A/N: Hi all! Hope you like! please leave reviews and let me know what you think! I do not own Doctor Who! That distinct honor belongs to the BBC and Russell T. Davies (and don't we all hate them for it?)
WARNING!! Non-consensual, rather graphic, disturbing situation depicted!! (Don't say I didn't warn you)
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"Here we are! Good old Earth, just the place for you to do a spot of shopping while I fix the old girl up. You can't fall thousands of feet into a planet's core without suffering some damage, can you, my lovely?" he crooned to the TARDIS.
Rose rolled her eyes at his behavior, but she really did need to do some shopping. She circled around the console to stand beside him and wrapped an arm around him, giving him a gentle squeeze.
"See you in a few hours, yeah?" she asked softly.
"I'll call. We can meet up and get chips," said the Doctor, grinning down at her before pressing a light kiss against her forehead.
Grinning up at him, Rose planted a quick kiss on his cheek before bouncing out the TARDIS doors.
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Rose wandered down the rather deserted street, waiting for the Doctor to phone. She glanced down at the bag in her hand, all the essentials for another month or so on the TARDIS, distilled into a few simple items: toothpaste, razors, shampoo, tampons, some new makeup...yeah, she had everything.
She thought back to their most recent adventure, remembering the words the Beast had spoken of her. 'So soon to die in battle,' she shuddered. So lost in her train of thought was she that she didn't notice the area she was walking through getting more rundown, the buildings shabbier, the street darker.
Suddenly, her arm was grabbed roughly from the side, and she was dragged forcefully into an alley. She struggled, trying to push off her attacker, and got flung into the wall for her troubles. Her head cracked against the brick, and stars burst in front of her eyes. She felt something warm running down her neck, and realized it was blood.
"Pretty thing like you shouldn't be walking alone at night. I'm helping to teach you to stay safe," hissed a voice in her ear. She tried to shove him away, but the blow to her head had scrambled her wits.
He chuckled at her pitiful efforts and pushed her to the ground, kneeling over her. She struck out with her fist and caught him on the chin, and he snarled angrily, catching one of her hands in his and forcing it above her head. Before he could catch the other she lashed out, raking her fingers down his cheek. Rising up slightly, he slapped her hard across the face, causing her head to knock once more against the pavement. He caught her free hand and pinned it with the other, even as his other hand traveled lower.
She whimpered when he brushed the skin just below the hem of her skirt lightly, then in a sudden move shoved it up around her hips.
She felt him, pulsing hotly against her thigh, and she writhed, trying to free herself. He shoved a knee between her legs, parting them forcefully, and she whimpered in fear. He grabbed her knickers and ripped them off her body, the cold air hitting her hard.
She screamed then, long and loud. "DOCTOR! HELP ME!"
With a snarl, her attacker backhanded her again, almost knocking her out with the force of the hit.
She lay, unable to resist, mumbling under her breath. "No…please, please stop…Doctor, where are you?"
The man leaned down and whispered in her ear, his fetid breath clogging her nose, "If it's a doctor you want, I'd be more than happy to examine you." He shoved upwards with his hips and roughly entered her, covering her mouth with his free hand to stifle her screams.
When he was finished, he stood over her still form, slightly curled around herself. "This is for punching me," he kicked her brutally in the stomach. "This is for scratching me," he kicked her in the chest hard enough that she felt and heard ribs crack, "And this, this is for being a filthy slut and bringing this on yourself." He kicked her in the side of the head, hard. She whimpered, and he laughed cruelly before turning and walking away, wiping his hands on a cloth he pulled from one of his pockets.
Rose shivered, it was cold, so cold. She couldn't think, it was cold and she hurt too much. Her head swam and throbbed. Where was the Doctor? Why didn't he come?
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The Doctor sat under the TARDIS console, completely absorbed. He had already fixed the major damage from the fall, but had been sidetracked by some connections that he just HAD to tinker with.
