When all goes wrong:
a/n: Basically, a reason for me to whump the SHIT out of Ten.
Yes, trigger warning this probably won't be for the kind hearted or for my friend who can't even bare the smell of blood. Also there will be some implications to an intense romantic relationship and you know… the thing people do to breed. (yes I can actually say that word and someday I might actually write some smut but if someone just walks in as I'm writing this and just sees that particular word, people tend to do just that, without any context they are gonna give me some strange looks.)
Disclaimer: after I've played with (RTD's no, Moffat's NO!) Chris Chibnall's toy's. I will put them back where I found them. I DO NOT make any money out of this, and this is for my own entertainment, YES entertainment. imagine only if they were mine... oh boy
i hope there aren't many grammar or just general mistakes.
and please! puh-lease review!
ok normally i don't ask this but up until now i've only gotten a few reviews, like one for each story and if i don't get feedback I can't improve...
Or maybe i'm already perfect XD 'inner voice': "lol no :D))"
He pressed his ear against the wall, hoping, praying that he would be able to hear her. But to no use. The breach had been closed. If he was quick maybe he could send a message through, but he'd have to make numerus calculations. Even the sonic would take months, and he didn't have months, he merely had a few weeks one month tops. He turned away from the wall. Slowly walking over to the door. Not registering the loud clang of several pairs of boots quickly approaching him. Only when they marched through the door and trained their guns on his chest did he realize that he was in trouble.
He raised his hands to rest on the top of his head. Looking around through sad eyes.
"You are The Doctor? Confirm?"
"Woah! Don't get your knickers in a twist! Doctor who?" he smirked to himself, he'd always wanted to say that, only in the company of Rose. His grin faltered and his neutral mask slipped back on.
"Scan him!" the apparent leader ordered, one of them took out a small white device and held it to the doctor's chest, holding it still for a few seconds then examining the readouts on the small screen.
The doctor tried to wiggle, to at least make it as hard as possible for them to find out his identity.
"Respiratory bypass system detected. Gallifreyan physiology confirmed, sir."
The doctor sighed, so much for that idea. Two soldiers grabbed The Doctor from behind. Pinning his arms behind his back.
"Well then! This has all the makings of my lucky day." one of the soldiers smirked at him and extended his hand. He had a red beret instead of the standard black one, indicating he was the commander of the little squad. And the one to give the order to scan him, The Doctor assumed.
"Come on! I thought you'd be polite." The commander said, pulling his hand back to rest at his side.
-"Well I'm a bit preoccupied right now." The Doctor cocked his head to the side, indicating the soldiers behind that now had cuffed his hands behind his back.
-"Oh well, maybe next time. Torchwood two commander, and you are the fabled Doctor! I thought you'd be a bit more…impressive." The commander added.
-"Sorry to disappoint you, sir. I do like this body, still not ginger though, just a bit rude, I like rude. So anyway… torchwood two, eh? Where are you guys based then?"
-"That will remain confidential."
"Yeah! thought so. Talk about rude!" The doctor scowled.
The commander leaned in to The Doctor so they were face to face. -"Please do shut up or you will be silenced by force." He warned, way to smug for The Doctor's liking.
He took his walkie-talkie from his belt and activated it. "We found him, ma'am. He's restrained, you can come up, we're at the top floor."
-"You know what? since we're being rude, I'm gonna talk all day. I can talk all I want and what could you do about it- AHW!" Stars danced behind his eyes when one of the soldiers hit him quite viciously on the back of the head with the barrel of a gun, after the commander had apparently given them an order to do so.
He found himself on his knees when he regained his senses a bit more. He blinked a few times and saw the commander inches from his face
-"Play time's over Doctor, this time won't be so comfortable, Ivonne Hartman was soft. torchwood two is a bit less…let's just say… forgiving." Adding the last few words smugly to his sentence he righted himself, just as a frail woman on high heels, wearing a standard office attire came through the door, guarded by two soldiers. She had blonde hair that was bound together in a bun on the back of her head, she looked really clean and professional, with sharp features to top it all off. The Doctor could feel his guts clenching together at the sight of this woman, something about her smoothness set of an alarm bell in the back of his head.
Next to her stood a much younger woman in a white lab coat. The Doctor's stomach lurched, this was exactly what he had been fearing, a numb looking scientist in a lab coat. They came to a halt in front of the commander, who had his back to The Doctor.
"We got him, ma'am. Shall I give orders to prepare the transport?"
-"Yes, go ahead I will have a word with our Doctor friend here." She nodded towards the Doctor, who was still kneeled on the ground, lightly swaying back and forth to relief the pressure on his already aching knees.
He cleared his throat, trying in vain to lighten the mood for, well, mainly himself.
