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CHAPTER 10
"Is it just me, or does it seem like every time the TARDIS wants us to have an adventure, she crashes?" Donna remarked as she exited the TARDIS.
"Alright, Space man! When and where are we?" Her comments went unanswered. Had no one else made it off the TARDIS? She had been certain that at least one of the Doctors had preceded her.
"Doctor?!" Donna looked around. This place seemed familiar. Too familiar. Eerily familiar. Shelves of books that seemed to go on forever. A growing shadow at the end of the row.
"Is that... Are we..." Donna started, afraid to finish her thoughts. But she knew the answer. Vashta Nerada. The library.
"Everyone back to the TARDIS. Now! RUN!" She yelled, hoping that there was someone else still alive. The carnivorous shadow, realizing that it had live prey, began advancing at an alarming rate. But she couldn't find the TARDIS! Soon the shadow overtook her. She screamed in pain before succumbing to darkness.
The first thing River saw upon exiting the TARDIS was that she was in a large, sterile white room. She gulped. For a woman who prided herself on being fearless, there was only one thing that truly scared her, and it was this very room. She knew the instant that she set foot in it that this was the very room where she was kept as a baby and small child and trained to be a psychopath killer. She had been tortured here, and was too young to defend herself. Her suspicions were further validated when a terrifying woman with a black eye patch entered the other end of the room. "Doctor!" River whispered. But the Doctor didn't respond. She was alone.
"Melody, Melody, Melody." Madame Kovarian advanced, a sinister smile on her lips. "I gave you one task. Just one! Kill the Doctor. And not only did you fail in that one simple task, but you joined forces with him against me! Did you really think that you could get away with this little stunt? Did you think it was funny? Did you?" She laughed maniacally. "Well, look who's laughing now!"
River was paralyzed with fear. She couldn't move. Madame Kovarian simply advanced and zapped her with an electric wand. River's heart stopped, and everything was black.
The Ponds burst through the doors and gasped. There, directly in front of them were several Weeping Angels. "Don't blink!" Amy shrieked.
"I'm not blinking!" Rory replied, gritting his teeth to attempt to hide his sudden fear.
Amy blinked. A few of the angels moved. "Doctor?" Amy whispered.
"I'm not sure he's here." Rory replied, his eyes burning. He blinked. The angels moved closer.
Soon they were surrounded on all sides. Not taking their eyes of the angels, they grasped for each other's hands. "I love you!" Rory said to his wife. "I love you, too!" Amy replied. They closed their eyes.
Amy screamed, and all there was was darkness. An angel had taken her.
Rory opened his eyes. Apparently, these angels didn't just send you back in time. They killed. Rory held his wife's lifeless body in his arms. He waited for the angels to take him as well. But they didn't. He closed his eyes. Nothing happened. He opened them again. The angels hadn't moved!
"Well?! What are you waiting for?!" He cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Take me!" Well, if they weren't going to touch him, he'd just touch them. A life without Amy was no life at all. He reached out, his hands found stone, and there was darkness.
Martha ran from the TARDIS and stopped. She'd been here before. "But it's impossible!" She cried, horrified. "But he died. This ship shouldn't exist anymore! The Doctor erased this year from time!"
"Well, hello again Ms. Jones! Or should I say Mrs. Smith?" The voice sent chills up her spine. "Now, I have just one question for you, and if I don't like your answer, then I shall blast you with my laser screwdriver." The Master glared at her menacingly. " If I like it, then you're allowed to live!"
"And if I refuse to answer?!" Her tone masked the terror she felt.
The Master ignored this question and responded with one of his own. "Where is the Doctor?"
"Like I would tell you!"
"Pity." The Master replied. "I was just starting to like you." Martha screamed as he lunged forward and zapped her with his laser. She collapsed into darkness.
Jack found himself at Torchwood 3 headquarters. He was excited to be back at his old home and was eager to introduce his Torchwood family to his TARDIS family. However, something wasn't right. The room was quiet. Too quiet.
"Ianto? Gwen? Hellooo?!" No answer. "Doc? Rosie? River?" No answer there either. He was absolutely, utterly, and completely alone.
He found a dusty stack of papers on his desk. Memorial cards and obituaries. Ianto, Gwen, Rose, Donna, Mickey... even the Doctor. All dead.
He always knew that one day it would come to this, but he just didn't think that it would come so soon. After living only a few thousand years, the immortal Captain Jack had officially outlived everyone he had ever known and cared for. He collapsed on the floor and wept until he passed out.
Mickey discovered that upon exiting the TARDIS that he was home, though it looked like as if no one had been home for quite some time. He'd have to remember to yell at the Doctor for getting the driving wrong again.
His eyes rested on a stack of papers in the middle of the table. He picked up the first one and read "Certificate of Divorce: Martha Jones and Mickey Smith".
"What?!" But they had been so happy! He was crushed.
Then his eyes rested on the TARDIS blue envelope next to it. It was a wedding invitation to unite Martha Jones and the Doctor.
"And the DOCTOR!?" First the alien steals Rose from him, and now he takes his wife! That man just wants everything Mickey has ever had!
His anger subsided quickly into grief, however, because he realized the truth: he was so inferior. Why would any woman ever want him when they could have the Doctor?!
Tears streaming down his face, his hand found the gun in the middle of the table. Without even pausing to consider where it had come from, he raised it to his head and pulled the trigger.
Clara found herself in a small kitchen with a large vaulted door on one end. She looked down. Funny... She didn't remember putting on a red dress. Shrugging, she proceeded to make another souffle, determined that this time she would get it right. She blasted the radio loudly as she attempted to bake. Again, it came out flat. What WAS she doing wrong?
All at once she was struck with an eerie sense of deja vu. She had done this before. Was it a past life? And where did the eggs and milk to make the souffle come from?
She blinked, and suddenly realized that she was staring out of an eyestalk: a Dalek eyestalk. "NO! THIS CANNOT BE! THIS CANNOT BE!" Her voice. But it wasn't her voice at all! It sounded like... Oh no! Not again!
Sadly, she knew that there was only one thing to do. She would rather be dead than be a Dalek again. "EXTERMINATE!" She yelled, as the balls on her outer armor surrounded her and she exterminated herself.
Rose left the TARDIS and found herself standing alone on a very familiar beach. Bad Wolf Bay. But which universe was she in? There was only one way to find out. There was a jeep parked nearby with the keys still in the ignition. This was not a good sign.
She drove all the way back to London. The sky was filled with zeppelins. It was Pete's world. Once again, the Doctor had left her behind. Not even Tentoo was with her anymore. She could try to get back to him, but what was the point, seeing that he'd only send her away again?
She drove towards London bridge. As if she was pushed by some unseen force, she climbed out of the jeep, stepped out onto the ledge, and jumped into the Thames.
Tentoo didn't remember much about what happened when he stepped out of the TARDIS, but all he knew was that Rose was dead in his arms and he had no idea how she ended up that way. He collapsed and wept.
The next thing he knew, he woke up in the TARDIS infirmary, along with all of his companions. Everyone else appeared to just be waking up as well. Everyone looked as terrified and as grief stricken as he himself felt. They were so relieved to find themselves in the infirmary, that no one dared speak.