The TARDIS brushed against his mind, bringing him out of his reverie, and he realised it had been hours. He glanced at his watch and frowned. Five hours? FIVE? And Rose hadn't called him or come back? Something wasn't right about this. He grabbed the phone on the console and dialed, it rang shrilly in his ear for about thirty seconds before being diverted to message bank. Too worried now to be bothered leaving a message, the Doctor ran out the door, pulling out his sonic screwdriver as he went.
He quickly calibrated it to track her phone signal and ran through the dark streets towards her. Unlike Rose before him, he noticed the type of neighborhood it was, and his concern and fear spiked.
He was almost at the signal when he saw light glinting off plastic – Rose's cell phone. It was lying on the ground, open and oddly forlorn looking.
The Doctor's hearts stopped. He ran to the phone, grabbing it off the ground. He was standing up when he heard it. So soft that if it had been anyone else they wouldn't have heard it, it was a combination moan and sob.
He turned, feeling as if he was moving in slow motion. The pale moonlight that filtered down between the buildings, just barely illuminating the scene. Rose was leaning against a wall, surrounded by rubbish, her skirt torn, her face bruised. Almost before he saw her, he was running, dropping to his knees beside her.
"Rose? Rose, can you hear me?" he took her face gently between his hands, carefully studying the bruising pattern. She was cool to the touch, but breathing. He drew his hand away when he felt the tacky wetness on her neck, and swore violently when he saw the blood.
"Doctor?" whispered Rose, her voice cracking.
"I'm here, Rose, I'm right here," he said softly, squeezing her hand gently in his.
"It hurts, Doctor," she whispered, the words slurred.
"Hold on, sweetheart. I'm gonna get you home," he told her softly, wrapping her in his jacket and carefully lifting her in his arms.
"No, please," she whispered, terror filling her voice.
"Rose, I have to. I can't help you here," he told her, tried to explain.
"Not home! What would I say to mum?" asked Rose, terrified.
"Oh, Rose," breathed the Doctor, realising what she thought. "I meant home to the TARDIS," he explained softly.
She relaxed slightly at his words, her head leaning against his shoulder. He felt her tears soaking into his shirt, and held her closer, pulling the jacket more firmly around her.
He ran back through the streets, cursing himself for a fool. He had been too preoccupied to notice the passage of time, to realise that something was wrong, and she had been hurt because of it, hurt on the one planet where he had truly felt it was safe to let her go out alone.
Rose curled in the Doctor's arms, the pain in her body immense. She knew he felt guilty and wanted to alleviate it, but didn't know what to say. It wasn't his fault but she didn't know how to convince him of that fact. She moaned in pain when he accidentally jostled her, and he apologised swiftly.
"Nearly there," he whispered soothingly as he carefully unlocked the doors to the TARDIS. He carried her inside and went straight to the medlab, which the TARDIS had moved to be right next to the control room.
He carefully set her down on the examination couch and stepped back slightly, taking a good look at her for the first time. She was covered in bruises, the ones that caught his attention the most decorated her inner thighs. Rage burned in his hearts at what those bruises told him of what had been done to her.
"Oh, Rose," he whispered softly.
"Doctor," groaned Rose, trying to turn her head towards him, but stopped with a whimper of pain.
He immediately stepped up beside her. "I'm here, sweetheart, I'm right here. Where does it hurt?"
"Everywhere," she whimpered.
The Doctor reached up to a shelf and grabbed something. "Breathe through this, Rose," he told her, placing the medicine whistle between her lips. "It'll help with the pain."
Rose sucked greedily, the penthrane quickly numbing the pain.
The Doctor waited until her face relaxed slightly, then cupped her cheek gently with his palm.
"Rose, I have to examine you, so I can see what needs fixing," he told her softly. Her eyes met his, trust and pain in equal measure, and his hearts almost broke. She nodded slightly, once, and lay back, breathing deeply through the whistle.