"Your 'friend' is right here." He said sarcastically, looking at her from underneath his fringe. "And I only let real friends call me 'Doctor'."
"Oh, Doctor! Darling, how are you? feeling all right I hope? After what happened with your friend, I didn't know what to expect." To the doctor's dread, and anger… she sounded genuine, and the mask of neutral cheekiness nearly slipped of his face thinking about Rose.
He lurched towards her, blinding anger driving him to stand up and come face to face with this unknown woman, his hands still cuffed behind his back. Before he could have done anything the soldiers that had cuffed him earlier grabbed him and slammed him into a desk, his face pressing into the wood. He turned his head -as much as he could- to look at the woman.
Just for a second he saw an evil grin cross her face, as if she was already celebrating, she knew she had struck a chord with him. Then he made a decision, he would not stop fighting them, no matter what, they could try all the wanted, he wasn't going to give in any time soon.
-"Oh, dear, stay calm! we can't have that." Tutting with her finger she came a step closer.
"She's save, better without me. And if you ever talk about her again!" The Doctor grated.
"Oh dear, that's a complex you got there." She swiftly took another step closer to him and motioned the soldiers to make him stand up.
He was hauled to his feet, his back standing tall and proud. He looked around, then at the young doctor that had been dragged into this.
In the blink of an eye, the unknown woman had grabbed his chin between her thumb and index finger, forcing him to make eye contact. He looked into her icy blue eyes and found absolutely nothing, usually he could always see, in some way, some sort of emotion but all he could see was a void looking at his shining brown eyes.
His lip was split and bleeding, one of his eyes was throbbing, as was one of his cheeks. With the force he had been slammed into that desk he expected to get some nice bruising accompanying his split lip tomorrow morning.
"Sorry dear, gotta do the officials and stuff… from this moment you are official property of the British empire, and arrested in the name of queen Victoria." She straightened her jacket and folded her hands behind her back, clasping them there.
"Oooooh. queen Vicky? Didn't know she was that serious when she commanded me never to return…uh no chance I can just go now? I think I left the stove on…"
"bit of a cheeky one are you, dearie? oh don't worry I'll turn the stove off if you want me to." The Doctor raised an eyebrow at that, what did she mean by that? She couldn't enter the TARDIS? could she? If they were trying to get in to her via him, than they would NEVER see her beautiful interior.
"and how exactly do you think to get to said stove?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"I have my wicked ways, plus we'll have plenty of time to get acquainted in the morning, when you've settled into your new home." She smirked, and expression The Doctor didn't like much.
She turned around and seemed to be heading for the door, two of the guards following her. The younger woman came a few steps closer, she looked scared of him, something he hated to see in humans. Fear, being scared of something they didn't know, or something -or someone- that was totally misunderstood. One of the still remaining guards gave her something, something he couldn't see. she placed it on the desk. He heard the faint klick of a lock opening and listened to what she was doing with the newly opened….box? He could have a good guess but there was no point directly jumping to conclusions.
"Hold it" he hadn't been expecting that! The two remaining guards held him even tighter. He started struggling, because he knew what THAT meant. He saw her in the corner of his sight, coming closer with a syringe, filled with a clear liquid. He cried out lightly when the needle was jabbed roughly into his arm, directly entering his bloodstream. They hadn't even bothered to roll up his sleeve. He felt his double hearts pump the tranquilizing fluid rapidly through his whole system. The guards loosened their grip a bit and he got free. He stumbled and started running as fast he could to the door. He heard the guards laughing at him. He knew he wouldn't be able to escape but he could always try. His limbs started weighing heavier and his sight started blurring. At that point his right leg gave out underneath him and he fell to the floor. All he could do was crawl to get to the door. Turning his head, He saw several black blobs approaching but could do nothing about it. turning so he was on his back, he started shuffling backwards to, well, do anything to get himself away from them.
He felt the hard surface of one of walls on his back, blocking him. His sight now was nothing more than a nausea inducing, swaying blur of light and shadows, just black and white. He heard echoes of voices, presumably coming from the guards that now were casually walking over to him.
Just then he saw the one he had wanted to see, his companion of pink and yellow. A single tear slid down his bruised cheek. Every passing second he felt weaker and weaker, like a lightbulb that was slowly losing power.
She was leaning over him. Just like she always did, when he couldn't sleep at night or had a nightmare.
she always soothed him, that was what she did.
"It's ok Doctor now sleep, I'll be with you, always." She kissed him lightly. He looked cute as always, even better with his hair in a mess after their late night activities. The thin layer of sweat on his forehead and shoulders shone a little in the light of the bedside table lamp. She stroked his hair, pulling him close. Their last adventure had taken a big tole on him and he'd probably be seeing the nightmares of nearly losing Rose sometime soon. She pulled the covers higher over their bare bodies, making sure he wouldn't get cold and snuggled even closer to him. after losing the Tardis on Kroptor they had opened up to each other, and finally made the final stretch to a fully fletched girlfriend-boyfriend relationship.
