Author's Note: So. Life has turned into one giant stress-ball with no end in sight. Solution? Post all of Unintentional in one go so I have one less thing to worry about. Hold onto your hats!
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There were two people inside her head. One, named Rose, who loves and hates the Doctor in equal measure. She is the one who wants to kill him, the one trained to do it. The one in control.
The other is trapped, chained once more deep within the recesses of her own mind in a place, she realizes now, she never really escaped from. She paces within the confines of her cage, searching desperately for a way out. A way to stop the brainwashed Rose from killing the Doctor. This is Bad Wolf, and she will not be tamed.
The Slendermen know she is here. Know, and don't care. They are unconcerned with her. Even Bad Wolf is helpless before them, unable to accept their existence. As with the rest of the universe, Bad Wolf shies away from them, cannot look at them. They stand in her blind spot. It is everything she can do to simply claw her way past them to the forefront of her brain. Slowly, she finds cracks in the web of the conditioning, eases her way between them. She knows when she gets too close: she blanks out and finds herself in odd corners of her mind. But then she turns, sees the webs, remembers. More and more she succeeds. Bits and bobs of her escape the cage to press against the glass wall of her enclosure. Out of jail, but not out of prison. She doesn't have any control. But she can see at least. Can tell what the small, broken part of herself is doing. She is walking.
Bad Wolf frowns in concentration, trying to make sense of what she is seeing. The nausea makes it difficult though, amplified by the rushing of blood in her ears. The world waves sickeningly back and forth in front of her and for a brief moment, Bad Wolf is glad that she is not the one in control. Vomiting inside the space suit would not be pretty.
She presses against the glass, no not glass, but something… She presses flat like a child outside a sweet shop. This close, she can finally begin to make sense of the things Rose is seeing and feeling. Her vision waves, because she is underwater. The rushing sound is waves over the microphone. Spacesuits are meant for space, so why is she underwater? Whatever their destination, it is a long walk to get there, and Bad Wolf spends the time inspecting the wall before her. She touches it, and recoils when some of it comes away on her hand, the substance beading like oil on water. She swipes frantically at her face and clothes, trying to get it off. It doesn't roll away like it should; it smears, soaking into her skin – her mind. And suddenly she understands. This isn't the outer wall of her prison. It's Rose. The part of her psyche molded by Madam and hidden by the Slendermen. This is the part that lusts for the Doctor's death. Bad Wolf, created out of nothing more than love for him and a desire to keep him safe, cannot understand.
And without that understanding, she cannot pass through. Bad Wolf and Rose. Oil and water. Two completely different substances that are utterly unable to mix. The personality of Rose was tissue-thin, but may as well have been three miles high and ten miles thick. She was still trapped.
The water began to brighten, the sand sloping upwards and Bad Wolf began to panic. She just knew that the Doctor would be waiting for them on the beach. And if Rose was still in control when they saw him… It didn't bear consideration. Bad Wolf studied the entity that was Rose. She would never understand the impulse to kill the Doctor. But…perhaps…she could accept. She closed her eyes and reached out, her hands sinking into the twisted logic of wanting to kill your lover.
Don't understand. Simply accept. Accept. She chanted to herself.
The oil of Rose Tyler crept up her arms, sinking into her pores as the water broke over her head. She stepped onto wet sand, blinking in confusion as she felt the two separate impulses fighting within her.
Kill him, whispered Rose.
Save him, whispered Bad Wolf.
"River," whispered the Doctor.