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She had felt this before. That was the first thought that made itself known to her as the blackness dissipated from her mind. She had felt this mixture of sleep and dizziness, burning and pain, knowledge and power. The memory of it had stayed with her for all of those years. Flicking through her dreams, hiding in the shadows of her thoughts just before sleep, always just out of reach. But now it was back, and Rose almost wished it had stayed away.

Her eyes didn't want to open, but even they knew that they were not safe from the wrath of their master, and fluttered on command. The light around her was dim, but not dark, and the room was far less than empty.

The three beds in the Med Bay were all in use. One holding the now fully awake Rose, another being used by a still dead Captain, and the last propping up a silent Donna. Beside all of the beds were chairs, but only one was currently filled. The Doctor was asleep, head lolling backwards, in the chair beside her bed. His wild hair even messier than usual.

Rose sighed and took in the sight of him. How long would she be able to be near him before he woke up and screamed at her again? Would he send her to some far off planet, thinking that she was really an alien using Rose as a mask? What about Jack and Donna? Would he think that they were aliens too, just because they because they were with her?

No, Jack had died and would be alive soon. That was proof the Doctor couldn't ignore. And he would most likely believe Jack when he says that Donna is not an alien. Which left only her, then, alone on whatever planet the Doctor decided to drop her on.

The thought burned through her heart like a slowly turned knife, and the light briefly stopped dancing in her chest. This was it, after so many years, so much hope lost, she would finally lose everything. She'd be left with nothing but a bitter taste of a failed reunion and an alien planet.

So caught up in thoughts of her coming banishment, her hardly noticed the tears or the choking sounds that she was making. She was vaguely aware of Donna shifting off of her bed and onto Rose's before she was enveloped in a tight hug, ginger hair tickling her face.

"Oh Rose, shh." Donna whispered. "It's alright. It'll be just fine. Don't worry." She stroked the blonde woman's hair as she sobbed into her shirt. "Don't cry."

Oh yes, she had felt those feelings before. The sleep and dizziness, the burning and pain, the knowledge and power. But crying into Dona's shirt, she realized that never before had she felt so entirely empty.

Sorry it's taken so long to update. I've been super busy, and sick. So no writing has been done. I realize that this one is probably horrible, and I apologize for that. But, nothing I can really say other than sorry. Anyway, I'm going to go read Wuthering Heights for school and try to keep breathing. I will hopefully update soon.