The Girl Who Accidentally Ran Away (A Doctor Who Fan-fiction)

Chapter Twelve: Choices

Gwyneth was passed out on a couch, Rose pressing a wet cloth to her head. The Doctor leaned against the wall and I stood with him.

"Have patience with her," I whispered. "She's still new to this. Earth is all she's ever known." He didn't respond, so I leaned my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around my waist. Gwyneth sat up slightly, now awake.

"It's alright. You just sleep." Rose told her.

"But my angels, miss. They came didn't they? They need me?"

"They do need you, Gwyneth. You're their only chance of survival." The Doctor replied.

"I've told you, leave her alone. She's exhausted and she's not fighting your battles." The Doctor sighed, rolling his eyes. I grabbed his arm, silently remind him to be patinet. Rose handed her a glass of water.

"But what did you say, Doctor? Explain it again. What are they?" Mr. Sneed requested.

"I've got it." I said quietly. "Aliens."

"LIke foreigners, you mean?" I shook my head.

"Sort of. They're from up there." I pointed up at the ceiling.

"Brecon?"  I nodded.

"Sure. And they have been trying to get through from Brecon to Cardiff, but the road is blocked. Only a few of them can get through and even if they do, they're still weak. They can only commendeer the bodies for a certain amount of time before they have to revert to their gas forms and return to the pipes."

"Which is why they need the girl?" Charles asked.

"They're not having her." Rose argued.

"But she can help. Living on the rift, she's become part of it. She can open it up, make a bridge and let them through."

"Incredible. Ghosts that are not ghosts but beings from another world who can only exist in our realm by inhabiting cadavers." Charles ranted.

"Good system. Might work." Rose stood up, going over to him.

"You can't let them run around inside of dead people."

"Why not? It's like recycling."

"Seriously though, you can't."

"Seriously though, I can."

"But it's just wrong! Those bodies were living people. We should respect 'em, even in death."

"Do you carry a donor card?" The Doctor asked her.

"It's different, that's..."

"It is different, yeah. It's a different morality, get used to it or go home. You heard what they said, time's short. The last of the Gelth are dying. I can't worry about a few corpses."

"I don't care, they're not using her."

"Both of you, stop it!" I excaimed. They looked at me. "The fact of the matter is, this argument's pointless because it's not up to you. It's up to her." I pointed at Gwyneth. "She's the one with the ability to make the bridge, she's the one to chose whether she does it or not."

"Katherine's right...don't I get a say miss?" 

"Look..you don't understand what's going on." Rose told her.

"You would say that, miss, because that's very clear inside your head, that you think I'm stupid."

"That's not fair."

"It's true though. Things might be very different where you're from, but here and now, I know my own mind, and the angels need me. Doctor what do I have to do?"