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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,662
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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.
Sooner or Later
Sooner or Later
by GylzGirl (Fantastik1973)
Rated: Adults Only
Disclaimer: Doctor Who is the property of the BBC. No infringement intended.
Summary: Nine/Rose. Just after his regeneration, the Ninth Doctor gets some advice from an old friend.
Soft. She was so soft beneath him. Soft and warm. She was like nothing he’d experienced in over 900 years of existence. She was unique in a universe full of wondrous things; a smile like a supernova, eyes like the Aurora Borealis, her touch like the pull of a black hole. How he wanted to be drawn into her, enveloped by her, devoured until he was a part of her. This simple human was the most precious thing in the universe. She was his reason and his light. She was the only home he had.
“Rose,” he whispered huskily into her hair, his voice strained with impending release. She gasped beneath him and clutched at his back. He smiled even as tears pricked at his eyes. They always found purchase with one another when faced with something overwhelming. He loved holding her hand as they dashed through one adventure after another. He loved how she clung to him when he drove her to the brink of ecstasy. Each was the anchor for the other. The proof that everything they endured was worth it to have more time together.
******
The Doctor landed hard on the floor of the console room. Shaking, he staggered to his knees and shut the door behind him. With a quiet whimper of pain, he reached for one of the railings. His blood-slicked hands made hauling himself to his feet even more of a challenge but eventually he managed it. He wove a dizzy path to the TARDIS console and began flipping switches and pressing buttons. He didn’t really have a destination as long as it was away from HERE. This incarnation was unlikely to be the one to see the end of this trip anyway.
He pushed a drooping curl out of his eyes. Maybe shorter hair next time. Stupid mop always getting in the way. He dropped to his knees with an audible moan. His head rested atop his arms on the console. The physical pain was starting to numb but that only made the other pain more pronounced. He was the last one. He was the last Time Lord, a society of immortals… down to him. He shouldn’t even be here. In a few more moments, he might not be. It wasn’t as if he could be certain that things would work the same without Gallifrey being out there, somewhere… somewhen… He might not even regenerate. His people would be truly extinct then. He sighed and it sounded of liquid. Not good. So little time. He snorted at the thought and fresh blood landed on the console. He reached a trembling hand out and struck one last button.
“It’s down to you now, old girl,” he said to the TARDIS. “We’re all that’s left of Gallifrey. We owe it to the others...” He dropped to the floor, lungs seizing against the blood that filled them. He felt one heart stop and knew that the other would not be far behind. “I’ll try not to leave you on your own…” His face froze in lifelessness.
If the TARDIS had breath to hold, that’s what it would have been doing.
Seconds later, a warm golden light spread over the Doctor’s whole body as the transformation began to take place. A relieved sounding whinge issued from the TARDIS’ rotor as it began pumping up and down, carrying the Doctor across the universe, toward help.
When the TARDIS landed, the Doctor opened his new eyes. He lifted a hand to his head. His hair was much shorter now and his head had stopped throbbing. Well, that’s two for me then. Ta. Looking at his hand again, he could see the blood had now dried and wondered vaguely how long he’d been out. Just long enough to wind up... He sat up and looked at the console.
“Where are we?”
The TARDIS door opened and his eyes widened in surprise. The TARDIS was not normally quite so interactive. Eyes misting up a little, he reached over and patted the console lovingly. “Sorry I worried you so much this time, old girl. I’ll try not to do it again.”
He pulled himself to his feet and wandered out the door. The sight that greeted him was somewhat familiar. The TARDIS had landed on the grounds of a very large house. It was definitely Earth; England, if he had to venture a guess, late twentieth to middle twenty-first century, judging by the style of the building. I know I’ve been here before. If I could only… Post-regenerative confusion was always the most irritating of states.
The TARDIS had materialized only a few feet from the door. The Doctor took that as a sign that he was meant to go in, not go wandering off somewhere. He ran a hand back through his newly shortened hair. He knew he looked an awful mess. He only hoped his face had transformed into something vaguely charming.
