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Rating:
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Chapters:
5
Views:
3,744
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8
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Chapter 3
Okay, thought I would finally post chapter 3 :) I would like to say a huge thank you to Lilth for her amazing review. If my fic made you start to watch Doctor Who then I'm very proud of that. Especially as I think it's the best show on TV. How far have you got? Strange question, but did you start from Doctor's 9 or 10? This fic is obviously 10 and Donna and is set during season 4. I hope you love this chapter and please let me know what you think.
I hope some other people are reading nd enjoying this fic too. Of you would only let me know, otherwise, I don't think anyone is reading! Anyway.. here's chapter 3! Enjoy!
Chapter 3.
The Doctor stood perfectly still, not daring to move a muscle. He didn't care what the Black Guardian chose to do to him next, there was no way he was going to grovel at the bastard's feet!
The Black Guardian stared back at him, waiting.
“I said, on your knees, Doctor. Now.”
The Doctor shook his head. “You think you're going to make me worship you? Maybe you don't know me so well.”
The Black Guardian blinked. Then, he threw back his head and laughed. The noise made the Doctor jump. The Guardian's reaction surprised him and he despised to be caught out. He hoped his lack of understanding wasn't obvious to his enemy.
Unfortunately though, it was.
The Guardian, still chuckling, stepped forward.
“For such a universe-weary traveller, Doctor, a man known everywhere for his great wisdom and intellect; there still seems to be some matters in which you are utterly naive. I find it very,” he leant right in to the Doctor's face “alluring.”
The Doctor backed away. He was unnerved.
“What are you saying?” He barked back, sounding a lot more confident then he felt.
“I'm not asking for you to kneel before me and worship me, Time Lord. I want you to pleasure me. Physically.”
The Doctor was bewildered. Surely the Guardian didn't mean...?
“Are you telling me,” the evil man continued, gesturing to 'Sarah Jane', 'Jack' and 'Martha'“, "that after spending so much time in the company of these humans that they never wanted you? They are so well known for being slaves to their sexual urges, did they not give into those urges and take you? Devour you?"
“No, they didn't." The Doctor replied, quietly.
“Maybe it's about time we did,” The Night Stalker posing as Jack whispered. The Doctor glanced at it. Panic was growing inside of him.
“That really is just too bad for you,” The Guardian cooed, still clearly entertained. “You don't know what you have been missing. How long has it been Doctor? I mean, I know about your family on Gallifrey. She with the long golden hair, she that you kissed so lovingly, so young, so many years ahead for both of you. She who held you so tightly. You left her alone. You left them all.”
The Doctor didn't know what to say. Her. The woman he had loved more than anyone else in his far to long years. The most beautiful Time Lady, no – woman, he had ever known. She had given him a child, who had then produced a Grandchild but that was so long ago. He realised, to his pain, that he couldn't even remember her name.
“That was.. so many years.. I was so young..” He stared into the blackness, remembering the harmony of all those years ago.
“Yes,” purred the Guardian, his voice dripping with false sympathy.
“I can go anywhere,” he said softly, “but I can never go back and see her again.” Unable to control his guilt and grief, no longer wanting to fight the darkness trying to overwhelm him, the Doctor sank to his knees, much to the Guardian and his pets' glee.
The Black Guardian moved directly in front of the Doctor. "You are alone, Time Lord. Accept it. Now, do as I order of you."
The Time Lord stared up at him, face red, eyes watery. “I don't know how.”
He may as well have begged. He felt like nothing.
“You will work it out, Doctor. Now, begin.”
The Doctor reached into the Guardian's robes, feeling more sickened with every passing second. Was this really happening? He had been one of the most powerful beings in the universe, a Lord of Time. What had he become? A sex-slave for a being of pure evil. He grimaced when he found what he was looking for. He looked up at his captor again.
“Good,” the Guardian whispered. “Now, suck.”
The Doctor hesitated. The Guardian swiftly struck the Doctor hard across the face, knocking the Time Lord to the ground. “Do as I say!” He growled.
The Doctor pulled himself up, moving carefully forward to obey. He could hear the Night Stalkers, in the guises of the only family he had known of for a long time, screeching their glee.
