Chapter 9:

Augusta's POV

I walked into the TARDIS blindly, stumbling a little bit in my steps, my head felt light, and my vision blurred every now and then. I could feel a headache coming on. My mind was still set on the painting. I was the Monster! How did Rose die? Was my dream real?! That couldn't be possible I didn't want to kill Rose! She-She wasn't supposed to die, she can't die! This isn't fair, I--

"Augusta, are you okay?" The Doctor asked, snapping me away from my hectic thoughts. "You look distressed."

"I... I'm fine," I lied with a nod. The last thing I wanted to do was tell the Doctor. He didn't even know what Bad Wolf was, and I didn't want to accidentally start a paradox or something.

He stopped and looked at me, "You're lying."

"No I'm not," I argued, ignoring the gradually pounding feeling of my skull.

"Are you sure, because you're showing symptoms of a headache," he pointed out. "You're wincing."

I sighed, "I'm fine Doc--" I cut my self off by the suddenly going into a coughing fit. My throat suddenly burned as something in my mouth felt warm and liquid-y. I coughed into my gloves to find specks of blood covering it.

My eyes widened, and I covered my gloves in my pockets. The side effects of controlling the metal and blood were starting!

To clear up any confusion, metal is a hard to control, and since I don't have as much of a grasp on it as I do with wind and etc, my body usually can't handle it. This use to happen whenever I first tried to control water, fire, earth, and air, but since I have -- somewhat -- of a grasp on those, it only happens when I try to control blood -- which I don't recommend, or even like, doing -- or metal.

Since I had to control both metal and blood a lot today, I don't think my body liked it too much. "Augusta, are you okay?" The Doctor asked, as he fiddled with the console.

I tried to say something, but it came out as a loud cough, and successfully made me spit up a blob of dark, crimson blood.

The Doctor, obviously, saw this, and dropped everything he was doing and came over to me. "Augusta!" He shouted, catching Rose's attention and making her look away from the boy. He caught my shoulders as my body swayed dangerously. "Augusta, what's wrong? Are you hurt?!"

"I'm fine..." I insisted trying to stand up straight, but my body didn't like that idea. My knees buckled under me, and I almost fell.

"You're not fine!" He said, almost angrily. "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt!"

I looked at his blue eyes that were burning with anger. I had to force myself not to shy away from him. I tried to push his arms off instead, "I'm-I'm not," I coughed again. "I'm not hurt."

The Doctor looked at me skeptically, "I'm bringing you to the Medical Bay," he told me, picking me up. I quickly wiggled out of his grip and fell back on the metal flooring.

"I'm fine," I insisted, trying to look 'fine', when I honestly felt like I was going to drop at any second. I wiped away a spot of blood that trailed my lips. "See? Fine."

"Augusta, you're coughing blood! You're not fine! You're anything but fine."

"I'll live," I replied, but found it the best time to cough again. I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my throat. I gagged, and fell to the ground. Whenever I controlled metal, it was never this bad! I fell to my knees, my body racking with heavy, maybe even lethal, coughs.

I felt his fingers push my forehead, and he tried to get me to sleep, but I resisted. No! I needed to go to Platform 500 with them! There was still more I could do!

'You need to sleep,' a familiar voice told me.

I'm fine! I stated, moving my body to get up, but fell down again. The dimly-lit orange-ish colors if the TARDIS had blended together, making it hard to make out what was what.

'Go to sleep!' The voice ordered and my body had stopped moving and I fell into darkness.

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Doctor's POV

He was surprised to see that Augusta's mind hadn't completely shut down when he tried to telepathically make her sleep. She was mentally resisting him, trying to keep herself awake. He was forced to push his mind into hers, and manually stop her.

This had also allowed him to hear her desperate thoughts while doing so, 'No! I needed to go to Platform 500 with them!' She cried. Platform 500? What was that? 'There was still more I could do!'

You need to sleep, he thought to her, as she withered in pain. Her eyes were unfocused and half-lidded.

'I'm fine,' she insisted, trying to get up, but fell again. A few spots of blood escaped her mouth.

He frowned, she was obviously not fine! She was coughing blood for Rassilon's sake! He didn't know if she had some kind of internal bleeding or something! Got to sleep! He practically yelled into her mind.

