She strode down the hall, a smile creeping across her lips. It was very nearly time. The Doctor had been captured and the girl, the honey in the trap. There were a few preparations to make, but before the day was out she'd have him. He'd either be dead or tormented for all of time.

She walked into the room. The meta-crisis was there. The doctors were readying him for transport. The final piece on the board. She watched them pull him out of the harness.

"Is everything in order?" she asked.

"Yes Madame. We're taking him down to the teleporter now," one of the doctors replied. She hadn't caught his name, didn't really care to know it. He was unimportant.

"Very good. Make sure he doesn't wake until he's in place."

"Yes, Madame."

She turned around and walked back down the hall. She needed to uncloak the ship to target the lasers, just in case things didn't go to plan. The Doctor wasn't going to get away from her this time.

She wasn't worried about being found. The Time Lord was safely tucked away inside the cell she'd created in that building far away from the TARDIS and there were only two people who could operate the Doctor's ship. The other one was in another universe. One way or the other the Time Lord would be out of her hair for good.

-0-

Amy hadn't been in the TARDIS before when she piloted herself, well, unless she counted that time the Doctor's ship couldn't land and he'd been kicked out and she was left inside, but that was different and had been, as the Doctor would say, extremely, really not good.

The TARDIS began to materialize. Sherlock ran over to the doors looking, well, a bit like the Doctor when he was running off to save someone. She raced after him, but at that moment there was a zapping noise and the TARDIS voice interface stood behind them, still with Sherlock's image.

"The ship has been located," the other Sherlock announced.

Ship? What ship? They hadn't been looking for a ship. Maybe the detective hit a button he shouldn't have when he was messing with the console.

"Sorry?" Amy asked.

"Ship?" the detective inquired.

"The Doctor ran a scan searing for other ships."

The Doctor…what? Why would he run a scan searching for…Oh! He must have been looking for Kovarian's ship.

"You mean spaceships? Like, Madam Kovarian's ship?" Amy asked.

Sherlock stepped closer to the, well, other Sherlock. His eyes were set and he seemed intent on something.

"Can you pilot us to the ship?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes," the other Sherlock replied.

Wait. What? They were there. Rose and the Doctor were there. All they had to do was go out and find them. And now he wanted fly off to Kovarian's ship?

"Sherlock, she's here not on some bloody ship," John fumed, mirroring Amy's feelings.

The Doctor was in trouble, they needed to find him, save him, not go gallivanting off after Kovarian's ship. Though, the idea of going after the woman who took her baby was very tempting, but the Doctor had to come first. Her baby was gone, but he was there.

"I know that, John, but Kovarian took her, teleported her out of her room. We could save her now, but what's to stop that woman from taking her again the same way? No, she won't be safe until Kovarian is stopped."

"But James is here and he could be doing-"

Sherlock rounded on his friend, his eyes flashing in anger.

"I know. I bloody well know what he could be doing!"

He was torn. He wanted to save her the same as Amy wanted to save the Doctor, maybe even more, if that was possible, but he was right about Kovarian. Neither Rose nor the Doctor would be safe until she was stopped. Only they couldn't be in two places at once…or could they?

"We'll go," Amy said.

"Sorry?" both John and Rory said at the same time.

"You two," she eyed Sherlock, "go find her, her and the Doctor. Stop James. We'll go after Kovarian."

"Amy," John said.

"That woman and me, we have unfinished business, wouldn't you say husband?" she asked, turning to Rory

He caught her gaze and she could see the other man, her Centurion, coming through.

"Yes, yes we do," he said, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. One that she really liked. She smiled then turned back to John and Sherlock.

"See? We've got this."

"Amy," Sherlock said, giving her a nod before he stepped out, followed by John. She could hear the respect in his voice. She wasn't Mrs. Pond anymore to the detective, she was Amy, and she couldn't help smiling as he closed the door.

"All right," Amy said, eyeing the other Sherlock. "Voice, whats-it-"

"TARDIS voice interface."

"Yeah, that, let's go."

A lever flipped and the Time Rotor began to move.

-0-

James opened his eyes. Sleeping…why the hell had he been sleeping? He gazed around. Control room. He was in the small room he'd set up with the teleporter and other technical equipment he'd put together. Why was he there? Ah, that's right. After separating Rose and the Doctor he'd come in there to run a scan of the building. Not that he was worried the TARDIS would show up. After all, he had the Doctor, but there was always a possibility.

