Title: Family of Blood 4/?
Author: kelkat9
Characters: Ten/Rose, Mickey, Martha, Donna eventually
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Cursing and some explicit references
Genre: Adventure, Horror, Romance, Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or Fright Night
Summary: AU of Human Nature and Family of Blood.  An accident in Pete's World sends Rose and Mickey back to their home universe.  They land in Las Vegas 2008 with nothing but the clothes on their back.  Soon, they realize the Doctor is near but something is terribly wrong.  Why he is in some Las Vegas show parading around in black leather as some bloke called Peter Vincent?
A/N: A big hug and thank you to callistawolf   for fixing all my grammar flubs.  Also thanks and hugs to my Dalekian Sistahs for plotting help.  Ten is fobbed as Peter Vincent so there will be profuse cursing and references to him shagging his way through Vegas.  Next chapter is more Peter Vincent centric.

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Martha Jones was sick of baby-sitting a certain egotistical, obnoxious, sex-obsessed, leather-clad wanker of a fobbed Time Lord.  She often found herself clenching her fists until her manicured nails bit into her palms while watching him or trying to clean up some new mess he created either with some piece of skirt he picked up or with the management of the MGM Grand.  Although the hotel was pleased with how popular his act was, they weren’t pleased with his drunken antics or the bevy of women that he tossed aside every morning.  Martha wasn’t sure what hurt her more, the fact that she had to deal with the condescending and sleazy management at the hotel or watch him swan off with some blonde every night while not even blinking an eye at her no matter how many figure hugging dresses she wore.  It was like she was invisible to him.  Well, except when she had to lecture him on some transgression or about his obligations to the show.

Then, of course, there was Ginger and that wasn’t even her real name!  She was Joan Redfern, a sweet-faced, intelligent girl with curves in all the right places and who tarted up in the way he found appealing.  It didn’t take long for Joan to become not only his on-stage assistant, but his girlfriend of the open relationship variety.  At first, Martha had been filled with jealousy that he had chosen Joan to share his stage and his bed.  But then, Martha saw how things really were and pitied the girl.  Joan was an undergraduate student working her way through college.  It was obvious that she’d fallen for Peter and thought she could change his notorious ways.  Of course, that wasn’t going to happen, but Joan kept trying and she put up with his drinking and shagging every blonde that crossed his path.  Martha could never figure out why someone so intelligent and beautiful put up with such a wanker.

That was about the time that Martha realized that Joan could be her, albeit without all the shagging.  Martha had plenty of long, lonely nights to think about her and the Doctor and the feelings she had for him.  She had thought that sooner or later, he would see her and realize that she was better than some long lost girl who had left him.  She still hadn’t gotten the whole story out of him on that front.  She only knew that the girl’s name was Rose and they had been together but that now she was gone.  It was beyond Martha’s comprehension how anyone could leave him so she chose to believe the worst of this Rose.  After all, she had left him heartbroken.  Although Martha had feelings for the Doctor, she had to admit after everything they’d been through together, that he still viewed her as only a friend.  She couldn’t compete with the ghost of this past love and she knew she shouldn’t have to.  Seeing how the Doctor as Peter treated Joan just drove home to Martha that she deserved more and when the Doctor was back to himself, she intended on telling him.

Until then, she had to deal with the notorious Peter Vincent.  She, Martha Jones, a few weeks away from becoming a doctor herself, had been relegated to nothing more than a keeper of the womanizing, swaggering git.  The next few weeks and the demise of the Family could not pass fast enough for her.  Oh, but when that man, that Time Lord became himself again, he was going to get an ear full. Then, she was demanding a trip to the best spa in the universe; somewhere that she would not have to deal with slimy casino or hotel managers who felt her up and made lewd comments to her.  She would be pampered and a certain Time Lord would be apologizing  repeatedly.

In the meantime, Martha’s only solace was visiting the TARDIS as a reminder that this life in Las Vegas was temporary.  It was after yet another incident backstage with some drunken fan and Martha lecturing Peter about his lascivious and rude comments that Martha headed straight for the TARDIS for some peace and quiet.  When she opened the door to find a blonde and ginger haired woman next to the console, she was shocked, angry, and ready to do battle.

“Who the hell are you?” she demanded and then walked over and reached for the coat rack, intent on defending the TARDIS.  She couldn’t understand how they’d gotten inside.  The Doctor had told her that no one could get into his TARDIS without him or a key and no one here should have that except for her.

