The Doctor pulled her inside and closed the TARDIS door. Then he pulled his sonic from his inside pocket and used it to deactivate the psychic dampening field and unlock the bracelet Cavin made her wear.

"Better?" he asked, catching her eye as he tenderly rubbed her wrist.

"Much," she replied, smiling.

He was there. Actually, truly there. She wanted to find out how he got there, when he got there, how he found out where she was, but another part of her, okay, most of her, didn't care about all that. That part wanted to grab his lapels and kiss him and keep kissing him until day turned to night and night turned to day. Until she was completely lost in him and her and…

"Rosie!" Jack called.

Jack! She looked over. He was standing near the console. So, that's how the Doctor got there. It must have been Jack. He must have told the Doctor what was going on. She smiled, more than smiled. In the next moment she was running across the control room.

"Rose!" another man called.

She recognized his voice. A voice that had tormented her for months. She stopped before she reached the console. He was there, in the jump seat. The Master. Handcuffed to the railing. He smiled, as if someone had just given him the best news he'd ever heard and that smile sent a shiver of revulsion through her.

"Are you all right? He didn't hurt you did he?" the Master asked.

Her revulsion turned to anger as all the memories coursed through her. Memories of the past few months and everything he'd done to her. Torturing her, tormenting her, keeping her prisoner, and most of all, making her give up Violet. Making her send her own daughter away to protect her. In that moment hate coursed through her, in a way she'd never felt before. Hope, happiness, every good emotion inside of her fled before the feeling that overwhelmed her. She didn't just want him gone. She wanted him dead.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew it was wrong, but she didn't care. He had taken everything from her and now he would pay. She reached into his mind, burning it. The Master screamed, grabbing the sides of his head as he slid from the jump seat to the floor.

"Rosie," Jack asked, but his voice was far away and growing farther by the second.

The Master wreathed in agony, screaming. She smiled. Good. He should suffer for what he did, for everything he'd done. She hated him, loathed him, wanted him gone, but not just gone. Dead. Eternally dead.

"Rose," the Doctor's voice this time, but far away, farther than Jacks voice, like the last vestiges of a dream she was waking from. "Rose, please, don't do this. This isn't you."

Maybe it hadn't been her before, but those months alone with the Mater, they changed her. Having to send her daughter away changed her. There was no forgiveness left. The man wreathing on the floor deserved this, he deserved to die.

"Rose, please," the Doctor begged. "Stop." She felt his hand on her shoulder and the dream of him began to merge with reality. "Don't let him do this to you."

She spun around, releasing the Master as she faced the man before her. The Time Lord who left her standing on a beach. The only man she truly loved. The Doctor. The man who walked away.

"You have no idea what he's done to me! What I've been through. You left! You walked away! You left both of us standing on that godforsaken beach in Norway!"

"Rose I…" he began.

Blind with fury she reached into his mind. Burning him in her anger. He screamed, grabbing the sides of his head as he knelt down in pain.

"I…I wanted you to be safe," he finally managed.

"Safe? And how'd that work out?"

"I…I'm sorry…" he doubled over in pain, but managed to catch her gaze. "I'm so sorry, Rose."

"Rosie, please, let him go," Jack pleaded.

She felt her friend's hand on her shoulder and that's when she realized what she was doing. Oh. God. What have I done? She broke her link with the Doctor's mind and ran to him, bending down as tears filled her eyes. She almost killed him. The man she loved. Guilt flooded through her.

"Doctor, I…I'm sorry," she sobbed.

"It…it's all right," he said, pulling her into a hug.

"No, it's not," she replied, pushing back. "I almost killed you."

This new ability. It was dangerous, it made her dangerous. What if Jack hadn't been there to stop her? She could have killed him.

"Rose," he said, cupping her cheeks and gazing into her eyes. "It's not your fault. It's from dampening your abilities while they were developing. You'll learn to control it."

"But what if I can't," she replied.

She'd turned on him in anger and in that moment she hadn't seen the man she loved. She'd been consumed by hate, fury. What if it happened again? What if she turned on someone else?

"You will. I'll help you. Okay?" he asked, holding her gaze and she could feel him, in her mind, feel the truth of his words.

She nodded as the emotions she'd kept pent up rolled out of her through her tears. He pulled her into another hug and she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. He was there. Really truly there. Her Doctor.

She heard Jack clear his throat, reminding her that they weren't alone. Reluctantly, she pulled out of the hug. She caught the Doctor's gaze and they shared a smile before she stood up and turned to her friend.

"Is that what it takes to get a hug? Nearly dying?" Jack teased.

She smiled and then threw her arms around the immortal man.

"Jack!" she exclaimed.

He pulled her close and for just a moment she was taken back to the last time she shared a hug with him aboard the TARDIS, only, this time there was no Crucible. Not threat of a reality bomb. She laughed.

"Rosie," he said when he finally pulled back. "I missed you."

"You too." And then she paused. "Hang on. Where's Violet?"

"Gwen's taking care of her."

"Gwen?" she asked.

"Charles Dickens," the Doctor replied.

She glanced at the Time Lord. He was standing over the Master who was slumped on the floor. Charles…? Then she remembered. The woman who worked for that undertaker. The Doctor bent down and felt for a pulse.

"He's still alive," the Time Lord announced.

She wasn't entirely sure how that made her feel. She didn't want to kill anyone, but The Master wasn't just anyone. He put her through hell and she knew as long as he was lived Violet wouldn't be safe.

"What're we going to do with him?" Jack asked.

"Oh, I know exactly what to do with him," the Doctor said, catching Jack's eye and smiling. "But I'll need your help."

"With pleasure," the man agreed.

She had so many ideas over the months he kept her prisoner, but the one she really liked was dropping him into the Void. Something told her that wasn't the Doctor's plan, but she knew whatever it was he'd make sure both her and Violet were safe from the other Time Lord.

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