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Rose was laughing brightly in happiness as they Tardis flew through time in jerky movements. This was the most amazing thing she had ever done in her entire life.
"Hold that one down!" The Doctor ordered her as he pointed at a button.
"I'm holding this one down." Rose indicated towards the switch he had told her to hold down earlier.
"Well, hold them both down." The Doctor chuckled.
"Oki doki then." Rose stretched her leg out to push the button down with her foot.
"I promised you a time machine and that's what you're getting." The Doctor jumped back from the console and beamed at her. Now, you've seen the future, let's have a look at the past. How does 1860 sound?"
"Sounds great." Rose smiled at him. "What happened in 1860?"
"I don't know, let's find out." The Doctor laughed. "Hold on, here we go!"
The Tardis materialized at the end of a snowy street, the landing was rough making Rose and the Doctor fall to the floor.
"That was awesome!" Rose laughed.
"Are you alright?" The Doctor asked as he got up.
"Nothing broken." Rose smiled at him. "So where in 1860 are we?"
"Earth, Naples, December 24th, 1860." The Doctor read of a screen.
"You brought me to Christmas?" Rose looked at him with wide sparkling eyes.
"All yours." The Doctor nodded.
"Being able to travel like you do must be amazing." Rose murmured. "All the history, all the people."
"It's not a bad life." The doctor shrugged.
"Better with two." Rose beamed at him and made her way to the door. "Come on, then."
"Hey." The Doctor's voice stopped her from leaving. "Where do you think you're going?"
"1860." Rose smiled.
"Go out dressed like that, you'll start a riot, Barbarella." The Doctor looked at her skinny jeans and crop top. "There's a wardrobe through there. First left, second right, third on the left, go straight ahead, under the stairs, past the bins, fifth door on your left. Hurry up!"
Rose hurried away but when she came to the third corridor, she became uncertain which way she was supposed to go and stopped to try to think. Was it left and straight past some bins or…?
'Third on the left' A musical voice whispered in her mind.
Rose was confused but decided to follow the voice, what's the worst thing that could happen?
As she entered the indicated door the voice whispered, 'Straight ahead under the stairs'
Rose continued to follow the voice until she found herself in the biggest wardrobe she had ever seen in her entire life! It was flipping huge! There were several levels filled with clothes and a spiral staircase in the back to take you either up or down.
"But what should I wear?" Rose murmured out loud to herself.
'This way' The voice whispered again and Rose felt a sort of pull in her that led her to a beautiful 1860 dress on the third level.
"Thank you." Rose called out.
Her response was a quiet laugh and a feeling like of gratefulness and something more, something like a mother's warm embrace.
After Rose had put on the under dress and the proper dress, only having slight problem with the corset, she looked at herself in the mirror. The dress was dark blue with black and silver details, full skirt with a long-sleeved fitted bodice. The dress was matched with a black shawl with silver embroidery on the back and black, high heeled boots.
She quickly braided her hair with blue ribbons and made it into a bun to hide the blue in her hair. As Rose made her way back to the control room the voice whispered directions in her head, which was a really good thing to Rose would have been wandering for days.
"Blimey!" The Doctor said as he saw her.
"Don't laugh." Rose looked down in embarrassment.
"You look beautiful, considering." The Doctor jumped up from where he had been working under the console.
"Considering what?" Rose asked with a chuckle.
"That you're human." The Doctor smirked.
"Thank you." Rose kissed him on the cheek and made her way to the door. "You coming?"
"Yeah." The doctor touched his cheek in a daze, then he shook it off and followed Rose outside. "Ready for this? Here we go. History."
Together the Doctor and Rose walked through the town in the light snow fall with Rose looking around with wonder in her eyes.
"This is amazing!" Rose smiled brightly at the Doctor.
"I got the flight a bit wrong." The doctor said as he read a newspaper.
"It doesn't matter." Rose smiled.
"It's not 1860." The Doctor murmured. "It's 1869."
"I don't care." Rose reassured him.
"And it's not Naples." The Doctor told her.
"So? It's still the past." Rose chirped.
"It's Cardiff." The Doctor hesitantly said.
"Doctor," Rose placed a gentle hand on his cheek and smiled at him. "I really don't care."
