Sweet as Sugar
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Category:
1 through F › Doctor Who
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
11,307
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Dr. Who, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
13
Sweet as Sugar Chapter Thirteen
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Mucho beaucoups thanks for Venefican and Gomalley for giving this the once or twice over! Now that the hurricane is past us here, I can finish this story without being twitchy, lol. Thanks to everyone for reading/reviewing!
Rose screamed, her voice echoing painfully in her own ears, off the metal of the vent shaft and seemingly off of the creature holding onto her wrists. The shaft was narrow, squeezing her hips and ribs, forcing air from her lungs the further she was dragged into the space. Somewhere, a tiny, calm voice in the back of her mind prodded her, reminding her to tell the Doctor there was no way he and Jack would fit through this space. Most of her awareness was taken up by the searing pain in her shoulders and arms as the thing which held her dragged her along. Her skin skidded and pulled along the cold metal shaft, leaving red marks and sores with each passing inch. She could hear the Doctor and Jack shouting, metal banging, but it all seemed like so much buzzing of insects as she twisted and tried to find purchase on the slick metal surface around her.
“Do not struggle,” came the firm, officious voice from somewhere down the shaft. “You’re making it worse.”
“Let. Me. GO!” Rose cursed her bare feet as her toes cramped and popped, unable to find so much as a hint of grip along the smooth metal walls around her.
As suddenly as her captivity had begun, it paused. Whatever had been gripping her wrists released her but, she noticed immediately and with some small hint of irony, she was still stuck.
“Okay,” she breathed, “maybe pull me a little farther.”
“Rose Tyler, stranger to our world, you have done the Lady a grave disservice in your attempt to escape her mercy. She is not pleased.”
The voice was not metallic, as she had first assumed, but simply echoing. It filled her senses and made her head ache.
“I don’t care,” she shot back. “You can’t go about, making people engage in death matches for some weirdo!”
A long silence fell while Rose tried to maneuver so that her arms could be lowered. As it was, her body was stretched and twisted, her hips turned so that she was wedged in the shaft, her arms extended over her head and her shoulders bent back as if she were arching into a dive. Distantly, she heard metallic clanging and hoped that it was the Doctor and Jack. Finally, the voice came softly, almost sadly.
“The Lady had chosen poorly. We know this well but she refuses to see. She is blinded by you.”
“What?” Rose began, words bubbling to her lips only to be forced out as a gasp of surprised pain.
Her body was jerked again, further down the tunnel, and she heard something crack in her shoulders, a ripping sensation shooting down both arms.
“Stop it!”
The coat, redolent of the Doctor and the Tardis, twisted around her torso as she fought against being pulled. The fabric bunched under her back and she cried out, the pressure sending a jolt of pain through her spine.
“Let me go!” Her feet could find no purchase but a moment later, she did not care. She was falling and all was dark.
Rose did not know if she had been unconscious or if it was merely an effect of the disorienting darkness that made her woozy as she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. Her body screamed in protest, muscles stretched and twisted, joints creaking and popping, but she forced herself slowly upright.
“This,” she said shakily, “is getting ridiculous.”
“Rose Tyler,” her name came softly, given a Doppler effect by the odd quality of the speaker’s voice.
“You are the hope of the Lady. Your arrival here has long been foretold by Her faithful.”
A pale light began to grow from the far edges of the enclosure, almost like a sunrise, slipping upwards in a dome and lending a faintly silver sheen to the darkness. Rose felt her lips part in surprise and fear, her eyes drawn to the pale light as it moved, her body trembling in the chill atmosphere.
“I don’t know what you’re on about,” she finally managed, “but you need to let me go. I won’t stand for this. The Doctor…”
“The Doctor,” the voice cut her off, “ and your friend Jack have other obligations to fulfill. They, too, are part of the prophecy.”
The light had grown to proportions that allowed Rose to see her surroundings, albeit shrouded in shadow. The room, that is what she decided it was, was empty save for a small, lumpy shape just out of arm’s reach. The light was becoming pinkish-orange now, losing its silver sheen. The voice issued from the lumpy shape.
“You must fulfill your duties to the Universe, Rose Tyler.”
“I don’t want to,” she said petulantly, before she could stop herself.
She had the uncomfortable feeling that she was being laughed at, but she could not hear the sound of mirth.
“Please,” she said humbly, “let me go. I’m scared,” she admitted, tugging on the hem of the now very wrinkled coat. “Take me back to the Doctor and Jack.”
“I’m sorry,” the voice sighed, the lumpy shape moving towards her, “that’s impossible right now.”
Rose stared as the shape resolved itself to be three very tiny women, all clad in robes that reminded her of the night sky, black shot with silver, sparkling with gold flecks. All three women fixed her with identical stares as she trembled before them. “Why?”
The women smiled, not unkindly. “You are to be dressed and presented to the Lady shortly. We will prepare a robe for you, and your ornaments.”
“My what? No! Wait!” The women turned as one and began a slow, gliding walk away from her. Rose started after them, only to run against an invisible barrier.
“What the HELL is going on here?” she shouted after them. “What mind fuck am I in?”
Only one of the women turned this time, and her face was terrible with beauty. Alone, her voice was soft, almost a whisper, but bespoke impending violence. “You nearly destroyed this once, Rose Tyler. You will not have another chance.”
a/n Next chapter, the Doctor and Jack find the TARDIS.
