The life signs in the engine room blinked, and then suddenly went out.
Jack!
The Doctor ran down the corridor, slipping on the wet metal and falling hard onto the ground. He bit his lip and it split open, but he pulled himself up and ran faster, further down the hallway. No, no, no. No, it wasn't possible. This couldn't be happening. No.
He to the door and pulled out the sonic. Deadlocked. He couldn't even pry it open if he wanted to. He looked up, through the small, glass window. The room was a fuzzy haze of green, but he could see the shiny metal of Jack's glasses in there.
They were dead. Both of them. No, no. All three of them. Jack would be back, but not Bea. Not Bea, because he wasn't fast enough. The ship shook again, and several lights went out in succession. He couldn't cry right now, he couldn't. Still had to save the TARDIS, still had to get Jack out of there. Grief could come later.
He reached a panel and pressed the button that said de-oxygenaite. With a whoosh of air, the room was cleared of the gas. He pressed another button that reoxygenated it. Too late, of course. He looked through the window to see Bea lying quietly on her back, and Jack to the side, holding her hand.
The Doctor closed his eyes and concentrated. Focused on healing Jack faster, the way he had before.
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The life signs in the engine room blinked, and then suddenly went out.
Jack!
The Doctor ran down the corridor, slipping on the wet metal and falling hard onto the ground. He bit his lip and it split open, but he pulled himself up and ran faster, further down the hallway. No, no, no. No, it wasn't possible. This couldn't be happening. No.
He to the door and pulled out the sonic. Deadlocked. He couldn't even pry it open if he wanted to. He looked up, through the small, glass window. The room was a fuzzy haze of green, but he could see the shiny metal of Jack's glasses in there.
They were dead. Both of them. No, no. All three of them. Jack would be back, but not Bea. Not Bea, because he wasn't fast enough. The ship shook again, and several lights went out in succession. He couldn't cry right now, he couldn't. Still had to save the TARDIS, still had to get Jack out of there. Grief could come later.
He reached a panel and pressed the button that said de-oxygenaite. With a whoosh of air, the room was cleared of the gas. He pressed another button that reoxygenated it. Too late, of course. He looked through the window to see Bea lying quietly on her back, and Jack to the side, holding her hand.
The Doctor closed his eyes and concentrated. Focused on healing Jack faster, the way he had before.