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A/N: Smutty McSmut Smut with a side-helping of smut. You may not want to read this at work. And sorry for the delay. JeopardyFriendly made me add the first 1500 words to the chapter, saying Rose would not ignore Pete and Jackie that long just for more sex. Of course, as always, she was right. She's annoying that way. Know it all beta. *grins* Love you Victoria and don't know what I'd do without you!

Turnabout

“I really ought to go check on your father and Davin,” the Doctor said reluctantly.

“But…I wanted to…well turnabout is fair play,” Rose told him.

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“I don’t want control,” she said. “I have no intention of tying you up. I want you to stay still, on your own, just for me,” she said softly. “An exercise in self-restraint while I pleasure you. Tying you up would make it too easy for you.” And she flared heat throughout his nervous system with a shimmer of golden sparks. He gasped as the erotic effect went straight to his groin.

“Rose!” he protested. “Do not give me an erection right before I have to see your mother!”

Rose laughed at him. “You’re going to have to take a shower before you go to the infirmary anyway,” she told him. “You reek of sex and she’ll know you’ve been shagging the life out of me.”

He pulled her body even more tightly into him and she could feel the effect of herself on him. She reached between them and stroked his penis. “Devil woman. Stop it!” She pouted but withdrew her hand, got up and started searching for her clothes. The Doctor had great difficulty tucking himself back into his jeans and he kept shooting little glares in her direction as they dressed. She stuck her tongue out at him; then as she pulled it back she licked her lips.

“Evil minx,” he told her. She giggled. The TARDIS coughed politely in their heads and caused the door to reappear in the library wall. The Doctor moved to it and poked his head outside just in time to see Mickey staring at the door in consternation.

“Knew the library was around here somewhere,” he said. “Rose in there?” he asked.

“Yeah,” said the Doctor abruptly.

“Tell her that her mum is looking for her. And if she smells anything like you, the two of you best shower before you go anywhere near her or she’ll thump you one for being rude and having sex while Pete hangs at death’s door,” Mickey said with a grin.

The Doctor glared at him. “I’ll be checking on him and Davin in a few minutes. And Pete’s not at death’s door.”

“Maybe not, but she thinks you’ve had well and enough time to get those creatures off Rose and she’d like an update on what all the beeping noises and glowing little lights mean,” Mickey said.

“Thank you, Mickey,” Rose said appearing at the doorway, the buttons on her blouse off by one and her hair completely disheveled.

Mickey smirked but didn’t comment on her appearance. Then he glanced at the Doctor again and his expression sobered. “When you make your rounds, do you think you could check on Suzie? She’s feeling a bit off.”

“Of course,” the Doctor said. They parted ways, Rose and the Doctor heading to their bedroom and Mickey going to let Jackie know it wouldn’t be long. The pair showered quickly, for once both behaving themselves despite sharing the stall.

Rose went with the Doctor to check on her step-dad. “About time you two showed up,” Jackie said when they ducked into the infirmary.

“It took longer than we expected to get the Lurvins off of Rose,” the Doctor said. “They were hard to convince to let go of her.”

“Somehow I think it was you who was hard to convince to let go of her,” Jackie muttered, eying the way that Rose was tucked under his arm and had her arm wrapped tightly about his waist. “But I don’t wanna let go of him,” she continued jabbing a thumb in Pete’s direction. “So I need to know how he’s doing, if he’s gonna be okay.”

“I told you, Jackie, he’s going to be just fine,” the Doctor said somewhat impatiently. Rose pinched him disapprovingly and he had to stifle a yelp. “It’s going to take time, that’s all,” he said in a more compassionate voice.

The wall monitor beeped and very slowly the machine that Pete was inside began to exude the flat exam table he was laying on. He was pale and his skin had that just healed angry pink look to it in places but the improvement from how he’d looked when he’d gone in was astounding. “Pete?” said Jackie. “Pete?”

“He’s still under the anesthetic, Jackie,” the Doctor said. The Doctor washed his hands, pulled on a pair of latex gloves and picked up a vial. Carefully he loaded a syringe and injected it into Pete’s IV, then repeated the process with a second vial and syringe.

“What were those?” Jackie asked as the Doctor checked Pete’s vitals.

“The first was a painkiller. He’s not completely healed, as I said. The other was to reverse the effects of the anesthetic. He should wake in a half an hour. Then we’ll move him into the nutrient bath,” the Doctor said.

