She really should've seen it coming. She was venerable, defenceless to attack; how could he possibly resist her?

I let it fall, my heart, and is it fell you rose to claim it

He came and went with increasingly shortening intervals, until he was there wherever she turned. She was blind to his intentions; too caught up in her hurt at how her Doctor had so easily forsaken her, too busy wondering why she had let his clone go. The end of the universe was dark and cold, but never as bad as this.

It was dark and I was over, until you kissed my lips and you saved me

She wasn't sure how to respond; she did what felt best and wrapped him round her like a raincoat, keeping her warm. And in a grin of triumph he claimed her.

My hands, they're strong, but my knees were far too weak to stand in your arms without falling to your feet

Poor, weak human: she saw too much good in everything, never saw what a farce, what a production it all was. He watched her spin further out of control and into his reach with something almost like sadness, and yet the sight amused him. She had no idea, no idea at all, until it was far too late.

But there's a side to you that I never knew, never knew: all the things you'd say, they were never true, never true

"You're so beautiful." He'd whisper, and then he would be in the arms of another woman, test her limits, bring her to the edge before returning to this pitifully weak child who had once been the stuff of legends, the Bad Wolf and lover of the Doctor. He smiled benevolently as he played with her, and she curled around him in the vain hope that he would stop.

And all the games you'd play, you would always win, always win

Of course she tried to leave, but he was a drug to her; too difficult to deal with when she had no-one to support her. She came back shaking, weeping after a night at the bar with her things stuffed in a black bin bag, begging for forgiveness. And the sight was too pleasing for him to refuse; he took her in and smiled, drums resounding in a victory march.

He thought it could go on forever, and then he woke and he was chained to the bed they had recently chucked out, cold rain blurring his vision enough to see Rose and the box of matches in her hand.

"Rose? What are you doing?"

She steps forward and kisses him softly. "I'm sorry, but this is the only way. I can't get away from you, so…so you most get far away from me."

He smells the chemicals covering his body and fear licks at his insides. "Rose, stop this." She opens the box and takes out a match, and he makes his voice as commanding as possible. "I am your lord and Master, and I order you to stop this!"

She smiles through her tears; a tiny, humourless thing. "Not anymore you're not. Goodbye, Master."

The flames burn through his voice box before he can even scream. The regeneration process is too slow, too late, and his mouth opens and closes furiously as fire and water consume him and burn his madness to ashes. Rose watches, tears streaking down her face.

But I set fire to the rain, watched it pour as I touched your face. Well, it burned while I cried, 'cos I heard it scream your name.

The charred body gave a final twitch and fell still, and sirens sounded in the distance. She swallowed and sniffed, then walked into the rain to meet her fate.

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