Characters: Dark Alt Ten/Rose
Genre: Dark AU/Adventure/Romance in a dark way and Angst
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who
Summary: The Doctor and Rose are back on Earth fulfilling their duties as Protectors of the Earth as assigned to them by Time Lord Council. Enemies are emerging from the darkness intent on vengeance. The Doctor will not see it coming until it steals what he holds most precious.
A/N: Third in the Dark Ten Series. Follows Burn With Me and A Smouldering Storm Thanks to callistawolf who was just awesome and helped make this better! More hugs to certain awesome ladies who know who they are who put up with my whinging and especially Bittie752 who was my Eleven sounding board.There will be another story in this series eventually. Don't be deceived into thinking that how this story ends is what the next will be about. Nope. Next story will not take place directly after this one and the thing mentioned at the end of this story will not be the focus. The next plot surrounds the Corsair and the very great debt Rose and Dark!Ten owe him/her.Thanks for reading and all the lovely reviews!
Prior Chapters: One Two Three FourFive Six Seven Eight Nine Ten
The Doctor was silent as they entered the TARDIS. He was still reeling from finding Rose with his parallel self as well as their row over the issues that had been troubling them before things went to hell. Tension was thick between them as Rose followed him inside. He stood for a moment staring at the control console as he felt anger and annoyance flaring inside of him.
"Doctor," Rose said softly, feeling his tumultuous emotions through their telepathic link.
"I almost lost you," he stated with a hard tone. He looked up at her, his eyes dark and emotional. "If I hadn't come, you would have stayed with him."
"That's not true," Rose denied. "I mean, I don't deny that I love him. He's the Doctor that swept me away and helped make me who I am now and he is you, after all."
He glared at the console, his shoulders tense, anger and hurt still stewing just below the surface.
Rose took a step forward. "That wasn't my world anymore and it wasn't my home. My home is with you. I wanted to come home to you. He was my best shot to find that away home. Staying with him wasn't even a thought. 'Sides, he wasn't entirely pleased to see me at first and he was a little hurt because I…" She paused and looked off to the side.
The Doctor started the dematerialization sequence and began setting course for the other universe. "Because you chose me over him," he said, his tone still sharp, indicating he was still not happy.
"Yeah," Rose replied quietly.
He paused again, his hands gripping the console as if his life depended on it before pushing off and marching over to her with a fiery demeanor. "I. COULD. HAVE. LOST. YOU!" he shouted emphatically, looming over her and gripping her shoulders.
Rose felt so many emotions radiating from him, anger, fear, passion and love. "You didn't," she said, her voice emotional and breaking.
They stared at each other for a long time before he yanked her against him, and their lips crashed together hungrily. There was nothing soft about this. This was pure want, mixed with a lust that burned deep down. It was missing each other, I'm sorry, I love you, and forever all wrapped up in clashing teeth, and tangling and caressing tongues. It was passionate, raw and needy, with grinding hips and fingers tangled in hair. There was no thought, other than that they were together and never wanted to be apart again.
Rose reveled in the contact and moaned into his mouth as her hips rubbed against his, needing friction. It wasn't long before she roughly shoved his coat and jacket off and ripped his shirt open, buttons flying and plinking against the grating. She paused only to finish tugging off his shirt and tie and anything else in the way of her desire to touch and taste him. He was just as desperate, tearing her clothing off and tossing the torn remnants across the console room carelessly. He was focused on a particular spot on her neck, nipping, sucking, and marking her as his.
She backed him up, both of them bare chested, until he hit the edge of the console. She shoved him harder against it, until he bent backwards at the waist, as her hands tugged desperately at his trousers. She nipped and sucked along his jawline with her pebbled breasts grazing his chest causing heat to shoot through him. As she leaned further against his chest, she could feel the thudding of his two hearts giving her a feeling of power, that she was making him feel this way. He moaned and his hands dived downward, skimming her sides to unfasten her jeans, his hands slipping beneath and grabbing her arse with a not so gentle squeeze. They broke apart and struggled out of their jeans, trousers, trainers and boots. When Rose looked at him, she was predatory. He was hers and she'd missed him. A dark smirk lit his face, as if he was daring her to attack. She slammed him against the console, practically pouncing on him. He was taller and stronger than her, but he liked her aggression, that she wanted to claim him like this and he yielded to her. As she pushed him back against the console, he winced as a switch gouged into his back and he shifted, pulling her with him so that he was hitched up a bit on the console. Rose clawed her nails into his shoulder as he moved. She was going to enjoy this. Her intent was clear. She wanted him right here, right now on this console.