“Do you need to use the loo?” Rose asked her. “It’s just through those doors.”

“You won’t leave him alone?” Jackie asked.

“Of course not,” said Rose. Jackie hurried into the little room and then returned a moment later. “You want me to bring you something to eat?" She checked the time counter on the wall. “It’s been several hours.”

“Yeah, I could murder some of that Thai food Suzie made last night.”

“I’ll bring you some.”

Rose hurried to the kitchen to warm up some leftovers for her mum while the Doctor moved to the computer and began reading through the analysis. “He’s really going to be okay? You’re not just holding back to keep Rose from worrying?”

“I don’t keep things from Rose,” he said simply. He pushed the chair back from the computer and swiveled to look at her. “I know you’re worried about him and that’s to be expected, but according to this,” and he gestured at the monitor, “he’ll make a full recovery.”

Jackie glanced at the screen but the random looking circles might as well have been random looking circles. “What’s that then?” she asked him.

“My native language,” he said.

“Looks pretty,” she said.

“It is.” He spoke a series of fluid, melodic syllables and tears came into Jackie’s eyes at the loveliness of the sound.

“What’d you say?” she asked.

“Roughly translated I said, ‘Do not worry so, mother of my hearts’ greatest joy. I will not let your love be taken from you this soon.’”

Jackie flung herself into his arms and after a moment’s hesitation he hugged her back. “You love my Rose.”

“Yes.” The gravity in that one word was enough to hold a world together.

“Is this something I need to be worrying about?” Rose asked dryly as she reentered the infirmary with a tray of food. “You’re not going to snog him again, are you?”

Jackie pushed away from the Doctor with a laugh. “No,” she said. “No. Oh, that looks grand, Rose, and it smells even better.” Rose set the food down on a little table and Jackie snagged the computer chair.

“Pete should be awake in another twenty minutes. I need to go check on Davin and look in on Suzie and then I’ll be back. If he wakes any sooner put your hand on the wall and ask the TARDIS to alert me,” the Doctor instructed.

“She’ll understand me?”

“Oh, she understands you very well, Jackie Tyler. She likes you,” the Doctor said.

“She does?”

“Kindred spirits, you two,” he said a bit darkly.

“Can I understand her?” Jackie said.

“No,” said Rose. “You’re not telepathic at all. But she could guide you with noises or lights if necessary, certainly get a negative or positive opinion across to you. She’s much more…vocal than the other TARDIS was. She’s a more advanced model with a better user interface.”

“You sound like him,” Jackie muttered.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Rose said. She leaned down and dropped a kiss on her mum’s cheek. “We’ll be back in a few.”

Davin was resting easily and though very tired from the psychic drain of the Lurvins detaching he was recovering. Rose brought him a plate of food while the Doctor checked his vitals and left him with the instructions to stay in bed until morning and then he should be fine. A quick check on Suzie revealed that the sudden cramping she’d been feeling was simply a pinched nerve in her lower back and with a bit of Denebian acupressure the Doctor had immediately relieved the pain.

They stopped by the wardrobe room to find swim togs for Jackie and Pete to use in the nutrient bath and then returned to the infirmary. Pete was just waking up and was aware enough to let Jackie help him to the loo and then into the trunks. Rose and the Doctor settled them into the bath, Jackie first and then Pete leaning against her so that she could keep his head above the surface of the thick healing liquid if he drifted off to sleep.

“Again, you can reach the wall and alert us if you need help for anything,” the Doctor said. “But it's best if he stay in here uninterrupted for at least three hours. Four would be better.”

“How are the twins?”

“Sleeping,” said Rose.

“Good.” She sighed. “See you in a few hours then.”

The Doctor and Rose went to the kitchen and ate a quick, light snack. A real meal was going to have to wait. With a bright, eager look on her face Rose led the Doctor back to their bedroom and asked the TARDIS to take away the bedroom door. Then she turned back to her husband and said, “Naked would be good.”

With a grin the Doctor slowly began to remove his clothing. Rose just stood there watching him as each garment was taken off and stacked upon a chair. He had a thing about not throwing his clothes on the floor, what had happened earlier that day in the library notwithstanding. Many things had to be just so. Bit of a control freak, him. He narrowed his eyes. She was really going to enjoy this.

“What about you?” he asked her when he stood before her completely bare and somewhat preening as her eyes trailed their way down his form, lingering at his penis standing tall and proud. She tilted her head.