"Well, that's good." The Doctor smiled in relief that she wasn't mad or disapointed.
"Doctor…" Rose murmured hesitantly, wondering how to ask about the directions she got from the musical voice inside the Tardis.
The Doctor opened his mouth to encourage her when they heard several screams, "That's more like it!"
The Doctor and Rose ran towards the screams and while the doctor ran inside the theater Rose stayed outside, remembering Sneed and Gwyneth.
"What are you doing?!" Rose ran over to where Gwyneth and Sneed were putting a body in a horse drawn carriage.
"Oh, it's a tragedy, miss. Don't worry yourself. Me and the master will deal with it." Gwyneth said as she brought up a handkerchief to her face. "The fact is, this poor lady's been taken with the brain fever and we have to get her to the infirmary."
"I know a dead body when I see one." Rose huffed and did that just make her sound like a serial killer?
Suddenly someone, most likely Sneed, but a cloth over Rose's mouth. She struggled as best she could but felt herself become weaker and everything turned black.
Sometime later Rose woke up in a room with a coffin, which wasn't creepy at all, note the sarcasm. She quickly sat up and walked over to the door and noticed that it was locked, "Typical."
Rose turned around and saw the dead not so dead man in the coffin sit up and look at her, "I hate zombies!"
She looked around the room to find something to fight the zombie dude. Rose saw a long metal rod at the side of the room and grabbed it, then she made her way back to the door to have her back to it as she knew the Doctor would come get her.
"Let me out!" Rose kicked at the door as she saw the old woman reanimate in her coffin. "Open the door and let me out for fuck sakes! I don't want to be eaten by zombies!"
Rose swung the metal rod and hit the zombie dude over the head making him stumble back a few steps but her quickly rightened himself again. The dead woman grabbed the metal rod just as Rose was about to swing it again and the zombie dude slapped her across the face, making her stumbled against the door.
The zombie dude grabbed her just as the Doctor kicked the door in and pulled Rose away from him. "I think this is my dance."
"It's a prank. It must be." The man who came with the Doctor, declared. "We're under some mesmeric influence."
"No we're not. The dead are walking." The Doctor sounded delighted. "Hi."
"Who's your friend?" Rose asked the Doctor.
"Charles Dickens." The Doctor smiled at her.
"Okay." Rose chuckled and turned to the author. "An honor to meet you."
"My name's the Doctor." The Doctor introduced himself to the dead. "Who are you, then? What do you want?"
"Failing. Open the rift. We're dying." The zombie dude spoke in an eerily voice. "Trapped in this form. Cannot sustain. Help us. Ahhh!"
Blue gas leaves the dead woman and the zombie dude and returned to the gas lamp and the corpses collapsed.
A while later Gwyneth was pouring tea as Rose berated Sneed with one hell of a glare. "First of all, you drug me, then you kidnap me and don't think I didn't feel your hands having a quick wander, you dirty old man!"
"He did what?!" The Doctor stood up straighter as he glared at Sneed.
"I won't be spoken to like this!" Sneed protested.
"You will sit down and take it like a man!" Rose declared darkly. "I have every right to talk to you like this, you stuck me in a room full of dead people and left me to die!"
"It's not my fault. It's this house. It always had a reputation. Haunted." Sneed defended himself. "But I never had much bother until a few months back and then the stiffs…the, er, dearly departed started getting restless."
"Tommyrot." Dickens scoffed.
"You witnessed it. Can't keep the beggars down, sir. they walk. And it's the queerest thing, but they hang on to scraps." Sneed explained. "One old fellow who used to be a sexton almost walked into his own memorial service. Juts like the old lady going to your performance, sir, just as she planned."
"Morbid fancy." Dickens was still in denial.
"Oh, Charles, you were there." The Doctor told him.
"I saw nothing but an illusion." Dickens declared.
"If your going to deny it, don't waste my time." The Doctor looked at him unimpressed. "What about the gas?"
"That's new, sir." Sneed said. "Never seen anything like that."
"Means it's getting stronger, the rift's getting bigger and something's sneaking through." The Doctor hummed thoughtfully.
"The rift in space and time, taking and dropping and misplacing." Rose murmured while she looked out the window.
