continued walking, but stopped at an enormous transparent dome. The City of the Lords of Time. Gwen pressed a hand forward to feel the shield, but the bubble rippled and slowly disappeared, like when you dropped a pebble into a pond and the picture faded away. There was a tugging in the corner of her mind and it pulled Gwen abruptly into some sort of field. But in the middle of the field was the vortex, the hole in Space and Time that shone like the stars but was as dark as night itself.

A small child, looking around the age of ten stepped forward. But looks deceived as the child was actually one hundred and fifteen years old. This was the inauguration ceremony and behind the young child, behind a protective seal, were two dozen other Time Lords all queuing up for the big moment.

The child up front was small and had glittering blue eyes that twinkled in the stifling heat, with a mop of chestnut brown hair and had a skinny frame, with tanned legs and arms. He was dressed in magnificent robes of the finest material, with elaborate patterns embroidered onto the rich silky material that ended at his ankles and had a cuff that towered high above his head. But this child was scared, he had heard that Time Lords and Time Ladies that had gone through this process had gone mad and turned deranged for life. But this child had a plan; more precisely, this child had a knife…

He had a knife that could cut through the Universes.

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"I'm scared, I'm so scared," Gwen gasped, "It's my turn next and I'm sweating in the heat. The adult Time Lords are urging me forward, I can see my mother in the distance but she's… walking away. I call out to her, but she's already teleported and I'm alone… I'm so alone, left to face trial, left to look into the heart of the vortex. It isn't fair. My hand crawls down to my side…"

"Doctor, what's happening to her? What is she talking about?" Jack said urgently. "It's as if…"

"She's seeing through the eyes of the Time Lord that ran way. I don't know how but Gwen is looking into the knife's past. "

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Gwen pressed herself forward, hand trying to reach out to the lost little boy but was only charged back by an invisible shield. She watched as the one-hundred year old child stepped forward, by a push from the elder Time Lords. A blindfold was wrapped around his eyes and the boy, yet again, was forced to walk forward. Suddenly, he came to a halt in front of the… vortex.

Gwen observed in awe as the boy stuck his hand under his robes and she saw that he had his grip of the knife. The elder Time Lord started to remove his blindfold, but as soon as it came off the child ran forward and produced the knife, running away from the eye of the vortex. He couldn't do it…

"I'm so scared, so scared. The elder removes my blindfold and I run away, faster than anything, as far away from the vortex as I can get. I clutch the knife in my hands and…"

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Gwen followed the child as he clutched the knife in his hand and shut his eyes, making gestures with the knife in the air. All around chaos erupted and everybody rushed around. The elders ran after the boy but this child was not phased, he carried on swishing his hand in the air like he was carrying a magic wand. Gwen shouted out warnings and pleas for the child to stop before he got caught, but the child couldn't hear her.

He carried on and then there was an enormous bright light that sent a charge of force, repelling all the other Time Lords back and away from the child. A window had appeared and the child took one last look at his home planet and stepped through the window, into a new world of bedlam…

Planet after planet flashed through her head but these weren't important. These were just the dents in Time and Space that the knife caused, the scene that she was about to witness happened down on planet Earth. The knife cut through Universe to Universe, different owners and different surroundings until one day… came the darkness. The Time War; the Time Lords rushed back to their home planet and the knives were destroyed, after endless debates. But one knife had disappeared without a trace and escaped the fire.

The knife was the only left in existence and was sent hurtling through space. It burned as it flew as a lone survivor. Then it dropped through a crack in Space and Time, the Rift, making the crack into a fracture, letting the weevils in....

Gwen felt the same familiar tugging and she was pulled into another dilemma, this time in the modern day and she knew what this was.

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"I'm Suzie, Suzie Costello. It's dark and I'm in somebody's house, I've got two men behind me and I'm… I'm carrying a knife…"

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Gwen followed Suzie as she entered the house and tiptoed into the living room. Suzie put a finger to her lips and ordered her men to stand guard while she entered the living room. The TV was blaring and a young man in his twenties was sat on the couch, absorbed in the football match. He didn't see Suzie come up behind him.