“Turn around,” she said quietly.

He pouted a bit but turned so he was facing away from her. She took off her own clothing making as much noise as she possibly could with the zipper and the fabric, the little minx. She tossed things about the room deliberately then aimed her bra so that it came over his shoulder and landed on his feet. She knew it would drive him crazy for her to make the mess. She was normally quite thoughtful about not doing such things.

He stood there for as long as he could then made to pick up the clothing. “Please don’t move unless I tell you to move,” she told him gently, careful not to make it an order. She got down on her knees behind him and kissed the back of his left calf, her lips caressing the muscle lightly before her tongue shot out and swirled against his skin. His body jerked at the contact. Ever so slowly she worked her way upwards, lingering for a full minute on the back of his knee.

He shifted a bit as she worked at the ticklish spot but did not pull away. From there she kissed her way up the back of his thigh. She nipped lightly at the spot where his buttock joined the top of his thigh and he was suddenly hissing as she layered kisses across the strong muscle, then across to the other side and back down again. Eventually she made it back up to the small of his back and her hands reached around, each one sliding across the smooth muscles of his upper thighs, her fingers just coming to rest at the edges of the little patch of hair.

His penis hardened fully and it was a battle not to turn slightly, make her hands touch him as they stroked lightly at the join of thigh and pelvis. He wanted those small, hot, still mostly human hands wrapping about him, one hand encasing his shaft and sliding wickedly up and down, the other cradling the heavy sack of his balls. Rose was determined to do anything but that it seemed as she continued to fiddle with the patch of curling hair.

When her hands moved away and slid onto his stomach he let out a frustrated sound of disappointment. She rose behind him, kissing her way up his back and then molding her body to the shape of his, her arms reaching up to stroke his chest, to hold onto his pectoral muscles, to rub her palms across his nipples. She played at the little nubs bringing them to full arousal.

Suddenly she let go of him and he whispered, “Rose,” in protest. But she was coming around to the front of him then and his eyes darkened as he saw her beautiful bare body. He reached for her and she shook her head no, dancing back just out of his range. With a sigh he dropped his hands, fisting them tightly to remind himself not to reach for her again.

She stepped up to him then and turned his body, pushing him forward. “Lay down,” she said. He tried to turn but she wouldn’t let him. “On your stomach.”

He glanced downwards at his raging erection. “Rose, I’m not sure I can.”

She gave him another push forward. “Try,” she said.

With a sigh he gave in and settled himself rather uncomfortably face down on the bed. She straddled him just below his bum, reaching forward and squeezing the tempting mounds of well-muscled flesh, sighing out the words, "You have such a lovely arse," before pushing up the length of his back with the heels of her hands. She leaned over him then so that only the tips of her nipples brushed against his skin. She used her breasts like tandem paintbrushes, drawing designs on his back until he thought he was going to go mad from the sensation.

“Rose,” he finally muttered when he could stand it no more. “Rose, let me…oooh.” He groaned as her tongue began moving against his back and her legs straightened out until she was lying on top of him and slowly easing her way down the length of his body with nips and kisses and caresses.

On the way back up she scratched her nails lightly against his flesh and he could feel the sensation of Rose’s little golden sparks creeping along his skin. When she reached his neck she stretched herself out again and bit into the muscle of his shoulder the way he so often liked to do to her when they made love and at the same time sent a concentrated shower of sparks directly to his pelvis. He bucked upwards so hard he threw her off him, fortunately onto the bed and not onto the floor.

“Sorry,” he managed breathlessly. But he wasn’t, not really. He turned over and pulled her to him.

“Doctor, you’re supposed to exercise self-control,” Rose said.

“Then you should have left me with some,” he growled at her. “That last little trick,” and he rolled her beneath him parting her thighs with his knees, “Rose Tyler,” he kissed her neck, “was my,” he thrust himself forcefully into her body and ground out the word, “undoing.”

Rose’s eyes widened in shock and he realized he hadn’t thought to control his size in his tormented state of arousal. She bit at her lip in concentration and he waited for a moment before whispering. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head no but her eyes were somewhat glazed. “Rose?” he asked again, worried.

“Gimme…minute,” she managed to say.

“Rose, I can make it smaller.” In fact he was so worried that he’d hurt her it might make itself smaller.

