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Season four, episode Thirteen:
Journey's End- Part One.
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Lynnette felt the moment the Doctor barricaded his fears into a tightly locked cage within his heart. She saw it in the way his eys darkened just a few shades as he straightened his back, falling into the rigid stance every soldier seemed to know.
He clenched his jaw as he looked around, attention briefly darting across his companions, "Donna, you're no safer in there."
Rose swallowed, inching closer to Lynnette. Lynnette fell backwards, a step behind the Doctor, a step ahead of her best friend and her immortal man. Jack flashed her a smile but his teeth looked like pins, pointed and sharp. She understood. He was surprised by the things that had taken his life.
His mortal life.
Crash! And suddenly the Tardis door slammed closed. There was no Donna outside. Lynnette darted forward, claw-like hands gripping the handle as she shoved it. The Doctor was by her side in an instant.
Donna pounded the woodfrom the other side, voice shrill as her heart hammered, "Doctor? What have you done?"
"It wasn't me, I didn't do anything!" He exclaimed as Lynnette hissed.
"Oi! Oi! I'm not staying behind!" She shrieked.
"Course you're not!" Replied the Woods woman, "Can't leave a brilliant woman like you behind can we?"
"What did you do?!"
"This is not of Dalek Origin."
"Doctor! Lynnette!"
With a sharp snap of fury, the Doctor turned to the Dalek as he demanded they release Donna, "She's my friend. Let her out."
"This is Time Lord Treachery!"
Lynnette went rigid. Every bone in her body tightened with a venom that promised an ugly kind of malice. What could she do? The Tardis doors were fixed shut, unwilling to open for anything or anyone. Donna was well and truly trapped, like Helen behind the god-built walls of Troy.
"Please, the doors just closed on their own," Anger and desperation mixed into one set of words was an ugly combination yet Lynnette knew the Doctor would kneel so low his lips touched the ground if it meant the Daleks would let Donna go.
But the Daleks cared not for simple explanations or pleas, "Nevertheless, the Tardis is a weapon. And it will be destroyed!"
The wood scrapped against Lynnette's hands as it plummeted downwards. Lynnette howled as she tumbled forward, tipping over the edge of a dark chasm, the dim light of the Tardis fading like a matchstick as it was consumed by shadow.
