Author's Note: The end of this chapter contains very dark scenes. If you are easily offended by rape scenes, then this chapter is not for you. I will attempt to recover from it in the next chapter, but the story took a darker turn than I expected. I apologize to those who will leave this story for that reason.
Chapter 2
The Doctor stood in the doorway and stared at the scene in front of him. It was dimly lit, but there was his Rose lip-locked with another course, he had now spoken out loud, and the two were breaking away from each other. He could see Rose's eyes go wide – he did still have excellent vision.
"Doctor?" What -?" Rose asked. She looked from him to the man in front of her, and back again. "But, I don't understand."
The Doctor sighed. "I understand perfectly. You asked Mickey to come up with some stupid human excuse for removing me from the apartment so that you could have time snogging your new boyfriend." The Doctor shuffled his feet. He was feeling a plethora of emotions, and none of them made sense. I hate being human, sometimes, he thought.
The Doctor looked away from the couple. The man in the room still hadn't turned around to look at him, and the Doctor realized he didn't want to know who it was anyways. As it was, he felt like strangling him for taking Rose from him.
"But, Doctor, look," Rose started to say. The Doctor raised his eyes to see Rose turning the man around. He looked away again. Last thing he needed to do was look this idiot in the eye. How could she? How could she do this to him? It'd only been two months. That was not enough time for her to decide that she didn't want him anymore. Or maybe it was. Maybe humans were that different. Granted, he was human now, but that didn't mean that he fully understood their actions and feelings. He barely understood the ones he was feeling.
"Doctor!" Rose sounded exasperated. He finally looked up at his competitor, and took a step back. It was him. Oh, she's gone and cloned me or him or or… he couldn't wrap his mind around it.
"How could you be over there and over here?" she was asking. He didn't have an answer. The other man who looked like him just stared. It was like… like… oh. Oh no.
"You've got to be kidding me," the human Doctor said softly. "Bloody hell."
This was just too much. It could not be happening right now. "Aren't you going to say anything, Doctor?" he wanted to know.
The Time Lord shook his head. He looked at Rose briefly, and then walked out of the room. He brushed past the human Doctor and out the front door.
Rose looked almost horrified. The Doctor could see the emotions running across her face, as she was trying to put the pieces together. Suddenly, her face lit up. It was like she just realized it was Christmas, and Santa had come to bring her the best present in the world.
Her Doctor.
She started to rush out of the room, a grin on her face from ear to ear. The Doctor grabbed her arm, before she could run past him. "Please. Don't go after him."
"I have to," she said quietly. "He's back. The Doctor is back." She started to pull away.
He could feel his blood boiling. "I'm the Doctor, damn it. I'm the one who's been with you this whole time. Not him. He left you on the damn beach, not me. So, please, don't go after him."
She looked at him pleadingly. Seriously? he thought. "Fine. Go, but then don't come back for me. Just go. Go be with your Doctor. I won't be here when you get back." He let her go, moved her out of the doorframe, and shut the door, locking himself into the bedroom. Walking towards the bed, he ran his hands over his face, and then through his hair. He sat at the edge of the bed, and with his arms against his chest, fell into the curve of the blankets and pillows, and began to cry.
Back in the TARDIS, the Doctor threw his overcoat on the railing. He went over to the console, and started hitting the buttons. He was going back. He never should have come here to begin with. She had her Doctor now. And he was never going to let her go. He recognized that look in his human counterpart's face. There wasn't just jealously there. It was anger, and hatred, and possessiveness. Something he had not felt in a long time – well not that combination, over a human, anyway.
The guilt of his past few trips had started getting to him, and he couldn't handle living without Rose. He had lost Donna. He had to return her to her family with a death trigger in her brain. Then there was that girl Christina. She had even kissed him. That went well, he thought sarcastically. Then the old woman, whose name he could no longer remember, pretty much told him he was going to die. Something about four knocks. And then, there was Mars. All he had wanted was an adventure. But, he realized something that day. Something that had never occurred to him beforehand. The last of the Time Lords was a god. And, he was going to have the world go his way for once.
And so, he needed Rose. He had suspected though, that his need for her was not just because she was the one who made him happy and whom he would like to keep with him for as long as was humanly possible, but to keep him from going overboard. She was good at that.
The Doctor let out a long sigh. He could feel his hearts slowing to accommodate the extent of raw emotion seeping through. He was normally really good at keeping them at bay. But, now he had done it. He'd said to Rose the day he last saw her that crossing the universes could not be done, and that it should never be done again. He didn't want to rip more holes in the universe. He didn't want to have another time war or whatever kind of war it would be on his hands. He didn't want to lose everything he actually loved. But, he did. He wanted that because he wanted Rose.