Yes, scan then. He sat up and flipped levers, pressed buttons, and waited. The results came back almost instantly. Nothing found. No TARDIS, no rescue mission. Perfect.

He stood up, grabbed the medial gun, and then headed into the hall. First there was Rose to deal with. A little chat, then get both of them in place. He smiled as he thought about the Doctor's reaction. Oh, he knew what the Time Lord would do. What he'd offer to do, but the Doctor wouldn't be making the choice. No, that would be far too easy.

He opened the door and stepped into the room. She was lying on the floor. One of his men stood in the room, training a gun on her, just in case. Couldn't ever be too careful when it came to her. She had a way of getting out of these situations. Oh, but there was only one way out of this one.

He bent down next to her, took her arm, and injected her with the medical gun. Then he watched as her eyelids fluttered as she came back to consciousness. She moaned, sitting up, but when her eyes fell on him, she froze, only for a moment, then she gazed around the room and he could almost hear her thoughts. One door, one way out. One guard, armed.

"I know there's nothing I can say to stop you trying to escape," James said, giving her a smile as he caught her gaze. "but this will." He pulled out his phone and brought up the camera feed. The Doctor, still unconscious and standing over the Time Lord was one of James' men, pointing a gun at the Time Lord's head. He smiled before handing his mobile over. She took it, her eyes widening. "One bullet and he'll regenerate, but, I'm not sure if he ever told you this bit, another bullet while he's regenerating and no more Doctor. He dies, fully and completely, no regeneration, no second chance, just dead. If you even try to escape, he's dead. Got that?"

He expected, tears, an argument. Instead, she tucked her feeling away, pulled on a mask, similar to the one the Doctor wore. She wanted to kill him, he could see that and it made him smile.

"Yeah, got it," she snapped, handing his phone back.

"I like this new you, so much better than that simpering shop girl," he replied as he took his mobile and slipped it back into his pocket.

"So, what is this then? Some kind of game?"

He stood up, offering his hand to help her, but she ignored his offer and got up on her own. Yes, she was much more fun this way. If she survived he might consider keeping her. After a bit of reprogramming she'd be much more amiable.

"A game with very high stakes," he said.

"Life or death, yeah? Heard you the first time. Whose life and whose death?"

"That's entirely up to you, Rose."

"Me?"

"Yes, either the Doctor dies or you do. The choice is entirely yours, but don't decide now. First we're going to take a little walk and then once everyone is in place you can decide whether you want to save the Time Lord who broke your heart or finally be free of him forever."

He grabbed her arm and led her out of the room. He wasn't worried about her trying to escape. Not after showing her the camera feed. She knew what would happen if she attempted it. First her and then the Doctor. Once they were in place the real fun would begin.

-0-

John followed his friend down another hall. How large was this building? They'd been down three, checking all the room, which had all been empty so far. There was a layer of dust on everything. Had that ship got things wrong? No, not with the technology it had. They were in the right building, but where was she? And the Doctor…where was he?

He held his gun out, advancing faster than he wanted, but Sherlock was worried, more worried than he'd ever seen his friend, especially since worried wasn't something his friend did, at least, not very often. Sherlock was different though and he knew Rose was that difference. She changed the detective, made him feel, made him care. They had to find her before something happened, not just for her sake, but his friend's sake as well.

The hall ended in a choice. Right or Left.

"We'll split up. You go left, I'll go right," Sherlock said. "If you see the clone, you know what to do."

"I know exactly what to do," John said, cocking his gun.

-0-

Amy took the gun off the guard Rory knocked unconscious. She wasn't entirely sure if the Doctor would approve of what they were doing, going after Kovarian on their own, but he wasn't there. She crept down the hall behind her Centurion. The hall branched off to the right. She glanced at her phone.

"That way," Amy whispered, not wanting the draw the attention of anymore guards.

"Are you sure?" Rory asked.

"The TARDIS sent the ship's specs to my phone."

He turned down the hall. The engine room was just ahead. If she cut off the engine's power the ship would be dead in the water. Floating in space without power. She hoped that would keep Kovarian out of commission long enough for the Doctor to be found and then he could take care of the woman. Although, Amy wouldn't mind doing it herself, but she knew he'd be upset with her if she did.

"It's just up ahead," she said.

-0-

A large, thick necked man led the doctor down the corridor. Where was James and, more importantly, where was Rose? He tugged at the knot on the rope binding his hands behind his back. If he could manage to get lose he might have a chance.

