A/N Okay, so this took a tiny bit longer than I thought and it took me hours to write. I didn't think it would be this long but before I started writing I didn't expect to have to include so much to get my point across. Oh well, so here it is, hope you all enjoy it!

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Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Doctor Who because if I did Rose would have either not been pulled into the alternate universe or she would have stayed after Journey's End. Grr, wishful thinking.

Chapter 6: the Rage

'Activate the holding cells,' Davros' chilling voice rang out through the dungeon.

Donna glances over at the Doctor, almost ready to burst into tears at the way things had turned out.

Jack was dead, "exterminated" after he flew into a rage at Roses death and now they were trapped in a room with a clearly insane and demented man, if you could call him that, and more than a few Daleks.

But on a normal day none of that would be enough to scare her or to make her lose hope – but just looking at the Doctor now was enough for both of those things to happen… almost.

When the TARDIS disappeared into the fire the Doctor had collapsed to the ground and since his last desperate attempt to plead with the supreme Dalek and the four words he said to her as she lifted him from the ground he hadn't spoken a word.

When the supreme Dalek had them taken there she practically had to drag him from the floor and as they walked she never once took her hand off his arm, for fear he might crumble again. And for the past… however long it had been, never once had he risen his eyes from an invisible spot on the floor just in front of him.

Through all the time she had travelled with him it was always his eyes that told her what to expect or how to act around him. The first instance she could remember was the first time she had ever met him.

She had been so angry, not willing to listen to a word her "abductee" said. She had picked up the shirt and had heard his voice drop an octave as she accused him but she didn't care - she wouldn't let herself be tricked by such a freak.

It was only when she looked up at him to try and decipher his meaning of the word lost that she saw how the light had gone out of his eyes that had been there a second ago, as dulled as it already was. They then stared at her in hopeless agony and as she stared into their depths she almost felt like she could feel him drowning within himself, unable and unwilling to resurface without this girl that clearly meant so much to him.

After that it happened all the time; she knew just by looking him in the eye when they landed in the wrong place or era. She knew when to run for her life and when to start or stop talking. And very soon she learnt to try and steer clear of the topic of Rose because while she thought maybe he needed to talk about it she couldn't stand seeing the pain in his face at the mere mention of her name.

The last instance was not even an hour ago in that other room, when she had approached him to lift him from the ground as he looked unable to do it himself – a strange thought to have about a man who always seemed so strong.

She had knelt down beside him, grasping his right arm and meaning to say something in an attempt to comfort him when he looked up for just a second into her eyes and her breath was stolen, her heart breaking for this man she cared so much about.

And he had whispered those four words with such possession and need that she feared that look would never leave his expression again.

"My TARDIS… My Rose," barely a whisper from a dead mans lips.

This time it wasn't fear or agony or a breaking heart she saw in his chocolate brown orbs – it was nothing. It was the void. It was something so far beyond the grasp of human emotion that she didn't know how to react but almost backed up in fear and had the nearly irresistible urge to empty her stomach there and then. She couldn't imagine losing her love and oldest friend – for that's what the TARDIS really was – all at once, especially after just being reunited.

When she looked at him now, standing solitary only a couple of meters away she could still see that his eyes were mostly unchanged, but she had been watching and had noticed one tiny difference most would have missed.

The more the Daleks or Davros spoke the stronger a spark of anger ignited in his eyes. While Donna knew that pure, unadulterated Time Lord anger could not be a good thing, anything had to be better than the blackness she had seen before.

'Excellent,' Davros continued in a gleeful, mocking tone. 'Even when powerless, a Time Lord is best contained. And it was just so easy.' Donne glared at him with everything inside her.

'And bet you're still afraid though,' she sneered at him, sounding more confident than she felt. 'Somewhere in that rotting carcass of yours.' For once she knew it was her who was going to have to keep up the conversation – she couldn't rely on the Doctor to keep up his half, and most of the time more than, of the banter.

She reached up and lightly flicked the barrier surrounding her, testing tentatively, making sure it wouldn't electrocute her or anything if she touched it.

Davros seemingly ignored her comment, but his expression didn't hold that same, sick sort of happiness. 'It is time we talked, Doctor, after so very long—'he spoke facing the Doctor as if still expecting a response.

