The Assassin of Madness

Chapter 27

This is the last chapter!!!! I already have the first 2 chapters of my next story written, but whether I start posting it or not is based on if you guys tell me I should, so let me know in the comments (As well as feedback on this chapter because I'm a hoe for it)

Rose scrunched her brows, not understanding, "What do you mean?  She's keeping me from aging?  How's she doing that?" 

The Doctor rubbed his forehead.  "I don't know. But something about the Vortex in you is allowing her to stop your aging process indefinitely."

Jack crossed his arms, staring between the two. "Are you saying Rose is semi-immortal now?"

"Oh, she'll still be aging technically, but her body with never develop new wrinkles or anything of that sort."  The Doctor approached Rose and reached around her back, lifting her shirt so he could see the wound from the knife.  It was healing alarmingly quickly.  "She's almost completely healed."

"I noticed it didn't hurt very much," she said softly.  

He pulled back and smiled at her, his face very close to hers.  "You brilliant girl," he cupped her cheek.  "I don't know what this means, but..." He pressed a chaste kiss to her mouth, aware they had company with them and turned back to the computer.  

The TARDIS sang happily in the back of all of their minds, making Rose giggle and Jack smile widely.  She'd wanted them together for so long, witnessing them kiss in her medbay was exactly what she had always wanted, in some odd way. 

"Did she do it so you could be together?" Jack asked carefully. "She knew you were both holding back, knew a lot of it was because of the promise of forever.  Now they add up, the TARDIS can be sure of it."

"That... That could be part of it," the Doctor said slowly, "But it appears that there is something else going on.  She's trying to tell me, that Rose did something that is warranting  her needing the TARDIS's help. 

Rose shifted uncomfortably on the bed, feeling odd that no one was talking directly to her.  "Alright, so what's wrong with me that would make this happen?  If she releases her hold on my aging, am I going to die?" She bit her lip in worry.  "Am I sick?"

"No, it doesn't appear so," the Doctor reassured her.  "Physically, you're just fine, but-" He cut himself off as he read the words that were appearing on the screen before him.  "Impossible," he said softly.  "She's getting you used to your new biology."

"My biology is quite the same, Doctor," she said cheekily, kicking her feet a little and making Jack let out a bark of laughter at the blush that crossed the Doctor's face. 

"Yes, well, I wasn't really checking your internal biology."

"Well, Doctor-"

"Rose," He gave her a helpless look and approached her again.  "You have somehow added five hundred years to your lifespan." 

Her mouth dropped open.  "How did I do that?"

"Part of it has to be the Vortex." Jack interjected helpfully, and the Doctor nodded, agreeing with him. 

"Yes, part of it is the Vortex, the Bad Wolf still swimming around in your head."

She stiffened.  "Isn't that dangerous?" She asked, "I thought you had to take the Bad Wolf out of me because it was so dangerous, I was getting hurt.  I would've burned.  Why am I not burning?" 

The Doctor laid his fingers over her lips, silencing her words.  "You're not burning because the TARDIS is getting you used to it.  She's giving you the years, offering them to you.  In the meantime, she's keeping your body on this age, and it will stay there until you die because the TARDIS said."