Author's Note: Sorry for the wait, I went to long without a day off and have been exhausted because of it. I'm pleased that so many people have been reading; I really wasn't sure how many people still occasionally lurked the fandom. It makes me happy that there are so many. Thanks for reading and forgive my terrible descriptions of CPR. Just put it in your mind that the Doctor does things wrong and they work out anyways because he's the Doctor. ;) Feel free to leave a review if you have the time.

Music selection: Break even – the script

Moving fast, the Doctor moved the unconscious girl to be laying down face up in the muck and swiped once more at her mouth with his sleeve. The cold of being back on the mud wouldn't do her much good, but right now he had to get her heart pumping again. This was time sensitive and she could probably last another thirty or so minutes in the cold before brain shut down. Another estimated two minutes if he couldn't get oxygen in her lungs.

One more swipe to her mouth reviled naturally reddish lips to him, and that would just have to be good enough. As enthusiastic as he was for this learning experience, he wasn't really in the mood for a mouthful of mud. Not many people ever were to be fair. Jack probably would be into it he had been in to everything and the Doctor had fond memories of practically beating him off with a stick to keep the pre-immortal away. That had only gotten worse the times they met up now; he was damned if Jack and River ever ran into him at the same time. He could barely deal with one flirtatious anomaly; there was no way the Doctor would survive two.

Thoughts abandoned in quick pace, the Doctor set to his work. Dropping down he was on top of her, grinning like a maniac with great excitement and resting upon his elbows to not put much weight on the slight woman. The last thing she needed was to be forcefully pushed farther into the muck.

He had no experience with this prime-evil act, but the Doctor was pretty sure it usually took longer than two chest pushes and a brief touch of the lips. Granted, he could just be that good; but chance were that there was a greater force at work here. He didn't even get the opportunity to breathe into her and the direction book he had once skimmed through had definitely said that it was important. She wasn't supposed to just open those eyes like some kind of sleeping beauty, coming to life at the touch of his lips.

What's more, was that there was still no heartbeat. Her eyes were wide open and the Doctor found himself freezing at the deep brown bearing down into his soul as his lips continued to just be barely grazing hers. Perhaps that it would be less awkward if he pulled away slightly and gave her room, instead of persistently having their faces nearly mashed together.

She looked just as shocked as he did, and the Doctor was going to justify this with the fact that he still couldn't feel a heartbeat and not because he had waited so long to try this and was now determined to follow though. Really, the heart beat thing was worrying and he was just trying to look out for this girl whom was now in his care.

His hand came up and with a small tug she widened her jaw and opened her mouth so that he could release air into her. Then admittedly, he might have gotten a little greedy; but he little companion did nothing to push him away, so it couldn't have been that bad. Maybe she had always wanted to have CPR performed on her? The Doctor was a fan of how she was just going with the flow and already putting her ultimate trust in him. He wouldn't mess up this time, this brown eyed woman would be with him for a long time.

He gave her two more chest compression's, going easy and putting next to no pressure on her in fear that she would stop him. Then their mouths were connected again, with him puffing breath after breath into his companion's open and willing mouth. He hoped he was doing this correctly, because the manual hadn't said what to do when the CPRee was awake and staring at him. Or maybe he just didn't get far enough into the book to read that chapter; it had been uninteresting at the time. He had really only read a few pages.

They should really publish a better manual for things like this, in preparation of how awkward it could be for someone waking up with just the touch of the lips. A pop-up book would make things more interesting as well now that he thought about it. Perhaps he should have announced that he was indeed performing CPR in cause she couldn't tell. Just how long had he been doing this to her for anyways? His hands wondered, feeling down her frame to feel for her body temperature. She was probably getting frozen, and even he little bit a stimulus would probably help.

He could tell she was warming up from corpse cold though, from just the touch of their lips. The Doctor daringly licked his tongue in and swirl it around, making sure her temperature was one of a normal level. I took note the her sweetness that reminded him of an Earth peach even though that wasn't what he had been checking for. It was addictive and once started he had a hard time stopping. She was pliant under his touch and this connection between the two of them was intoxicating. She would let him do anything his mind supplied and he wanted to give in. It would be so easy to give in.

This wasn't appropriate and he didn't go around kissing his companions willy-nilly. Wouldn't mean anything if he did and the Doctor needed every press of lips between him and so many wonderful people as special? They all deserved it to be special.

And here he was lost in thought instead of paying attention to her lukewarm skin. Skin that was doing remarkably well to not cooling down and freezing her to death. He could feel her through the mud and he never wanted that feeling to stop.