The Fate of Harleen Quinn

Harleen looked to Yalti with a sad look on her face. She lowered her head until The Doctor knelt by her and took her hand, making her look up at him. Her eyes were going glassy as she about to burst into tears but she kept them back the best she could. "Y-you and Brax completed me..." She smiled sadly before a small tear rolled down her cheek as The Doctor apologized. "D-don't apologize, you don't need to apologize ever! Especially not to me..." She slowly sat up before hugging The Doctor close and she didn't want to let him go.

"I-I wish I could stay Doctor... I-I really do. But even you know everybody has an end... a-and I guess this is mine." Harleen held him tighter as she slowly began to cry into his shoulder. She wanted to stay, but she knew the poison would take her in a few minutes and she had no time to say goodbye to Brax, the man she loved from the bottom of her heart. She wiped her eyes and looked to The Doctor. "G-g-goodbye, Doctor." She smiled at him weakly, her eyes beginning to droop.

Yalti was trying to concentrate harder on his boots than he had ever done before, tears formed, welled and fell down his cheeks. He could hear what the Doctor was saying, he could hear her dying words…it was overwhelming. Yalti hauled himself up, looking at Harley and slowly made his way over to her, knelt down, looking at the Doctor for some sort of permission as he felt as if he were intruding upon a delicate conversation.

He really needed to make it lighthearted. "Well, you'll be with Brax then forever…tell him I miss him always."

But it didn't come out the way he had expected the humor to go, his voice cracked as he said it and more tears began to fall. Yalti hadn't felt this way for a very long time, it hurt him too much to say anything else, a huge lump forming in his throat as he placed two fingers on her neck to see whether she was still alive…it was the faintest a heart could possibly be before it would eventually stop.

"I'm…sorry about this, Doctor…" Yalti said, scooting away from Harley and rocking gently back and forth. "Its really unfortunate that she had to leave us…I…I…do you want to…"

What he really wanted to ask was whether the Doctor wanted to celebrate her last moments or head on his way as Brax had said that the Doctor had done a few times, but his mouth could not form a sentence that made sense in his own emotional state.

Holding back all the emotions as they began to build up, The Doctor began to breathe heavily as he held Harleen tight, kissing her head before hugging her again then slowly letting her form rest up against the stool padding. His facial expression fell blank, grey would be a understatement, his eyes heavy with yet another person he let die, a friend. "No..." The Doctor mumbled, standing up, his eyes still locked on Harleen, "They belong together...her and Brax...", pausing, he turned to Yalti, "If your brother is alive then he can save her....the poison hasn't taken her fully but she only has a few moments. There is a prison outside of those doors. Heavily fortified walls, turrets and guards. Inside is your brother...he is alive..i know it...and i am going to rescue him". Quickly walking past Yalti, The Doctor snagged his trench coat and began to put it on as he glanced back to Harleen then finally to Yalti, "You don't have to come..you can watch over her if you like. The TARDIS is monitoring her vitals, just read the scanner" he explained with a sniff, "Give me ten minutes...that's all i need".

With that, he turned, opened the door, stepped out then shut it behind him. The roaring icy cold wind struck him like a wall as he peered out onto the snow covered outside walls of the prison. Spot lights searched the sky, guards patrolled the tops of the walls, the sound of laughter, cries and shrieks of pain echoed from within the walls, "Allons-y..." The Doctor groaned.

Harleen had looked at Yalti with a sad look in her eye as she saw his tears fall. "Y-yalti..." She said his name weakly and her voice was wavy. She soon let her eyes close and she murmured: "I'll miss you." She directed it to Brax mostly, but she had said to everyone. She meant her goodbyes for everyone. The Doctor, Yalti, Brax and her sister Isabella whom she wished was here to see her go. Being told by a letter that a loved one had passed is something Harleen knew Isabella hated, but it was the only way for her to know about Harleen's passing.

Harleen had not died completely, the poison had not taken the last bit of her, her heart and mind, which is what she was using to fight it. She looked like she was asleep but she was in a coma-like state. Her heart was slowly losing it's battle and so was her mind. Soon she would be consumed by the alien poison. She began to cough and shiver as if she was cold. She still had Yalti's coat on top of her and she slowly moved it over her so it was like a blanket it and she almost snuggled up with it before she went completely still. Silent, even. A smile was planted on her lips and a single tear rolled down her cheek.

She had lost.

((I'm guessing that's the end? Or shall we continue?))

(( Erm, continue for you and 10 to post and then end. ))

Yalti gasped in shock as Harleen had taken her last breath. It made him feel angry, like he was going to burst. So he did. Instead of compartmentalize it, he let it go and screamed. Yalti tried to refrain from kicking anything but it was hard not to. He had never accepted death and had acted like this when he found out that his brother had vanished and apparently died.

"It's not fair! Harleen! You can't do this to me!"

Yalti went over to any corner that he could find and curled up into a ball, not before he had gently wiped his hand over her face, closing her eyelids. He felt like a five year old kid throwing a tantrum, but he couldn't care less. Everyone had died that he cared for and especially someone who was the last person to care for his brother, Braxien.

He stayed curled up in a ball, allowing Harleen to keep the coat. It was like she was just asleep and tried to convince himself otherwise. The Doctor should have stayed, he didn't have to go and get his brother, even if he was still alive, Brax would have rather died along with Harleen. That was how much he cared for her. It was a similar scene to Romeo and Juilet, which made him for a millisecond forget the death that had taken place.

"I'm sorry Harleen…I'm sorry Brax, if you're out there…I just can't take this anymore…" Yalti got up, walked over to his boots and picked them up, waiting for the Doctor's arrival so he could go back home and sleep.

((I say we just end it. No need for me to post again, seeing as it is all over))