She straddled him, pinning him to the console. Her hands gripped the control panel near the time rotor with her knees pressed against some controls, which she hoped wouldn't explode them. She had wicked plans for him that involved more than dying in an orgasmic apocalypse. His breath quickened and he gasped and growled her name as his hands firmly grasped her hips. He was clearly aroused and his eyes bore into hers as she enjoyed being in control. Rose shifted and reached down with one hand to stroke his hard length and aligned them so he hit her just so. She continued to caress him as she arched her back in pleasure, biting her lip and almost purring at how good it felt to have him rub against her clit.
She shifted and rocked so he slid through her slick folds, closer to where she really wanted him. He squeezed her hips hard enough to bruise and cursed in several alien languages, accusing her of being a tease, but not making any motions to take control. Rose had a wolfish smile on her lips and bent forward to snog him deeply, skimming her hand across his chest until she gripped his hair as her tongue thrust roughly into his mouth. He kissed her back just as aggressively, and shuddered as he felt her moving against him, breasts just grazing him and the cool metal of her pendant dropped against his chest. The metal soon warmed, as an affirmation of the heat between them building, of the anger and uncertainty melting away into the passion and love that bound them.
Rose pulled back from the kiss, tugging on his bottom lip before releasing it with just a bit more of nip than necessary, before she shifted and positioned him at her entrance.
"Tell me…" she started say and shuddered as she felt him trying to thrust upward into her, his lean body was taught, making her want to just shag him hard, but that wasn't enough. She needed more. "Tell me you believe in me, that you want me, who I am now, and that you trust me."
He was on fire with desire for her, and not just to thrust into her and surround himself with her wet heat. He wanted all of her, to wrap his mind into and around hers and feel their timelines flare and vibrate with life and the life they would have together. "I want you," he growled out and gripped her hips tighter. "Want you with me forever. No one I trust more than you! I want my Impossible Rose. Human or not, you are mine!"
Rose shivered at his possessiveness. It wasn't about him controlling her. This was about want, need, and love, emotions so fierce he would conquer the Void itself just for her, just as she had once upon a time, oh so long ago. It may not have been this exact him, but perhaps this was the right him this Rose was meant for. "Doctor," she moaned emotionally and raked her nails down his chest until she reached his erection. She grasped him firmly, her fingers teasing him as she hovered over him, just grazing his tip with her throbbing entrance.
With a growl of frustration, wanting badly to merge with her, he sent his mind crashing into hers, sharing his loss and fear and determination to get her back. It was overwhelming, the intensity of his love for her. Tears pooled in her eyes and she showed him her utter devastation at the thought of losing him or not being enough for him. In that moment, they bridged a gap between them. Promises were made and doubts and fears were conquered as she slid him inside of her.
She called out as she felt him hard and thick within her, and began rocking her hips, gripping the console hard as she moved. He grunted, his fingers biting into her side, holding her against him as his body shifted on the console, now not caring what control was poking him in the side as he arched up to meet her. She rode him hard, her skin slick with sweat and slapping against his, feeling him hit just the right spot inside of her as she rocked back and forth on him. She was so close and she heard him let loose several curses and shifted up to get better traction. The TARDIS was careening through the Void, but neither of them could care. They were so focused on each other and the heat between them, the thrusting, grunting, and release that was oh, so close. Rose bit her lip and moved faster, trying to pull him into her deeper, and soon her walls began to flutter. She felt the Doctor shout "Mine" into her mind just has she came hard, screaming his name and gripping the console so hard, she thought it might crack. As she shuddered on top of him, she swore time itself shot through them. He soon followed her, bucking into her wetness and lifting off the console in one mighty thrust upward, grunting out a "yes!"
As they both came down from their orgasms, the TARDIS violently shifted, throwing them off the console and onto the grating in a tangle of limbs, this time with the Doctor on top.
"Ouch," Rose commented and looked up into the very satisfied and smirking face of her Doctor.
He leaned down and laid a gentle kiss on her forehead and then rested his forehead against hers, basking in the joy of having her back with him and in his mind. In the middle of the cuddles that followed, they heard a voice call out.