"Rose?" The Doctor walked up to her and placed his hands on her cheeks while looking her in the eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Rose focused on him with a smile all the while thinking to herself about why she sometimes said or did things without meaning to. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"If you are sure." The Doctor murmured as he looked at her with worry and intrigue, then he turned towards the rest of the room. "The rift usually causes ghost stories, most of the time."
"That's how I got the house so cheap. Stories going back generations." Sneed said just as dickens left while slamming the door. "Echoes in the dark, queer songs in the air and this feeling like a shadow passing over your soul. Mind you, truth be told, it's been good for business. Just what people expect from a gloomy old trade like mine."
Rose left to help Gwyneth, leaving the men to talk amongst themselves. She started the washing up as Gwyneth lit a gas lamp.
"Please, miss, you shouldn't be helping. It's not right." Gwyneth protested
"Sneed works you to death, the least I can to is help out a little." Rose smiled. "How much do you get paid?"
"Eight pounds a year, miss." Gwyneth said timidly.
"How much?" Rose asked in shock, that's basically slavery.
"I know, I would have been happy with six." Gwyneth mistook her shock.
"So, did you go to school or what?" Rose wondered, she liked Gwyneth even though she though she should grow a back bone.
"Of course, I did." Gwyneth huffed. "What do you think I am, an urchin? I went every Sunday, nice and proper."
"Once a week?" Rose almost felt jealous bit remembered that she rather go to school in her own time than back here.
"We did sums and everything." Gwyneth nodded. "To be honest, I hated every second."
"Me too." Rose chuckled in agreement.
"Don't tell anyone, but one week, I didn't go and ran on the heath all on my own." Gwyneth confided in a whisper.
"I did plenty of that." Rose smirked and decided to, not lie exactly, but bend the truth a little. "Me and a friend used to watch the young men work and if we were lucky, they would take of their shirts on the hot days."
"Well, I don't know much about, miss." Gwyneth blushed and went back to work.
"There must be someone." Rose murmured. "Pretty girl like you."
"Well, there is one lad." Gwyneth admitted slowly with a small smile. "The butcher's boy. He comes by every Tuesday. Such a lovely smile on him."
"I like a nice smile." Rose nodded with a smile. "A nice smile and kind eyes."
"I guess your right." Gwyneth hummed with a blush.
"Give the butcher's boy a cup of tea, that's a start." Rose encouraged.
"But what about Mr. Sneed?" Gwyneth asked. "He might need me."
"You need more in your life then him, Gwyneth." Rose looked at her.
"But he has been so kind to me, he took me in when I lost my mom and dad to the flu when I was twelve." Gwyneth explained.
"I'm sorry for your loss." Rose murmured.
"Thank you, miss." Gwyneth smiled at her. "But I'll be with them again, one day, sitting with them in paradise. I shall be so blessed. They're waiting for me."
"That's sound beautiful." Rose hummed, she had never believed in god or paradise or anything like that but she wasn't bothered by those who did.
"But you, you have the stars in you." Gwyneth looked at Rose with wide eyes. "You are a part of the universe just as the universe is a part of you."
"What?" Rose felt a little shocked. Was she talking about her being from another reality or whatever or something else?
"The darkness, the big bad wolf." Gwyneth stumbled back a little. "I'm sorry, miss."
"It's all right." Rose assured her.
"I can't help it. Ever since I was a little girl, my mam said I had the sight. She told me to hide it." Gwyneth explained.
"But it's getting stronger, more powerful, is that right?" the Doctor spoke up from the doorway.
"All the time, sir." Gwyneth said as she looked at him. "Every night, voices in my head."
"You grew up on top of the rift. You are a part of it, you're the key." The Doctor told her.
"I've tried to make sense of it, sir." Gwyneth looked at the Doctor. "Consulted with spiritualists, table rappers, all sorts."
"Well, that should help." The Doctor hummed. "You can show us what to do."
"What to do where, sir?" Gwyneth asked softly.
"We're going to have a séance." The Doctor beamed in excitement making Rose chuckle.
Half an hour later everyone were gathered around a table in the living room.
"This is how Madam Mortlock summons those from the Land of Mists, down in Bute Town." Gwyneth explained. "Come, we must all join hands."
"I can't take part of this." Dickens went to stand.
