Back To You

Chapter six: Execution

Rose's point of view

Later on that day, a woman in a white coat, like that of a scientist's, came to check on me. Mum pulled Dad out of the room, leaving me alone with her.

"Hi... I'm Rose." I looked at her. She was petite, and young looking, with long brown hair, and sky blue eyes.

"I know, your mother told me." She rummaged around in her large leather bag, but flashed me a small smile.

"What's your name?" I asked, trying to make polite conversation. She stopped fiddling with her bag, and turned to face me.

"I'm really sorry, but I'm not really allowed to share any information about myself." Moving closer, she perched on the edge of my bed. As she did, I could see the tiny back logo embroidered on her lab coat, made up of tiny hexagons in the shape of a T.

"You're from Torchwood, right?" She nodded. "Is there any chance you could tell me why you're here?"

"Now that's something I can tell you." We both grinned at one another. "I'm here to give you a check over, and I'll be visiting quite often, maybe two or three times a week. I know what happened this morning, and I'm here to make sure that if there are any complications or problems with this pregnancy, we can try and help." She finger combed her hair, before pulling it up into a messy bun, and securing it with a band and several bobby pins. "Can I?" She gestured to my shirt, and I nodded, pulling it up for her. Placing her warm hands on my abdomen, she applied light pressure, moving them up and down. Next, a cold stethoscope was placed against my chest, and my heart rate, or whatever it's called, was written down. The last test she did, was some sort of ultrasound, but the image was shown on a small handheld monitor. Mum and Dad came back into the room just as the nurse was packing away. She turned to me, smiled, and left the room, my parents following her. The click of the door handle closing left me alone again.

The Doctor's point of view

The seven Slitheen stood before me, all of them except for one stuck to the same spot.

"I'm surprised you know. You managed to round us all up. But the thing is Doctor, what are you going to do with us now? I know you Doctor. The last time my family were here you slaughtered them. Then, because one of them escaped, you forced her back into childhood, making her live out her life again. When some of my distant relatives took residence in London, you had your friend, Miss Smith, I believe was her name, kill them where they stood. You claim to be a man of innocence Doctor, travelling the stars and saving people and planets, but that's all just a show, to cover up the real man underneath. You kill, Doctor. You've taken the most lives in this Universe, and you drain people; of their livelihoods, their planets, their families and friends. You whisk them off, pretending that it's all just one big happy adventure, then they get put in danger. Do you feel proud of everything that you've done?" I couldn't look at him. His smug glare and smirk were burning into the back of my head

"Each time your family come to Earth, they want to destroy it, to sell it for the molten slack you turn it into, no regards for the people you kill. I've done many things in my life that I'm not proud of, especially to my own kind. But you dare, for one second, tell me that I'm the bad guy in all of this for not wanting to mourn another planets worth of people." The anger boiled inside of me, and I was barely containing it.

"So," He sang, treating it as though it was a game. "Where do we go from here?" This time, I turned to face him.

"You're going nowhere except from the burning pit called hell that you belong in. You're going to step outside, and fall to your deaths, the screams echoing around these caves forever." I snapped my fingers, and the T.A.R.D.I.S doors swung open, revealing darkness. The only one of the seven that I had ever spoken to walked over to the doors, and leaned over, examining the pit he was going to die in.

"Honey, I'm not going to give you the satisfaction." He leaned against one of the doors casually, as though I wasn't sending him and his siblings or cousins to their deaths. "You can't make me."

"You're right, I can't." I crossed my arms. "But, if you don't do it yourselves, I'll take you back to Raxacoricofallapatorius, where the High Court will sentence you to death buy whatever method he sees as necessary. Dying this way saves you the humiliation of being killed in front of your own people. See it as a favor." 

"Fine then." he sighed, looking like he'd given up. "Come on boys, to our deaths." I soniced the floor, and the other six could move again. The looked at each other confusedly, before accepting their fate. The first two fell together, their screams ricocheting around the T.A.R.D.I.S, as their bodies fell into the pit. The next two jumped, their fate the same, and then the last pair. Only one was left. He stood up from against the door, and faced me.

"I won't scream, I'll fall to my death, and it will be the end for me. But not for you, Doctor, your story goes on. You'll have to deal with the guilt from today, and the pain and suffering that you have caused everyone you've ever known, and I know what that can do to a man. You'll shut it all out, the love, and the happiness, because you don't want to feel the anger, or the pain. They all leave you, or you leave them, because a Timelord can never have a future with a Human. You blink, and they'll have aged ten years. A minute for you would be a lifetime for them, and that's what makes you so cruel. You give them hope, of traveling with you forever, only for it to be yanked away, leaving them with nothing. Goodbye Doctor. Enjoy your long and lonely life." He fell backwards, and with that, he was gone. I walked to the doors, and looked down, the seven bodies impaled on the jagged teeth of Demons Pit.