At that moment, a lightness flared up deep inside him, stopping him in his tracks. It was very much like a screaming voice in his head, deploring him to stop, to think before he acted. It warmed him from his toes to the top of his head – and gave him the kick in the backside he so desperately needed.
“You are better than him. Fight.”
The voice – or was it his conscious? - was shouting at him. And he listened. Pushing the Guardian back, he pulled himself up, standing at his full height. He glared daggers at the Black Guardian, who was now the one struggling to regain his composure. The Night Stalkers were stunned into silence. Or perhaps the Guardian had momentarily lost his control of them? Either way, they stood like statues, waiting for instructions.
The Guardian grabbed the Doctor round the throat. The Time Lord merely smirked back at him.
“Kill me if you want too, Sir.” The Time Lord spat. “It's the only way you will ever have any power over me.”
“You dare to mock me, Gallifreyan? You stand there with your Time Lord arrogance, looking me in the eye? You are nothing!”
“Why should I fear you? I've beaten you twice before! You're no better than a dalek to me! Guardian, tell me. How's your search for that old elusive key to time going these days?”
As the Guardian seethed, the Doctor laughed, his eyes twinkling. He was acting more boldly than he actually felt but he was certainly putting on a good act. He just hoped he could keep it up. He refused to look at 'Martha' who had sidled up beside him and was touching him.
“You will give yourself to me, Time Lord! I will have you and your power!”
“No – you – won't!” The Doctor yelled back. Now, he was back in his comfort zone despite the never ending blackness surrounding him.
The Guardian had had enough. He marched straight up to the Doctor and eyeballed him. This time however, the Doctor didn't flinch.
“You think you know everything, Doctor. I've already proved you wrong today.”
The Doctor shrugged. “I'm a Time Lord. I don't need pleasures of the body. I prefer to join with someone emotionally and intelligently. I'm more concerned about what people have here-” he touched his head “-and that is a place, My Lord, where you are defiantly lacking.” A cheeky smile. “And, honestly? You're just not my type.”
The Guardian looked like he was ready to rip the teasing Time Lord apart. Something was stopping him. His plan and, more importantly, his pride. Killing the Doctor would mean that the Doctor had beaten him again. He would not let that happen.
Very slowly and painfully, he forced himself to smile. “Enjoy your moment of triumph, Doctor. I don't think it will last that long.”
The Doctor's smile faltered ever-so-slightly but he recovered quickly.
The Guardian had backed off a few paces. He gestured behind his prisoner as he told him; “I give you a choice, Gallifreyan.”
The Doctor spun around. He gasped. The TARDIS was stood only metres away from him. A few long strides and he'd be touching it. He looked back at the Guardian, unsure of his intentions.
“Your home, am I right, Time Lord? Where you feel safe?”
The Doctor didn't reply but gave his answer when he stared longingly at his ship again.
“Reach it, my friend, and you are free.”
The Doctor's eyes met the Guardian's. “You'll let me go?”
A cruel smile. “Get to the door. Open it and leave, Doctor. I can't stop you.”
“My clothes..” the Doctor stammered. “I don't have the key..”
“Doc-tor!” The Master was stood by the TARDIS. He was being his old chirpy self. And in the palm of his right hand was the TARDIS key. “Come and get it,” he teased the Doctor. His face was the stuff of nightmares. The same ghoulish smile that all the Night Stalkers had made the Master look simply devilish. He gave the Doctor the creeps more than any of the others did.
“Your choice, Time Lord,” The Guardian completed, “is simple. Choose freedom, if you can get to it and continue with your pointless, roaming existence. Or, should despair take you, simply call my name. And accept your destiny. I shall be waiting Doctor. Waiting for your call.”
And with one last smirk, he was gone.
The Doctor turned and stared at the TARDIS. His beloved time machine was so close. If he barged through the Night Stalkers, grabbed the key from 'the Master' and ran for the door, he could be gone before they even touched him. The hell hounds didn't attempt to go for him, they simply stood and waited for him to make the first move.
The Doctor moved like lightning. He flew past 'Martha' and 'Sarah Jane' and charged at the Master, knocking him back. Only problem was, he hadn't counted on 'Jack' being stood so close. The Night Stalker grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and dragged him away from the fake 'Master'.
