Sweet as Sugar
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Category:
1 through F › Doctor Who
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
11,320
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.
26
Sweet As Sugar Chapter Twenty Six
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather is the queen of Mad Plotbunnies and truly the BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™ and a wondermous beta and friend. J Thanks everyone for reading and reviewing! I appreciate it greatly!
Jack vented a harsh sigh and held his hands as still as he could, despite the growing urge to readjust the mesh garment Bara had given him to wear, just to keep appearances of slave and master. “We there yet?” he asked in an almost sing-song voice. Bara raised a cerulean brow in response but did not speak out loud. “So you’re banished from your home world for following this Rani broad…where are you gonna go after we rescue the Doctor and Rose?” He leaned his elbows on the console of the personal conveyance and offered Bara a winning smile. “Run away to Old Earth and get married in New Texas?”
Bara snorted loudly, the faintest trace of amusement limning his features. “Be silent. The Rani is not here in body but she has her friends all about.” Even as he spoke, his eyes lit on a small figure flitting between the shadows, keeping pace with the slow crawl of the conveyance as they headed for the interior of the Dome of the Goddess. “The Acolytes, see,” he murmured. “They miss nothing. They have searched for years at the behest of the Rani. They live for her. She created them and controls them, even in her absence.” He slowed the conveyance with the ease of much practice, the subtle creaking of the finely wrought metal under their combined weight making Jack wince as Bara shifted to face him, eyes crinkled in concern. “This will hurt…”
Jack parted his lips to demand a further explanation but his vision exploded into a myriad of varicolored sparkles, his breath whooshing from his lungs as he fell back, slipping from the conveyance and landing on the cool stone floor. Bara’s face loomed over him, face set in grim lines that could either be concern or anger—Jack was not sure which. “You hit me!” Jack accused with a hint of amusement in his tone. “That was uncalled for!” He rolled to his feet, wishing he had taken one of the tiny weapons from his bag in the TARDIS. What he wouldn’t give for a Zorathrian dart gun about now, he thought, his entire body tensing as Bara’s heavy tread forced him back several feet. It took a moment for him to notice, but Jack’s ears picked up a subtle hissing noise with an underlying rumble, like a leaking steam pipe. The gill flaps on Bara’s neck fluttered with the sound and Jack realized it was coming from his ‘master’, that the lord of some watery world was reverting to his mother tongue. “If you’re trying to communicate with me,” Jack murmured, hands held out in the intergalactic “unarmed” gesture, “you’re gonna have to use another language. My translator doesn’t know that one.”
Bara’s dark brow rose. “Fake it,” he replied, not moving his lips. His dark gaze flickered to the shadow of the Acolyte, the watcher by the pillar. The dome was silent as a tomb but he knew that eyes were watching, analyzing their presence, memorizing everything to report to the mistress. “Brace.”
Jack was ready for it this time but it still hurt. The stinging blow sent a rush of pain to his eyes and jaw, sending him sprawling sideways a bit theatrically. “Ow…” He stayed down this time, waiting for Bara’s face to loom large over him once again. “You done yet?” Bara gave a barely perceptible nod and Jack rose smoothly to his feet. Smiling grimly, Jack punched Bara square in the jaw, satisfied with the grunt of pain the much larger male gave on impact. “We’re even.”
“I hit you twice.”
“Only one really hurt,” Jack commented, glancing around the narrow antechamber they had stopped in. “I take it they’re gone?” A faint glow indicated the door to the main chamber and he started towards it, bare feet slapping on cold stone.
Bara paused, then strode after him, lips curving into the slightest of smiles. “Yes, it is vespers. They’ve gone to gather the younger females into the chapels to offer hymns of praise to their false goddess.” He laid a heavy hand on Jack’s arm, causing the younger male to stop in his tracks. “We’re not going there,” he murmured, his smile becoming more pronounced, downright gleeful. “We’re going to your companion’s vessel, the blue box.” Jack opened his mouth to respond, then shrugged, seemingly thinking better of it. “I know where it is. I was in the Rani’s confidence until you arrived,” he added, angling their path towards one of the thick, ornate pillars lining the antechamber. “Do you know how to operate it?”
“I can learn,” Jack laughed. “I’m quite good with that sort of thing.” He winked at Bara, feeling, for the first time in many hours, a sliver of relief spring to bloom in his chest. “I practically wrote the book on hotwiring space ships.”
“I’m sure,” Bara replied dryly, keeping pace with Jack’s quick stride.
“What was that you were hissing at me, anyway?” Jack asked as they rounded the pillar and Bara’s hand pressed firmly against his back, not so much guiding him as keeping track of him. “Sweet nothings?”
“No…’stay down, you idiot,’ was the general gist of it,” the sea lord remarked blandly. “Apparently your translator needs improving.” He tightened his fingers on Jack’s spine, drawing them both to a halt. “Walk six paces behind me, head down, hands folded. Do not look up, do not smile, do exactly what I say. We must cross the viewing chamber and you are still my slave.” Bara’s intent gaze caught Jack’s mildly bemused one. He captured Jack’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Heed me, or I will be forced to let you die and your friends will remain with the Rani.”
