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Rose sat up with a gasp. For a moment she was disoriented, she couldn't remember where she was or why she was there. But then it all came flooding in. The Silence, Vivian, cross breeds, all of it.

And then she saw the Doctor's dead body, lying on the ground, broken.

Rose felt her stomach drop. She shook her head, and then looked around. She was outside of the cell, but everything looked different. She felt powerful and strong, but her veins seemed to be on fire. Only one thing was on her mind. I must keep my Doctor safe. I must keep my Doctor safe. It seemed on repeat, like it was going on forever. Suddenly she was moving; down towards a room that she didn't know existed. The temperature dropped several degrees.

Her nose was bleeding and Rose shivered. Every footstep that she took echoed on the ground. Suddenly, she broke out into a run towards a dark hallway. At first Rose didn't see why she was running there until she saw a very familiar blue box chained up against a wall in one of the side rooms. Rose simply touched the chains and they fell away. Rose smiled weakly.

"Hello old friend," she rubs the side of the TARDIS soothingly for a moment. Finally, Rose opened the door and stepped inside to the bigger on the inside box. The Doctors overly large coat was hanging on a piece of the counsel. Rose looked at the TARDIS, and she saw a golden stream running. Rose focused further until she saw where she wanted to go.

The war that Vivian was a part of rushed past her. She could see everything that was going on. Rose stepped out of the TARDIS to an ashen landscape surrounding her. Rose could make out figures fighting and screaming all around her. One of the Silence stepped forward towards her. "Yoooooooooou," it hissed at her. It raised its hand as if to harm her, but she closed her eyes. Molecules to Atoms, Atoms to nothing. There was a dull gold flash and it was gone.

A young child stepped forwards. She looked strangely familiar to Rose, who then realized that it was Vivian. "Thank you!" the little girl cried out. "He was trying to kill me," young Vivian smiled at her.

As Rose studied young Vivian, she could see all of the choices that she would make to lead up to who she was today. Rose was tempted to let her die, to kill her now, but then, Rose never would've come back to this day to kill her, and then, Vivian would live, and Rose would go back. It would cause a paradox. Rose took a deep breath before answering. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"I'm Vivian," the little girl stuck a hand out to Rose, who hesitantly shook it.

"I'm…" Rose searched her memory. "I'm Jackie. It's a pleasure to meet you. Rose wished that it was true. She tilted her head a little ways before continuing. "I need to know, and I'm sorry if this question bothers you, but are you one of the crossbreeds?"

Vivian took a large breath. Her face reddened slightly before she answered. "Yes. I am one of the crossbreeds. Why?" she asked.

"I need to know if you've ever met your creator. The one who crossed the DNA of human and Silence?" Rose asked in a business like tone.

"Yes, I have met him. I lived with him for five years. When I turned five, I was sent out to the battle field because of my gifts," she smiled slyly.

"You have gifts, can I see them?" a Silence approached Vivian from behind. Rose raised a hand and the Silence exploded in a shower of light.

"If you explain yours," Vivian promised. Rose figured that there was no way to get out of this. She followed the possible paths in her mind before coming to her only chance of survival and not interfering.

"It's a long story. I was born on a rift in time and space. I can't do too much, but it is helpful now and then," Rose lied through her teeth. There, she never even mentioned the Time Vortex.

Vivian nodded. "I guess that makes some sense. But many people have been born over a rift in time and space. Why do you have powers?"

Rose shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe something special was going on," she looked into Vivian's dark eyes. "I've done my share, now what are your gifts?"

"Not much. I can control the weak minded, and I can change what other people see. Like, influence their mind so they may or may not see something. It's a terrible pain though. The older people are much better at it than I am," Vivian concentrated hard, furrowing her eyebrows. Finally she sighed in surrender. "See, I can't do it to you. Either I'm not at my most powerful or you're strong minded," Vivian paused to think for a moment. "I'm guessing the latter."

Rose laughed before turning around. "I must go. It was nice to meet you."

Rose sat in the TARDIS with her face in her hands. She didn't know what to do next. The Doctor was dead and all she could do was figure everything out. Rose stood up, and impulsively grabbed the Doctor's coat. Rose cried, her tears burning her skin. Suddenly, a memory cleared in her head. Jack Harkness was immortal, a fixed point in time. He'd died, and then she'd resurrected him. He couldn't die, and he never would be able to. But Rose hadn't meant to bring him back for good, just have him…not be dead. Whatever her intentions, it hadn't worked out. She couldn't control the power.