The Doctor cried out in agony as he was forced to the floor and all four Night Stalkers began a frenzied attack on him. They hit, kicked and bit him, all of their teeth drawing blood and making him gradually weaker. He struggled for all he was worth but he was greatly outnumbered by four creatures far more used to fighting and hurting others than he was. Finally seeing an opening, he reached out and took hold of 'Martha's' head and connected them together. His far greater mind easily overpowered the Nightcrawler's and the creature writhed in agony. It screamed in shock and fear and sprang away from the Doctor, losing its facade of Martha for a split second.
It's surprise and panic allowed the Doctor to scramble clear. He grinned at Jack and held out his hand, showing the evil creature the TARDIS key. He had somehow managed to snatch it from the 'Master' in all of the me'lee! He got up and raced to the TARDIS, leaning his head against it lovingly, relief flooding through him. The Crawlers regarded him, all of them snarling. 'Martha' had recovered and was showing him it's teeth, circling the TARDIS.
“Tell the Black Guardian, I have to decline his kind invitation!” The Doctor shouted, a big smile on his lips. Then, he put the key in the lock and turned it.
Nothing happened.
The Doctor frowned. He turned the key again. And again. Blind panic flooded through him, threatening to engulf him. What was going on?
“Donna!” He shouted, banging on the door. “Can you hear me?”
'Jack' laughed, his distorted face screwed up in delight.
“Is something wrong, Doctor?” He asked.
All four devils approached the Doctor, their crazed grins larger than ever.
“Stay away from me!” The Doctor yelled, backed up against the side of the TARDIS. His beloved ship that had turned against him the moment he had needed it most. He sobbed.
'Jack' took hold of him and swung him round, so he was facing his TARDIS.
“You're sanctuary, isn't it Doctor?”
'The Master' edged nearer, sneering.“All you have left of our home planet?”
“The only place you feel safe?” 'Martha' added, coldly.
“It doesn't want you anymore,” mocked 'Sarah Jane.' “Just like us. You've let us all down, Doctor. Including her.”
All of the Doctor's fight instantly left him. He placed his head against the TARDIS again, feeling that oh-so-familiar gentle hum, and cried. If he had lost his ship, he had nothing left. Is that why it had allowed the Black Guardian to take him in the first place?
“Perhaps it blames you for destroying Gallifrey, hero.” 'Jack' hissed.
“Please.” The Doctor whimpered.
“Only two words.” 'Martha' reminded him. “Just shout out his name. Do it now. And join us.”
The Doctor wouldn't. Oh, how he wanted too. Badly. He wanted the pain to end. But he could not give in to the Black Guardian. Whatever it cost him, he would not become a slave to evil. He was barely clinging onto his sanity anyway. Why did it matter what happened to him after this?
'Jack' shrugged. “You're choice, Doctor.”
He shoved the Doctor harder against the TARDIS. The Time Lord couldn't move, couldn't struggle. Then, the Crawler bit the Time Lord below his neck, drawing blood. This time, the Doctor didn't fight back. For this to happen to him, against the machine he had called home for as long as he could remember, was the final straw. The TARDIS was contaminated, and now so was he. It would hold nothing but horrific memories for him from now on, if he did live to ever get inside it again.
“Fancy our dance now, Mr Spock?” 'The being using Jack's face hissed in his ear.
The Doctor flinched at the fun memory it had stolen from him but didn't resist.
'Jack' furiously forced himself inside the Doctor, not bothering with any preparation. The Doctor screamed into the blackness. Oh, it hurt. Even more than the last time. The Night Crawler was taking him hard, wanting to cause the Gallifreyan as much pain as possible. Laughing happily, the hound pulled the Doctor away from the TARDIS whilst buried deep inside him and forced him to his knees. In one insane thought, it struck the Doctor how agile the Night Stalker must be.
'The Master' grabbed the Doctor's head and, much to the Time Lord's despair, shoved it's disgusting length into his mouth. The Doctor gagged at the hellish taste but knowing he had no choice, began to suck, as the Black Guardian had instructed him earlier.
“Open your eyes!”
The Doctor obeyed the Night Stalker and looked up into 'The Master's' face
“Use my name!” It hissed.
“Master.” The Doctor was now beyond devastation. This was total humiliation.
