Sarah grinned from ear to ear and ran straight into the Doctor's arms, "I'm sorry I screwed up." She said into his shoulder as Ten, Donna, and River Song came out of the TARDIS.

He held her out at arm's length frowning, "You didn't screw up, you did beautifully." Looking past her he saw the Silurians and released her, "Now why are there two Silurians on a Dalek ship?" He walked away from her to talk to the Silurians and Ten followed suit.

"He thinks you're brilliant, you know." Sarah turned to see who was talking and saw River Song smiling at her.

She shook her head, turning back to look at the Doctor, "No he doesn't." Then turned back to her, "And you are?" Sarah knew perfectly well who River was, she had recognized her as soon as she had walked out of the TARDIS, but she knew she couldn't say that to River because the only memory Sarah had of River was her death. Which meant, obviously, that River didn't know she was going to die yet.

River frowned, "The Doctor said you had all his memories."

"Not exactly. Only up until he wiped my mother's mind." Sarah had to look away when she met River's eyes. Not because she was intimidated by her, but because she couldn't bear to feel the Doctor's pain that he felt when he watched River die. The more she used this strange… gift (if you could call it that) to see the Doctor's memories, the more in touch she came with him. She could feel the emotions that came with the memories now, and it scared her.

"Huh. Well, anyways, I'm River Song. His wife."

Her eyes widened, "The Doctor?! Married?" Now that, Sarah hadn't known.

River smiled, "I know. It's hard to believe that man could ever settle down. It's not that he hasn't fallen in love before me, I know he has. He just… It's hard for him to trust people and open himself up in that way. He's seen so much and so many people have been ripped away from him… He's just afraid to love."

Sarah bit her lip and nodded, then frowned. "Everyone, shhh!" She hissed. Everyone turned to look at her as she strained to listen to what she thought she had heard.

"…Seven. Life. Forms. Detected. In. This. Room."

"Daleks." Everyone said in unison. The Silurians drew their weapons and aimed them at the door. River instantly took out two guns and pointed those at the door also.

"Everyone in the TARDIS!" Eleven yelled, but it was too late. The Daleks had arrived. There was no warning, no negotiating, they just opened fire on us. Within seconds, both Silurians were dead and River was the only one left firing. Ten, Eleven, Donna, and Sarah were all dodging fire and making their way back inside the TARDIS. Sarah got there first and knew exactly what she needed to do. She ran into the room she had first woken up in, grabbed her backpack and dumped its contents on the bed. Then, taking the two guns she had brought with her she ran back outside.

"Sarah! Get back in here! Where did you get guns?!"

"Just get out of here, I'm gonna blow up the lab go somewhere else!" She yelled over her shoulder before slamming the TARDIS door, not letting him argue with her. Sarah ran to River's side and helped her shoot the Daleks but it wasn't exactly working.

"What are you doing? Get back in the TARDIS!" River yelled over the gun fire.

"Do you trust me?" Sarah shot a Dalek for the fourth time and it finally shut down.

River shot at a Dalek over Sarah's head, "What?!"

"Do you trust me?" Sarah yelled again.

"Yes, yes I trust you!"

"Then give me your guns and get in the TARDIS. Make him leave."

"Are you insane?!" River shoved Sarah out of the way of an exterminating Dalek beam.

"Yes! Now give me your guns and run!" River hesitated before sighing. "Fine."

She handed Sarah her guns and sprinted to the TARDIS. Sarah kept shooting at the Daleks, but there were too many of them. When she saw that the TARDIS had finally left, she sprinted to the chemical table, dodging the Daleks narrowly as she ran. Sarah ducked behind the table and heard the Daleks approaching. She quickly tossed together some chemicals into a beaker and put a top on it, then shook it. Then, she ran to the exit of the lab. Calculating in her head she knew she had roughly five seconds before the Daleks could turn around and shoot her. She reached the exit. Five. Threw three guns and the chemicals as high in the air as she could. Four. And shot each gun and the chemical filled beaker before they hit the ground. Three. Two. One. Sarah turned and ran as fast and as far as she could, but the not fast enough. The blast threw her into the air and flung her into a wall. Everything went black.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Donna yelled at River, "You just let my eighteen year old daughter blow up a lab? She could be dead!"

"I didn't have a choice! She made me!"

"Oh yeah, let me guess, she put a gun to your head and forced you into the TARDIS?" Donna asked sarcastically.

"Doctor, you understand, right?" River turned to Eleven expectantly who hadn't said a word since they had left Sarah. Now, he looked up at River.

"River, there is an eighty five percent chance that Sarah is dead. She's brilliant. But she's not that brilliant."

"I didn't have a choice." River said through her teeth. Tears were beginning to stream down her cheeks.

"River's right." Ten said, "If Sarah insisted on being the hero, there was nothing River could do to stop her."