She shook her head no, panting just a bit. “Want…to try.” She took a deep breath. “Slow,” she said. “Just…take me…slow.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” she said still somewhat out of breath. “For you. Try.” Ever so slowly she raised her hips and he groaned and began to move.

The pace he set was languid. His eyes never left her face as he searched it for any signs of pain as he withdrew and then carefully pushed back inside her waiting warmth. The fit was so tight, so incredibly tight and hot as her walls clung to him, and not having to concentrate on keeping himself from expanding opened up a whole new level of sensation to his body and his mind.

He moaned as she opened her mind to him, let him know that he wasn’t hurting her, that it was okay to move just a little bit faster. Shallow movements became deeper and every step along the way she encouraged him as her body became more and more used to the new feeling of fullness.

Her body was producing copious amounts of fluid, easing the process as he continued his slow rhythm of plunge and pull back. When he saw the little golden glow begin to emerge from her body he almost panicked, so desperate at the idea of how they might make him react, but Rose had them firmly under control, simply causing a tingling throughout both of their bodies instead of focusing it specifically on where their bodies connected.

Again she urged him to increase his pace and when he searched her mind he found that her body had fully adapted to him. With that he began to let himself go, thrusting more forcefully into her. She let out little whimpers of pleasure and her fingers clutched at his back, her fingernails digging in as he drove into her.

He felt her surprise as her orgasm tore through her without warning and the tight, almost painful contractions of her body around him ripped his through his entire being, his icy seed racing out to drench her insides and he realized in shock that two of his testicles had fired in one go. Rose screamed, unable to control herself and the Doctor’s own shout nearly drowned hers out. Sparks shot off their bodies, driving them to even higher heights and for a moment it felt like they were floating above the surface of the bed.

Colors lit the room around him, blinding him for several long seconds as a rush of wind filled his head. Shot after shot fired from his body and he shook violently within her. And when at last he was finished and back to reality Rose was still contracting around him.

When she came down she was crying and saying his name over and over again.

“Doctor. Doctor. My Doctor.”

“Rose?”

“Was good. So good. I love you, I love you, I love you,” she told him fiercely holding him tight to her.

“I love you,” he told her.

“What…what…just happened?” she asked him.

“I don’t know,” he said. “But when you’ve rested, can we do that again?”

Ch. 20: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/117930.html

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“I really ought to go check on your father and Davin,” the Doctor said reluctantly.

“But…I wanted to…well turnabout is fair play,” Rose told him.

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“Rose!” he protested. “Do not give me an erection right before I have to see your mother!”

“Knew the library was around here somewhere,” he said. “Rose in there?” he asked.

“Yeah,” said the Doctor abruptly.

The Doctor glared at him. “I’ll be checking on him and Davin in a few minutes. And Pete’s not at death’s door.”

“Thank you, Mickey,” Rose said appearing at the doorway, the buttons on her blouse off by one and her hair completely disheveled.

Rose went with the Doctor to check on her step-dad. “About time you two showed up,” Jackie said when they ducked into the infirmary.

“It took longer than we expected to get the Lurvins off of Rose,” the Doctor said. “They were hard to convince to let go of her.”

“What were those?” Jackie asked as the Doctor checked Pete’s vitals.

“Do you need to use the loo?” Rose asked her. “It’s just through those doors.”

“You won’t leave him alone?” Jackie asked.

“Yeah, I could murder some of that Thai food Suzie made last night.”

“I’ll bring you some.”

Jackie glanced at the screen but the random looking circles might as well have been random looking circles. “What’s that then?” she asked him.

“My native language,” he said.

“Looks pretty,” she said.

“It is.” He spoke a series of fluid, melodic syllables and tears came into Jackie’s eyes at the loveliness of the sound.

“What’d you say?” she asked.

“Roughly translated I said, ‘Do not worry so, mother of my hearts’ greatest joy. I will not let your love be taken from you this soon.’”

Jackie flung herself into his arms and after a moment’s hesitation he hugged her back. “You love my Rose.”

“Yes.” The gravity in that one word was enough to hold a world together.

“Is this something I need to be worrying about?” Rose asked dryly as she reentered the infirmary with a tray of food. “You’re not going to snog him again, are you?”

“She’ll understand me?”

“Oh, she understands you very well, Jackie Tyler. She likes you,” the Doctor said.

“She does?”

“Kindred spirits, you two,” he said a bit darkly.