From the force of his command, she finally stopped. Her body went limp and she breathed raggedly, he picked her up, and Rose came over. She was worried, it was painted all over her face.

"What's going on? Why's she bleedin'? Is she hurt or--"

"I'm going to take her to the Medical Bay and make sure she doesn't have any injuries," he interrupted her. "You can stay here with you boyfriend. Just... Don't touch anything."

At the word 'boyfriend', Rose's face heated, "He's not my boyfriend!" She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. He smirked to himself and left the room, heading over to the Medical Bay.

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He was puzzled. As far as he could tell, she didn't have any kind of internal bleeding, or any physical injuries for that matter. He didn't even know where the blood had been coming from!

He knew how much she didn't like needles, but he needed to give her an IV in her arm, to make sure she was getting fluids. He hoped that when she woke up, she wouldn't freak out.

So far, her heart rate had been fine, she didn't seem to be dreaming too, so that was good. He watched as her chest sank and rose steadily, the heart monitor constantly beeping to the pace of her heartbeat echoed in the medical room. Her eyes closed making a peaceful look form on her face, which wasn't very common since she was so usually on edge. Her fingers would twitch every now and then, and he took note of it.

He scowled, he was being domestic! He hated domestic! "Stop it..." He muttered to himself, turning back to the monitor, forcing himself to work on something else.

"Doctor?" Rose's voice said, snapping him away from the metal set. He turned his head to see his companion standing by the door, half-leaning, half-standing on it. "Is she gonna be okay?"

She was still worried. He didn't blame her, he didn't know what was actually wrong with her either. "She's going to be fine," he assured. There was no reason to make her worried also.

She exhaled in relief, and went to go sit beside her bed, stroking her braided hair that fell around her head like a halo softly. "... I really worry about her sometimes, Doctor," She told him. "Did you see the way her eyes changed when she was protecting that dalek?"

He nodded, he had seen it too. He had mentally set aside that fact that her eyes changed colors. Now that he thought about it, her eyes had flashed red when she had that panic attack the other day. That couldn't be a coincidence.

"... Parents?" Rose said, snapping him away from his thoughts. His head shot up.

"Sorry, what?" He hadn't been listening.

She gave him a small glare, "I said, what do you think happened to her parents? How do you think she got here? In London, I mean."

"I don't know what happened to her parents," he replied. "And maybe she ran away, or got separated from her foster parents."

"But she has a American accent," Rose argued. "And if she got separated then don't you think she would've wanted to go back, or-or something."

"I don't know Rose," he sighed, he hated not knowing things. "And, I don't think she would want to go back, in the condition that we found her." Rose flinched when he mentioned her condition. She had thick pieces of glass and metal in her hands. Her face arms and body was bruised. It wasn't the best sight. She had also been scared when she had froze Rose, and scared of him when he panicked when she was freezing to death.

"And what about those gloves?" Rose said, pointing to her black gloved hands. "Remember when she froze me? How did she do that?"

He sighed, rubbing his temples, "I don't know, Rose," he stated. "I--" he stopped himself when he saw the tall young man at the door, the one that Rose had brought in, Adam.

"Oh, there you are," he said to Rose, seemingly oblivious to the conversation they were having a minute ago. "I wanted to ask you something." His eyes trailed to the girl on the bed, and then himself. "Oh... Was I interrupting something?"

"No, no, do you do whatever you apes do. Talk. Mingle. Converse," he said, easily ejecting himself from the two, and focusing on the machine he was fiddling with.

Rose rolled her eyes, and went to talk with the young man. "So... What happened to her?" He asked, pointing to the girl.

"We don't really know," Rose sighed, "Doctor says she'll be fine..."

He nodded, "... Why does she wear gloves?" He asked, curiously. He gave Adam a small look, which the he caught onto. "If you don't mind me asking," he quickly added.

He was about to say something, but Rose beat him to it. "It's fine," she told him. "She just wears them. We don't exactly know, but she has some kind of powers..."

"Powers? What kind of powers?" He inquired.

"It's nothing," the Doctor said, standing up straight. "Now, you two want an adventure, right? Let's go on one. How does the future sound?" He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned.

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Augusta's POV

I cracked my eyes open to reveal the the blinding white familiar room of the TARDIS Medical Bay, making me squint. It's too bright... I thought, and a minute later the lights dimmed in response.