"Damn it all," he muttered. He knew she wouldn't follow him. Knew that she was going to stay with the man that could give her a normal life – a life he wouldn't even know how to begin.
Knock, knock, knock, knock.
"What?!"
The Doctor looked into the screen, tapping buttons to get the picture of who was at his TARDIS. He grinned.
"Rose!" he yelled yanking the doors to the TARDIS open. There she was, the blonde girl that made his hearts beat faster, and want to tear apart the universe.
"Doctor," she said. She moved towards the door, gesturing that he was blocking the entrance.
"Oh, right. Yes, come in, Rose. Please," he responded. He moved aside to let her in and shut the door behind them. He followed her up the ramp towards the console, and waited for her to turn around.
"Doctor," Rose started as she turned to face him. She looked so beautiful with the TARDIS light above her head. The Doctor shook his head to keep those thoughts out. Not the time, he told himself.
"Doctor, I don't know what to do right now." It was then that he realized she had been crying. The tears were pouring down her cheeks, and her lower lip was trembling. Her gorgeous lips, and beautiful eyes. Stop it, he yelled at himself. He walked over to her, and wrapped her in a hug. She clung to him and sobbed.
He could feel her arms wrapping around him like snakes, and holding on for dear life. How he could have ever let her go he didn't know. So, he rested his chin on her head, and sighed. Now, what was he going to do.
She started to pull back from the hug, and looked at him. Her face was wet with tears, but he could see the confusion and anger in her eyes.
"You said it was impossible. You said you could never come back," she said. Her voice was steady, and confident. Normally, he loved that about her, but right now it terrified him.
"I know what I said. I've said a lot of things. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He could feel his own tears welling up in his eyes.
Rose wiped at her tears and started pacing around the console. The Doctor just stared after her, following her with his eyes. He was afraid to move his body just yet. There was a time and place to say the things he had been wanting to say for months now, but he could sense that now was not quite the time.
"What did you think was goin' to happen when you got here? That I would just come running to you? Like I always do? That I would leave him for you? It may not have been that log since I'd seen you, but I do have some semblance of a life here. I have a job that I like, I have a boyfriend, who by the way is pretty much you with only one heart, and I have my family. I know I chose you over them multiple times, but having a Doctor, even if it's not you, has been wonderful. He is wonderful. He's not afraid to let down his guard or to express emotions, or to tell me that he loves me. That's you. So, why are you here now?"
He Doctor gulped. His whole body tensed. "I… I need you, Rose. I've always needed you."
"What happened to the possibility of the world exploding if we tried to find each other again?" she asked. He watched her sober up from crying. She was looking right at him from the opposite end of the console, her eyes deep with emotions.
"Welllll, I may have… I… stuff. There was stuff, and it all fell apart. Everything I thought I knew about myself went out the window, and I did some things you wouldn't be proud of. Well, I'm not proud of them either, but I never would have done them if you were there," he paused. "What I mean to say is…oh, bugger it. It doesn't matter. You're right. It was a mistake to come here. I'm sorry to have bothered you and your life. Go back to your Doctor, and live your life. I won't be back."
The Doctor proceeded to hit buttons again and flip levers. It was time to leave. He closed his eyes for a moment to calm his hearts, and that's when he felt hands reaching around him pulling him back towards her. He turned in the embrace and hugged her close. Since this as the last time he would be seeing her, he lifted her chin up for a kiss. He already knew what that had tasted like. The kiss from earlier was amazing. She tasted remarkable. With all the planets and centuries combined, he had never tasted anything so wonderful. Now, he went in for the kiss, knowing exactly what he was going to taste.
She seemed to hesitate at first, but then opened her mouth him. He let his tongue reach in, and play with hers. He felt her hands reach up his back, as far they could go, while his own hands were moving over her sides and down to her waist. He needed this kiss more than anything. It would be his last memory of Rose Tyler.
He could taste her need, smell her arousal. He knew that she had wanted this as much as he did, but he also knew that it couldn't go any further. She was going back to the other Doctor.
"Rose," he breathed, as he pulled away from the kiss. "Rose, you need to go back. I'm sorry I came to you, but we cannot do this. It's not right." Like he knew the difference between right and wrong at this point.