“Oi, easy does it, sunshine.  Put that thing down!” Donna shouted at beautiful dark skinned woman threatening her with a coat rack.

Rose stepped forward.  “Martha isn’t it?  I’m Rose and this is Donna and we’re in the TARDIS ‘cos I have a key.  We don’t mean any harm.  We’re here to help,” Rose said calmly, displaying her TARDIS key as evidence.

Martha let the coat rack down with a clang on the metal grating.  “Rose?  You’re the Rose that left him, aren’t you?” Martha snapped.  “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming back here after what you did to him.”

Rose was stunned and confused.  Donna stepped forward.  “Hold on, she hasn’t done anything except find her way back to him only to find him shaggin’ his way down the strip.”

“She left him,” Martha explained and glared at Rose.  “He’s been mooning over her and going on about her ever since.”  Martha turned to Rose.  “Do you even understand what you did to him or were you too busy moving on to the next in line?”

That was enough to bring out Rose’s estate girl. “Now see here, I didn’t leave him.  I never would’ve left him.  And, I’ve lived every day since I lost him tryin’ to find a way back!  Before you go judgin’ me, you should get the whole story.  Heard of the Battle at Canary Wharf, Daleks and Cybermen attacking London and each other?  Well, I was there with him.  We stopped them but at cost.  It was just the two of us sending them into the Void, into Hell when I lost my grip on a lever.  I was following them into the void and there was nothing the Doctor could do to save me.  I was lucky though.  I was saved by someone in the other universe who popped back into our side and took me back to his universe.  Except, I was trapped there.  The Doctor couldn’t come get me without two universes collapsing.  All he could do was send a message tellin’ me that and sayin’ good bye.  It nearly destroyed me, losin’ him.  So don’t tell me I did this to him.  If you want to blame anyone, you blame Torchwood.  They did it.  It’s ‘cos of them that all those people died and we were separated.”

Martha stared at the angry blonde who now had a hint of tears in her eyes and then it hit her.  Canary Wharf and Torchwood.  Her cousin Adeola had died there amidst aliens and the Doctor had been there with this Rose person.  She felt the weight of it all and her shoulders slumped.  She believed this girl, who was the Doctor’s Rose.  This was the blonde woman that even now haunted him so much, that he was shagging every blonde he could get a hold of and drowning his sorrows in liquor and a conceited, egotistical attitude. This girl loved him even seeing what he had become in his flawed and depraved human state.

Rose watched a myriad of emotions cross Martha’s face and took a step toward her.  She was sure she knew what was going on here.  It was obvious that Martha had been through a lot with the Doctor becoming this Peter Vincent bloke, but Rose suspected it was more than that.  This was the face of a woman who was more than just irritated.  Rose knew that look of longing and heartbreak.  “I’m sorry,” Rose said softly.

Martha looked up at her. “No, I’m the one should be sorry.  I made assumptions that I shouldn’t have.  I’m a scientist, a doctor, or I will be one day, and I should know better.  It’s just, we’ve been through so much and I’ve been trying so hard to keep him safe and not let him do something even more stupid than what he already has been doing.”  Martha started to pace and rant and rave about how badly she’d been treated and how alone she felt.

“You have every right to be angry!” Donna exclaimed.  “Look at what that dumbo did!  Who decides to change themselves from a brilliant if not slightly bonkers spaceman into the magical slutboy!  I mean, who hides himself as some glitzy manwhore in some sleazy Las Vegas show with his face plastered all over town where everyone including the blood suckin’ aliens can find him?” Donna ranted.  “And speaking of them, how bollixed up is it to lead the dangerous aliens here where they could do God knows what to the locals!”

“Yeah, well, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s done something that ended up being a bad idea,” Rose agreed.  “Point is, Martha’s not alone now.”  Rose looked over at her and smiled.

Martha looked up at Rose as something hit her.  “I’ve seen you before, upstairs.”  She looked at Rose’s outfit closer.  “You’re a waitress up there, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, when me and Mickey got transported back to this universe and saw the poster, I knew we had to get close to this Peter Vincent bloke so we could investigate.  Mickey works in security upstairs and I got a job servin’ drinks to the tourists.”

“Mickey?” Martha asked.