“Can I understand her?” Jackie said.

“You sound like him,” Jackie muttered.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Rose said. She leaned down and dropped a kiss on her mum’s cheek. “We’ll be back in a few.”

“Again, you can reach the wall and alert us if you need help for anything,” the Doctor said. “But it's best if he stay in here uninterrupted for at least three hours. Four would be better.”

“How are the twins?”

“Sleeping,” said Rose.

“Good.” She sighed. “See you in a few hours then.”

“Turn around,” she said quietly.

She stepped up to him then and turned his body, pushing him forward. “Lay down,” she said. He tried to turn but she wouldn’t let him. “On your stomach.”

He glanced downwards at his raging erection. “Rose, I’m not sure I can.”

She gave him another push forward. “Try,” she said.

“Sorry,” he managed breathlessly. But he wasn’t, not really. He turned over and pulled her to him.

“Doctor, you’re supposed to exercise self-control,” Rose said.

She shook her head no but her eyes were somewhat glazed. “Rose?” he asked again, worried.

“Gimme…minute,” she managed to say.

“Rose, I can make it smaller.” In fact he was so worried that he’d hurt her it might make itself smaller.

She shook her head no, panting just a bit. “Want…to try.” She took a deep breath. “Slow,” she said. “Just…take me…slow.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” she said still somewhat out of breath. “For you. Try.” Ever so slowly she raised her hips and he groaned and began to move.

When she came down she was crying and saying his name over and over again.

“Doctor. Doctor. My Doctor.”

“Rose?”

“Was good. So good. I love you, I love you, I love you,” she told him fiercely holding him tight to her.

“I love you,” he told her.

“What…what…just happened?” she asked him.

“I don’t know,” he said. “But when you’ve rested, can we do that again?”

Ch. 20: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/117930.html

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A/N: This chapter is not work friendly people. It's an NC-17 rating. Thanks to JeopardyFriendly as usual for the fast and efficient beta and special thanks to amyo67 for holding my hand when I freaked out about posting this and reassuring me that I was panicking over nothing.

Restraint

“About time,” Rose groused when the Doctor finally appeared in the library doorway with a bottle of water and the glass tank he’d put Davin’s Lurvins into. The Doctor didn’t reply, went straight to her and reached for her temples, quickly removing the blocks he’d put in her brain. His presence sprang back into her mind and they both sighed in tremendous relief, the Doctor’s whole body shaking for a moment, at the resumed contact. A tension she didn’t realize she’d had left her body and her thought process began to sort itself out into a more rational one. She hadn’t realized how badly not having an active link to him had made her feel.

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Rescued

When they reached the final cross junction of the ventilation shafts Jake wiggled down one side to allow the Doctor past him, before following in his wake. It wasn’t much further until they arrived at the grating of the room Pete Tyler was being held in. The Doctor peered through the grid and saw the battered man lying on the cot below. There was no one else in the room. He set to work with his sonic screwdriver and began unfastening the panel before him.

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“Rescue mission,” said the Doctor gruffly. “We’ll have you out of there shortly.” Pete looked like he hardly dared to believe it as he rose unsteadily from the cot. The man was obviously weak but still able to move under his own power.

The Doctor made short work of the screws and pulled the grate inward, setting it against the side wall of the duct. The Doctor and Jake both scrambled through the opening and down into the room below, stretching muscles made cramped by the long crawl.

“I can’t tell you how good it is to see you, Jake,” Pete said. “And you are?”

“I’m the Doctor,” he said.

Pete frowned, puzzled. “You don’t look like him.”

“Different incarnation. Different lot of things really. But I am the Doctor.”

“Does Rose know you’re here?” Pete asked, father first.

“Yeah,” said the Doctor with a grin that nearly split his face. Pete couldn’t help smiling in return even though it made him wince as it pulled across his bruised jaw. “Do you think you can crawl through a mile of ductwork?”

“I’ll manage,” said Pete. Jake went first to lead the way back, and then helped pull Pete up while the Doctor boosted him from behind. Next he grabbed hold of the edges of the opening and pulled himself up and through, turning about in the shaft and refastening the grate. They began the long crawl back towards the TARDIS.

Pete was shaking by the time they emerged from the ventilation shaft and the Doctor, after checking his ribs for injuries, hoisted the man up over his shoulder and carried him the same way he’d done for Rose just a few weeks earlier as they’d left the Valley of the Drayguins. Minus the admonishing slap on the bum to make Rose hush, of course.