Wha-- oh wait, TARDIS is alive... I silently thanked the Old Girl, as I sat up. I winced when I felt a small pain in my arm. I looked down to see something sticking out of my arm.

A NEEDLE!

I gasped in surprise, my body froze in fear as I stared at the metal object. No more needles... No more shots... Please, no more needles...

I could hear their laughter echoing from the corners of the room and synchronize with the rapid beeping of the machine beside the bed. No more. No more. No more. No more.

My arm was shaking and I felt like I couldn't breathe. Their laughing got louder, and echoed in my head. "No more. No more. No more. No more," I muttered to myself, "No more needles..."

I needed to-- I-I needed to... I needed to go and-and, I need to-- I don't wanna, I-I... I need...

I couldn't even think straight, I felt like I was back there. He feeling of the metal table I was strapped to made me shiver. My arms stung with the needles that were sticking out of my skin. Blood trailed down my arms and my head felt dizzy from the substances they were pouring into my bloodstream.

My body shivered and I tried to move away from the shot, shakily pulling it slowly out of my arm. I gagged when I felt it move in my body and leave a bit of blood on my hand.

When it was finally out, I practically threw it across the room and fell off the bed, taking the thin white blanket with me. I crawled to the corner of the room and wrap myself in the white blanket, bringing my knees to my chest.

"No-no more. I-I don't want, I-- no-- shots... Please-- no more," I whispered over and over again, trying to block out the laughter and my screams in agony that seemed to be bouncing around in my head. Tears dripped down my face and I gripped my ears, I want it to stop. Make it stop, please. Make it stop.

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Doctor's POV

After they had properly dropped Adam and his new opening head off at home, he walked back in the TARDIS with Rose.

After he went to park the TARDIS elsewhere, he went down the hallway to check on Augusta. She would probably still sleeping, anyway. Rose followed him, as the TARDIS had directed them to the room.

When they finally made it to the room labeled, "Medical Bay," he opened the door with a small smile on his face. "Augusta?" He called.

The first thing he noticed was that the bed she was in was empty, and the blanket was missing. The second was the small figure in the corner of the room, a white blanket covering it, that was shaking violently. "No more shots... No more shots... No more shots..." He heard her small, trembling voice.

"Augusta!" He cried, racing over to the girl. Her knees were pushed to her chest, her hands were clamped over her ears, gripping tightly on her head. Her body was shaking like a leaf and her eyes were wide with panic and bloodspot, signaling recent crying, and were red again, just like when she was protecting the dalek. Rassilion, what the hell happened to her?!

"No more. No more. No more. No more," she whispered, staring into space, not even looking at him.

"Augusta, calm down," he tried to say he gently, but he couldn't help the panic in his own voice. He didn't know how long she had been like this, it could be hours for all he knew.

"Augusta, look at me," he said gently, reaching out his hand to touch her. As soon as she saw it, she screamed, and pushed herself against the wall, tears escaping her eyes.

"No more! No more, please! I don't-- I-I-I-I--" she couldn't even get her words out.

He retracted his hand, "Auggie, kiddo," Rose said gently, coming over beside him. The terrified girl merely stared st her. "Hey there, how ya doing?"

"I-I don't-- I don't want any-- I don't," was all that came out of her rambling mouth.

"Don't want what, kiddo?" Rose asked, her tone was gentle, as if she was coaxing a scared animal, which would be very appropriate in this situation.

"S-S-Sh-- I don't-- I-I." She gripped her hair tighter, her face contorting into pure horror. "Make it stop! Make it stop!!" She pulled the blankets surrounding her closer to her body, and she curled up in a ball. She was practically in hysterics by now.

"Auggie calm down!" He tried to say, but she just kept yelling to herself. He needed to make her sleep again.

He moved his hand to press them against her temple, but she saw it, and moved. "Don't touch me! Stop! I don't-- don't touch me!!" She cried uselessly. He took his hand back, and stood up, quickly searching through the cabinets.

"What are you doing, Doctor?" Rose asked, as he found what he was looking for. It was a perfume-like bottle labeled 'Chloroform.'

He quickly pointed it at the girl, spraying the substance in her face. She stopped moving. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped forwards, and he caught her before she could hit the ground.