“Oh, sorry, Mickey’s my friend.  We worked at Torchwood in the other universe, not like the one here, but still dealin’ with aliens.  We were on a case near some alien tech when things went pear shaped and we somehow ended up back here.  Speakin’ of which, I need to text him to let ‘im know I’m all right.  He was a bit nervous with me pokin’ around down here by myself without back up.”  Rose pulled out her mobile and texted Mickey an update.

Donna walked over to Martha.  “I’m Donna Noble by the way.  The Doctor saved me from my evil spider lovin’ fiancé.”

Martha stared at her.  “I don’t want to know, do I?”

“It was my wedding day and I ended up here on his ship.  It happened right after he lost blondie over there.  He was a mess.  He invited me to go with ‘im after he sorted the spider tart and I said no.  Been lookin’ for him ever since.  Still can’t believe I found him here.  And you, how’d you meet himself?”

“Oh, the hospital I worked at ended up on the moon.  Space rhinos were looking for a fugitive.  He was cute and smart and asked so I went with him.  I’ve been travelin’ with him ever since.”

Rose walked back over.  “Mickey wants to meet up with us later.  There’s been a couple more murders.  We think it’s those vampire things.”

“Oh God!” Martha said and began pacing worrying about the Family finding them.  “He said if I got in trouble I could open the watch and he’d be back but only as a last resort.   I’m really not supposed to open it until those things are gone which should be another two weeks.”

“Watch?” Donna asked.

“He downloaded his Time Lord essence into this watch.  He used this chameleon arch thing that created this new personality and transferred his personality and memories into the watch.  So you see, the watch is essentially him,” Martha explained.

“So he put you in charge of his human self and to protect the watch and let him out when these vampire things were gone,” Rose stated, now feeling even more annoyed with the Doctor.  He had put a lot on Martha while he ran away.

“Oh Martha,” Donna said, looking at her.  “Time boy really mucked up this one.  I think this calls for a drink while we figure out what to do.”

Rose nodded. “Yeah, I think we need to talk this through and see what we can do to help you.  Come on,” Rose said and looped her arm through Martha’s and led her out of the TARDIS.  The three women found a spot in the now vacant bar area where the Peter Vincent show was performed.  Each of them had a cocktail in front of them as they shared stories about the Doctor they knew.

“Regeneration?” Martha asked when Rose told her about her first Doctor.

Rose rolled her eyes.  “Oh Gawd, he didn’t tell you?  You’d thought he would have learned to tell his companions about that.”  Rose gave them a quick explanation.

Donna’s brow furrowed.  “So you’re tellin’ me that when you met him he was all broad shouldered, blue eyed, wearing a leather coat and jeans?  Not the skinny bloke in a suit?”

Rose sipped her margarita.  “Yeah, pretty much. He regenerated in front of me and even though I saw it, I just couldn’t believe it.  I was a bit daft and asked him if he could change back.  He was real hurt.”  Rose pulled out her mobile and showed them a picture she had of her first Doctor and her.

Martha just looked on in amazement even though she knew she shouldn’t be surprised.  Still, the medical student in her was curious and her mind was whirling with the possibilities.

Donna’s eyes widened.  “He went from gorgeous to a skinny strip of nothing!  No wonder you asked him to change back!”

Rose choked on her drink and Martha grinned as she looked on.  “I’d have liked to have seen this regeneration thing!” Martha exclaimed.

Rose and Donna turned and looked at her.  “What?  I’m a medical student and I think it’s interesting.”

Rose broke out into hysterical giggles.  “Yeah it was interesting all right.  One minute he’s saying goodbye and then he’s bursting into golden light, then he’s talking about hair, new teeth and dogs with no noses and bouncing around like a puppy!  Course, then he passed out during the alien invasion.”

“When was that?” Donna asked.

“Oh, Sycorax, people standing on their roof, a couple Christmases ago I think.  Kind of lose track with time travel.”

“I remember that!  Huge spaceship in the sky!  My Mum was on the roof,” Martha mused.

“Oh, I think I heard about that, I was in bed with an awful hangover and by the time I was feeling decent it was over,” Donna said, shrugged and sipped her margarita.

“So, you said companions.  Are there more of us, then?” Martha asked, now curious to find out how many companions he’d had.  He had confessed to her that he was over nine hundred years old.

“Yeah, he’s had several.  I don’t know how many.  Honestly, he never talked about anyone until we met Sarah Jane.  I thought he’d been traveling with another Time Lord or something until the Time War happened.”

“Time War?” Donna asked.