"No," she said. "We do this right this time. You and me. Our last night together." She leaned in for another kiss before he could respond. He started to kiss her back, but pulled away again. They both groaned.
"Rose, seriously, we can't do this," he said. He reached up to run both hands through his hair, making it stand up straighter. "What about him? What will you tell him?"
Rose looked away. "He said he was leaving, and not to look for him when I got back."
He looked at her wide-eyed. "He said what? Rose, Rose, Rose. You need to go back now. Before he leaves." He took her arm, and pulled her towards the door and was about to open it when she put her hand on the door, preventing it from opening.
"Rose, come on. Don't be daft. I'm taking you back up there. I won't have you lose us both." He pulled at the door again.
"Doctor, look at me right now, and tell me that you don't want me tonight," she said, and bit her lip. "And, I'll go."
Don't do this, he thought. "Rose, I…" he started to say. He closed his eyes, and let a tear escape before opening them again. "Rose, it's not about want, but about what's right. See, I told you that I needed you to remind me of these things. And here you are reminding me. You need to go back to him. He needs you more than I do."
"But, you still cannot say that you don't want me. You're standin' there gettin' all high and mighty with your morals of relationships, but you cannot say that you don't want to do this tonight."
She moved closer to him. Pulling the hand, that was trying to open the door, towards her hip, she tried to get another kiss in. He pulled back. This was going too far. "Rose, no", he managed to say.
"Too bad, Time Lord. This time it's not your decision. You had a chance for years to do this. And now it's my turn to decide what we're gonna do. You see, you taught me to stand for what I wanted, and this is me standin' for what I want." She pulled at his suit and kissed him.
The Doctor was resisting the kiss the best he could, but he could feel her tongue trying to enter his mouth. He could feel his own arousal kicking in at the feel of her so close to him. This was completely wrong, he thought. He felt his arms and hands moving over her. Her hands were reaching into his suit jacket to push it off of him. He could sense that she was pushing his limit, but he wasn't sure where that limit was at the moment.
Pulling away for a moment, Rose murmured, "There's no goin' back, now, Doctor." She pushed him back up the ramp, away from the door. He tried to pull back from her, but she had her grip on him too tight. This was definitely not right, he kept thinking. She had a look in her eye that was turning to dangerous levels. He felt her hands managing to get the jacket down his arms and they moved closer to the console. He could even feel his arms lifting to let the jacket fall to the ground.
She was kissing him more forcefully now. She was on her tip toes, her hands working on his tie and buttons of his shirt, while he felt his back being pushed into the console. There was something sticking out of the side that he could feel digging into his back. She hadn't seemed to notice that he was uncomfortable. She was kissing him and touching him, and though he had wanted it before, he didn't think he wanted it anymore. He was definitely still physically aroused, and he could not deny that, but his mind was fairly certain, in fact he could calculate how certain his mind was about how wrong this situation was. He tried to pull away again, but she gripped his neck to keep him kissing her. He wasn't sure how to stop the kissing. It was happening, he was aware of that, but he didn't want it too.
She's losing control, he thought to himself. I need to stop her.
But there was no stopping Rose Tyler. She had made up her mind about how this night was going to end. It was like she was possessed. In fact, the kissing reminded him of the kiss he's had with her when Cassandra was possessing her body. At least things were different between them, then. He had even mildly enjoyed that kiss, except that it wasn't really Rose doing it. He didn't want this.
He could hear himself groan. Now, what was she doing? Oh, look. Her hands are at my belt.
Rose had gotten his belt undone, and his zipper done. She was tugging at his pants and boxers to relieve his cock. He saw her smile as she gazed at the now limp organ. Well, almost limp. It was still coming down from being much harder. She had her hand on it and was stroking it up and down. Her grip was still strong, and he knew that even if she kept this up, he would not be able to get aroused again.
"R-Rose," the Doctor stammered. He was trying to pull her away. "Rose, stop. Please, you need to stop. This is getting out of control."
She looked up at him, her hand still stroking him, and her eyes held a dark fire that he had never seen in her before. "No, Time Lord. Tonight, you're mine." And with that statement, she pushed him away from the console, and down towards the ground. He struggled against her, but she was definitely stronger than he remembered. His back was now on the floor of the TARDIS, and she was leaning over him, pushing her skirt up past her waist. She stroked his cock once more before pushing herself onto it.
Author's note: comments? Again, I am sorry for the change in category. Didn't quite expect that result. Another chapter should be posted tonight, I think. I would reallylike to know what people think, though. Even if you didn't like it.