Jake sent a subvocal message to Davin to let Rose and him know that they’d gotten Pete safely into the TARDIS. The Doctor took Pete straight to the infirmary and laid him down on the exam table, trying not to think about how he had had sex with the man’s daughter on that very bed not too long ago. He got to work scanning Pete for injuries while Jake went off to tell Jackie that the rescue had been a success.

He administered a painkiller and a sleeping drug and Pete soon passed out. The Doctor began repairing the injuries as best he could as they appeared on the computer screen. Pete was going to need to spend a fair amount of time in a regenerative bath. Most of his injuries would respond well to the treatment but he’d need to go under the deep tissue regenerator for several hours first for some of the internal injuries.

Jackie appeared in the doorway, hesitant and scared, her eyes seeking Pete’s face. “He’s going to be all right,” the Doctor said without looking up.

Jackie stepped to his side. “Can I touch him?”

“Yeah, but just on the top of his head. It’s the only place that doesn’t need healing besides his feet. I’m going to put him inside a machine in a minute and it’ll do a lot of repair work. After that he’s going to need to soak in a medicated bath for four hours and I’ll need you to go in with him and keep his head above the surface. I won’t lie to you, Jackie. A lot of damage has been done and it’s going to take a lot of fixing.”

“Will he be okay?” she asked.

“Eventually. But he was tortured. His mental state, well…when his body is better I’ll see what I can do to repair his mind. He’ll need therapy, someone who deals with torture and rape victims would be best. What they did to his mind, it’s very much like rape, a violation of his person, his sense of self. It’s the same sort of treatment.”

The Doctor wheeled Pete over to the big tissue regenerator and opened a door, then slid the bed inside. Only his feet protruded. They were the one bit of him that was still fine. “Stay with him, touch his feet if you want. He may or may not know you’re here, but I imagine you’ll feel better doing it. I’ve knocked him out for several hours. I’ll make sure you’re brought food. Where are the twins?”

“With Suzie,” she said. “I don’t want them seeing Pete until he’s better.”

“Me either,” said the Doctor. “I’ll be back to check on him when I can, but it may be a few hours. He’ll be fine in there until I do.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” Jackie said. “Thank you so much.” She reached out and snagged his hand, giving it a quick squeeze.

“You’re welcome,” he told her simply and when she let go he left the room.

The glimpse was fleeting but it was enough to send Rose backpedaling into Davin. The opalescent creature had been such a vivid presence that she knew it was not just her imagination that had seen the strange milky iridescence shot through with a play of other colors, or the oddly faceted body that appeared to be made of cut stone. She wished desperately that the Doctor was by her side. He’d know what to do when confronted by an alien.

Rose shook herself. What was she thinking? She knew what to do when confronted by an alien for goodness’ sake! She wasn’t some nineteen year old girl fresh into the TARDIS anymore. She had ten years of Torchwood field work behind her. She didn’t need her husband to figure out where to go from here. Though he would have been nice to have as backup. And infinitely more useful than what she did have.

The woman now standing before her looked like Ava Hartman, twin sister to the long dead Yvonne who had died in this universe before Rose had ever had a chance to meet her, had died in that first savage Cyberman attack that had taken Pete’s first Jackie to her death and decided for Mickey that he would stay in this universe of his own accord. So unlike her own permanent arrival here.

Her mind was wandering? Why was her mind wandering this much? She glared at the alien as she felt tendrils reaching out toward her thoughts. “What are you doing down here, Rose?” Ava asked her in a completely normal voice. “There’s been a building-wide evacuation.”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Rose said putting her own efforts into strengthening the blocks the Doctor had put into place.

“It’s a false alarm. The mainframe’s been hacked. I’m just trying to trace the source,” Ava said.

“The mainframe is in sub basement four,” Davin said from behind Rose.

Ava looked at him and then suddenly Davin looked like he’d been punched in the face. Rose could feel the psychic assault as the alien pushed into her friend’s mind searching for telepathy. Rose toggled the subvocal device behind her ear and was about to ask for help when Davin raised his gun and fired at the alien.

