A/N: Another short chapter. Jack and John come to blows over their views, and Rose confronts her partner about his attitude. The Doctor enforces a rule upon everyone.

And this story is the reason I don't write with loads of main characters, I can't keep it up. So, Jackie and Pete will not be in the major finale, but they're still in it for quite a few chapters.

Feel free to post who you think Belle really is in a review *hinthint*, and if you could be so brilliant as to press the lovely green review button, you get Doctor hugs? ^_^

DISCLAIMER: Do I really need to say it? Okay, so I don't own Doctor Who. However, I DO own my 'Belle-who's-not-Belle-but-I-can't-say-who-she-is-yet-because-that's-revealed-later'. :) And I have actually touched the pinstriped suit that David wore for his regeneration scene in the End Of Time. Oh yeah, and I own ALL my fanfic, all my ideas. And I'll have Ianto, seeing as you killed him off in Torchwood.

She cried out, struggling to stand as pain ripped though her, and the Doctor placed his arms around her for support.

Jack stepped forward, pressing something against her neck, and she slumped with a sigh into the Doctor's arms. Lifting into his arms, the Doctor left the room, making back to the Med Bay.

"So you're just gonna forgive her? Just like that?" John cried incredulously, and the Doctor nodded in confirmation, softly brushing a strand of chocolate brown hair from her pale skin, tucking it gently behind one ear.

"John, you don't understand." The Doctor sighed tiredly, and John rolled his eyes.

"Oh, I wouldn't, would I?" He commented sarcastically, before pointing towards 'Belle' who lay unconscious beside the Time Lord. "But don't come running asking for help when she tries to kill you again!"

"She won't though, will she?" Jack snapped irritably at the human Time Lord, his hatred for him pouring out in one sentence.

"Okay, what is your twos problem?" Rose groaned boredly. "All you've done is argue since we got here!"

Jack nodded in understanding, realising Rose was right, and that several others were silently looking at her in relief for addressing the issue.

"Sorry, Rose, guess I got a bit defensive, didn't I?" He said sheepishly, and Rose smiled her acknowledgement.

"And you, mister," She said, turning to face John, "What has been your problem since we got here? You've been so catty I hardly recognize you! I've heard of jealousy, but this? This is just taking the mick - erm, biscuit!"

"Oh, and it's easy for you to say that isn't it?" John retorted, hurt written across his face. "You're not the one who has someone who looks just like you, is exactly the same as you, but only better!"

"Better?" Rose said quietly, and John glanced at the floor, shuffling in discomfort. Rose walked over to him, wrapping her arms around him tight in reassurance.

"I love you, you who can spend your life with me, who has given me everything I could possibly want. He's got someone, and I've got you, and never, ever, ever think you're second best, because you're not. You're my one and only number one man."

"Really?" He asked hopefully, his arms wrapping around Rose in acceptance.

"Really really." She replied, and they both embraced a while longer, both breaking apart as the Doctor softly lifted 'Belle's' body up onto him slightly, her whimpers of nightmares and terror quieting almost immediately.

"Doctor…" Jack started, and the Doctor looked at him questioningly. "I was thinking… She spoke about drums… She said 'Can't you hear it? The drums?', and I'm pretty sure that the-"

"Master said it." The Doctor finished, and Jack swallowed. "I know, Jack, but I just don't get it. He's not in her, otherwise I'd sense it, but somehow I'm pretty sure he's controlling her, but seeing as it's usually at night…"

"Nightmares!" Jack gasped in realisation, and the Doctor nodded. "So, what do we do?"

"Nothing!" The Doctor replied, and everyone looked at him as if he were mad.

"Nothing." He repeated sternly, "We don't discuss this in front of her. She was in a catatonic state when it happened, she won't remember it as reality, just as a nightmare."

"But…"

"No buts about it," The Doctor shot back, "Anyone mentions it to her face deals with me. Got that?"

Murmurs and mumblings echoed around the room.

"I said, have you got that?"

Murmurs of agreement bounced around the room this time, and the Doctor smiled.

"Good."