"Humbug? Come on, open mind." The Doctor said to him.
"Are you a man or a mouse?" Rose asked, knowing that the easiest way to make a man do anything was to threaten his manliness and masculinity.
"This girl knows nothing." Dickens huffed.
"Now, don't antagonize her." The Doctor smiled at Gwyneth. "I love a happy medium.2
"I can't believe you just said that." Rose giggled.
"Come on, we might need you." The Doctor said and as Dickens sat down between Rose and Gwyneth he smiled. "Good man. Now, Gwyneth, reach out."
"Speak to us. Are you there?" Gwyneth called out hesitantly. "Spirits, come. Speak to us that we may relive your burden."
"Can you hear that?" Rose asked as she started to hear whispers.
"Nothing can happen." Dickens scoffed. "This is sheer folly."
"Just because you keep denying it doesn't mean it's not real." Rose glared at him. "And look at her."
"I see them." Gwyneth looked pale and wide eyed as gas tendrils drifted above their heads. "I feel them."
"They can't get through the rift." Rose murmured, somehow knowing what the gas people were saying.
The Doctor looked at her with a small smile before turning to Gwyneth. "Gwyneth, it's not controlling you, you're controlling it. Now, look deep. Allow them through."
"I can't." Gwyneth denied.
"Yes, you can." The Doctor encouraged and Rose nodded in agreement. "We have faith in you, Gwyneth. Make the link."
"Yes." Gwyneth gasped as people outlined in blue appeared behind her.
"Great God!" Sneed stared wide eyed. "Spirits from the other side."
"The other side of the universe." The Doctor Corrected him.
"Pity us. Pity the Gelth." The figures speak up with a childlike voice and Gwyneth spoke in tandem with them. "There is so little time. Help us."
"What do you want us to do?" The Doctor asked.
"The rift. Take the girl to the rift. Make the bridge." The Gelth told them.
"What for?" Rose asked before the Doctor could.
"We are so very few, Golden Rose." The Gelth turned to her. "The last of our kind. We face extinction."
"Why, what happened?" The Doctor asked even as he felt very curious about the Gelth addressing Rose directly and calling her 'The Golden Rose'."
"Once we had a physical from like you, but then the war came." The Gelth murmured.
"War? What war?" The Doctor looked a little freaked out.
"The Time War. The whole universe convulsed. The Time War raged." The Gelth explained. "Invisible to smaller species but devastating to higher forms. Our bodies wasted away. We're trapped in this gaseous state."
"That's why you need the corpses." The Doctor exclaimed.
"We want to stand tall, to feel the sunlight, to live again." The Gelth started to plea with them. "We need a physical form and your dead are abandoned. They're going to waste. Give them to us."
"But we can't." Rose said firmly.
"Why not?" The Doctor demanded.
"Because…" Rose started to say but the Doctor interrupted her.
"Because it's not decent? Not polite?" The Doctor glared at her. "It could save their lives."
"Open the rift. Let the Gelth through. We're dying. Help us. Pity the Gelth." The Gelth begged before going back to gas form and going back inside the lamps, making Gwyneth collapse across the table.
"Gwyneth?" Rose carefully helped her sit up. "Are you okay?"
"It's all true." Dickens mumbled.
A little while later, Gwyneth had been laid down on a chaise longue to rest.
"Take it slowly." Rose cautioned. "You just rest for a while."
"But my angels, miss." Gwyneth looked at her with wide eyes. "They came, didn't they? They need me?"
"They do need you, Gwyneth." The Doctor spoke up. "You're their only chance of survival."
"Doctor, she needs to rest." Rose said. "This whole thing took a lot out of her."
"Well, what did you say, Doctor?" Sneed asked. "Explain it again. What are they?"
"Aliens." The Doctor told him simply.
"Like foreigners, you mean?" Sneed tried to clarify.
"Pretty foreign, yeah." The Doctor said and smiled when he heard Rose laugh quietly. "From up there."
"Brecon?" Sneed looked at him.
"Close." The Doctor nodded. "And they've been trying to get through from Brecon to Cardiff but the road's blocked. Only a few can get through and even then, they are weak. They can only test drive the bodies for so long, then they have to revert to gas and hide in the pipes."
"Which is why they need the girl." Dickens nodded as he understood.