"A nice stroll then? I like a nice stroll," he said, glancing at the bloke, hoping to keep the man's attention off his hands and what he was trying to do.

The bloke opened a door at the end of the hall and led him inside and across the room. He glanced around, trying to figure out where he was. Cement floor, there was a sitting room set at the other end with three walls around it, he could make out filming cameras, four of them, and a boom mic. It seemed to be a television or movie studio, but there was a layer of dust over everything, as if it hadn't been used in a long time.

He was led to a metal ladder at the back of the room. He glanced up. Catwalks. The bloke's radio crackled. The man pulled the radio off his belt and handed it to the Doctor. He really wasn't very bright.

"Yeah, love to, but as my hands are tied I'm afraid I can't take it," the Time Lord said, indicating his hands.

The bloke glanced at them and then back to the radio. Really, not very bright.

"Untie him, you idiot," the meta-crisis snapped through the radio.

"What if he tries to run?" the bloke asked.

"Seeing as I have a gun trained on the woman he loves I'm fairly sure he won't be causing any problems. Will you Doctor?"

Rose! He glanced around the room and then up to the catwalks. Is that were they were? Must be.

"I'll do whatever you want," he agreed.

"Good choice. Now, untie him you imbecile," the meta-crisis ordered.

The bloke untied the Doctor' s hands and then handed the radio over.

"Where is she?" he demanded.

"She's perfectly safe…whether she remains that way is entirely up to you."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to climb the ladder and join us."

He handed the radio back to the thick necked bloke and then began climbing up. He wasn't sure what the meta-crisis' plan was. If his clone wanted him dead then why not just kill him? He reached the top and climbed up onto the catwalk. The meta-crisis was halfway between him and…Rose! She was standing at the end of the catwalk at the edge of a drop off. He glanced down. Two stories up, at least, cement floor, if she slipped…fear lanced through his hearts. He took a step toward them.

"Ah, ah, ah," the meta-crisis said, cocking the gun he was pointing at Rose. "I don't want to kill her, but I will if don't stay put."

Don't want to kill her? Then was he planning on letting her go? No, no there was something going on. He was using her for some reason.

"Just let her go. I'm here. You've got me. You've won, just let her go," the Doctor said.

"Oh, I couldn't do that. Not when she's got such an important role to play in my little game."

"What role? What're you talking about?"

"Revenge, Doctor. That's what I'm talking about. The ultimate revenge. You see, I've given our girl a choice."

"What choice? What do you mean?"

The meta-crisis was mad, completely and utterly mad. He could see it in his clone's eyes. There had to be a way out, a way for him to get Rose away from that edge, get her out of that building, but without his sonic…

"I've had so many ideas over the years. Years that I've been trapped here, but when I saw the two of you together, well, there really was only one choice. You know what the funny thing is, Doctor?" the meta-crisis asked, with a bit of a mad laugh, the type that turned the Time Lord's blood cold. "My choice was to give her a choice." He swung around pointing the gun at the Doctor's chest. "Either, I fire two bullets, one to make you regenerate and the other to kill you…or, she jumps."

"No! I won't let you!" the Doctor yelled, advancing, but the meta-crisis swung the gun back, pointing it at Rose.

"I could always kill her, but, really, that would take all the fun out of it, don't you think." The Doctor backed off a few steps and his clone turned the gun back to him. "How do you like my game so far, Doctor?"

A hallow feeling settled in his hearts. He couldn't help her. There was nothing he could do, but stand there otherwise the meta-crisis would kill her.

"Why are you doing this?" the Doctor shouted.

"Oh, dear, Doctor, don't you know?" his clone asked. "I want to destroy you."

If that's what he wanted then the Time Lord would let him, gladly, if it met she lived.

"Then kill me and let her go!" he insisted.

"No!" Rose yelled.

He could hear fear in her voice, but there was something else…something that told him she wouldn't willingly let him die, but that was Rose. Always trying to save him.

"I never said I wanted to kill you. I said destroy you," the meta-crisis said.

"Destroy me?" he asked, trying to work out what his clone was saying.

"Tell me Doctor, how long will you be able to live knowing the woman you love killed herself to save you? Because we both know she won't let you die, but I'll tell you what, since I'm feeling generous I'll give you a chance. If you can talk her into letting me kill you then I'll let her go."

"Rose, don't do this!" he yelled.

"Oh, Doctor, you're going to have to try much harder than that," the meta-crisis said with a smirk.


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