The other Night Stalkers were hooting in delight as the Doctor was devoured by the two hated monsters. Neither had the slightest concern for his body. 'Jack' continued to pump into him until finally and with a shriek of exhiliration, it reached it's climax.
“Lovely,” he hissed and patted the Doctor like a pet. He then bit into him again, draining him further. The Doctor whimpered. He wanted this to be over.
'The Master' followed soon after 'Jack', forcing the Doctor to swallow every drop of whatever foulness it was flooding down his throat, making him retch. They left him there, lying in the darkness, squirming in pain and disgust, the black around him turning crimson. The four creatures began to do a victory dance around their broken victim. The Doctor covered his ears, trying to shut them out.
Their screamed words could not be blocked however, no matter how hard he tried.
“Say his name! Say his name! Say his name! Say his name!”
The Doctor shook his head desperately. He would not say it. He would not.
That's when it happened. That's when they all heard the anguished scream of horror and despair. And at that moment, the darkness was lit up by the most brilliant, golden light. He was awestruck. The Doctor was sure he had never seen anything so beautiful in all of his lives.
At last, the light had defeated the dark. He was sure he could hear the Black Guardian's roar of fury ringing in his ears. He heard the death cries of the Night Crawlers as they were disintegrated by the power of the light.
As the light began to slowly fade away, he was sure he saw a figure of a woman in the centre of it. He smiled at her, though he couldn't see anything but her outline. Perhaps she was an angel? He listened intently, was she screaming? He could take the pain no longer and exhaustion took hold of him and he slumped forward, happily giving in to peaceful sleep.
He didn't know that the woman in the glowing light was crying out his name.
X
Donna's eyes landed on his unmoving form. Terror gripped her. He could not be gone!
After what seemed like endless night, she had finally found him and those creatures. She had managed to kill many of them on her journey there but these ones, they were beyond her darkest imagination. What they had been doing to him - torturing him, raping him. She had never seen anything so horrific. Her best friend had been pleading for mercy from these devils, desperate, crying into the dark.
She had never felt so much all-consuming hatred. The power in her hands had flooded through her and she had glowed more brightly than she could believe. She knew that she had killed those dogs and was pleased. These were hounds from Hell itself, they deserved to suffer for what they had done. As the light had died, she could clearly see the Doctor lying there, blood on his body as well as all around him. She checked her hands, the light was just a dull glow now. She had no time to waste.
With one agonised cry, she ran to him.
“DOCTOR!”
TBC
I hope some other people are reading nd enjoying this fic too. Of you would only let me know, otherwise, I don't think anyone is reading! Anyway.. here's chapter 3! Enjoy!
Chapter 3.
The Doctor stood perfectly still, not daring to move a muscle. He didn't care what the Black Guardian chose to do to him next, there was no way he was going to grovel at the bastard's feet!
The Black Guardian stared back at him, waiting.
“I said, on your knees, Doctor. Now.”
The Doctor shook his head. “You think you're going to make me worship you? Maybe you don't know me so well.”
The Black Guardian blinked. Then, he threw back his head and laughed. The noise made the Doctor jump. The Guardian's reaction surprised him and he despised to be caught out. He hoped his lack of understanding wasn't obvious to his enemy.
Unfortunately though, it was.
The Guardian, still chuckling, stepped forward.
“For such a universe-weary traveller, Doctor, a man known everywhere for his great wisdom and intellect; there still seems to be some matters in which you are utterly naive. I find it very,” he leant right in to the Doctor's face “alluring.”
The Doctor backed away. He was unnerved.
“What are you saying?” He barked back, sounding a lot more confident then he felt.
“I'm not asking for you to kneel before me and worship me, Time Lord. I want you to pleasure me. Physically.”
The Doctor was bewildered. Surely the Guardian didn't mean...?
“Are you telling me,” the evil man continued, gesturing to 'Sarah Jane', 'Jack' and 'Martha'“, "that after spending so much time in the company of these humans that they never wanted you? They are so well known for being slaves to their sexual urges, did they not give into those urges and take you? Devour you?"
“No, they didn't." The Doctor replied, quietly.
“Maybe it's about time we did,” The Night Stalker posing as Jack whispered. The Doctor glanced at it. Panic was growing inside of him.