'No, no, no, no, no,' Donna cut in again, this time gaining the mutants attention as he wheeled around to face her curiously. 'We're not doing the pondering over fond memories bit so you can just skip it. I want to know what's happening right here, right now, 'cos the Supreme Dalek said 'vault', am I right?' she held up a finger and continued without letting him speak, not wanting to break the roll she was on. 'As in dungeon. Cellar. Prison,' she states, looking around boredly at their surroundings, still shooting worried and probing looks in the Doctors direction, hoping she was being subtle as she wanted to keep the attention away from him for as long as possible.


'You're not in charge of the Daleks, are you? They've got you locked away down here in the basement, like, what, a servant? Slave? Court jester? So much for being such a high and mighty creator,' she returned his own mocking back at him.

'We have... an arrangement.' Davros commented unconvincingly, as if he had a say in this arrangement. Donna had to suppress a snort at this but couldn't hold back her incredulous laugh.

'Yeah sure you mutant freak… Oh wait,' she held her arms up as if she just had a wonderful epiphany. 'I've got it! You're the Dalek's pet!'

'You are full of fire for a human and he seems to have lost his. Why bother trying so hard like this when he obviously cares not for you if he can't even face me to save you. All he cares about is the dead one, you don't mat-'but he was cut off.

'Leave her alone.' There was no pleading in his voice, only a cold fury that demanded to be obeyed – even Donna could not suppress a shudder, though it was her he was defending.

'Oh and he awakens at last. She is mine Doctor and I will do as I please.' Davros cackled just slightly, although his wariness seemed to be back.

'Then why am I still alive?' Donna asked, only half curious, watching out of the corner of her eye for any movement from the Doctor to indicate some sort of – any sort of – plan. But even when he spoke he hadn't looked up.

'You do not matter and as you care so much for your precious Doctor I thought it would be nice for you to be here to see his downfall – to watch his pathetic human emotions crush him in a thousand pieces as I destroy everything that ever mattered to him.' Donna couldn't stand the look on his face as he spoke. 'Besides, the prophecies of Dalek Caan suggest there is some reason for you to be here – although after this pathetic display perhaps it was only to be his voice… you can not be the fire Caan so often speaks about.'

She saw his armored fingers push some of the buttons on his control panel and a great beam of light descended on a space in the back of the room – showing the unprotected Dalek Caan.

'So cold and dark. Fire is coming... the endless flames...'

What the hell, she couldn't help but think. How could anyone make sense out of such ramblings? 'It's insane!' She yelled at Davros. 'I don't care what that thing is but I highly doubt you can trust its word. This must be a new low for the Daleks, relying on insanity to lead them. Who's pathetic now Davros?' She taunted, unable to stop herself even though she knew provocation was probably a terrible idea.

He is the last of the Cult of Skaro.'

'Is that supposed to mean something to me?' She asked sarcastically.

'He flew into the Time War, unprotected. He saw Time. Its infinite complexity and majesty raging through his mind. And he saw you. Both of you. All of you.' Davros raved, almost as if he himself worshipped the other Dalek.

'This I have foreseen in the wild and the wind.' Caan continued in his riddles, his tone almost sounding as though he was fishing for a reaction, directing his words straight at the Doctor. 'The Doctor will be here, as witness, at the end of everything. The Doctor and his precious Children of Time!' The Dalek giggle insanely. 'And one of them will die!'

Finally a reaction was drawn and the Doctor raised his head, looking darkly at the tiny figure, eyes burning. 'Was it you?' He spoke between clenched teeth, almost spitting the words out like it caused him pain to even acknowledge the being that took his everything away from him. 'Did you do this?'

At this point Donna was even surprise he had thought to ask without ripping the foul little creature apart, because she was sure he was capable of it, even with the barrier.

When he gained no response his voice rose to louder than she had even heard come from his mouth. 'TELL ME!'

'Oh, that's it,' Davros spoke almost in awe as he stared at the Doctors face. 'The end, the fire, the rage of a Time Lord who butchered millions. There he is. Why so shy? Show your companion... show her your true self.' The Doctor stayed silently but Donna saw and heard that his breathing became uneasy and she knew that he was losing it. This would be it. 'Dalek Caan has promised me that, too. You will lose yourself to the rage, the all consuming anger and hate.'

