The Green Soul

Chapter 16

Alright, guys, it was so bad the sexual tension was starting to bother me so...

I already have my next fanfic planned, it's based on an art piece I saw at WizardWorld con

The moment the Doctor's fingers connected with the skin of Rose's arm just below the sleeve of her dress, she began crying out.  And not just normal, I'm-about-to-be-murdered screaming.  She seemed to be wrenching away from him, trying to escape him.  He got down onto his knees and pulled her over into a sitting position. 

She continued to claw at him, to try to free herself, but he kept his skin in contact with hers, knowing that was the only way to get into the entity.  He stared into Rose's face, watching as tears slipped from her eyes and she screamed at him.  He tried to keep his face neutral, but seeing her in distress only caused anxiety in him, and his lower lip trembled with the effort of trying to keep himself together. 

"What's it doing to her?" Marie shouted, cowering into her husband's side, for which the Doctor couldn't blame her. 

"I don't know, it wasn't like this last time," the Doctor replied in a loud tone, "She just passed out last time.  Rose!"  He shook her roughly and her head lolled forward, sobs continuing to rack her body.

"Why is it making her cry?" Ben asked anxiously, leaning over to look at her. 

The Doctor knew it wasn't the Entity making her cry.  It had left her with a deeper sense of lonliness, drawing on her own, pulling her deeper with it.  She'd probably be near delirious for the whole day, he was certain. 

He lifted her into his arms, which was no small feat with her clawing and screeching.  He trapped her shoulders between his own shoulder and his hand.  "I don't want you to worry," he said, addressing Marie and Ben.  He sighed heavily, "We'll have to do this again, anyways."

Marie's eyes widened to the size of saucers.  "Why?" She asked, completely stunned.  "She will surely be injured if she does this again!"

"I need the entity to inhabit my device," the Doctor explained as patiently as he could around Rose's writhing form.  "It can't, not without entering Rose first."

"You must take her to bed immediately.  Shall we send for a Doctor?"  Ben asked, stepping forwards as if already on his way to do so.

"I am a Doctor," he squared his jaw.  "And we can't send for anyone.  They'll only be put in danger.  We can't do that to anyone."

Marie and Ben nodded solemnly, both eyeing Rose with worried glances.  "Should we go with you?" Marie asked, so quietly she almost wasn't heard over Rose's screams.

"No," the Doctor said quickly.  "It will only frighten you," he paused, thinking on his next words.  "Pray for her.  I just have to calm her down."

"Go with God," Ben and Marie said together, firmly.  He envied them, how they were a solid unit against the world, a force not to be reckoned with.

"Go with God," the Doctor replied.  He walked from the room and carried the hysterical Rose with him.

***

When she woke up, Rose was aware that she was crying out, but now someone was trying to pin her down somewhere.  On a bed.  But they didn't go anywhere, they had just been in the parlor.  All she knew was she was being pressed by a crushing loneliness that she could only get out by... Screaming.

She thrashed against the hands that held her, recognizing them as the Doctor's and resenting them, hating them for making her feel things, for making her love them, love all of him, when he didn't deserve it, when all he did was hang her out to dry.