“That really is just too bad for you,” The Guardian cooed, still clearly entertained. “You don't know what you have been missing. How long has it been Doctor? I mean, I know about your family on Gallifrey. She with the long golden hair, she that you kissed so lovingly, so young, so many years ahead for both of you. She who held you so tightly. You left her alone. You left them all.”
The Doctor didn't know what to say. Her. The woman he had loved more than anyone else in his far to long years. The most beautiful Time Lady, no – woman, he had ever known. She had given him a child, who had then produced a Grandchild but that was so long ago. He realised, to his pain, that he couldn't even remember her name.
“That was.. so many years.. I was so young..” He stared into the blackness, remembering the harmony of all those years ago.
“Yes,” purred the Guardian, his voice dripping with false sympathy.
“I can go anywhere,” he said softly, “but I can never go back and see her again.” Unable to control his guilt and grief, no longer wanting to fight the darkness trying to overwhelm him, the Doctor sank to his knees, much to the Guardian and his pets' glee.
The Black Guardian moved directly in front of the Doctor. "You are alone, Time Lord. Accept it. Now, do as I order of you."
The Time Lord stared up at him, face red, eyes watery. “I don't know how.”
He may as well have begged. He felt like nothing.
“You will work it out, Doctor. Now, begin.”
The Doctor reached into the Guardian's robes, feeling more sickened with every passing second. Was this really happening? He had been one of the most powerful beings in the universe, a Lord of Time. What had he become? A sex-slave for a being of pure evil. He grimaced when he found what he was looking for. He looked up at his captor again.
“Good,” the Guardian whispered. “Now, suck.”
The Doctor hesitated. The Guardian swiftly struck the Doctor hard across the face, knocking the Time Lord to the ground. “Do as I say!” He growled.
The Doctor pulled himself up, moving carefully forward to obey. He could hear the Night Stalkers, in the guises of the only family he had known of for a long time, screeching their glee.
At that moment, a lightness flared up deep inside him, stopping him in his tracks. It was very much like a screaming voice in his head, deploring him to stop, to think before he acted. It warmed him from his toes to the top of his head – and gave him the kick in the backside he so desperately needed.
“You are better than him. Fight.”
The voice – or was it his conscious? - was shouting at him. And he listened. Pushing the Guardian back, he pulled himself up, standing at his full height. He glared daggers at the Black Guardian, who was now the one struggling to regain his composure. The Night Stalkers were stunned into silence. Or perhaps the Guardian had momentarily lost his control of them? Either way, they stood like statues, waiting for instructions.
The Guardian grabbed the Doctor round the throat. The Time Lord merely smirked back at him.
“Kill me if you want too, Sir.” The Time Lord spat. “It's the only way you will ever have any power over me.”
“You dare to mock me, Gallifreyan? You stand there with your Time Lord arrogance, looking me in the eye? You are nothing!”
“Why should I fear you? I've beaten you twice before! You're no better than a dalek to me! Guardian, tell me. How's your search for that old elusive key to time going these days?”
As the Guardian seethed, the Doctor laughed, his eyes twinkling. He was acting more boldly than he actually felt but he was certainly putting on a good act. He just hoped he could keep it up. He refused to look at 'Martha' who had sidled up beside him and was touching him.
“You will give yourself to me, Time Lord! I will have you and your power!”
“No – you – won't!” The Doctor yelled back. Now, he was back in his comfort zone despite the never ending blackness surrounding him.
The Guardian had had enough. He marched straight up to the Doctor and eyeballed him. This time however, the Doctor didn't flinch.
“You think you know everything, Doctor. I've already proved you wrong today.”
The Doctor shrugged. “I'm a Time Lord. I don't need pleasures of the body. I prefer to join with someone emotionally and intelligently. I'm more concerned about what people have here-” he touched his head “-and that is a place, My Lord, where you are defiantly lacking.” A cheeky smile. “And, honestly? You're just not my type.”
The Guardian looked like he was ready to rip the teasing Time Lord apart. Something was stopping him. His plan and, more importantly, his pride. Killing the Doctor would mean that the Doctor had beaten him again. He would not let that happen.
Very slowly and painfully, he forced himself to smile. “Enjoy your moment of triumph, Doctor. I don't think it will last that long.”
The Doctor's smile faltered ever-so-slightly but he recovered quickly.