He covered the few paces to the door and knocked. It opened and an attractive older woman answered. She also looked familiar. He could only wonder what she made of him. His blazer was dirty and singed. His face and hands were streaked with dried blood. She blinked at him in surprise. “May I help you?”
He smiled tiredly. “I’m sorry. Haven’t we met before? I can’t quite place it.” He swayed on his feet a little and caught himself on her doorway. When he did, she saw a blue police box parked on her lawn.
Her eyes widened. “Alistair!” she yelled into the house. Before the Doctor knew what was happening, she was putting an arm around his waist for support.
“Doris, what’s wrong?” Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart jogged up the hallway in time to see his wife ushering a very strange-looking bloke into their house. “What on earth?!”
“Look outside,” she said.
He did and understanding flooded his features. He took over supporting the man and his wife strode off into the house. “I’ll fix up the spare room.”
“What’ve you done to yourself now, Doctor?”
The new Doctor smiled at his old friend. “Ah, Brigadier! Funny running into you here.” With that, his eyes rolled up and unconsciousness claimed him.
******
Their entwined fingers gripped each other tighter as pleasure surged through their bodies. Rose arched against him and that was all it took. That was all it ever took. He buried his face in her neck calling her name as he emptied himself within her. A few breaths later, he pulled back to look at her. Her face was still flush with orgasmic bliss. Her eyes were closed, the lids fluttering lightly. His hearts constricted with emotion at the beautiful vision before him. He lowered his face to her chest and licked the salty sweat from one of her breasts. Slowly, he worked his way to her nipple. She gasped again and began to stir. He felt himself harden within her.
******
The Doctor blinked his eyes open inside a cozily decorated bedroom. He sat up only to find Alistair regarding him in the doorway. “Something’s happened, hasn’t it? Apart from the usual, that is.”
He ran a hand over his new face. “Brigadier…”
“Alistair,” he corrected. “And we’ll talk later. Have a shower before you get Doris’ linens all dirty. Then come down for something to eat. We’ll talk after.” He left the Doctor to get ready.
Talk? About what? The war? That was when it clicked for him. The TARDIS brought me to a soldier... to talk about the war. He sighed. What a sentimental old thing she can be sometimes.
The Doctor walked into the bathroom and turned the water on hot. He stripped off his nearly ruined clothes and considered dumping them straight in the bin but, as he hadn’t brought anything clean in from the TARDIS, he just left them in a heap on the floor.
The steaming water felt wonderfully soothing surrounding his body. He looked down and watched the water carry the mud, blood and sweat from the war down the drain. Waste, he thought as he watched it. Isn’t that what the whole thing was at the end of it all? A terrible waste. Lives ruined. Planets destroyed. Whole species wiped out, some before they had ever existed. All the horrible things we saw. The horrible things we did… that I did. And all of it a waste. He braced his arms against the shower tile and began to cry. What was the fuckin’ point?!
Twenty minutes later, the Doctor padded naked into the bedroom. He found clean socks, jeans, a navy blue jumper and a black leather jacket laid out on the bed. On the floor sat a pair of black Doc Martens. Smiling, he toweled off and got dressed.
The wonderful smell of hot food greeted him when he opened the bedroom door. He made his way to the dining room where Alistair was already seated. Doris came in carrying a large bowl of salad and set it on the table. The Doctor caught her gently by the elbow and kissed her on the cheek.
She smiled. “What was that for, Doctor?”
“The hospitality.” He pulled on the front of his jumper. “Oh and these.”
“Keep them. They were my nephew’s and he’s too big for them any more.”
“Hey,” the Doctor protested in mock offense. “I’m a good sight taller than the last time you saw me.”
“True. But you could still stand to eat.”
“Well, I can hardly argue with that when the food smells this good.” He smiled and took his seat.
******
The Doctor was in awe of Rose; the way her golden hair caught and magnified even the dim light of his bedroom, the way her breasts bounced as she rode him, the look of exquisite concentration on her face as her eyes closed, biting her lower lip as though there was only one way this was going to work and she had to get it just right. His fingers made lazy trails on her passion-heated skin. His blue eyes scanned every inch of her glorious naked body, memorizing, freezing this one sweet moment in time.
