A/N: I know, I know, it's been far too long! I was ill - actually, I'm still ill as I type this - and an idea for a Thor fanfic popped into my head, and I just had to start it. Please forgive me!

You all LOVED that lemon, though... HUZZAH!

kie1993 - you're a sweetie :)

SuperFunkyGirl1 - Well, I'll bet Eleven's pretty damn dirty when he wants to be, especially with River around ;)

i-is-monstarr-RAWR - hehe :D

Snowy702 - oh, that's alright! Hell nah, I find the Nightmare Child kind of sexy too :P

MandaPanda89 - thankies! :)

Jo Brookes - Oh, Deorsa's spoilt by all these temptations ;)

MelodyWilliams - she may. Or she may not. We shall have to see :)

Tsukiko13 - yeah, Deorsa's feeling pretty mixed up right now... xD

MissCaityGrace - Definitely!

Scars101 - hahaha wow, breathe! Hehe, I'm glad :D

And here we go! Oh, and for those of you asking for a particular ship, you'll get a lil' bit of it now ;)

She sat up, watching him sleep. The warm sheets were tangled around his hips, and she flexed her toes, languid, content, pressing them into the soft mattress. His expression was peaceful, calm, and he seemed far younger – as all who slept did – free of troubles. His hair framed his angular face, and she longed to touch his cheek, to feel his skin.

It was a longing that warred with another, one that simply wished to watch him rest. After all, she had not gazed upon his face in what seemed a millennium, a long time even for a species such as she. And neither had he slept. She knew that well enough, from the now-faded shadows under his eyes to the hollowness of his features. But he looked rested now. Calm. False sunlight streamed through windows, and illuminated the faint hairs upon his chest, the slight definition of his torso and his forearms which hid the true level of his strength.

He looked, Ondine thought wryly, like a god.

It suddenly occurred to her how peaceful it all was. No distractions, no immediate danger, no dying friends. Just she and her Mate, resting in their bed.

It made her mouth curve up, and she twirled a lock of her hair round her finger aimlessly.

"Stop staring at me."

Her smile grew at his soft, grumpy tone.

"Stop staring at me Ondine, I'm trying to sleep."

Her smile a full-blown smirk now, she leaned over and pressed her lips to his.

"Hello, my love," she whispered. "Did you miss me?"

His hand moved from where it had lain, and a gasp emitted from her as his thumb lazily traced circles around her nipple.

His tone was utterly wicked.

"I think you'll find it was you who missed me."

His eyes opened, and he grinned.

"Beautiful." His accent was low, still clinging to a remnant of sleep, and it sent sensations through her soul.

His hands gripped her hips, and he settled her over him.

"So, my darling. What would you like to do?"

Her eyes glowed with all the utterly unmentionable things she wanted to do to him, and he laughed softly.

His finger traced a line from her breasts to her navel, and she inhaled, her thighs clenching. His eyes glittered.

"Amy is stable, by the way," he said, almost casually. "She'll be able to see us later."

"She'll be okay?" Ondine couldn't hide the relief that consumed her then.

"It'll take her time to heal, but yes, she will be fine," he reassured her. His warm gaze soothed her, told her what his mouth did not: it wasn't your fault.

She stroked his cheek, and he turned his head to press a kiss to her palm.

"It could resurface any second," she warned him. His eyes smouldered.

"Then we make the most of now."

He pulled her down, and, giggling, she let her worries dissipate.

Deorsa was waiting for them in the kitchen.

"Rassilon, you look awful," the Doctor commented.

"Yes, well, trying to save someone's life while simultaneously being aroused to death does affect your state of health somewhat."

The Doctor and Ondine blushed deep crimson, their jaws dropping, and Deorsa's eyes glowed.

"Which reminds me."

He got up from his seat, marched over to the Doctor, and kissed him, long, hard.

The younger Time Lord was so shocked he couldn't even pull back. He simply let the older man kiss him senseless, Deorsa's hands grasping his waist, fingers pressing into his skin as if his life depended on it.

Burning, hot, needy, oh yes, please, please -

It wasn't until Ondine coughed that Deorsa stopped.

He broke away, gasping, his expression wild-eyed.

"Better?" Ondine asked dryly, raising an eyebrow.

"Much," he admitted, somewhat sheepishly. He ran a hand through his hair, and groaned. "Good gods, if I'd realised what switching the bond would do…"

"Well, I did tell you to stop," the Doctor said, uncomfortable. Deorsa's lips quirked.

"True. I do hope this isn't going to happen every time you two decide to make use of that bed of yours, or that shower. And, oh – please, please, next time you use handcuffs, have the courtesy to warn me." He grimaced. "I don't know if I can stand the screaming without prior indication of your intentions."

By now, the Doctor and Ondine's faces were scarlet, and they were speechless with mortification.

