The Girl Who Survived (Doctor Who)

Gwyneth

Rebel's POV

"This way!" Charles commanded as we choked on the poisonous air.
We made it outside just as the house went up in flames. The Doctor made it just as the house exploded, and was flung across the street. He stood up and brushed himself off. We all watched in horror as the house burned. "She didn't make it." Rose sniffled.
"I'm sorry. She closed the rift." The Doctor tried to comfort her.  "At such a cost. The poor child." Charles sighed sadly. "I did try, Rose, but Gwyneth was already dead. She had been for at least five minutes." The Doctor explained. "What do you mean?" I piped up. "I think she was dead from the minute she stood in that arch." The Doctor sadly spoke. "But she can't have. She spoke to us. She helped us. She saved us. How could she have done that?" Rose questioned.
"There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Even for you, Doctor." Charles thought.

"She saved the world. A servant girl. No one will ever know." I huffed.
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We stood outside the Tardis with Charles. "Right then, Charlie boy, I've just got to go into my, er, shed. Won't be long." The Doctor lied. "What are you going to do now?" Rose asked the man. "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." Charles smiled. "You've cheered up." I noticed. "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." Charles talked, thinking about his marvelous writings. "Do you think that's wise?" Rose questioned.

"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. The Mystery of Edwin Drood and the Blue Elementals. I can spread the word, tell the truth." Charles imagined.
"Good luck with it. Nice to meet you. Fantastic." The Doctor beamed. "Bye, then, and thanks." Rose shook his hand and kissed his cheek, making him blush a bit. "Oh, my dear. How modern." "Hey? Charles, do me favor? Never stop writing. The smallest idea can become the one that changes the world." I whispered in his ear. "Thank you. I shan't stop writing. But, I don't understand. In what way is this goodbye? Where are you going?" He investigated. "You'll see. In the shed." The Doctor pointed to the Tardis.

"Upon my soul, Doctor, it's one riddle after another with you. But after all these revelations, there's one mystery you still haven't explained. Answer me this. Who are you?" "Just a friend passing through." He answered simply, not wanting to tell the truth. "But you have such knowledge of future times. Such as your friend Rebel. I don't wish to impose on you, but I must ask you. My books. Doctor, Rebel, do they last?" He asked, worriedly. "Oh, yes!" I smiled. "For how long?" He asked. "Forever. Right. Shed. Come on, Rose. Rebel." The Doctor handed me the Tardis key and I unlocked the doors, pushing them open. "In the box? All of you?" I laughed at Charles' last comment and I stepped into the Tardis with Rose. The Doctor coming in soon after.

"Doesn't that change history if he writes about blue ghosts?" Rose quizzed us. "In a week's time it's 1870, and that's the year he dies. Sorry. He'll never get to tell his story." I sighed. Playing with a zig-zag plotter handle. "Oh, no. He was so nice." Rose said.But in your time, he was already dead. We've brought him back to life, and he's more alive now than he's ever been, old Charlie boy. Let's give him one last surprise." I laughed. Pulling the plotter down. The Doctor caught on and together we made the Tardis disappear right before Charles. The sound of the breaks being left in filled the air as we flew through the vortex.