"That shall be Gwyneth's choice." Rose declared.
"She can help. Living on the rift she's become a part of it." The doctor looked at Rose. "She can open it up, make a bridge and let them through."
"Incredible." Dickens exclaimed happily. "Ghost thar are not ghosts but beings form another world, who can only exist in our world by inhabiting cadavers."
"Good system." The Doctor nodded. "It might work."
"You can't let them run around inside dead people." Rose argued.
"Why not? It's like recycling." The Doctor huffed.
"Doctor, have you ever seen a zombie movie?" Rose turned towards him. "Dead bodies tend to rot, okay? And rotting bodies smell, spread deceases and fall apart."
"Oh, I didn't think about that." The Doctor murmured. "I thought you just felt that it was disrespectful or something."
"I'm an organ donor." Rose shrugged. "My body will be used to help others survive once I'm dead, it's not like I'll need it by that point and this is basically the same thing."
"You are an amazing young woman, Rose Tyler." The Doctor smiled at her. "If we let them have the corpses they need, I'll help them find a more permanent solution when they are safe."
"I can definitely agree to that, but it is still Gwyneth's choice in the end." Rose smiled back at him.
"Thank you, miss, for giving me the chance to choose for myself." Gwyneth looked at her gratefully.
"Anytime." Rose assured her. "And I will help you in any way that I can."
"Doctor, what do I have to do?" Gwyneth asked.
"We need to find the rift. This house is on a weak spot, so there must be a spot that's weaker than any other." The Doctor thought out loud. "Mr. Sneed, what's the weakest part of this house? The place where most of the ghosts have been seen?"
"That would be the morgue." Sneed said.
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Rose muttered as she followed the rest of them down to the morgue.
As they walked into the basement where the recently dead were lying under white sheets the Doctor looked around and muttered, "Urgh, talk about Bleak House."
"Doctor, if this works will my memories change to incorporate the history of the dead walking in the 1860' or something?" Rose asked.
"Time is always in flux and your history can be rewritten just like that." The Doctor snapped his fingers. "But your memories won't change, you will remember it like it was before we helped the Gelth."
"They will kill and ravage and the human race shall be extinct." Rose muttered softly.
"Rose?" The Doctor asked.
"Huh? Sorry it's just…" Rose hesitated before she continued. "I have a bad feeling about this."
"Doctor, I think the room is getting colder." Dickens called out.
"I should have brought the salt." Rose muttered.
"You've come to help." The Gelth appeared under the stone archway. "Praise the Doctor and The Golden Rose. Praise them."
"You are very brave, Gwyneth, never let anyone tell you differently." Rose smiled at her even as she felt dread build in her stomach.
"Hurry! Please, so little time." The Gelth said. "Pity the Gelth."
"I'll take you somewhere else after the transfer." The Doctor told them. "Somewhere you can build proper bodies. This isn't a permanent solution, all right?"
"My angels." Gwyneth murmured. "I can help them live."
"Okay, where's the weak point?" The Doctor asked.
"Here, beneath the arch." The Gelth indicated.
"Beneath the arch." Gwyneth stepped forward and stood under the arch, inside the Gelth.
"Gwyneth." Rose gasped.
"My angels." Gwyneth smiled softly.
"Establish the bridge." The Gelth told her. "Reach out to the void. Let us through!"
"Yes, I can see you." Gwyneth gasped. "I can see you. Come!"
"Bridgehead established." The Gelth said.
"Come to me." Gwyneth called out. "Come to visit this world, poor lost souls."
"It has begun. The bridge is made." Gwyneth opened her mouth and blue gas came flying out.
"She has given herself to the Gelth. The bridge is open. We descend." The Gelth turned from a pleasant soft blue figure to a flame red with sharp teeth while its voice deepened and hardened. "The Gelth will come through in force."
"You said that you were few in number." Dickens accused.
"A few billion and all of us in need of corpses." The Gelth said as the dead started to rise.
"Gwyneth, stop this. Listen to your master." Sneed demanded. "This has gone far enough. Stop dabbling, child, and leave these things alone, I beg of you."
"Mr. Sneed, get back!" Rose tried to warn him but was to late as a corpse snapped his neck and a Gelth took possession of his body.