Rose took a long sip of her drink.  “He’s the last of his kind.  There was a terrible war against the Daleks and he’s the only survivor.  He never told me all the details but enough that I know that it was him who made it happen.  It’s the heaviest weight he bears…knowing that to end the madness of it, he had to destroy his own people.”

Donna looked at Rose and saw the sadness in her eyes, almost as if Rose empathized so much with the Doctor that she took on some of his burden as her own.

“Well, he’s not alone now is he?  He’s got us to watch his back and keep ‘im in line,” Donna affirmed.

“Yeah, but you see it’s more than that.  We’re human.  We wither and die while he lives on for centuries or more.  It’s why he runs so much.  He can’t bear to watch it happen.  He told me that when we met Sarah Jane,” Rose explained.

Martha could see how much this was bothering Rose and decided to switch subjects.  “You said Sarah Jane, who's she?”

Rose brightened.  “Oh, Sarah Jane is this investigative reporter who traveled with him back during his third and fourth self.  She met him when he worked for UNIT and had been banished to Earth by his people.  She was there when he regenerated and then traveled with him for ages.  He dropped her off on Earth when he had to get back to his people but he never came back.  He just left her waitin’ and wonderin’.  She was a little annoyed with ‘im.”

“Well, of course she was annoyed!” Donna said, with fire in her eyes.  “That’s like leading a girl on and never calling her!”

Martha snorted, “Tell me about it.”

“Oh, don’t tell me,” Donna continued, “that skinny boy did something like that to you?”

Martha looked at Rose.  “No offense, but he has a habit of sending one message and then turning it around so you wonder what just happened.  Then, there’s him constantly going on about how perfect Rose was, makin’ me feel like I wasn’t up to snuff.”

Rose reached over and put her hand on Martha’s arm.  “Oh, I am so sorry, Martha.  I know he can be a bit hopeless that way.  One day, I’ll have to tell you about eighteenth century France and how he was off makin’ out with Madame Du Pompadour and trapping himself in the past leavin’ me and Mickey to fend for ourselves in ship filled with homicidal clockwork robots; and that was after he promised he wouldn’t leave me behind.”

“Now that sounds like a story we need to hear!” Donna enthused.

Rose smiled softly and with a bit of sadness.  “Yeah, I learned a lot ‘bout him durin’ that.  Point is, he loves all of his companions in different ways but he also runs from us.  As much as he wants the company, he keeps his distance since to him, our lives are only a flash in time and it’s too painful for him to watch us die.”

Martha looked at Rose and felt a strong connection to her.  It just wasn’t just her, but Rose too.  She wasn’t second best.  She was part of a larger sisterhood of the Doctor’s companions and she was betting they all shared similar stories.  She stared at her drink a moment and then looked back at Rose and Donna.  “No, that’s not right.  It’s a rubbish way of looking at life and I’m not gonna give him a break just ‘cos he’s afraid of death.  I’ve been working my way through medical school and interning at a hospital and I see patients on a daily basis, some of whom don’t make it.  Being a doctor means facing and accepting death.  Sometimes you’ll bond with a patient and you have to face that you may lose him or her.  You can’t run from the fact that everything ends so I’m sorry but he doesn’t get a free pass on that from me.”

“That’s the spirit, Martha Jones!” Donna said and clinked glasses with her.

“Traveling with the Doctor means accepting the fun days along with the hard days.  He took me to meet Shakespeare and part of it was fun.  Of course, the evil witches trying to destroy the world using Shakespeare’s words weren’t so great and I had no idea how awful smelling the 1500s were but still… I met Shakespeare and he wrote something about me.  The awful parts were worth it for that.”

“You mean, he’s worth the monsters,” Rose said softly, remembering Reinette’s words.

“Yeah, I suppose you could put it that way.  So, you see, he can’t run away just because he’s afraid of losing us.  He has to face it and maybe we need to help him do that,” Martha said, looking at Rose, knowing that Rose needed to accept this as much as the Doctor did.  She could see now that as tough and brilliant as Rose Tyler may be, she allowed her compassion to rule her decisions, especially as they related to the Doctor.  Putting it simply, Martha could see how much Rose loved him and now understood why the Doctor’s eyes darkened whenever Rose’s name was mentioned or when something reminded him of her.  The two of them had it bad for one another.  So much so, each was blind to things around them and that was dangerous in many ways.