Now they were lying in The Doctor's bedroom double bed, totally exhausted after their adventure that nearly was the end for them both, and their first 'lovemaking adventure' together. She smiled, she had never seen The Doctor's room, she hadn't even known he had a room nevermind seeing it while basically snogging his lungs out. She just assumed he didn't sleep or just hung from the roof or something alien like that. But now she knew he DID 'dance', he DID sleep, he could also get hurt. Something she had seen very clearly over the last few days.
A quiet whimper broke her thought trail. She looked down, the Doctor wasn't so peaceful as he was a minute ago, his body had started lightly stirring around whimpering now and then. She started stroking his hair again, she only just found out he liked it, but she was already putting it to good use. He calmed down a bit, and opened his eyes! He looked scared, confused even. She hated that distant look in his eyes. He blink at her a few times and the look was gone.
"Everything ok?" He asked, his voice thick with sleep. "Any regrets?"
-"You wish!" She laughed.
-"w- were you looking at me in my sleep?"
-"Maybe…"
He looked at her, a grin appearing on his face.
She bend down, wiping the grin of his face in the only way possible.
She didn't even know it but even now she was giving him peace.
He closed his eyes again, pulling Rose against himself. He fell into a peaceful sleep again, spooning Rose in a warm embrace.
His dream didn't stay peaceful though, all of a sudden he ones again stood face to with the devil. Torn between sacrificing Rose and letting Satan escape.
Save her doctor! Save her! Was all he heard. But at what cost?
"Doctor…" he heard a quiet voice "Doctor…" becoming louder. All of a sudden he was in the middle of the time war a again, the whole of creation screaming him. He covered his ears and fell to his knees. He saw his family, his dead wife and children.
-"Theta"
"Doctor!"
He woke up, sweating. Rose was leaning over him again, calling his name. he looked up at her and embraced her, pulling her to him with all his might. As if he could keep her there forever.
"It'll be ok doctor, now sleep. I'll be here for you, always." He smiled at the words, he knew she wasn't really there but one could never be sure. He lifted his hand, attempting to stroke her cheek, evidently his hand only touched the air. He knew he wouldn't stay awake much longer, he tried to hold on to consciousness for a bit longer, just to keep seeing Rose.
With that the guards reached him, one of them swinging him over his shoulder, The Doctors body limply swaying on his back. To the doctor's surprise he stayed conscious, unable to move or think properly, only aware. Even aware was a big word. All he could do was open his eyes just to slits. All he could 'see', in the blurry cloud that was previously known to him as his brain, was the ground and the legs of the guard that was carrying his dead weight and the guard that was walking behind him. Finally he gave in and let the darkness take him.
In the front of the little march was doctor M. Hooper, she was still carrying the suitcase in which the vials had been stored for the newly captured alien. Clutching it tightly in one of her hands, her knuckles has started looking white minutes ago because of the stress and sheer fright the alien had caused her. At first sight of one of his files he looked innocent and kind of cute, but then she had been shown the rest of his files and in a stupid act of bravery she had accepted the job offered by torchwood II. Immediately moving and working full time in their top secret base. She hadn't had much time to prepare but she had the needed tools to keep him unconscious and in one place. When they finally reached the lift to the transport, did she exhale a breath she didn't even know she had been holding.
The Doctor slightly rose to awareness, groaning quietly. It must've been the change in the otherwise rhythmic swaying back and forth of his captors walking that woke him up. He realized they were standing inside one of the lifts. Judging by the slight alteration in the gravity, they were going down. He closed his eyes again, feeling all the aches in his body: he felt one of his eyes and cheeks throbbing again. His hands behind his back had started aching, and he could feel the slight tinge of his sleeping arms. Moving them slightly, not to hard so the guard that was still carrying him would notice, but hard enough to maybe wake them up. He gave up, he didn't want the guards to notice he was awake, kinda, and give him another dose. Then he would have absolutely no chance of escaping before he presumably got locked away in a cell with only his lonely thoughts as his company. If he was to escape this was his only chance he'd probably be getting in a long time. But how? He couldn't exactly just run away, he couldn't feel his legs anymore! The lift stopped, and the heavy swaying started again. He now was fully awake, involuntarily looking at the arse of one of his captors and he could do absolutely nothing about it!
ok! you know what? i'll admit! the part with Rose had absolutely nothing to do with it but I guess it was to specify the fact they were a couple? idk?
lol bye!