'I have seen it. At the time of-'

'SHUT UP!' the Doctor roared, his chest heaving now is suppressed emotion. 'No more riddles Davros, what does he mean?'

'We will discover it together... our final journey. Because the ending approaches. The testing begins.' He turned a face something else again, and neither of them liked the connotations of his last sentence.

'Testing of what,' Donna asked suddenly, afraid.

'The reality bomb,' the monster answered. Donna, confused, looked over at the Doctor for some sort of conformation, only to see him looking at Davros, a horrified look on his face, the first real emotional look he's had since this all started beside murderous rage.

'Z-Neutrino Energy.' He whispered, panic entering his expression. 'No. Davros, you can't! You CAN'T! NO!' Donna knew this was one time she wouldn't get an explanation but at that moment she didn't care because if the Doctor still had enough of himself inside that he still cared about the fate of human-kind she knew there was hope. The only thing was that now she didn't know if he had any of the reservations he had before and a Time Lord with nothing to lose, one that doesn't care about the rules of the universe that they are suppose to follow, it a dangerous being, she didn't need anyone to tell her that to figure it out.

'Every atom in existence is bound by an electrical field. The Reality Bomb cancels it out - structure falls apart. That test was focused on the prisoners alone. Full transmission will dissolve every form of matter.' Davros burst into an explanation without prompt and Donna felt her fear grow as the "test" was completed.

But then she remembered. 'The stars are going out,' she whispered, just loud enough for the others to hear. 'That's what she said.' Her gaze flickered once again to the Doctor face and knew instantly she had made a mistake. Even at the indirect mention of her his gaze was once again cold and lifeless, directed at the floor. When he spoke again she hardly even recognized his voice.

'The twenty-seven planets. They become one vast transmitter. Blasting that wavelength.' He spoke as if he didn't really care, but she knew he did, somewhere inside he still did and she clung to that thought, not wanting the last of her hope to slip away.

'Across the entire universe. Never stopping. Never faltering. Never fading. People and planets and stars will become dust. And the dust will become atoms and the atoms will become... nothing. And the wavelength will continue, breaking through the Rift at the heart of the Medusa Cascade into every dimension, every parallel, and every single corner of creation.' As this he became almost hysterical. 'This is my ultimate victory, Doctor! The destruction of reality itself!' Davros ended in a manic shout and victory.

Suddenly all noise ceased as a massive screen appear in mid-air and a very familiar face popped up and Donna couldn't help but sigh in relief at even seeing someone else on their side.

'This message is for the Dalek Crucible. Repeat: can you hear me?' Martha spoke clearly, hopefully.

'Put me through,' the Doctor demanded quietly, his tone defeated, a quake tremor somewhere in its depths waiting for the next trigger to come bursting forth.

For a reason Donna both understood and questions Davros did as the Doctor said without argument and Caan still remain silent, a resounding murmur escaping him every once in a while.

'Doctor! I'm sorry. I had to.' Martha began quickly with an explanation to something they didn't even know about yet.

Donna waited as she looked directly at the Doctor for the first time. She waited for the realization that something was very wrong, that something had happened that couldn't be fixed.

Martha took in his downcast, drawn and ashen colored face. His dull eyes that avoid contact with anyone and his posture that made it look like he would go crashing to the ground at any moment.

But the dark girl didn't quite have enough time to add everything together before Davros once again interrupted.

'Oh! But the Doctor is powerless - my prisoner. State your intent.'

'I've got the Osterhagen Key. Leave this planet and its people alone, or I'll use it.' She held up a small disk and Donna noted that she looked as though she regretted her words even as she spoke them. 'There's a chain of twenty-five nuclear warheads placed in strategic points beneath the Earth's crust. If I use the key, they detonate and the Earth gets ripped apart.' She explained, obviously realizing none of them would know about the key.

'What?' Donna screeched. 'Are you insane Martha? What the hell are you thinking!?' She scowled up at the other woman in disgust.

'The Osterhagen Key is to be used if-'but Donna wouldn't here it.

'No, I don't care Martha! There is no excuse. No possible reason someone could use to justify making or activating something like that.'

