𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 ✧ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 Ⅰ [✓]

The Unquiet Dead Pt. 3

{Y/N} stands next to Rose as she starts the washing up that's when Gwyneth walks in instantly trying to stop Rose from washing up {Y/N} quickly takes Gwyneth by the shoulders and sits her down in a chair.

"Please, ma'am, miss, you shouldn't be helping. It's not right" Gwyneth pleads, {Y/N} shakes her head and dry's the plate Rose had handed her.

"Don't be daft" Rose starts "Sneed works you to death. How much do you get paid?"

"Eight pounds a year, miss."

"How much?" Rose asks confused.

"I know. I would've been happy with six" Rose shakes her head and continues to ask questions.

"So, did you go to school or what?"

"Of course I did. What do you think I am, an urchin? I went every Sunday, nice and proper."

"What once a week?" Rose asks.

"We did sums and everything. To be honest, I hated every second" Gwyneth admits.

"Me too. What about you {Y/N}?" Rose asks.

"Hmm, oh, well I actually liked school learning about humans was quite fascinating I must say" {Y/N} says smiling, Rose stops briefly to look over at her.

"You learnt about humans?" {Y/N} nods.

"Yeah, of course. I was the only one though" she laughs "nobody else really cared about humans" Rose nods.

"Don't tell anyone, but one week, I didn't go and ran on the heath all on my own" Gwyneth says.

"I did plenty of that. I used to go down to the shops with my mate Shareen. We used to go and look at boys" {Y/N} raises an eyebrow while Gwyneth looks down at her hands.

"Well, I don't know much about that, miss," Gwyneth says, Rose looks up at {Y/N} with a smirk.

"What? Oh, no, no, no, I didn't do stuff like that" {Y/N} says "I was too good" Rose shakes her head still smirking.

"I bet you've got your eye on someone," Rose says turning to Gwyneth.

"I suppose... there is one lad. The butcher's boy. He comes by every Tuesday. Such a lovely smile on him."

"Nice smiles are great" {Y/N} says.

"And a nice bum" Rose says making {Y/N} shake her head.

"Well, I have never heard the like."

"Ask him out" Rose looks towards {Y/N}

"...Give him a cup of tea or something, that's a start" {Y/N} shrugs, Gwyneth looks to Rose and starts talking {Y/N} stops drying the dishes and slowly moves out of the room, she sighs and leans against the wall, the Doctor who happened to be walking towards her.

"Are you alright?" she looks up at him and nods.

"Yeah, I'm good" the Doctor tilts his head and places his hand on the left side of her chest.

"Your heart..." he whispers, she grabs his hand and holds it in hers.

"It's ok..." she says "trust me" he sighs, she leans up placing her arms around his neck and pulling him for a hug "I'm alright, I promise and you know I'll tell you if something happens" she whispers pulling away to place a kiss on his cheek.

"I can't lose you."

"I'm not going anywhere" she smiles, he nods and walks into the kitchen leaving {Y/N} in the hall "not yet anyway" she whispers walking back into the kitchen.

*Time Skip*

{Y/N} sits in between the Doctor and Rose, Dickens, and Sneed on opposite sides of the table and Gwyneth across from {Y/N}.

"This is how Madam Mortlock summons those form the Land of Mists, down in big town. Come, we must all join hands, everyone joins hands except Dickens who had his arms crossed, everyone stares at him.

"I can't take part in this."

"Come on, open mind," the Doctor says, Dickens doesn't budge.

"This is precisely the sort of cheap mummery I strive to unmask. Séances? Nothing but luminous tambourines and a squeezebox concealed between the knees. This girl knows nothing."

"Now don't antagonise her. I love a happy medium" Rose and {Y/N} both look at the Doctor.

"I can't believe you just said that," Rose says.

"Come on, we might need you," the Doctor says, Dickens uncrosses his arms and grabs Rose and Gwyneth's outstretched hands.

"Good man. Now, Gwyneth, reach out" the Doctor nods towards her, she takes a deep breath before speaking.

"Speak to us. Are you there? Spirits, come. Speak to us that we may relieve your burden" the room is silent for a moment until quite whispers fill the room.

"Can you hear that?" Rose asks quietly, {Y/N} looks around her eyes squinted.

"Nothing can happen. This is sheer folly" Dickens says.

"Look at her" Rose says nodding towards Gwyneth.

"I see them. I feel them" everyone looks up to see the blue gas drifting above their heads.

"What's it saying?" Rose asks.

"They can't get through the rift..." {Y/N} says.

"Gwyneth, it's not controlling you, you're controlling it. Now look deep. Allow them through" the Doctor says.

"I can't!"

"Yes, you can. Just believe it. We have faith in you, Gwyneth. Make the link" Gwyneth nods.

"Ok" suddenly blue outlines of people appear behind her.

"Great God! Spirits from the other side" Sneed comments.

"The other side of the universe," the Doctor says, that's when the figures start talking their voices those of children, Gwyneth speaks with them.

"Pity us. Pity the Gelth. There is so little time. Help us."

"What do you want us to do?" {Y/N} asks.

"The rift. Take the girl to the rift. Make the bridge."

"Why, what happened?"

"Once we had a physical form like you, but then the war came."

"War? What war?" Dickens asks the blue figures tilt their heads.

"The Time War. The whole universe convulsed. The Time War raged. Invisible to smaller species but devastating to higher forms. Our bodies wasted away. We're trapped in this gaseous state."

"So that's why you need the corpses?" the Doctor looks at {Y/N} out of the corner of his eye as she speaks to the figures, he knew that the subject of The Time War was not one she'd take part in.

"We want to stand tall, to feel the sunlight, to live again. We need a physical form, and your dead are abandoned. They're going to waste. Give them to us."

"But we can't," Rose says.

"Why not?" the Doctor asks looking at her.

"It's not. I mean, it's not..." Rose starts stumbling over her words.

"Not decent? Not polite? It could save their lives" the Doctor says, {Y/N} continues to look at the figures as Rose and the Doctor ague.

"Open the rift. Let the Gelth through. We're dying. Help us. Pity the Gelth" with that the Gelth go back into the gas lamps and Gwyneth collapses across the table.

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