"Ya know, I've seen console sex before, but never quite like that! Not that I haven't tried a few variations myself in my younger days, but you two! Shagging your way across the Void!"
"Corsair!" the Doctor shouted and looked over to where a holographic image of the Corsair appeared to be leaning against a coral strut, drinking from a golden goblet and watching them.
"Hey, I had to make sure you were alright. Your TARDIS was coming through a bit wonky. It's not my fault you two were so busy, gettin' reacquainted" the Corsair said with a lascivious look, "that you couldn't pay attention to navigation or the fact that I've been here, worried 'bout was what goin' on in there."
The Doctor scowled and, after turning a delightful shade of pink, Rose grinned and looked over the Doctor's shoulder at the Corsair.
"Hi Corsair, um how are things?" she asked with a slight giggle.
The Corsair's blue eyes sparkled in amusement. "Oh, you know, save the universe, help this old cranky scalawag rescue his damsel, piss off some stuffy Time Lords. Same old, same old."
Rose grinned. "Well, thanks for keeping an eye on this lump, and…whatever else you did for him. I'm sure there's a lot more to this story. It's just been a little…"
The Corsair's smile fell a little. "Yeah, it has." Then he smiled brilliantly at her. "Now it's done, so it's time to celebrate! So get your arses up and clothed, and let's get this thing sealed up and go celebrate!" He then paused. "Course if you prefer naked, it's all good with me!" He then winked at her.
"Corsair!" the Doctor chastised. "Maybe you should go focus on the rift, and I'll be with you in a moment."
"Oh, I don't mind waiting. It's not like the view isn't…" He paused and cocked his head to check out the Doctor's arse. "Ya know, hard on the eyes."
The Doctor looked over at him, trying to cover Rose's nakedness with his own and shot the Corsair a dark look. "Out! Or do I have to have to disengage the holographic comm function?"
The Corsair sipped his drink and looked at them mischievously. "Now, don't get all stroppy! Not my fault you can't keep your hands off of her. Look, we have to sort this bloody thing before Romana sends over the pompous patrol. So stop the snoggin' and get your arse in gear." He turned to Rose and with a more flirtatious tone said, "Keep an eye on him for me, Flower. He's rubbish without supervision. See ya at the Black Balhoon after we have this sorted." With a wink, his image vanished.
The Doctor muttered a few curses under his breath as he helped Rose up, and went in search of his trousers. Rose did the same, but stole his dress shirt since he'd destroyed her own top. She watched him make his way around the console, tug at his hair, curse some more, and keep going. She took a minute, just to appreciate being home and sending thoughts of thanks to the TARDIS. She ran her hand along a coral strut before the Doctor barked an order at her to help him.
As she worked with him, she shot him a few looks as she began wondering about his family. He'd not really shared with her what happened to them. "Doctor, what happened to…"
"Not now, Rose," he answered in a clipped tone.
Rose wasn't going to put up with that. His family had attacked them and Earth, not to mention throwing her into the Void. She couldn't just stand by and not be informed, or allow him to keep her in the dark as he had been on Earth; and demanding she just follow him without question. She wasn't going to lose him again or have any other misunderstandings with him. "Doctor, I have to know."
"I said, not now!" he shouted angrily. "I have to get this rift closed before anything else comes through!"
She could feel the tension radiating off him and knew she couldn't push him now. Sometimes with this Doctor, it was better to let him wait and stew things over. Rose wasn't happy, but let it go for now. She worked in silence with him until it was done and he let out a sigh. He input a course and soon they were on their way to meet up with the Corsair at the Black Balhoon.
Rose crossed her arms and looked at him expectantly. He stared back and shifted. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Tough," Rose responded and walked over to him. Her hand found his and squeezed. She looked into his eyes and could see he wasn't just being a stubborn git this time. He was suffering. That's when she knew that whatever had happened was bad. She pulled him down the corridor into their room and continued on until they reached the shower. They each undressed and stepped under multiple jets of water pounding down on them.
There, in the cobalt blue titled shower, he started to shake with anguish and fell to his knees. Rose knelt down and pulled him into her arms and held him as he confessed what had happened on Earth after she was thrown into the Void. Rose shut her eyes tight and continued to hold him. It was as though he'd lost them all over again, only this time, he'd had to watch. These people who had once been his family had done unspeakable things, and he had been helpless to stop them.