******
The Doctor sipped his glass of brandy as he stood in front of the Brigadier’s fireplace.
“So,” Alistair said, sitting in his chair. “This has something to do with the Time War?”
The Doctor nearly choked. He set the glass on the mantel and took a seat opposite his friend. “How could you possibly know about that?”
“UNIT has heard rumblings for a year or so now. Intercepted transmissions. That sort of thing. We’ve put a few bits and pieces together but, not much more than that.”
“The war is over now.” He met his friends’ eyes gravely. “We lost. God Alistair, we completely lost.”
Alistair took a drink. “Unfortunately, that’s what usually happens in a war. Someone wins and someone loses. The idea that the right side always triumphs is a fairy tale.”
“I’m not even sure we were the right side. We started out that way. But… in the end we were just scrambling to survive.”
“That’s something that happens too.”
“And now I’m the last. The Time Lords. Gallifrey. It’s all gone. The most highly sophisticated society to ever exist and it was all destroyed by a bunch of barely sentient wads of bubble gum in bonded polycarbide rolling pepperpots! It’s so ridiculous.” He sighed, looking away. “And if I’d wiped them out when I’d had the chance, none of it would have happened.”
“Ah, I see. All your fault, is it?”
“Entirely.”
“And this is because you’re in charge of all things? Because you were the only one who fought in this war? Because nobody else ever had a chance to turn the tide?”
He turned an angry gaze on the Brigadier. “You don’t understand. I was there. I had the chance…”
“What I do understand is that there were many chances. There always are. Could you have done more? Almost certainly. But so could any one of a million others. You’re the genius, Doctor. Calculate the odds that everything in Dalek history would go exactly in such a way as to have this outcome. Then calculate the ways it could have gone wrong for them. You were only one of those ways, Doctor. You don’t deserve so much credit. If it serves you to punish yourself for meeting the most basic goal of war, getting through it alive, then go right ahead. But don’t come to me and expect me to condemn you. I won’t do it. And if you condemn yourself, you’re a fool.”
The Doctor’s throat was dry. “The things I did, Alistair…”
“You think I haven’t done things in battle that I didn’t imagine I could live with? Things that I could never in a million years have expected that I would have to do? But if you’re a soldier, you do them. And then you move on.” Alistair stood and put his hand on the Doctor’s shoulder. “I was lucky. I found Doris. She doesn’t know the details of what I’ve done in my life, but being at UNIT, she knows the situations I was put in. And she still looks at me and sees a good man, worthy of her love. Every day, I put one foot in front of the other and try again to be worth that trust. Maybe, if you had someone…”
“But I am alone!” he practically shouted as he stood. He then flushed with embarrassment.
“Rubbish,” Alistair smiled. “I’ve never known you to be alone for long. Find someone who thinks you’re fantastic, Doctor. Sooner or later, you may just start to believe it yourself again, too.”
******
Rose cuddled against the Doctor’s side, smiling against his skin.
“Oi, sleepy girl, what’s this? Don’t tell me you’re tired yet.”
She managed to crack open one droopy eye. “What can I say? I’m only human.” She smiled. “You alien sex freak.” She laughed and then kissed his chest.
He chalked that laugh up on his Favorite Rose Noises list and grinned down on her. “Rose,” he whined playfully. “Come on, Rose. Wake up!”
“Can’t.” She hugged him tighter. “Too sleepy. Tell you what. So long as you don’t wake me up, knock yourself out, Marathon Man.”
He thought about this a minute, then took to toying with her hair. “Nah. That’s not nearly so much fun.”
“That’s my good boy.” In seconds, she was sound asleep. He lay awake in the dark just drinking in the sight of her. Not for the first time, he was glad that Time Lords needed far less sleep than most other humanoid species. He hated to think of the hours he’d have missed with her should he have been sleeping. She sighed in her sleep. He smiled. No dream could compare.