Martha's expression became harder, not liking being accused as she was. 'I won't argue with you, 'cos there's more than that. Now, I reckon the Daleks need these twenty-seven planets for something, but what if it becomes twenty-six? What happens then? Daleks? Would you risk it?'

Donna hmm'ed thoughtfully for a second. 'Oh you're still good,' she couldn't help but comment.

Martha suddenly frowned, eyes searching for something in their room. 'What is going on? Doctor, why haven't you said anything? Wait… where's Rose?' Donna tried to prevent it, by the time Martha even got close to the name she was shaking her head frantically but was paid no mind.

The Doctor once more raise his gaze to look piercingly at Martha and he froze, almost like a living statue. He did not speak.

Donna couldn't help but let out a breath, she thought her name would bring on a stronger reaction.

'She's gone… as well as the TARDIS.' Donna took it upon herself to explain in the least painful way possible.

She thought she heard a sound like a growl come from the Doctors direction but it was so soft and deep she decided to pass it off as her imagination.

Then another screen appeared just like the first and Donna couldn't help but grin as she saw the handsome face that filled it.

'Captain Jack Harkness calling all Dalek boys and girls! Are you receiving me? Don't send in your goons or I'll set this thing off.'

Donna stared and grinning in amazement. "How are you even alive?'There were three people with him she didn't recognize and she turned slightly towards the Doctor for an introduction before thinking of the stupidity of the action.

Jack ignored her question gracefully, a smug grin planted of his face. She knew he was faking it, sadness still lingering in his gaze. 'I've got a Warp Star wired into the mainframe. I break the shell and the entire Crucible goes up.'

They continue to talk and no one but Donna notices how the Doctors eyes become a shade even darker and how his scowl deepens. No one notices until it's too late and they have said all the wrong things.

'And the prophecy unfolds.' Davros cuts off the conversation with Sarah-Jane suddenly, looking back at the Doctor and grinning sadistically. 'The Doctor's soul is revealed. Look and See his true heart!'

All their eyes drift to the Doctor and they finally realize something is very wrong, even more so than before.

'The man who abhors violence, never carrying a gun. But this is the truth, Doctor: you take ordinary people and you fashion THEM into weapons. Behold your Children of Time transformed into murderers. I made the Daleks, Doctor. You made this. Already, I have seen them sacrifice today for their beloved Doctor. The Earth woman who fell opening the sub wave network.'

He does ask who, it doesn't matter, and he knows that Davros is telling the truth, he always has. And he doesn't try to defend them as he once might have. He had lost his mercy and now his faith in this species he spent so long protecting was following just as quickly and this time there was no one that could bring it back… no one to bring him back.

'How many more? Just think. How many have died in your name? The Doctor... the man who keeps running, never looking back, because he dare not, out of shame. This is my final victory, Doctor. I have shown you... yourself.'

He couldn't stop the flashes flow through his mind. All the people that had died, because of him, always him. Jade, Lynda, Sir Robert, Mrs. Moore, Mr. Skinner, Ursula, Bridget, the face of Bo, Chantho, Astrid, Luke, Jenny, River, the hostess, sky. All these past by in a second and then his mind slowed down and he watched as his blonde haired angel was pulled towards the void, images planted in his head of her burning within the TARDIS, screaming for his help but not receiving it.

In reality the others watched as he groaned and clutched his head, falling to his knees, murmuring out words that got steadily louder in his panic.

'No. Don't… Hold on… No no no no, Rose!' He cried out only to fall silent on his knees, head in his arms as he rocked back and forth.

They all watched as the strongest man they had ever met broke down in front of their eyes. Donna looked back up to see Martha with tears on her cheeks. Jack was yelling at Davros to stop. She saw the blonde woman to his side hide her face as she wept and figured that was Roses mother, it was obvious Jack had already told her of Roses fate as she was not surprised by this turn of events, only heartbroken.

'Suddenly a Dalek voice rang out threw the camber. 'Transmat engaged.'

The people on the screen disappeared, only to reappear right in front of Donna, but none of them looked happy to be reunited. They didn't fight as they were herded into a group. None of them could tear their eyes away from the broken man crouched on the ground.

Davros babbled about surrender and continued on about the prophecy and still none of them reacted, or even listened. Their eyes were glued to the Doctor, but it wasn't him anymore. The man who raised his head and stood back up was not their Doctor but an angry and primitive god that made them all want to cower in fear.