“Martha’s right, Rose.  You can’t let him get away with this runnin’ thing.  I mean look what he’s done to himself!  He’s put not just himself but the whole planet in danger just because he was runnin’ away again.”

“But he’s lost so much.  It’s just that I feel so…”  Rose’s mobile rang and she answered it.  “Hey Micks.  I was just havin’ a drink with Donna and Martha.”  Rose looked concerned all of a sudden.

“What is it?” Donna demanded.

“You sure?” Rose asked and then nodded her head.  “Yeah, I understand.  We’ll meet you at the diner.”  Rose hung up and looked at the two women both who looked anxious.  “We need to meet Mickey at the diner down the way.  There’s been more vampire trouble.  They’re definitely here and hungry.  You two up for it?  I mean, I know the Doctor asked you to do this Martha but…”

“Bugger that!  She needs help!” Donna announced as she stood up and gathered her purse.  “Martha’s had to deal with that swaggering pillock on her own for long enough.  What you say Martha, you up for some help dealing with the barmy spaceman?”

Martha stood up resolved.  “You know what, I really could but are you two sure about this?  I mean, it’s going to be dangerous.  The Doctor said these creatures are ruthless and…”

Rose marched over and looped her arm through Martha’s.  “And that’s why it needs a team effort.  We’re with you Martha.  Right Donna?” Rose said assertively.

“Right!  We’re not just companions, this is our world and we’re gonna protect it from those things and then we’re gonna turn the pervy magician back into the Doctor and shake some sense into his skinny arse!”  In agreement and supporting each other, the women went to diner to meet Mickey and make their plans.

Meanwhile, in an abandoned casino set for demolition not far off the Vegas strip, a group of aliens were making similar plans, none of which involved keeping the Doctor safe.

“Father of Mine,” said a suave looking dark haired man with hair arranged in a spiky style, wearing tight jeans and burgundy velvet jacket. He was standing next to a cloaked spaceship sitting in the dark and dusty lobby of the decrepit, abandoned casino.  “The hunt goes on and the feeding grounds are fertile.  We are close.  The Time Lord’s scent grows stronger.”

Father of Mine, a ruggedly handsome middle aged human-looking man with short dark hair and dressed in a dark gray suit, turned to look at the younger looking vampire.  “Time grows short for us.  Even now, our life force ebbs weakening these bodies so that not even the rich feeding grounds on this planet can sustain us.  We need the Time Lord if we are to continue beyond the meager centuries allotted to us.”

A middle aged blonde woman dressed in a form fitting black jersey cocktail dress followed by a ginger haired girl in jeans and floral halter top dragged in two unconscious men and dropped them to the floor as if they were nothing.  “Husband of Mine,” the blonde woman said. “I have set those pathetic creatures we toyed with and tasted off on the hunt.  They are the lost ones of this city and will be ignored until the thirst overcomes them and then it doesn’t matter.  They are expendable and will be our foot soldiers as we hunt the Time Lord.  They will flush him out of hiding.”

“Brother of Mine is correct,” the young ginger girl stated. “The scent of time is strong here.  I can almost taste it,” she said licking her lips.

“I agree with Daughter of Mine,” Mother of Mine stated and inhaled, her lips parted revealing sharpened fangs.  “There is more than the Time Lord here.”

“A buffet?” the younger male vampire suggested, grinning wickedly.  “Perhaps the Time Lord was not alone?”

“A time traveling companion imbibed with artron energy,” the elder male vampire acknowledged.  “An appetizer perhaps, but let us not be distracted from our true quarry.  Our existence depends on the Time Lord.  It is only he that can provide us with true immortality.”

“Yes, Father of Mine,” the ginger-haired vampire acknowledged.  “But if we find the companion, the Time Lord won’t be far.”

The elder female vampire laughed.  “Brilliant, Daughter of Mine.  We will use the companion to bring the Time Lord to us.”

The two men who had been dragged in began to awaken.  The vampires looked at each other, grinning. “Mmmm a bedtime snack,” Daughter of mine said with a toothy grin as the two men looked the vampires, screamed, and tried to run out.  The vampires snarled, moving at a blurring speed, easily capturing the fleeing men.  They tossed their screaming victims from vampire to vampire as the blood thirsty creatures ripped at their throats and drank not only their blood but their life essence, finally tossing aside the bodies and settling down for the day to wait until sundown to continue their hunt for the Time Lord and the key to their continued existence and immortality.