The End
by GylzGirl (Fantastik1973)
Rated: Adults Only
Disclaimer: Doctor Who is the property of the BBC. No infringement intended.
Summary: Nine/Rose. Just after his regeneration, the Ninth Doctor gets some advice from an old friend.
Soft. She was so soft beneath him. Soft and warm. She was like nothing he’d experienced in over 900 years of existence. She was unique in a universe full of wondrous things; a smile like a supernova, eyes like the Aurora Borealis, her touch like the pull of a black hole. How he wanted to be drawn into her, enveloped by her, devoured until he was a part of her. This simple human was the most precious thing in the universe. She was his reason and his light. She was the only home he had.
“Rose,” he whispered huskily into her hair, his voice strained with impending release. She gasped beneath him and clutched at his back. He smiled even as tears pricked at his eyes. They always found purchase with one another when faced with something overwhelming. He loved holding her hand as they dashed through one adventure after another. He loved how she clung to him when he drove her to the brink of ecstasy. Each was the anchor for the other. The proof that everything they endured was worth it to have more time together.
******
The Doctor landed hard on the floor of the console room. Shaking, he staggered to his knees and shut the door behind him. With a quiet whimper of pain, he reached for one of the railings. His blood-slicked hands made hauling himself to his feet even more of a challenge but eventually he managed it. He wove a dizzy path to the TARDIS console and began flipping switches and pressing buttons. He didn’t really have a destination as long as it was away from HERE. This incarnation was unlikely to be the one to see the end of this trip anyway.
He pushed a drooping curl out of his eyes. Maybe shorter hair next time. Stupid mop always getting in the way. He dropped to his knees with an audible moan. His head rested atop his arms on the console. The physical pain was starting to numb but that only made the other pain more pronounced. He was the last one. He was the last Time Lord, a society of immortals… down to him. He shouldn’t even be here. In a few more moments, he might not be. It wasn’t as if he could be certain that things would work the same without Gallifrey being out there, somewhere… somewhen… He might not even regenerate. His people would be truly extinct then. He sighed and it sounded of liquid. Not good. So little time. He snorted at the thought and fresh blood landed on the console. He reached a trembling hand out and struck one last button.
“It’s down to you now, old girl,” he said to the TARDIS. “We’re all that’s left of Gallifrey. We owe it to the others...” He dropped to the floor, lungs seizing against the blood that filled them. He felt one heart stop and knew that the other would not be far behind. “I’ll try not to leave you on your own…” His face froze in lifelessness.
If the TARDIS had breath to hold, that’s what it would have been doing.
Seconds later, a warm golden light spread over the Doctor’s whole body as the transformation began to take place. A relieved sounding whinge issued from the TARDIS’ rotor as it began pumping up and down, carrying the Doctor across the universe, toward help.
When the TARDIS landed, the Doctor opened his new eyes. He lifted a hand to his head. His hair was much shorter now and his head had stopped throbbing. Well, that’s two for me then. Ta. Looking at his hand again, he could see the blood had now dried and wondered vaguely how long he’d been out. Just long enough to wind up... He sat up and looked at the console.
“Where are we?”
The TARDIS door opened and his eyes widened in surprise. The TARDIS was not normally quite so interactive. Eyes misting up a little, he reached over and patted the console lovingly. “Sorry I worried you so much this time, old girl. I’ll try not to do it again.”
He pulled himself to his feet and wandered out the door. The sight that greeted him was somewhat familiar. The TARDIS had landed on the grounds of a very large house. It was definitely Earth; England, if he had to venture a guess, late twentieth to middle twenty-first century, judging by the style of the building. I know I’ve been here before. If I could only… Post-regenerative confusion was always the most irritating of states.
The TARDIS had materialized only a few feet from the door. The Doctor took that as a sign that he was meant to go in, not go wandering off somewhere. He ran a hand back through his newly shortened hair. He knew he looked an awful mess. He only hoped his face had transformed into something vaguely charming.