The Guardian had backed off a few paces. He gestured behind his prisoner as he told him; “I give you a choice, Gallifreyan.”
The Doctor spun around. He gasped. The TARDIS was stood only metres away from him. A few long strides and he'd be touching it. He looked back at the Guardian, unsure of his intentions.
“Your home, am I right, Time Lord? Where you feel safe?”
The Doctor didn't reply but gave his answer when he stared longingly at his ship again.
“Reach it, my friend, and you are free.”
The Doctor's eyes met the Guardian's. “You'll let me go?”
A cruel smile. “Get to the door. Open it and leave, Doctor. I can't stop you.”
“My clothes..” the Doctor stammered. “I don't have the key..”
“Doc-tor!” The Master was stood by the TARDIS. He was being his old chirpy self. And in the palm of his right hand was the TARDIS key. “Come and get it,” he teased the Doctor. His face was the stuff of nightmares. The same ghoulish smile that all the Night Stalkers had made the Master look simply devilish. He gave the Doctor the creeps more than any of the others did.
“Your choice, Time Lord,” The Guardian completed, “is simple. Choose freedom, if you can get to it and continue with your pointless, roaming existence. Or, should despair take you, simply call my name. And accept your destiny. I shall be waiting Doctor. Waiting for your call.”
And with one last smirk, he was gone.
The Doctor turned and stared at the TARDIS. His beloved time machine was so close. If he barged through the Night Stalkers, grabbed the key from 'the Master' and ran for the door, he could be gone before they even touched him. The hell hounds didn't attempt to go for him, they simply stood and waited for him to make the first move.
The Doctor moved like lightning. He flew past 'Martha' and 'Sarah Jane' and charged at the Master, knocking him back. Only problem was, he hadn't counted on 'Jack' being stood so close. The Night Stalker grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and dragged him away from the fake 'Master'.
The Doctor cried out in agony as he was forced to the floor and all four Night Stalkers began a frenzied attack on him. They hit, kicked and bit him, all of their teeth drawing blood and making him gradually weaker. He struggled for all he was worth but he was greatly outnumbered by four creatures far more used to fighting and hurting others than he was. Finally seeing an opening, he reached out and took hold of 'Martha's' head and connected them together. His far greater mind easily overpowered the Nightcrawler's and the creature writhed in agony. It screamed in shock and fear and sprang away from the Doctor, losing its facade of Martha for a split second.
It's surprise and panic allowed the Doctor to scramble clear. He grinned at Jack and held out his hand, showing the evil creature the TARDIS key. He had somehow managed to snatch it from the 'Master' in all of the me'lee! He got up and raced to the TARDIS, leaning his head against it lovingly, relief flooding through him. The Crawlers regarded him, all of them snarling. 'Martha' had recovered and was showing him it's teeth, circling the TARDIS.
“Tell the Black Guardian, I have to decline his kind invitation!” The Doctor shouted, a big smile on his lips. Then, he put the key in the lock and turned it.
Nothing happened.
The Doctor frowned. He turned the key again. And again. Blind panic flooded through him, threatening to engulf him. What was going on?
“Donna!” He shouted, banging on the door. “Can you hear me?”
'Jack' laughed, his distorted face screwed up in delight.
“Is something wrong, Doctor?” He asked.
All four devils approached the Doctor, their crazed grins larger than ever.
“Stay away from me!” The Doctor yelled, backed up against the side of the TARDIS. His beloved ship that had turned against him the moment he had needed it most. He sobbed.
'Jack' took hold of him and swung him round, so he was facing his TARDIS.
“You're sanctuary, isn't it Doctor?”
'The Master' edged nearer, sneering.“All you have left of our home planet?”
“The only place you feel safe?” 'Martha' added, coldly.
“It doesn't want you anymore,” mocked 'Sarah Jane.' “Just like us. You've let us all down, Doctor. Including her.”
All of the Doctor's fight instantly left him. He placed his head against the TARDIS again, feeling that oh-so-familiar gentle hum, and cried. If he had lost his ship, he had nothing left. Is that why it had allowed the Black Guardian to take him in the first place?
“Perhaps it blames you for destroying Gallifrey, hero.” 'Jack' hissed.
“Please.” The Doctor whimpered.
“Only two words.” 'Martha' reminded him. “Just shout out his name. Do it now. And join us.”