Gwen screamed and yelled for the man to get out of the way, but it was no use... Before you knew it, the knife was plunged straight into the man's back and painfully ripped back out, as the man writhed in pain and shouted in agony. Gwen couldn't watch as the knife dipped into the man's back once more. This was sick.

There was a whir in the air and a change of the wind, another murder. Gwen knew this one now, it was the murder in which she had witnessed for the first time Torchwood and their resurrection glove. The man walked down the street, half drunk after spending three hours at the pub. Then came Suzie, she strode purposefully to the front, beckoning her hitmen, this time it was them. The murders had gotten too common and people would start suspecting soon, so she pried the knife out of her bag and handed it over.

Thirty seconds, that's all it took to take away somebody's life. Life wasted. Murder after murder, Gwen was pulled to and forced to witness. She couldn't take it, she wanted to stop it all so badly but she couldn't, because these were just memories.

And then…

"It's me, and I'm looking down at someone. I'm looking down at… Suzie."

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This time the memory was brief; Gwen stood in a shadow in the Hub, watching herself, Jack, Ianto, Tosh and Owen fuss over Suzie's dead body. She saw Owen give her the glove and she watched in reminisence as she revived Suzie's body. The memory fast forwarded as Suzie was brought back to life and didn't die. Gwen watched herself grow weaker, she followed herself and Suzie as they drove away in the SUV. She watched as Suzie tried to kill her; she watched when Jack, Ianto, Owen and Tosh arrived and killed Suzie. Again.

Two words echoed in her head: "Chosen One." And Gwen fainted.

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Gwen's eyes reeled back into her head and she collapsed onto the table, the knife falling out of her palm as she did so.

"What did you do to her?!" Jack shouted in fury, rushing to Gwen's aid.

"I didn't do anything!" the Doctor retorted in protest. "It happened of its own accord. I've told you before and I'm telling you again Jack. I. Didn't. Do. This. Have you got a spare room or anything? I need to check her over, see if there's any mental damage."

Just then Ianto walked into the room. A pair of welding tongs, a tiny pair of tweezers and two salad forks in his hands.

"Sorry, I couldn't find anything else," he stated.

"Ianto, thank goodness. Come over here. Help the Doctor carry Gwen up to my office; I'll open up my room…" Jack said to him, patting him on the shoulder and running upstairs.

Ianto took Gwen by the head and the Doctor by the foot, and together they heaved her up to Jack's Torchwood bedroom and laid her down onto the bed, where she proceeded to toss and turn, muttering under her breath.

"What's wrong with her?" Jack asked, stroking her cheek. "She's still cold, but she's still sweating. Doctor, answer me, what is going on!?"

"I don't know, Jack. I wish I could tell you, but I can't." The Doctor fumbled around in his pockets for a moment and then pulled out a stethoscope. He put the earpieces into his ear and placed the remaining part to her chest – her heart rate was normal. "I think she's in shock."

"Jack, I found somethin'!" Mickey said, entering the room with a fistful of sheets. "I printed them all off, 'cos I thought you'd need 'em. What the hell happened to her?" Mickey pointed at Gwen.

"Long story, now hand over those sheets," Jack said hurriedly, grabbing the information off Mickey and scanning through them. "But that's impossible."

"What is it?" the Doctor asked, eyes flicking over to Jack.

"Listen to this: Legend has it that there will come a time when the knife will bond with a selected host, the process is acclaimed to involve the host held in some sort of trance while the bonding partner is given all the information and is unlocked to all the secret and mysteries of the knife. The legend calls this host to be the--"

Gwen's eyes snapped open and she sat up, to everybody's surprise. "The chosen one."

The next chapter (Rose's POV) is just to sum up all the findings of the Dimension Canon and how her life changed after the weevil incident. The Rose POV chapter after that one is going to probably be the hardest one to write, but I won't tell ya why… yet. Tap me a review if you liked this or hated it. This is gonna sound really deranged, but flames are very much welcome! Lol :D

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