He covered the few paces to the door and knocked. It opened and an attractive older woman answered. She also looked familiar. He could only wonder what she made of him. His blazer was dirty and singed. His face and hands were streaked with dried blood. She blinked at him in surprise. “May I help you?”
He smiled tiredly. “I’m sorry. Haven’t we met before? I can’t quite place it.” He swayed on his feet a little and caught himself on her doorway. When he did, she saw a blue police box parked on her lawn.
Her eyes widened. “Alistair!” she yelled into the house. Before the Doctor knew what was happening, she was putting an arm around his waist for support.
“Doris, what’s wrong?” Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart jogged up the hallway in time to see his wife ushering a very strange-looking bloke into their house. “What on earth?!”
“Look outside,” she said.
He did and understanding flooded his features. He took over supporting the man and his wife strode off into the house. “I’ll fix up the spare room.”
“What’ve you done to yourself now, Doctor?”
The new Doctor smiled at his old friend. “Ah, Brigadier! Funny running into you here.” With that, his eyes rolled up and unconsciousness claimed him.
******
Their entwined fingers gripped each other tighter as pleasure surged through their bodies. Rose arched against him and that was all it took. That was all it ever took. He buried his face in her neck calling her name as he emptied himself within her. A few breaths later, he pulled back to look at her. Her face was still flush with orgasmic bliss. Her eyes were closed, the lids fluttering lightly. His hearts constricted with emotion at the beautiful vision before him. He lowered his face to her chest and licked the salty sweat from one of her breasts. Slowly, he worked his way to her nipple. She gasped again and began to stir. He felt himself harden within her.
******
The Doctor blinked his eyes open inside a cozily decorated bedroom. He sat up only to find Alistair regarding him in the doorway. “Something’s happened, hasn’t it? Apart from the usual, that is.”
He ran a hand over his new face. “Brigadier…”
“Alistair,” he corrected. “And we’ll talk later. Have a shower before you get Doris’ linens all dirty. Then come down for something to eat. We’ll talk after.” He left the Doctor to get ready.
Talk? About what? The war? That was when it clicked for him. The TARDIS brought me to a soldier... to talk about the war. He sighed. What a sentimental old thing she can be sometimes.
The Doctor walked into the bathroom and turned the water on hot. He stripped off his nearly ruined clothes and considered dumping them straight in the bin but, as he hadn’t brought anything clean in from the TARDIS, he just left them in a heap on the floor.
The steaming water felt wonderfully soothing surrounding his body. He looked down and watched the water carry the mud, blood and sweat from the war down the drain. Waste, he thought as he watched it. Isn’t that what the whole thing was at the end of it all? A terrible waste. Lives ruined. Planets destroyed. Whole species wiped out, some before they had ever existed. All the horrible things we saw. The horrible things we did… that I did. And all of it a waste. He braced his arms against the shower tile and began to cry. What was the fuckin’ point?!
Twenty minutes later, the Doctor padded naked into the bedroom. He found clean socks, jeans, a navy blue jumper and a black leather jacket laid out on the bed. On the floor sat a pair of black Doc Martens. Smiling, he toweled off and got dressed.
The wonderful smell of hot food greeted him when he opened the bedroom door. He made his way to the dining room where Alistair was already seated. Doris came in carrying a large bowl of salad and set it on the table. The Doctor caught her gently by the elbow and kissed her on the cheek.
She smiled. “What was that for, Doctor?”
“The hospitality.” He pulled on the front of his jumper. “Oh and these.”
“Keep them. They were my nephew’s and he’s too big for them any more.”
“Hey,” the Doctor protested in mock offense. “I’m a good sight taller than the last time you saw me.”
“True. But you could still stand to eat.”
“Well, I can hardly argue with that when the food smells this good.” He smiled and took his seat.
******
The Doctor was in awe of Rose; the way her golden hair caught and magnified even the dim light of his bedroom, the way her breasts bounced as she rode him, the look of exquisite concentration on her face as her eyes closed, biting her lower lip as though there was only one way this was going to work and she had to get it just right. His fingers made lazy trails on her passion-heated skin. His blue eyes scanned every inch of her glorious naked body, memorizing, freezing this one sweet moment in time.