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Mucho beaucoups thanks for Venefican and Gomalley for giving this the once or twice over! Now that the hurricane is past us here, I can finish this story without being twitchy, lol. Thanks to everyone for reading/reviewing!
Rose screamed, her voice echoing painfully in her own ears, off the metal of the vent shaft and seemingly off of the creature holding onto her wrists. The shaft was narrow, squeezing her hips and ribs, forcing air from her lungs the further she was dragged into the space. Somewhere, a tiny, calm voice in the back of her mind prodded her, reminding her to tell the Doctor there was no way he and Jack would fit through this space. Most of her awareness was taken up by the searing pain in her shoulders and arms as the thing which held her dragged her along. Her skin skidded and pulled along the cold metal shaft, leaving red marks and sores with each passing inch. She could hear the Doctor and Jack shouting, metal banging, but it all seemed like so much buzzing of insects as she twisted and tried to find purchase on the slick metal surface around her.
“Do not struggle,” came the firm, officious voice from somewhere down the shaft. “You’re making it worse.”
“Let. Me. GO!” Rose cursed her bare feet as her toes cramped and popped, unable to find so much as a hint of grip along the smooth metal walls around her.
As suddenly as her captivity had begun, it paused. Whatever had been gripping her wrists released her but, she noticed immediately and with some small hint of irony, she was still stuck.
“Okay,” she breathed, “maybe pull me a little farther.”
“Rose Tyler, stranger to our world, you have done the Lady a grave disservice in your attempt to escape her mercy. She is not pleased.”
The voice was not metallic, as she had first assumed, but simply echoing. It filled her senses and made her head ache.
“I don’t care,” she shot back. “You can’t go about, making people engage in death matches for some weirdo!”
A long silence fell while Rose tried to maneuver so that her arms could be lowered. As it was, her body was stretched and twisted, her hips turned so that she was wedged in the shaft, her arms extended over her head and her shoulders bent back as if she were arching into a dive. Distantly, she heard metallic clanging and hoped that it was the Doctor and Jack. Finally, the voice came softly, almost sadly.
“The Lady had chosen poorly. We know this well but she refuses to see. She is blinded by you.”
“What?” Rose began, words bubbling to her lips only to be forced out as a gasp of surprised pain.
Her body was jerked again, further down the tunnel, and she heard something crack in her shoulders, a ripping sensation shooting down both arms.
“Stop it!”
The coat, redolent of the Doctor and the Tardis, twisted around her torso as she fought against being pulled. The fabric bunched under her back and she cried out, the pressure sending a jolt of pain through her spine.
“Let me go!” Her feet could find no purchase but a moment later, she did not care. She was falling and all was dark.
Rose did not know if she had been unconscious or if it was merely an effect of the disorienting darkness that made her woozy as she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. Her body screamed in protest, muscles stretched and twisted, joints creaking and popping, but she forced herself slowly upright.
“This,” she said shakily, “is getting ridiculous.”
“Rose Tyler,” her name came softly, given a Doppler effect by the odd quality of the speaker’s voice.
“You are the hope of the Lady. Your arrival here has long been foretold by Her faithful.”
A pale light began to grow from the far edges of the enclosure, almost like a sunrise, slipping upwards in a dome and lending a faintly silver sheen to the darkness. Rose felt her lips part in surprise and fear, her eyes drawn to the pale light as it moved, her body trembling in the chill atmosphere.
“I don’t know what you’re on about,” she finally managed, “but you need to let me go. I won’t stand for this. The Doctor…”
“The Doctor,” the voice cut her off, “ and your friend Jack have other obligations to fulfill. They, too, are part of the prophecy.”
The light had grown to proportions that allowed Rose to see her surroundings, albeit shrouded in shadow. The room, that is what she decided it was, was empty save for a small, lumpy shape just out of arm’s reach. The light was becoming pinkish-orange now, losing its silver sheen. The voice issued from the lumpy shape.
“You must fulfill your duties to the Universe, Rose Tyler.”
“I don’t want to,” she said petulantly, before she could stop herself.
She had the uncomfortable feeling that she was being laughed at, but she could not hear the sound of mirth.
“Please,” she said humbly, “let me go. I’m scared,” she admitted, tugging on the hem of the now very wrinkled coat. “Take me back to the Doctor and Jack.”
“I’m sorry,” the voice sighed, the lumpy shape moving towards her, “that’s impossible right now.”
Rose stared as the shape resolved itself to be three very tiny women, all clad in robes that reminded her of the night sky, black shot with silver, sparkling with gold flecks. All three women fixed her with identical stares as she trembled before them. “Why?”
The women smiled, not unkindly. “You are to be dressed and presented to the Lady shortly. We will prepare a robe for you, and your ornaments.”
“My what? No! Wait!” The women turned as one and began a slow, gliding walk away from her. Rose started after them, only to run against an invisible barrier.
“What the HELL is going on here?” she shouted after them. “What mind fuck am I in?”
Only one of the women turned this time, and her face was terrible with beauty. Alone, her voice was soft, almost a whisper, but bespoke impending violence. “You nearly destroyed this once, Rose Tyler. You will not have another chance.”
a/n Next chapter, the Doctor and Jack find the TARDIS.