Ava swirled and shimmered and simply absorbed the bullet. But her grip on Davin’s mind had let go. He jumped on the woman, trying to subdue her and was partially successful, pulling her from the doorway. Rose managed to dodge around the struggle and eased herself into the next room. Her eyes took in the empty cot with its mussed bedding, a straight back chair, the glass of water on the bedside table, a covered bucket beside it, a small sink, and nothing else. The room was empty. Her father wasn’t there.

She glanced up at the ventilation shaft and saw that it was not quite properly in place. With a grin of relief she realized the Doctor and Jake must have gotten to Pete first. She turned back to confront Ava only to realize that Davin was standing rigidly in front of the woman and was surrounded by four more undisguised aliens. She leveled a long, thin conical device at Rose. “I have some questions for you, Miss Tyler.”

Rose ignored her for a moment as the subvocal equipment came to life. “Rose, we have your Dad. Get out of there.” She toggled the device and replied with a brief affirmative. The motion was not missed by Ava Hartman and she leapt forward, grabbing Rose and searching behind her ear. Her fingers came up with the device and crushed it between her fingers. A human hand couldn’t have done that, but Ava shimmered back into her proper appearance, she was no longer pretending to be human.

“Bring them,” she snapped to the other guards. Without another word they were hustled from the room and into the lift. Thankfully the sprinkler system had now shut off as they were herded off the lift and they didn’t get any more soaked then they already were. Rose recognized the floor they were on as the executive one, where the head of Torchwood, her father, had his office.

Once inside with the door firmly shut behind them Ava went to a box and opened it. Inside were some odd rings that seemed to glow faintly blue and green in the light. Ava lifted a pair out of the box and with a savage psychic jolt pulled them apart. Rose felt a wave of pain emanating from the rings and realized they were alive, whatever they were. The tube-like creatures opened and Ava snapped one around each of Rose’s wrists. They curled back into their natural round shape and Rose felt the sudden tug as the two creatures sought each other, bringing her wrists together with something very like a strong magnetic force.

Rose struggled frantically as the process was repeated on her ankles and then a longer band was placed around her waist. One of the other aliens picked her up and deposited her in the far corner of the room, while Ava plucked more of the creatures out of the box and used them to tie up Davin. He was placed in the opposite corner of the room from Rose. The creature questioned both her and Davin rather relentlessly but neither one would answer her.

The alien shimmered and looked like Ava Hartman again. “I'll be back to...question you...a little more thoroughly. Now in the meantime, I strongly suggest that the two of you stay apart and don’t try to escape.” The woman had a smirk on her face. “This room will be guarded at all times. We will find your father or you, my dear, will end up paying the consequences.” With that the woman strode from the room, her little band of soldiers following her out the door, which shut with a resounding thud.

Immediately Rose began trying to tug her hands apart but the harder she pulled the stronger the force between the two creatures on her wrists became. She was able to shuffle forward moving her feet just a few inches at a time and headed towards Davin.

“Rose, she said to stay away from each other,” Davin warned.

“She also said we shouldn’t try to escape, but I’m going to,” Rose said with determination. “Come on. Meet me in the middle.”

With a look of reluctance Davin did as requested but the closer he got to Rose, the faster he seemed to be moving. He tripped and when he went to push himself up his hands got too close to his ankles and snapped together. “Oh, no,” he said. “Rose, the alien handcuffs are attracted to the ankle ones.”

“Let’s see if I can help,” she said as she edged closer to him and knelt down. She hoped that since he was wearing the blue alien restraints and she had on the green ones the different sets wouldn’t be attracted to each other. She was wrong. As she went to pull his hands from his ankles her own wrist cuffs fastened onto his.

“Oh, great,” he said as he felt his ankles sliding towards hers. “Pull back, Rose, as hard as you can.” He held onto one of her hands while she pulled the other and succeeded in pulling one arm free. She thrust it behind her and grabbed hold of her father’s desk leg.

“Hold tight to my hand,” Davin said. “I’m going to try to break free.” He managed to rip his other arm from the cuff and grabbed for a filing cabinet. His leverage shifted and their ankles snapped together. The cuff around Rose’s hand began to writhe and turn red. She felt pain emanating from it again.

“These things are alive,” Rose told him. “It’s hurting them to be away from each other.”

“I know, but we’ll never get out of here unless we keep them apart.”

“Can you reach your subvocal?” Rose asked.

“Not without letting go. If I let go, we’ll get pulled back together,” Davin said.

“Well, if we can get a message to Jake and the Doctor or Mickey, then they can come and rescue us and the Doctor will figure out how to get us apart without hurting these creatures any further.”