"What's that?" Rose asked, taking the bottle from him. "'Chloroform'? You drugged her?!"

"There was nothing else I could do," he argued, laying her body on the bed. He spotted the needle with dried blood on it. That was probably what set her off. He began to hook her heart rate monitor back up.

"What just happened? Why was she like that?" Rose asked.

"She had another panic attack," he explained with a short sigh. She really was not mentally stable. "I don't know for how long, it could've been hours for all I know!"

He scowled, he was angry. He shouldn't have left her by herself! Hell, he shouldn't have given her a IV! He was so thick! He knew how much she hated needles! That was just stupid of himself to do that. This was all his fault! What if she had hurt herself?! He would never forgive himself.

"Doctor, are you okay?" Rose asked.

"It's all my fault," he growled, self-loathingly. "I shouldn't have given her a bloody IV. She wouldn't have been like this if I hadn't done that!"

"You were only trying to help," Rose comforted. "It's not your fault." She placed a hand on his arm, and smiled at him.

"She was hysterical," he argued. "She could've hurt herself!"

"She's fine now," Rose insisted. "There's no reason for you to beat yourself up over it." She paused, "Look, it's been a long day. I'm gonna go make a cuppa, you want some?"

He shook his head, he planned on staying here until she woke up. "Okay... Well, if you need something, just shout, yeah?"

"Okay," he nodded, and she left the room. He watched as Augusta's face was twisted in pain, looking exactly the opposite of what she had earlier. He frowned and wondered what kind of monster would cause a child to be as terrified as she was.

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Augusta's POV

My eyes fluttered open, to reveal the pearly white ceiling. My head was pounding, and my eyes were heavy. I looked over to see the Doctor sitting in the chair beside me, his head was bobbing up and down as he slept.

What happened? I thought numbly. My eyes trailed to the side of the room, and I saw a needle. My eyes shot open, and the memories from earlier returned with full force! "No more..." I muttered, trying to move away from the medical object.

I heard the beep-y thing beat faster and higher and the Doctor shot up. "I'm up! I'm up!" He announced, and saw me, a smile spreading on his face. "Auggie, you're awake!"

"Shot... No more..." I mumbled, and the Doctor's smile faded. Before I even knew what was happening, I felt the Doctor's strong arms surrounding my body and pull me into his chest making me lean over and taking my eyes off the needle.

"Shh, shh," he coaxed. "It's all right, it's all right."

"Th shots... The shots and-- I don't-- I can't--"

"Nobody's going to hurt you, there will be no more shots," he told me silencing my terror. "Just breathe, okay? Breathe." He took a deep breath, signaling for me to do the same, so I did. The beeping thing slowly stopped being so loud, and the Doctor sighed in relief. "There. Crisis diverted."

"Doctor..." I mumbled, pulling out of his grip. "I'm-I'm sorry... I thought you were-- I thought that you were with them. I thought that--"

"We'll never hurt you," the Doctor assured.

"The shot-- the shot was in m-my arm. I didn't know-- I thought that... I thought..." I took a deep, shaky breath. "Doctor... I-I'm sorry..."

"It's okay..." He said. "Don't be sorry, you were scared."

"I just saw the shot and I just assumed... I thought that... You didn't... I'm sorry..." I took a shaky breath. "You were gone for so long... I thought you left me... I thought that--"

He took me by the shoulders, forcing me to look deeply into his crystal blue eyes. "I would never let anyone take you, I swear," he promised, and I nodded softly. He smiled, messing up my hair. "Good. Now that we've got that over with, how about a cuppa?"

That's what Jackie had called it, "You mean..." I racked my mind to think of the word Rose used for it. Tree? Three? Something with a 'ee'.

"Tea," he finished. I nodded, that was what it was called!

"Hey, isn't tea that drink that tasted bad?" I asked, my mouth curled into a frown.

He chuckled, "Yeah... But it's not that bad," he shrugged. "We could get ice cream instead."

A smile formed on my lips, and I nodded eagerly. He grinned and helped me out of the bed, and we went down the hallway to the kitchen.

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I found Rose in the kitchen, pulling something out of the stove. She turned around to see us, and smiled, "Hey kiddo. How ya feelin'?"

