Short, I know but I wanted it separate from the last chapter and separate from the next and I'm not one to add fluff simply for the sake of hitting my preferred target of a minimum 1500 words. If I get a start on the third story of this series sometime this week, I'll update again with the next chapter :) I pinky swear!

I offer you Teslen cookies in thanks for your fantastic reviews and can only hope you continue to enjoy the next few (rather dicey) chapters!

Also, sorry for fangirling... *looks away ashamedly*

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"They can't just be gone," Henry said again as they scoured the forest one last time. "I mean how on earth would someone capture Druitt alive?"

"With a great deal of skill," Rose muttered, closing her eyes as her brow furrowed in concentration.

"And you can't hear them?"

"I can," she said slowly, making a face. "But not properly. They're all unconscious at the moment which isn't helping matters."

"Unconscious?" Henry echoed nervously.

"Unconscious but alive," Rose confirmed, biting her lip and spinning around to face away from Henry. "This way," she said firmly, pointing dead ahead.

"Are you sure?" he asked uncertainly. "Shouldn't we go back and double check where Kate and Magnus's packs were?"

"No," she said, starting off quickly in the direction she suggested. "There isn't much time. This will all be easier if we can get there before they wake up."

"Where's there?" Henry called, hurrying after her.

"Let's find out, shall we?"

"Bingo!" Rose called excitedly, sprinting off into the forest.

"Wait!" Henry cried, racing after her. They'd been searching for an hour and except for a few choice curses as they tripped over rocks, they'd said nothing, focused instead on finding exactly where the others had been taken.

"Hurry up," she called over her shoulder, coming to a stop next to a large pile of rocks. The large grey boulders were stacked in a suspiciously neat circle, tiny glints of purple sparkling out at them in the dim light from between the rocks. "We're in," she said with a grim smile, hands on hips as she cautiously surveyed the rocks.

"You mean this is it?" Henry asked, dropping the packs they'd collected on the ground by their feet. "We're just going to walk in the front door and ask for our friends back?"

"Oh this isn't the front entrance, we passed that ages ago," she said with a shrug, bending down to take a closer look. "Sneaky buggers," she muttered, flicking at some of the purple crystalline substance that appeared to be gluing the rocks together. "This is why I couldn't get a strong enough lock on them," she explained at Henry's confused look. "It's the same resin they use to preserve themselves, the one that blocks me."

"Isn't that stuff supposed to be hell to break?"

"Which is why it's a good thing we've got these," she continued, grabbing a pair of stunners from the bags. "Helen managed to rig them to get a constant beam and it helped to break it up. Since it's only thin here we should be blasting through it in no time."

"And then what? We sneak in and try to destroy a nest of vampires? We don't have anything that's going to be remotely effective against them," Henry said, brow furrowing.

"Leave it to me," Rose said with a queer look, eyes clouding before she set her jaw, pulling apart the stunner with ease before reassembling and aiming the weapon. It took them only a few minutes to create a space large enough for them at which point they both stepped back, admiring their handy work.

"How far down do you think it is?" Henry asked, eyeing the dark of the cavern they'd uncovered.

"Not too far, I hope," Rose said apprehensively.

"Why?"

"I haven't spent nearly enough time in the sun recently. I'd say if we're down there for more than 7 or so hours I'll probably collapse."

"What?" Henry cried, startled at the revelation. "Collapse? What do you mean collapse?"

"Just that. If I go for too long without sunlight I'll fall into a coma of sorts," she said with a shrug.

"Coma?"

"How do you think I got to be 1600 years old?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.

Henry floundered for a moment, unsure of what to say. "Is that what you meant when you said you had a nap?" he asked, narrowing his eyes and she grinned.

"Roughly 700 years, I believe."

He gaped.

"Careful, the wind might change and then you'll be stuck that way," she quipped, turning back to the rocks. "You needn't worry though, if I think it's going to happen, I'll climb straight back out. You'll have to stay put, hide out for a while while I get my strength back, of course but you should be relatively safe, this appears to be an old entrance, one they gave up on using a long time ago."

"And you're telling me this now?" Henry asked, eyebrows shooting up.

"It shouldn't take us nearly that long," she said soothingly. "From what I can tell the others aren't that far below us. They're starting to wake up now which makes it a little easier to follow them."

"God, I hope you're right," Henry said, shaking his head as they grabbed the climbing harnesses from their packs.

"Allons-y!" Rosie replied with a grin and Henry pulled a face. "It's a-."

"No, I got that. I just never picked you for a fan," Henry said, shaking his head at the revelation.

"I've always had a thing for older men," she replied with a grin. "Even better if they're immortal, tall and thin with messy brown hair."

"And here I was thinking you'd be interested for the plots," he said with a mischievous grin.

"Hey, a girl's got to pass the time somehow."

"Oh just stop there. Before I take that where you intended for me to take it."

"Stop insulting my television preferences and let's go save the day," she reprimanded with a grin.

"Whatever you say Captain," he grumbled.

"Oh don't even get me started on Jack Harkness..."

"Rose!" he whined and she laughed.

"Another time then."