"I think it's gone a little wrong." The Doctor muttered.
"Just a little tiny bit." Rose smirked at him.
"I have joined the legions of the Gelth. Come, march with us." Gelth-Sneed said as he walked towards them.
"No." Dickens muttered.
"We need bodies. All of you." The Gelth declared. "Dead. The human race. Dead."
"Gwyneth, stop them!" The Doctor called out to the woman under the arch. "Send them back now!"
"Two more bodies. Convert them. Make them vessels for the Gelth." The lead Gelth ordered. "And The Golden Rose shall lead us to glory and power."
Gelth-Sneed backed Rose and the Doctor up against a metal gate.
"Doctor, I can't. I'm sorry. This new world of yours is too much for me. I'm sorry." Dickens ran out of the basement.
"Give yourself to glory." Gelth-Sneed said as the Doctor and Rose hid behind the metal gate, where the Gelth couldn't reach them. "We want this world and all it's flesh. Sacrifice your lives for the Gelth."
"I trusted you. I pitied you!" The Doctor called out, betrayed.
"I think they played on that." Rose murmured as she took the Doctors hand.
"We don't want you pity." The Gelth had a sneer in their voice. "We want this world and it's flesh."
"Not while I'm alive." The Doctor declared.
"I don't think that killing you bothers them." Rose huffed.
"Then live no more." The Gelth declared.
"Told you." Rose giggled.
"I'm sorry I got you into this mess." The Doctor looked at her sadly.
"I'm not." Rose smiled at him. "The time I've spent with you have been the greatest experience of my life, never apologize for that."
"I saw the fall of Troy, World War Five." The doctor muttered as he squeezed her hand. "I pushed boxes at the Boston Tea Party. Now I'm going to die in a dungeon in Cardiff."
"I'm not going down with out a fight." Rose declared. "How about you?"
"Yeah." The Doctor smiled.
"Together?" Rose asked.
"Definitely." The Doctor pulled her hand to his face and kissed the back of it. "I'm so glad I met you."
"Likewise." Rose smiled with a small blush on her face.
"Doctor! Doctor!" Dickens ran in with a handkerchief over his face. "Turn off the flame, turn up the gas! Now, fill the room, all of it, now!"
"What are you doing?" The Doctor looked slightly confused.
"The gas." Rose gasped in understanding.
"Turn it all on." Dickens ranted. "Flood the place!"
"Brilliant!" The Doctor exclaimed.
"What else did you expect from Charles Dickens." Rose chuckled.
"Am I correct, Doctor?" Dickens asked. "These creatures are gaseous."
"Fill the room with gas, it'll draw them out of the host." The Doctor nodded. 2Suck them into the air like the poison from a wound!"
"I hope, oh Lord, I hope that this theory will be validated soon, if not immediately." Dickens muttered as the Gelth's left rose and the Doctor to stumble their way towards Dickens.
"Plenty more!" The Doctor ripped a gas pipe from the wall and the Gelth's left the corpses.
"It's working!" Dickens crowed.
"Gwyneth, send them back." The Doctor told the young woman as he and Rose walked towards her. "They lied. They're not angels."
"Liars?" Gwyneth sounded so childlike at that moment.
"Look at me. If your mother and father could look down and see this, they'd tell you the same. They'd give you the strength. Now send them back!" The Doctor insisted.
"They're to strong." Gwyneth muttered.
"You are stronger than them." Rose declared strongly even though she had a hard time breathing.
"I can't send them back. But I can hold them. Hold them in this place, hold them here. Get out." Gwyneth took out a box of matches from her apron. "Leave this place!"
"Come on, give that to me and get out with Rose." The Doctor held his hand out for the matches.
"Doctor, I don't think she can." Rose sniffed sadly and placed two fingers at Gwyneth's neck. "I think she has been gone for a while."
"Oh no." The Doctor also checked for a pulse. "I'm sorry and thank you."
The Doctor grabbed Rose's hand and ran out, the Gelth swirled around them as they ran through the house. Rose and the Doctor managed to get out just in time for the place to blow op, throwing them both to the ground.
"She closed the rift." The Doctor informed Dickens.
"At such a cost." Dickens looked down. "The poor child."
"How did you know, Rose?" The Doctor asked.