"Better," I answered, looking at the silver metal rectangle she set on the counter. "What's that?" Inside if the rectangle was a red-ish white substance. She was sprinkling some powder on it.

"Lasagna," she answered. "Thought you two might be hungry. I used my mum's recipe. She makes the best lasagna!"

"Laz-aga," I tried to say, the word obviously sounding strange on my tongue.

"Lasagna," she corrected, as I peered into the pan. It was about 3 1/2 inches deep and maybe 7... No, 8 inches long. "I just finished it, actually. I'll cut you some. You too Doctor. Go wash up."

"Wash up what?" I asked, as she shooed us away.

"She means, you need to wash your hands," the Doctor explained, going over to the sink. "Human tradition before eating."

I nodded, putting my gloved-hand in the water, and washing them.

He chuckled, "You need to take off your gloves, Auggie."

I rose a eyebrow, taking my hands out of the water. "Why?"

"'Cos, you're not supposed to eat with gloves on," he explained.

"Oh..." I looked at my gloves, the water steaming off them. I hesitantly took them off, and ran my bare hands in the water, cleaning them.

Once I finished, I went to out my gloves back on, but I caught onto the Doctor's frowning face, making me stop. "What? Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

"You're supposed to eat with your gloves off," he explained.

"But I need my gloves," I argued, "Why can't I eat with them on?"

He shook his head, "Nevermind, wear you gloves," he said, walking over and sitting at the table.

I looked at him, curiously, but joined him at the table. A minute later, Rose came over and set the lasagna on the table, that had a bunch of square lines in it, and joined us. "Let's eat," she grinned, handing me a plate. It was red and layered with white lining on the sides. There were little brown bumps on the inside and had gooey white insides.

I rose and eyebrow, skeptically, and looked at Rose, who handed me the stabber -- the Doctor called it something else, but I don't remember what he called it.

Taking the stabber, I poked it with the food softly. Making a bit of the red stuff ooze from it. I took out a small part of the food, and ate it. It tasted weird, I don't really know how to describe it, it just tasted... Weird.

"Do ya like it?" Rose asked, a small smile on her face.

I nodded, and forced a smile. She seemed a proud of this, and continued eating. I snuck the Doctor a pleading look, and he silently laughed at me.

After eating -- forcing -- the food down, I got up, and placed my plate in the sink. "So, Auggie, do you still want to go see those stars?" The Doctor asked.

The next episode would be... The one with Rose and her dad. When she created a paradox. That would be an easy one, all I would have to do is make sure she doesn't save her dad so he dies.

I frowned, that doesn't sound very... Nice, now that I think about it. I need a plan.

As I went to the freezer to pull out the chocolate fudge ice cream, getting a spoon, and sitting back down. "Yeah..." I answered, my mouth full of ice cream, that melted on my tongue in seconds.

I would need some way to get Rose to want to go save her dad first, so that way she doesn't want to do it in the future. Maybe I would just ask her about her dad, and she'll want to go and see him? I think that could work.

"... How 'bout it?" The Doctor said, I only caught the last bit of his sentence.

"Sorry, what?"

He sighed, having to repeat everything he just said. "There's this planet in the Castiellion galaxy called Belltrix. Their skies are so clear, they don't get a lot of sunlight during the days. Their known for their stars since it's so easy to see them. I think it'll be fantastic, yeah?"

I smiled, "That sounds great." He grinned, and went to go place his plate in the sink as well, along with Rose's, who had also finished.

Rose went to go clean up as the Doctor told me more about the planet 'Belltrix'. It was apparently home to the Bellians and the Trixitans, who had been rivaling races.

They were both really interesting. The Trixitans supposedly sense the chemicals that made you lie. And the Bellians would sense the ones that made you tell the truth.

"I thought it'd be nice to see a few, maybe," he finished his speech, and grinned. "Learn about a their cultures, meet a few, get married accidentally, et cetera."

I smiled, "That sounds great!" He grinned at my enthusiasm and messed up my hair.

"Fantastic! We can go whenever you're ready." I looked over to Rose, who had just finished placing all the dishes into the washing machine.

"I'm done," she announced, wiping her hands on her jeans. "Ready whenever you are."

Their eyes turned down to me, and I put the lid on the ice cream and grinned, "Let's go!"