"There's always something you can do!" Eleven screamed, clearly distraught, "Who told you it was okay to let someone sacrifice themselves? Because it wasn't me!"

River walked over to the Doctor and lowered her voice so only Eleven could hear her. "We don't know that she's gone, Doctor."
He was silent for a moment and then he strode to the entrance of the TARDIS and walked out. He had taken the TARDIS just outside the lab, maybe a hall over. He began to jog to where the lab had been and heard the others follow him.
The first thing he saw was the doors to the lab blown to pieces on the ground and the actual lab still on fire. No evidence of anyone alive. The Doctor's heart began to sink as he walked closer to the lab. He crouched down near the lab and saw shards of a broken beaker still laced in chemicals. She was gone. There was no way Sarah could have survived the blast. He forced his anger and distress down, keeping it together just barely. Slowly, Eleven rose to his feet and began to turn around just as the others were arriving. The hope in their eyes drained as they saw the look on his face. Eleven turned his head in order to avoid eye contact with-
His eyes fell on a broken heap of a body in the corner of the room. The wall above it was cracked, undoubtedly where the body had hit before crumbling to the floor. The Doctor ran to Sarah and took out his sonic screwdriver and scanned her. Still alive. He could've cried with relief right then.
"Mmmm." Sarah groaned and he saw her eyelids flutter.
"Oi! Is she alright then?" Donna asked, clearly panicking.
"I don't know." Eleven said honestly and looked back to Sarah.
"Mum..." Sarah muttered, her eyes still closed. Donna shoved her way through Ten and River and knelt next to Sarah, grabbing her hand.
"I'm right here love." She whispered, a tear slid down her cheek.
"Donna, we have to get her back to the TARDIS. I need to look her over." Eleven said gently. Donna nodded and reluctantly moved her hand. Eleven then gently slid his hands under Sarah's body. She whimpered a bit, but as soon as she was in the Doctor's arms she clasped her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder.
"I'm going to die." Sarah whispered so only he could hear.
"No you're not." He muttered fiercely and began walking to the TARDIS. River ran ahead to hold the door open for him.
"It's ok," Sarah whispered again, "I'm not afraid."
The Doctor swallowed and walked into the TARDIS toward the room Sarah had stayed in just a short time ago.
"No," he said, lowering her down onto the bed as she winced, "but I am." He brushed the hair away from her face in a reassuring gesture, not sure which of them he was trying to comfort. He took out his screwdriver and scanned her injuries with more detail than he had the first time.
He sighed and could feel laughter bubbling up inside him, "Concussion, a broken rib, bruised ribs, and a fractured ankle." He put his screwdriver away and smiled down at Sarah, "All injuries that can be fixed. You're going to be just fine." But she was already sleeping again.
He turned back to the others who also looked relieved.
"Doctor," he addressed Ten, "You're coming with me to help me drive the ship." He turned to River and Donna, "You two go convert the human Daleks back to humans." He reached into Ten's jacket and tossed River his screw driver.
"And why should I have to give up my screwdriver?"
Eleven grinned and pulled out his own, "Because mine's new."
Suddenly the TARDIS violently shook. A moan came from the direction of Sarah's bed and Donna immediately rushed to her.
"Why is the TARDIS shaking?" River asked.
"It's not the TARDIS." Ten said.
"It's the ship. It's sensed an intruder and the Daleks programmed it to crash into the nearest object. The only thing they hate more than their own death is being taken over." Eleven finished.
"Well," River pocketed Sarah's gun that was now lying idly next to her lifeless hand, "Better get to it then."
Donna was crouched next to Sarah, her hand clutching Sarah's so tightly River was sure she was cutting off Sarah's circulation, "Donna."
The other woman suddenly looked up as if woken from a dream. She was still for a moment and then she frowned, shook her head, and rose to her feet, "Right. Sorry." She took one final glance at Sarah before leaving the room with River.

When he heard the TARDIS door shut, Eleven walked to Sarah's bed side. He looked over her sadly and wasn't surprised when Ten didn't remind him they didn't have time for this. Ten knew how Eleven felt, because they had felt the same pain time and time again. There's always someone getting hurt. And there's always that overwhelming sense of guilt that it's his fault. He brushed her hair out of her face and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. After all, Sarah wouldn't be here if it weren't for him.

Suddenly, a memory surfaces of Rory Williams yelling at him in a court yard in Venice. "It's not that you make people take risks," his voice echoes painfully in his head, "It's that you make them want to impress you."

Eleven leaned down to kiss her forehead, the memory still flashing behind his eyelids, "You have no idea how dangerous you make people to themselves when you're around." He was right, Rory. Always had been. Eleven pulled away from her just as the ship shook again and then slowly retreated out of the TARDIS with Ten, Rory's words drilling into him still.

"You have no idea…"

But I do, Rory. He thought to himself, I do.