He was to the right and behind Davros and so the insane creature did not notice his rise, just continued to screech about his wonderful, foolproof plan and the detonation of the bomb.

Suddenly an unexpected noise floated around the room and made them all turn to face the back as the erratic and high-pitched giggle of Dalek Caan sounded out.

'The heart of him, it will be shown and the silly creator believed himself to be in control.' The insane Dalek drawled. 'But he did not realize – as Dalek kind even at the loss of my mind I have more control over the soldiers.' One of his tentacles moved up and seemed to point to the other Daleks in the room. 'The Doctor has been complacent, did not check his barrier, just as the prophecy predicted and now it is his time. The soldiers let him free just as I ordered; only the girl is trapped in invisible blue.' He giggled manically again, seeming very pleased with himself.

The Doctor, not showing a second of surprise or hesitance, stepped forward toward Davros, glaring as the abomination stared at him in fear for the first time.

'The Oncoming Storm shall break the Doctors most sacred rule and he will become the man that did – for without his beautiful pink rose his sense of revenge has returned, he has reverted back to his state of being born through fire and war and his mercy has disappeared and the Daleks that have become so wrong shall quiver in fear and die the deaths that are rightful to them.' Caan spoke up again as the Doctor reached down, his hand disappearing into his pocket.

It only took two seconds for his fingers to find purchase on the object they searched for and they all watched in stunned disbelief and abject horror as he pulled out the one thing they thought they would never see on his person.

He raised his arm and clutched in his right hand, his left supporting it, was a very Dalek looking gun, pointing directly at Davros' blue eye in his forehead. A dangerous sneer crossed his face and he flicked a switch, prepared, his stance rigid and unforgiving, no sign of a bluff or of him backing down – not even a modicum of the hesitance he had shown after Jenny's death.

'The Doctor is threatening the operation, Exterminate. Exterminate,' familiar mechanic voice rang out.

Almost faster than they could see the Doctor had spun around and fired three blue lasers, killing the only Daleks in the room.

'Doctor,' Martha choked out in horror, her facial expression matching those of the people surrounding her.

He turned towards her, gaze sweeping over them with not even a glimmer of remorse or guilt in his stony gaze as he went back to position, the gun trained on Davros.

'Davros,' he spoke, voice deep and accusing – colder than they had ever heard it before. He stepped closer to the man. 'You filth,' he spat. 'What could you possible accomplish by all of this,' he asked rhetorically, waving his arm around frantically before returning it to its resting place. 'You will die along with everyone else and then your whole disgusting existence will mean even less than it already does.'

'You've underestimated me before Doctor,' Davros sounded fearful, unsure as he spoke – he no longer had control over what was to transpire. 'Perhaps you've done it again. After all –'

'SHUT UP,' the Doctor yelled, eyes wide and nostrils flaring slightly in anger, holding the gun just a little higher and more tightly. 'It is you who underestimated this time and I am going to enjoy watching you die as much as you enjoyed taking everything away from me.' His voice quivered just barely at the end of his sentence. 'It's over Davros, I'm done.' They saw his grip become more firm on the weapon and he held it up to aim.

They held their breaths and they could see in his stance the moment he was going to pull the trigger. The action began, one they all knew he would not come back from and some couldn't help but snap their eyes shut tightly and look away.

'DOCTOR! STOP!'

It was not a voice they expected to here, not that they expected to hear anyone in particular either, but they all turned towards the shout, even the Doctor, his posture wavering for the first time at such a familiar voice pleading with him.

A figure walked towards him and he was staring into dark blue eyes that were staring right back at him but with no accusation in them. They showed only sympathy, understanding and a shared pain that had tears rolling down his cheeks for the first time.

'But the TARDIS… Rose,' his voice cracked into a whisper at her name, 'him… and them… they killed her Jackie.'

A/N So… what did you think? I was actually planning to go until Roses return but I decided if I did that it would be way way too long so I left it here with a sort of cliffhanger if you are really anxious to know what Jackie is going to do and say.

As I type I've already done the first few paragraphs of the next chapter so it'll probably be up tomorrow or the next day because I'm really into this part of the story and I can't wait to write it.

Also sorry for any mistakes because I didn't Beta this chapter.

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