Rose's own feelings were mixed. She was hurting for him having to suffer through what his family had become and for watching his wife die, but part of her was relieved that the Corsair had dealt with them. She wasn't foolish and she knew what the Corsair must have had to do. He was more than a good friend. Rose felt a debt of gratitude to the Corsair, and one day she would repay it. He had saved her Doctor from having to do the unthinkable to his own family. She would never have wanted him burdened with that. She rubbed his back and held him as the warm water washed away his grief and maybe even some of her own concerns about living in the shadow of his family.
When he pulled back, he gazed at her as if she was the most precious thing in the universe. "Forgive me?" he finally asked.
"There's nothing to forgive," Rose answered.
"Yes, there is," he said firmly. "I made you feel like less than my amazing, Impossible Rose. I should have seen that. Rose, I just wanted to keep you safe, for my people to see you as one of them and for you to feel a part of Gallifrey."
Rose felt her emotions bubble up. "I'll never be Gallifreyan enough for you," she finally confessed tearfully.
He cupped her face and kissed her gently, pulling back to gaze into her eyes. "I don't need, or want, a Gallifreyan lady. I need you, my Impossible Rose, just as you are."
What followed was tender love making, perhaps the most tender they had ever been with each other. They lay on the gently heated tile floor as their limbs tangled and they took their time, kissing each other deeply, savoring the taste of each other, of every swipe of their tongues and each caress of supple lips. They traced droplets of water across each other's bodies with their tongues. Their hands glided over each other, as if rediscovering each subtle reaction and everything that made the other gasp. The Doctor was determined show Rose how much he loved her, for just being her. He licked his way down her body and nestled between her thighs, his tongue gliding and swirling along her folds, nipping at that sweet bundle of nerves that had her calling out his name as she arched off the floor. His fingers plunged inside of her and he swirled them, eliciting delightful mewls and gasps while his tongue flicked at her in a sensuous rhythm. Just as he felt her inner walls begin to flutter, he paused and angled himself at her entrance, hooking her legs around him as he looked into her heavily lidded eyes.
"My Doctor," she said in a passion hoarse voice.
He inhaled deeply as drops of water fell from his hair and trailed down his body, his eyes closed as he focused on her. When he opened his eyes, they sparked golden, as did hers. Time looped around them and through them, it was hot and cold all at the same time as it pulled and pushed them together. He slid home into her, and her legs tightened around him. He slid in and out of her in slow, methodical movements, enjoying the feel of her and how she filled his mind as he filled her body. Heat built between them as he plunged into her, and her hips met each thrust.
Rose sent encouragement into his mind for him to increase the pace. She wanted and needed more. His talented fingers danced down between them and circled her clit, causing her to rake her nails down his back and dig her heels into him. "Doctor! Please!" she panted. He pinched her clit and drove into her, just as he sent his lust and passion along their bond, causing both of them to convulse with pleasure. He collapsed on top of her and rolled them onto their sides.
Rose looked over at him and smiled languidly. He pulled her into his arms and held her tightly to his chest. No words were spoken and they didn't need to be. This was them and they understood now. They loved each other deeply, passionately, and sometimes with great shouting rows or acts of sacrifice and bravery. They would fiercely protect one another and be each other's soft place to fall. The universe would learn it was bad idea to threaten them and that any whoever tried to separate them would soon meet an unpleasant end.
They ended up meeting the Corsair on Cristest Four. He pretended to be annoyed, noting how unbecoming it was for a Time Lord to be so tardy, and especially to a celebration of lovers reunited and a universe saved.
Rose smiled and gave the Corsair her best tongue teasing smile. "Sorry, Corsair, you know how it goes. Things got in the way."
The Corsair laughed. "Things? More like a certain Time Lord's…."
"That's enough," the Doctor interrupted and he ordered them a round of drinks which arrived quite quickly.
"To the Corsair, friendship, and love," Rose toasted, then she leaned over and kissed her Doctor.
"Here, here!" the Corsair answered and sipped his drink. "May the two of you continue to watch each other's arses and try not to blow up the universe!" he toasted.
The Doctor rolled his eyes and sipped. "May we all avoid being thrown in the gaol, cheeky tattoo artists, and stuffy Gallifreyan Council members!"
