AN: Thanks once again for the feedback, but I'm afraid that this is the last chapter! :'( I've enjoyed every second of writing this story, but now I feel it's the best place to end it. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, your support to continue has been epic. This is the first story where everyone's liked what I wrote, and this completion is for you. If any of you have any ideas for a sequel, please PM or review for me with your ideas! Many thanks, and enjoy this short final piece!

WARNING: Mentions of possible suicide attempt/self harming. Read with care. Don't read this chapter if this is triggering.

Epilogue

The silence was long, too long, and was only disturbed by Rose's muffled sobs, as her face was buried into the Doctor's shirt, clinging onto him for dear life, afraid that if she did let go, he'd disappear.

Mickey looked up as he heard police sirens in the distance. "We should go. Unless you'd rather be accused of murder. Trust me, it ain't pretty."

"You two go to the TARDIS, we'll catch up," he waited until his two friends had left, before looking down at Rose. "They're gone." Somewhat hesitantly, from the safety and comfort of the Doctor, she looked up, eyes heavy with exhaustion and tears. "Are you alright?"

Still trembling like a leaf, she nodded. "I think so. I am now that you're here."

"What did they do to you … in training?" he asked, wanting to know, but at the same time, he didn't, as he knew for Rose it would be a sensitive subject for a long while.

As expected, Rose did not respond. Instead, she bowed her head, ashamed. The Doctor nodded in understanding.

"It doesn't matter," he said softly, throwing his jacket around her shoulders. "Keep this on, you don't want to catch a cold. Are you alright to walk?"

She nodded again, and the Doctor stood first, before bending down to help her up. He kept his arm around her shoulders, leading the way out of the building, before they were confronted at the entrance by Miss Blackwood, who looked furious. Rose froze to the spot in fear and horror, staring wide eyed at the woman who had made her life hell.

"Get out of my way, Victoria," the Doctor snarled, holding on tighter to Rose. "I'm taking Rose back home, where she belongs. Jimmy's dead, and the police are on there way, there's no way you're going to stop me. Not now. Move."

Victoria chuckled. "You're not going to ruin my business, Mr Smith. You know, I don't think that is even your real name. It's far too commonly used as a cover. Now please excuse us, Rose here has her first client, and he's getting anxious. We've go to give them their moneys worth."

The Doctor whipped out his sonic screwdriver, unconcerned. "I'm giving you one last chance Victoria, move out of our way before someone gets hurt."

Another awkward silence passed, and Victoria did not respond. The Doctor sighed.

"I did warn you."

With that, he pressed his sonic screwdriver, and the most awful wailing sound hit their ears. It was so loud, even Rose had doubled over, clamping her hands over her ears, feeling as though she was going to pass out. The Doctor wasn't affected by this noise, however, and in the distraction as Victoria fell to her knees with blood pouring out of her ears, he quickly grabbed Rose and pulled her out of the building altogether.

In the confusion of getting out of the building, it took Rose a while to register that she was now safely inside the TARDIS, with the Doctor closing the doors and rushing to the console, punching in the coordinates with Jack's help. Rose simply stood there, where the Doctor left her, still in shock. Noticing that she was here and safe, Mickey walked over and hugged her tightly. He noticed that she was stiff at first, which was to be expected, but she quickly relaxed, hugging him back just as tightly.

"Are you alright?" he asked quietly.

She nodded. "As I'll ever be," she said in barely a whisper. Mickey smiled gently and took her hand, leading her over to where the Doctor was bounding around the console as per usual.

"Right, we're taking the TARDIS back to your Mum's. No doubt she'll want to see you're safe after everything that's happened. But before we do, we need to a simple medical exam, it's OK," he said quickly, seeing her eyes widen in fear and the shake of her head in protest. "I won't do anything you don't want me too. But I do need to check that you haven't caught any STD's to be sure. It'll take ten minutes tops, I promise."

10 minutes later…

Rose sat nervously on a hospital like bed inside the med bay. She'd only been down her a couple of times, thankfully, after getting a couple of grazes from laser guns etc. Her legs dangled off the edge of the bed as she watched the Doctor gathering his test results via the computer.

After performing the tests, he allowed her to take a quick shower and changed into more comfortable pyjamas. She was grateful. As soon as she took off the scantily clad outfit, she asked Mickey and Jack to burn it, and watched as it burnt until there was nothing left.

The seconds she spent there turned into minutes, which felt even longer. Finally, the Doctor had his results, and turned back to Rose, smiling with relief.

"You're absolutely fine," he announced, making Rose sag with relief. "A little bruising in sensitive areas here and there, but that'll soon disappear. I can soon clear your blood system with whatever junk they gave you. When you go to sleep I can keep you on an IV for the night and it should be clear within 12 hours. But there's no internal damage nor any signs of diseases. You're safe."

"Can I go to my room now?" she whispered hoarsely, barely able to look at him.

He nodded. "Of course. Do you want me to come with you?"

She shook her head, and left the room. She collapsed on her bed in relief, and instantly started to cry, the emotions of her ordeal finally catching up with her. She pulled the covers around her tightly, holding the pillow in comfort. It was all very well the Doctor saying that she was fine physically, but how would she ever get over this emotionally? It was hard enough the first time, but to do it again? She didn't know she could cope. It was too much. She opened her eyes, and glanced towards her en suite bathroom, which still had the light on.

Slowly, she sat up, wanting more to end this nightmare. Like a zombie, Rose got to her feet, and step by step, she made her way to the bathroom. She closed the door, and opened her medicine cabinet. Hidden at the back, she found a scalpel. When Jimmy's friends first abused her all those years ago, she suffered from depression from time to time during her recovery, and had shamefully considered suicide. But Mickey was always there to stop her, most of the time. She pulled back the sleeve of her top, and brushed across old scars of where she used to self harm herself with the said scalpel. She only did this when she was having a really bad day. Well, today was a really bad day. She looked at her healed wrists, then at the scalpel. Then back again. Should she? Was there any point in living anymore? After everything that had happened, would it be worth it?

The Doctor wouldn't care how she was feeling, nor would Jack. They never shared feelings with her, so why should she bother with hers? If she did this now, there'd be no going back. She knew that much. Was it worth the pain?

She shook her head, getting rid of any doubtful thoughts. She gripped the scalpel tighter in her hand, and determinedly brought it to the opposite wrist, and closed her eyes, wincing as the blade sunk into her sink, before dropping the scalpel to the floor, watching the blood flow freely down her arm.

"Rose?"

She gasped, clutching her now bleeding wrist and turned to the door, where Jack stood, his mouth open in shock, as he saw the blood, and the scalpel on the floor.

He'd seen everything.

To be continued in Recovery…

AN: Ha! I'm evil. Anyway, I hope that was alright and didn't offend you guys. Will Jack tell the Doctor what he's just seen? Should he? Review!