But now she could. Now she could control them and do whatever she wanted. Rose had just seen some of the extent of her powers, so why not see just how much time juice she had left? If she had enough, there was nothing stopping her from seeing her doctor again. All she had to do was find him. It wasn't likely that she burned the body, Vivian knew how powerful Time Lord bodies were, and even if he was only half of a Time Lord, she always had a plan.

With a sigh, Rose left the TARDIS, locking the door behind her. Her key, despite everything, still rested on her chest. Rose closed her eyes, thinking. If I was a psychopath who wanted to capture the Time Vortex through a girl, after I murdered her lover in cold blood, where would I keep his body? Vivian clearly knew that Rose could bring back the dead, so she would hide the body pretty well. But she'd also want it to be easily accessible, so she could view the body and study it.

Simple, said a little voice in the back of her mind. I'd hide it in a hidden room. Hard to find unless you know what you're looking for. Rose nodded as a small smile appeared on her face. She could do this. She could find her Doctor.

Fifteen minutes later, she'd been yet to find anything, except for a large 3D painting of the Silence fighting the war with the Crossbreeds. Rose went up closer to the painting, staring inside of it. Slowly, she reached her hand in it. The painting did just give off the illusion of being 3D, it was. In a distant memory, she remembered the Doctor telling her about Time Lord paintings.

"Time Lord paintings are the most beautiful paintings you will ever encounter!" he was smiling, his eyes bright and lively.

"Isn't that a matter of opinion?" Rose walked over next to him in the TARDIS.

"But these aren't just paintings, they're slices of time. They are amazing," the Doctor had a faraway look in his eyes.

"Maybe one day we can see them," Rose suggested. The Doctor smiled at her.

"Maybe."

Rose shook her head from the memory. A part of her was disappointed that she was seeing her first Time Lord painting without him. But it was amazing, and surely the most beautiful painting that she'd ever encountered. He wasn't wrong about that. If only he was here with her to see the marvelousness of the painting, how it captured the exact living moment of the battle, however horrible it was. It was a great and terrible beauty, and it was easy to believe that there were living people in there, living, fighting, and dying.

Living people. Brilliant! Rose stuck her hand through there, and again it just went inside as if it were a room. Just like a hidden room. One where it looked oblivious to others and outsiders, but to her, she knew what was really inside of there. Her greatest secret and treasure which nobody would find.

"I'm coming to find you, Doctor," Rose promised, and started climbing into the painting. When she was completely inside of it, she could still see the outside world, but it was distorted, as if looking through a fun house mirror.

The world inside the painting was just like how the Doctor had described it-a slice of living time. A silence had a laser beaming from its hand, and Rose could see the laser, and almost feel it, but it wasn't moving. Everything in this world was still.

It was small. The painting was large for a painting, about ten acers, but not as large as Rose had anticipated. She could easily search it, find her Doctor, bring him back from the dead, and get out of the painting. "That's the oddest to do list that I think I've ever come up with," Rose smiled.

Further back, there was a barn. In front of it was fire, like someone had dropped a bomb there and it had just exploded, but the barn was untouched. A young boy had been positioned in the air, his arms half in front of him as he uselessly shielded his eyes and was propelled into the air by the force of the bomb. A small toddler of a boy was lying quite still on the ground not far away from the explosion, but his face was scarred and burned. An older girl, maybe ten or eleven, was standing over him, screaming at what appeared to be the top of her lungs. The scene tore at Rose's heart, but she needed to move on. She couldn't change the past.

The fire felt hot. Rose could feel the heat burning off of it, and it looked just like real fire. She was so close to the Doctor, but the fire was in the way. If Vivian could get through it, then why couldn't she? Was the fire only harmless to Vivian and deadly to others? Rose couldn't put it out, it was a slice of time itself. Perhaps if it was just a fire, and not a bomb, she could go around it, but the ground was torn apart.

But maybe it was just an illusion. Maybe it wouldn't actually hurt her. Rose figured. "I've got nothing to lose," she jumped.

It was about as hot as a real fire. The scorching pain and burning sensation, but when Rose emerged, she was unscathed. The Doctor could be in this barn. Rose ran in, flung the doors open, and saw a glass coffin. Despite everything, she smiled. "Aren't you a sleeping beauty?" she asked his lifeless figure.

She took off the top of his death bed. "It's okay, Doctor," she soothed. "I will take care of you," she grabbed his hand softly. His hands were freezing, but that didn't matter. Rose Marion Tyler was going to bring back the Doctor and save the world.

Rose closed her eyes.