“All right.” Davin quickly toggled the switch on and as he and Rose were pulled inevitably back together he managed to send out a quick request for assistance with their location.

Rose’s fingers began to slip and when she finally lost her grip on the desk, the wrist snapped down to her waist belt and then her body was dragged across the floor rapidly until she smacked fully into Davin, her waist belt locking against his. Davin groaned. “We really should have stayed on opposite sides of the room.”

“Well, how were we to know?” Rose asked. “Didn’t expect the evil alien to actually speak the truth.”

They were now lying on the floor face to face, or more accurately face to chest. Rose turned her head towards the ceiling, her ear resting against him. His heart was racing and if she wasn’t mistaken her ex-boyfriend was getting rather more than he ought to out of the situation.

Rose tried to pull herself back from him as she began to feel a mild flush to her skin and a sinking sensation in her stomach that heralded the start of nausea. Sweat broke out on her body. “Stop squirming, Rose,” Davin bit out.

“I need to move away,” she said.

“It’s not possible. Just wait until the others get here.”

“Fine,” she snapped. “Then make your erection go away.”

“I can’t just make it go away,” he told her. “Not when you’re up against me.”

“This is hardly a romantic situation,” she griped.

“I can’t help it. I haven’t had sex since a week before you left, Rose. And I can’t stop being attracted to you just because we’re over. Especially with you stuck to me like glue. I’m not trying to be difficult here,” he told her.

“I know,” she said. “But I’m feeling sick.”

“Please tell me you’re not going to vomit on me,” he said.

“I’ll try, but no promises. Just see if you can pull you pelvis away from mine,” she told him. After a few attempts he had to stop because it was only making things worse.

“We’ll just lie perfectly still and wait,” he told her. Rose bit her lip, but found that at least with no movements she was able to force down the nausea. She forced her mind to the Doctor, and retreated in a little fantasy of being stuck in this same situation with him. Knowing the Doctor, he’d have found a way to shag.

“We’ll just have to risk it,” said Mickey. “Pete’s office is the most heavily guarded in the building. The only thing that can get around all the safeguards is the TARDIS."

The Doctor agreed reluctantly and fed in the coordinates Mickey gave him. A moment later the ship materialized in Pete’s office. The two men burst through the doors followed by Jake, and Mickey had to fight really hard not to laugh at the predicament Rose and Davin found themselves in. The Doctor’s face had gone dark, but at Rose’s plea of, “Help. It hurts,” the man sprang into action.

“Mickey, Jake, you two grab Davin and pull. I’ll take Rose.” With violent tugging the trio managed to get the pair apart and the Doctor said, “Keep him here until I come back.” He picked up Rose and disappeared into the TARDIS with her, hastily taking her through the maze of corridors and dropping her onto the couch in the library. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Stay.”

"Very funny," Rose called after him.

He hurried back to the other men and instructed them to help Davin into the conservatory and stay with him. He sent the ship into the Time Vortex, went into his workshop for a special glass container that he filled with a gelatinous fluid and then hurried to the med bay. It took twenty minutes of gentle psychic persuasion to remove the creature from around Davin’s waist and a further ten each to get the ones off his wrists and ankles.

The entire time the Doctor worked he didn’t speak aloud. When they were at last removed and inside the glass box in a writhing series of concentric circles, he handed Davin some water and told him to hydrate himself. “You may feel weak from the psychic drain, or you may not even notice it. But either way, the water should help restore what was withdrawn. Jake, show him to the room next to yours. You need to rest for the next several hours.”

Jake led Davin away and Mickey asked, “What are those things?”

“They’re a very rudimentary telepathic species called Lurvin with a strong need to be paired or grouped with others of their kind. If any one is on it’s own for too long, the pain is awful for it. And it can lead to their death after a day or so apart. They’re not quite as intelligent as an earth dog or cat. In fact higher telepathic species often keep them as pets.”

“Why do the Monoc’teru have them?”

“They like to enslave telepathic races. Wouldn’t have thought they’d go after such a lesser species, but I suppose they have proven useful to them. I really need to go get the rest of these creatures off of Rose. It may take quite a bit of time. We’re safe in the Vortex. Don’t come looking for us.”

The Doctor wheeled around abruptly and left the infirmary, heading to the library and Rose.

Ch. 18: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/92219.html

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