******
The Doctor sipped his glass of brandy as he stood in front of the Brigadier’s fireplace.
“So,” Alistair said, sitting in his chair. “This has something to do with the Time War?”
The Doctor nearly choked. He set the glass on the mantel and took a seat opposite his friend. “How could you possibly know about that?”
“UNIT has heard rumblings for a year or so now. Intercepted transmissions. That sort of thing. We’ve put a few bits and pieces together but, not much more than that.”
“The war is over now.” He met his friends’ eyes gravely. “We lost. God Alistair, we completely lost.”
Alistair took a drink. “Unfortunately, that’s what usually happens in a war. Someone wins and someone loses. The idea that the right side always triumphs is a fairy tale.”
“I’m not even sure we were the right side. We started out that way. But… in the end we were just scrambling to survive.”
“That’s something that happens too.”
“And now I’m the last. The Time Lords. Gallifrey. It’s all gone. The most highly sophisticated society to ever exist and it was all destroyed by a bunch of barely sentient wads of bubble gum in bonded polycarbide rolling pepperpots! It’s so ridiculous.” He sighed, looking away. “And if I’d wiped them out when I’d had the chance, none of it would have happened.”
“Ah, I see. All your fault, is it?”
“Entirely.”
“And this is because you’re in charge of all things? Because you were the only one who fought in this war? Because nobody else ever had a chance to turn the tide?”
He turned an angry gaze on the Brigadier. “You don’t understand. I was there. I had the chance…”
“What I do understand is that there were many chances. There always are. Could you have done more? Almost certainly. But so could any one of a million others. You’re the genius, Doctor. Calculate the odds that everything in Dalek history would go exactly in such a way as to have this outcome. Then calculate the ways it could have gone wrong for them. You were only one of those ways, Doctor. You don’t deserve so much credit. If it serves you to punish yourself for meeting the most basic goal of war, getting through it alive, then go right ahead. But don’t come to me and expect me to condemn you. I won’t do it. And if you condemn yourself, you’re a fool.”
The Doctor’s throat was dry. “The things I did, Alistair…”
“You think I haven’t done things in battle that I didn’t imagine I could live with? Things that I could never in a million years have expected that I would have to do? But if you’re a soldier, you do them. And then you move on.” Alistair stood and put his hand on the Doctor’s shoulder. “I was lucky. I found Doris. She doesn’t know the details of what I’ve done in my life, but being at UNIT, she knows the situations I was put in. And she still looks at me and sees a good man, worthy of her love. Every day, I put one foot in front of the other and try again to be worth that trust. Maybe, if you had someone…”
“But I am alone!” he practically shouted as he stood. He then flushed with embarrassment.
“Rubbish,” Alistair smiled. “I’ve never known you to be alone for long. Find someone who thinks you’re fantastic, Doctor. Sooner or later, you may just start to believe it yourself again, too.”
******
Rose cuddled against the Doctor’s side, smiling against his skin.
“Oi, sleepy girl, what’s this? Don’t tell me you’re tired yet.”
She managed to crack open one droopy eye. “What can I say? I’m only human.” She smiled. “You alien sex freak.” She laughed and then kissed his chest.
He chalked that laugh up on his Favorite Rose Noises list and grinned down on her. “Rose,” he whined playfully. “Come on, Rose. Wake up!”
“Can’t.” She hugged him tighter. “Too sleepy. Tell you what. So long as you don’t wake me up, knock yourself out, Marathon Man.”
He thought about this a minute, then took to toying with her hair. “Nah. That’s not nearly so much fun.”
“That’s my good boy.” In seconds, she was sound asleep. He lay awake in the dark just drinking in the sight of her. Not for the first time, he was glad that Time Lords needed far less sleep than most other humanoid species. He hated to think of the hours he’d have missed with her should he have been sleeping. She sighed in her sleep. He smiled. No dream could compare.
The End