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather is the queen of Mad Plotbunnies and truly the BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™ and a wondermous beta and friend. J Thanks everyone for reading and reviewing! I appreciate it greatly!
Jack vented a harsh sigh and held his hands as still as he could, despite the growing urge to readjust the mesh garment Bara had given him to wear, just to keep appearances of slave and master. “We there yet?” he asked in an almost sing-song voice. Bara raised a cerulean brow in response but did not speak out loud. “So you’re banished from your home world for following this Rani broad…where are you gonna go after we rescue the Doctor and Rose?” He leaned his elbows on the console of the personal conveyance and offered Bara a winning smile. “Run away to Old Earth and get married in New Texas?”
Bara snorted loudly, the faintest trace of amusement limning his features. “Be silent. The Rani is not here in body but she has her friends all about.” Even as he spoke, his eyes lit on a small figure flitting between the shadows, keeping pace with the slow crawl of the conveyance as they headed for the interior of the Dome of the Goddess. “The Acolytes, see,” he murmured. “They miss nothing. They have searched for years at the behest of the Rani. They live for her. She created them and controls them, even in her absence.” He slowed the conveyance with the ease of much practice, the subtle creaking of the finely wrought metal under their combined weight making Jack wince as Bara shifted to face him, eyes crinkled in concern. “This will hurt…”
Jack parted his lips to demand a further explanation but his vision exploded into a myriad of varicolored sparkles, his breath whooshing from his lungs as he fell back, slipping from the conveyance and landing on the cool stone floor. Bara’s face loomed over him, face set in grim lines that could either be concern or anger—Jack was not sure which. “You hit me!” Jack accused with a hint of amusement in his tone. “That was uncalled for!” He rolled to his feet, wishing he had taken one of the tiny weapons from his bag in the TARDIS. What he wouldn’t give for a Zorathrian dart gun about now, he thought, his entire body tensing as Bara’s heavy tread forced him back several feet. It took a moment for him to notice, but Jack’s ears picked up a subtle hissing noise with an underlying rumble, like a leaking steam pipe. The gill flaps on Bara’s neck fluttered with the sound and Jack realized it was coming from his ‘master’, that the lord of some watery world was reverting to his mother tongue. “If you’re trying to communicate with me,” Jack murmured, hands held out in the intergalactic “unarmed” gesture, “you’re gonna have to use another language. My translator doesn’t know that one.”
Bara’s dark brow rose. “Fake it,” he replied, not moving his lips. His dark gaze flickered to the shadow of the Acolyte, the watcher by the pillar. The dome was silent as a tomb but he knew that eyes were watching, analyzing their presence, memorizing everything to report to the mistress. “Brace.”
Jack was ready for it this time but it still hurt. The stinging blow sent a rush of pain to his eyes and jaw, sending him sprawling sideways a bit theatrically. “Ow…” He stayed down this time, waiting for Bara’s face to loom large over him once again. “You done yet?” Bara gave a barely perceptible nod and Jack rose smoothly to his feet. Smiling grimly, Jack punched Bara square in the jaw, satisfied with the grunt of pain the much larger male gave on impact. “We’re even.”
“I hit you twice.”
“Only one really hurt,” Jack commented, glancing around the narrow antechamber they had stopped in. “I take it they’re gone?” A faint glow indicated the door to the main chamber and he started towards it, bare feet slapping on cold stone.
Bara paused, then strode after him, lips curving into the slightest of smiles. “Yes, it is vespers. They’ve gone to gather the younger females into the chapels to offer hymns of praise to their false goddess.” He laid a heavy hand on Jack’s arm, causing the younger male to stop in his tracks. “We’re not going there,” he murmured, his smile becoming more pronounced, downright gleeful. “We’re going to your companion’s vessel, the blue box.” Jack opened his mouth to respond, then shrugged, seemingly thinking better of it. “I know where it is. I was in the Rani’s confidence until you arrived,” he added, angling their path towards one of the thick, ornate pillars lining the antechamber. “Do you know how to operate it?”
“I can learn,” Jack laughed. “I’m quite good with that sort of thing.” He winked at Bara, feeling, for the first time in many hours, a sliver of relief spring to bloom in his chest. “I practically wrote the book on hotwiring space ships.”
“I’m sure,” Bara replied dryly, keeping pace with Jack’s quick stride.
“What was that you were hissing at me, anyway?” Jack asked as they rounded the pillar and Bara’s hand pressed firmly against his back, not so much guiding him as keeping track of him. “Sweet nothings?”
“No…’stay down, you idiot,’ was the general gist of it,” the sea lord remarked blandly. “Apparently your translator needs improving.” He tightened his fingers on Jack’s spine, drawing them both to a halt. “Walk six paces behind me, head down, hands folded. Do not look up, do not smile, do exactly what I say. We must cross the viewing chamber and you are still my slave.” Bara’s intent gaze caught Jack’s mildly bemused one. He captured Jack’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Heed me, or I will be forced to let you die and your friends will remain with the Rani.”