The Last Guardian Of Gallifrey

Bad Wolf. Part 3

Italics for Gallifreyan
'Quotation marks for thoughts'
"Speech marks for talking"

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Third Person P.O.V
It was freezing.
Within an instant the air had run cold, almost suffocating, yet nothing could soothe the burning fire in the Doctor's lungs.
It felt nearly impossible to calm his erratic breaths whilst his chest burnt with a familiar pain that he wished to never feel again.

The adrenaline that first ran through his veins had intensified, morphing from determination to pure rage. Despite his uneven heart beats and gaping expression, trying to comprehend what he had just witnessed, his mind was empty.
His mind was empty... again.
With the addition of the young Time Tot the Doctor's mind was full of worry as he let his mind race with ways to keep the child happy, calm, and most of all, safe.
Safe... the work mocked him. Try as hard as he might to keep the ones he cared for and loved safe, it was always cruelly ripped from them; the safety they craved and deserved. Every warm embrace and comforting gaze had built a bond that could withstand the inevitable end of the universe and time itself, yet it was so fragile.
Harnessing the potentiality last a million life times but only having the strength to withstand  a soft blow, that could be as light as a feather.

It is over, quick as a laser.

There was a dull ache in the Doctor's knees from the harsh impact with the floor, closer to the remains of his child.
He felt like crying, screaming at the top of his lungs, begging for the young Tot to return to him with a mischievous smile and glint in their visible eye. He hoped it was all a joke, a prank that would show them all how much the Doctor really cares, how he would cease to function. But it never came.
There was no laughs of joy at the Doctor's gullible nature, soon turned to panic at the dig if his distress. There was no bone crushing hug of apology from the surprisingly strong child.

These constant images of what was and could have been flashed through the Doctor's head, numbing him to the rest of the world. He couldn't feel the guards take him away, or the shouts of protest from Jack, Rose or Lynda. He didn't even realise they were taken to cells, had their mug shots taken or that his sonic was taken away.

The Doctor was even oblivious to the attempts of comfort and constant apologies from Rose.

Rose.
It had all been for her.
The escape, the urgency, the sacrifice.

The Doctor was angry, but not at Rose.
How could he be angry at the person (Y/N) wanted to save. The person they had grown to love as a sister. How could he be angry when their natural instincts has kicked in, the force that drove them forward.
Yes he was distraught at the out come but could never question the actions taken by the Guardian them self.
Whilst the overwhelming feeling of grief and sadness could fuel the anger of the Oncoming Storm, the universe would quake at the wrath and rage the Guardian would channel through another dose of grief and trauma on top of their unsolved issues.
They knew the uncontrollable consequences if Rose was lost, especially after seeing her death being shown as preventable in a nightmare.

As painful as the loss is, being imprisoned won't get any answers.
Moving away from Rose's embrace, the Doctor locked eyes with Jack.
"Let's do it."
With Jack leading the way, they fight their way out. Guards are knocked out as they reclaim the defabricator and sonic screwdriver, whilst Lynda takes a gun from the guard.

Without a work the Time Lord and his human companions made their way to the lift.
"Floor 500."
The atmosphere in the lift was tense to say the least.
The Doctor hid his grief behind an emotionless mask.
Jack was full of anger. This was evident from his grip on the gun, turning his knuckles white.
Rose was in a state of shock, going from an emotional wreck to a confused child trying to figure out what happened moments before. She almost died and was saved at the last minute, like always.
Then her was Lynda... Lynda was more awkward than anything, but still felt upset that someone, in her opinion, so young was a victim of the games.
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Time Skip cuz I'm impatient
The Doctor has had his little conversation with the Controller and Jack is now presenting his discovery about the beams.
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