Author's Note: I wrote this forever back ago- that's proper English, I swear. And I have just a bit left to finish. With break coming up, I figured I'd get this story out there.
Rose settled in a short length from his feet, the thick webbing on her leg pulling taunt. "How're you today, mate?" She gave her best smile, and brushed her mud-caked hair back. She had finally given in and used the filth to her advantage, taking a handful of her hair and wrapping it around a larger portion of blonde locks in the back, sort of a natural ponytail. She wiped her grimy fingers across her pants, trying to get them to a state that would be considered by a mole as somewhat clean. She looked down at her shredded jeans, sighing and blowing a stray hair from her face. Her hands throbbed from the new calluses and her back ached from the lifting and carrying.
There was a body that was stretched arm and leg across a wicked looking series of thin pale tubes with red blood in them, then thicker tubes pumping a clear fluid were riddled all over his body. Long stringy cords held him up. The body shifted slightly, and Rose heard him take a wheezing breath, his chest laboring to fill his lungs. "Fantastic. Never been better, you?"
Rose's smile wavered. "Oh yeah. I'm just…fantastic." She tilted her head towards her shoulder, hoping he'd look up, even just a moment.
The pale shade of his skin and the shivering that took him at times made her wonder if this wasn't going to be the end of both of them. His flesh was dirty, like hers, his hair, what little he had, was thick with brown-ish green mud.
The dank room that surrounded them was something Rose couldn't quite understand, a smelly wet hole in the ground…and yet the technology stored down here was absolutely astounding. Threading through the slick-mossy walls were all sorts of wires and cables. Huge computers sat snuggly pressed against the damp sides of dirt, laboratories were nestled in among the thick slime of the walls.
Rose got to her feet, pulling at the gummy webbing that tied her ankle back to the tiny hole where she was expected to sleep. She didn't get any farther than she was able to before, her fingers just brushed his shoulder. Her light, desperate touch seemed to bring him back to this dim little world.
The Doctor's brilliant eyes blinked up at her, and his drawn face made an effort to give his typical toothy grin. He didn't manage to comfort with the smile at all.
A thin drool of liquid dripped from the ceiling and slathered his back while Rose watched. He immediately pulled a face and tried to shake it off, but Rose couldn't get close enough to help and she felt a small desperate smile pull her upper-lip. If it hadn't been so sad, she might have even giggled.
A tug on the webbing cord around her leg jerked her off her feet. She landed on her knees and struggled to stand again, obviously being dragged somewhere. "I-I've gotta go. I'll be back tomorrow, yeah?"
"Yeah." Was his only response, his fire-blue eyes locking on the floor again as Rose glanced at him while she was dragged away to attempt some other soul crushing task.
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