Rose looked over at him, focusing on his arm with the pink heart she'd had tattooed on him the last time they'd been out carousing with the Corsair, and burst into giggles before sipping her drink. The Doctor arched a brow and then winked.
"Oh, come on! Escaping from the dungeon or lock up is half the fun!" The Corsair then ordered another round and turned to the Doctor. "So, you gonna tell me what favor you owe Romana for lettin' us play fast and loose with that rift?"
Rose turned to the Doctor concerned and reached for his hand. "Doctor?" she said softly.
The Doctor looked at his drink. "It's nothing."
The Corsair narrowed his eyes. "No favor owed to the President of Gallifrey is nothing. Spill."
"Doctor, please tell me," Rose asked, now very nervous. She didn't trust the Time Lord Council, even if Romana had helped them once before. That meant nothing.
The Doctor fidgeted and looked around not wanting to answer. After Rose and the Corsair continued to stare at him expectantly, he gave in. He looked at the table for a moment before speaking. "Well, a lot of Time Lords died and the Council sort of holds me responsible." He looked up at the Corsair. "Which is completely unjust! Like I had any say in what happened. It was their fault for not…"
"Doctor!" Rose cut in. "Just tell us! What did you agree to?"
The Doctor tugged at his ear and looked up at the ceiling. "Well, I maybe agreed to… sortarepopulatemyhouse," he said quickly, lumping the words together.
The Corsair spit out his drink. "You what?" he shouted.
Rose was looking at the Doctor, confused, before it sank in. "Wait a minute! Did you just say you agreed to repopulate your house as in… you know, start a family?" she asked, her voice pitched high at the end.
The Doctor turned to her. "It's not as bad as you think! I mean, granted a house on Gallifrey is usually about fifty or more members…"
"Not as bad as I think! Fifty or more!" Rose screeched at him. "You're suggesting that we pop out a bunch of kids!"
"What? No, no, no! Nothing so primitive as you're suggesting! Really, Rose, that's disgusting! This is Gallifrey, not some undeveloped, back water planet!" he retorted, looking offended.
The Corsair grinned. "Naw, he's right Rose. He's not gonna knock you up repeatedly or induce multiple births although, it could be fun working all that out," the Corsair teased.
"Corsair!" the Doctor sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Well, what do you mean then, Doctor?" she demanded, perturbed.
"Oh, you know, we just loom a few offspring. Easy peasy, lemon squeezey," he said, snapping his fingers.
Rose's mouth gaped. She sort of knew the concept of a loom, but was still wrapping her brain around this idea of what that meant for her.
The Doctor rolled his eyes at her expression. "We take genetic samples and manipulate them to loom offspring and then BAM!" he said slapping his hand on the table. "Instant progeny! And we can have them loomed to whatever age we want. Spend a bit of time with them, get them, you know, started and interesting, and then send them off to the stodgy academy to become good little Time Lords and Ladies."
"Have you lost it?!" Rose finally shouted at him.
"What?" he retorted. "It's no big deal! Honestly, Rose, you're blowing this out of proportion."
The Corsair whistled and took a sip of his drink. "Good luck to ya, Doctor, I think you're gonna need it. Offspring... of all the things you could get hit with!"
"You are so gonna get it," Rose promised, glaring at him. "And don't think you're pushing this all off on me while you go gallivanting off across the universe, having fun."
"Well, I…I mean, of course not and we can just…you know, make it work," he said softly, grabbing a drink off a server's tray as if his life depended on it.
"And you wanna just send off our whatevers to some stuffy Time Lord academy? To become like that lot?" she asked with a hint of anger in her voice.
The Corsair grinned and watched the oncoming domestic brawl brew between them. Life was never dull around the Doctor and Rose, and the Corsair was enjoying it. Of course, before things could escalate between the couple, a rather unhappy pirate burst into the bar and accused the Doctor of blowing up his brother's ship. After a shouting match and the Oncoming Storm being unleashed over accusations of dealing in stolen Time Lord technology, insults being hurled and weapons drawn, the bar erupted into a brawl of epic proportions. And thus, the matter of looming, offspring and rebuilding the Doctor's house was put off for another day whilst the trio fought drunken bar patrons, pirates, consumed a few bottles of alien whiskey, and ended up dragged off to jail where they happily passed out together. All in all, it was a happy end to an emotional roller coaster of an adventure.