"I saw her eyes glaze over the moment she stepped into the arch but I ignored it and tried to explain it away as her just connecting with the rift." Rose murmured with tears in her eyes. "I think I told myself that she couldn't be dead because she was talking to us."
"There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Even for you, Doctor." Dickens chuckled slightly.
"Gwyneth saved the world and I promise to remember her bravery and her sacrifice for the rest of my day." Rose vowed somnolently.
"Agreed." The Doctor murmured.
As the three of them made their way back to the Tardis, the Doctor kept looking at Rose, wondering how she could know the things she did, about the things she seemed to say without knowing and the pull he felt towards her.
"Right then, Charlie boy, I've just got to go into my, er… shed." The Doctor fumbled a little as they arrived by the Tardis. "Won't be long."
"What are you going to do now?" Rose asked Dickens with a smile.
"I shall take the mail coach back to London, quite literally post-haste. This is no time for me to be on my own. I shall spend Christmas with my family and make amends to them. After all I've learned tonight, there can be nothing more vital." Dickens grinned in happiness.
"You've cheered up." The Doctor chuckled.
"Exceedingly! This morning, I thought I knew everything in the world. Now I know I've just started. All these huge and wonderful notions, Doctor. I'm inspired. I must write about them." Dickens babbled enthusiastically.
"Do you think that's wise?" Rose giggled, happy that he seemed so chipper.
"I shall be subtle at first. The Mystery of Edwin Drood still lacks an ending. Perhaps the killer was not the boy's uncle. Perhaps he was not of this Earth." Dickens mused. "The Mystery of Edwin Drood and the Blue Elementals. I can spread the word, tell the truth."
"Good luck with it. Nice to meet you. Fantastic." The Doctor beamed.
"Goodbye and thank you." Rose kissed him on the cheek and walked into the Tardis, leaving the Doctor to talk with Dickens.
"I'm almost disappointed that he never got to write about it though." Rose hummed as the Doctor joined her by the Tardis consol. "That would have been an interesting read."
"But his books last's for billions of years." The Doctor smiled. "People will be reading his books for as long as people read."
"That's great!" Rose beamed then she yawned.
"Seems like someone's tired." The Doctor smiled gently at her. "If you follow those lights, they will lead you to a room. I'll just let the Tardis drift in the time vortex for a while."
"Thank you." Rose hugged him quickly and walked away.
Rose entered a beautiful room done in mix of light and dark. She closed the door behind her and sank down to the floor with her back against it. Why was she forgetting the details of the tv-show?
She was freaking out and she felt a panic attack creeping up on her. Forgetting things about the tv-show was one thing, but forgetting details from her life as Alex was just too much. It was like she was assimilating or something and until now she had gone around hoping that this was just a coma induced dream or something.
But it seemed like she really had taken over Rose's body. Had she killed the real Rose! Erased her from existence!
Rose gabbed her head and tried her best to breath but nothing was working, it was like the corset was getting tighter and tighter, so she pulled it and the dress off, leaving her in her almost cheer underdress.
There was a rushing sound in her ears and black spots in her vision when suddenly there were two hands on the side of her face.
"Rose!" The Doctor looked at her with worry. "I need you to breath!"
His worry grew when nothing seemed to help so he did the only thing he could think off and pulled Rose into his arms to rest her head against his chest. Luckily the sound of hist hearts beating seemed to calm her down and she started to breathe again.
"Thank you." The Doctor heard Rose whisper softly before she passed out from exhaustion.
He gently lifted her up and placed her on the bed and pulled the covers over her. When the Tardis had urged him to go to her with an insistence he had never felt before he had been confused but when he found her in the grips of a panic attack his confusion had turned to worry.
The Doctor slowly walked towards the console room after softly closing the door to Rose's room. He thought about Rose, trying to figure her out, she was so different from most people he met, very open minded and bright, not just the smart sort of bright but her as a whole almost glowed.
He sat down in one of the chairs by the console and spent the rest of the night thinking about Rose, her abilities and the name the Gelth had called her 'The Golden Rose'. And what had Gwyneth meant when she said Rose was part of the universe and the universe was a part of Rose?
A/N: I'm not really happy with this chapter :(
But I hope you liked it and thanks for reading 3