The Doctor wouldn't. Oh, how he wanted too. Badly. He wanted the pain to end. But he could not give in to the Black Guardian. Whatever it cost him, he would not become a slave to evil. He was barely clinging onto his sanity anyway. Why did it matter what happened to him after this?
'Jack' shrugged. “You're choice, Doctor.”
He shoved the Doctor harder against the TARDIS. The Time Lord couldn't move, couldn't struggle. Then, the Crawler bit the Time Lord below his neck, drawing blood. This time, the Doctor didn't fight back. For this to happen to him, against the machine he had called home for as long as he could remember, was the final straw. The TARDIS was contaminated, and now so was he. It would hold nothing but horrific memories for him from now on, if he did live to ever get inside it again.
“Fancy our dance now, Mr Spock?” 'The being using Jack's face hissed in his ear.
The Doctor flinched at the fun memory it had stolen from him but didn't resist.
'Jack' furiously forced himself inside the Doctor, not bothering with any preparation. The Doctor screamed into the blackness. Oh, it hurt. Even more than the last time. The Night Crawler was taking him hard, wanting to cause the Gallifreyan as much pain as possible. Laughing happily, the hound pulled the Doctor away from the TARDIS whilst buried deep inside him and forced him to his knees. In one insane thought, it struck the Doctor how agile the Night Stalker must be.
'The Master' grabbed the Doctor's head and, much to the Time Lord's despair, shoved it's disgusting length into his mouth. The Doctor gagged at the hellish taste but knowing he had no choice, began to suck, as the Black Guardian had instructed him earlier.
“Open your eyes!”
The Doctor obeyed the Night Stalker and looked up into 'The Master's' face
“Use my name!” It hissed.
“Master.” The Doctor was now beyond devastation. This was total humiliation.
The other Night Stalkers were hooting in delight as the Doctor was devoured by the two hated monsters. Neither had the slightest concern for his body. 'Jack' continued to pump into him until finally and with a shriek of exhiliration, it reached it's climax.
“Lovely,” he hissed and patted the Doctor like a pet. He then bit into him again, draining him further. The Doctor whimpered. He wanted this to be over.
'The Master' followed soon after 'Jack', forcing the Doctor to swallow every drop of whatever foulness it was flooding down his throat, making him retch. They left him there, lying in the darkness, squirming in pain and disgust, the black around him turning crimson. The four creatures began to do a victory dance around their broken victim. The Doctor covered his ears, trying to shut them out.
Their screamed words could not be blocked however, no matter how hard he tried.
“Say his name! Say his name! Say his name! Say his name!”
The Doctor shook his head desperately. He would not say it. He would not.
That's when it happened. That's when they all heard the anguished scream of horror and despair. And at that moment, the darkness was lit up by the most brilliant, golden light. He was awestruck. The Doctor was sure he had never seen anything so beautiful in all of his lives.
At last, the light had defeated the dark. He was sure he could hear the Black Guardian's roar of fury ringing in his ears. He heard the death cries of the Night Crawlers as they were disintegrated by the power of the light.
As the light began to slowly fade away, he was sure he saw a figure of a woman in the centre of it. He smiled at her, though he couldn't see anything but her outline. Perhaps she was an angel? He listened intently, was she screaming? He could take the pain no longer and exhaustion took hold of him and he slumped forward, happily giving in to peaceful sleep.
He didn't know that the woman in the glowing light was crying out his name.
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Donna's eyes landed on his unmoving form. Terror gripped her. He could not be gone!
After what seemed like endless night, she had finally found him and those creatures. She had managed to kill many of them on her journey there but these ones, they were beyond her darkest imagination. What they had been doing to him - torturing him, raping him. She had never seen anything so horrific. Her best friend had been pleading for mercy from these devils, desperate, crying into the dark.
She had never felt so much all-consuming hatred. The power in her hands had flooded through her and she had glowed more brightly than she could believe. She knew that she had killed those dogs and was pleased. These were hounds from Hell itself, they deserved to suffer for what they had done. As the light had died, she could clearly see the Doctor lying there, blood on his body as well as all around him. She checked her hands, the light was just a dull glow now. She had no time to waste.
With one agonised cry, she ran to him.
“DOCTOR!”
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