"Of course…" Deorsa's expression turned wicked. "Were you to ask me to join you… I might mind the screams a little less."

The Doctor swallowed as Ondine's eyes grew very large, and Deorsa chuckled.

"Ah, you two, you're so easy to embarrass. I'm not even really trying."

He ran a finger down the Doctor's cheek, and smiled crookedly.

"I'm going for a shower… the invitation's there."

He strolled off, and Ondine and her Mate glanced at each other.

"Your cheeks could fry eggs," she said.

"Likewise." He coughed. "Breakfast?"

The Doctor knocked lightly on the door. A few seconds passed, and the door opened to reveal Rory's gaunt but relieved face.

"How is she?" Ondine asked.

"She's sleeping right now," he answered quietly. "I'd let you in, but I really don't want to disturb her."

The two Time Lords nodded.

"Understandable," the Doctor murmured. Ondine bit her lip.

"I… Rory, I –"

"I don't blame you, Ondine," Rory said softly. "It wasn't you. Any fool could see that."

Relief washed over her, and the human smiled.

"Stop stressing, okay? It happened. Stuff always happens when he's around." He jerked his thumb at the Doctor, who raised an eyebrow.

"Are you implying that this is my fault?"

"It's always your fault," Rory said jokingly, a twinkle in his eye. "I'll see you two later, okay?"

"Call us if you need anything," Ondine said.

"Will do."

The door eased to a close, and the Doctor's eyes shut.

Ondine frowned. "Darling?"

"Theta, it isn't your fault."

Deorsa had appeared beside Ondine, his expression concerned.

"You have to stop blaming yourself for every little thing that goes wrong," he continued. "You have to live your life, not spend it dwelling on the past."

"That's what you do," the Doctor said bitterly. "You live. You didn't destroy your home planet. You were saved!"

Deorsa rolled his eyes.

The sharp slap to his cheek made the Doctor yell, his eyes flying open.

"Wake up," Deorsa said harshly, flexing his fingers. "Stop brooding."

"If I might cut in," came a calm, amused tone. "He's always been a broody one, Aidan, can't you tell?"

"Go fuck yourself," came the steady yet brusque reply. The Child lifted an eyebrow.

"Charming."

It disappeared, and the Doctor's eyes widened.

"Amy. Rory. It'll - "

"The TARDIS has hidden their rooms from the Child," Deorsa soothed him. "They'll stay safe."

Worry still filtered through the Doctor's mind, and Deorsa cupped his cheek.

"Breathe."

The Doctor's eyes still flickered with anxiety. Deorsa sighed.

"What am I going to do with you, mo chara?"

The Doctor surprised him by replying in Irish then.

"Stay with me."

Deorsa's eyes softened.

"Of course."

"God knows, you're all I have right now," the Doctor muttered.

The elder Time Lord studied his expression, and then gently touched his lips to the younger's forehead.

"Be strong, Theta. She needs you to be. I need you to be."

The Doctor's smile was bitter then.

"It's all I've ever been, Aidan. Even when I was dying, I was strong. I had to be, for them. Their fragile mortal hearts could not take the grief of a Gallifreyan."

"They've never seen you cry."

The Doctor shook his head. "Not often, and even then it was restrained from complete despair."

He began to walk down the corridor then, and Deorsa followed him, keeping pace.

"You've kept decades of sorrow locked up."

"Deorsa, please. I can't. Not now." His voice broke, and Deorsa's hearts twisted.

He spoke something then that made the Doctor freeze, and turn to look at him.

"How?" the Doctor whispered.

"Please, Theta." Deorsa's eyes were sorrowful. "Don't. Just don't."

"You know my name," the younger said softly. "You spoke it. How?"

"Our bond," Deorsa explained ruefully. "I know everything, mo chara. Just as you know everything about me. We have no secrets now."

A tear slipped down the Doctor's cheek.

"Does Ondine know?"

Deorsa shook his head. "No."

"Will she?"

"Only if you wish it."

"I can't," the Doctor sobbed. "I can't do that to her."

"I'm not asking you to."

"Then what?" he half-screamed. "What happens now? Everything is crumbling, everything! You bastard!"

"I had no choice. Understand it will happen. There's no stopping it, not now. Unless you do it. Unless you –"

"No." He was trembling now, on his knees. "Don't ask that of me. Please. I can't. I can't. It's too dangerous. I won't risk it!"

"If you do not… well, you've seen inside my head. You know the consequences." Deorsa knelt, took the Doctor's face in his hands. "I can do it. I have the skill –"

"No!" the Doctor roared, horrified. "I won't!"

Instinctively, Deorsa pulled him into his arms, his lips pressed to his head.

"Do you think I like it any more than you?" he said, almost angrily, blinking back tears. "I hate knowing. I hate it. But I do, and I have to deal with it."

"It's not fair to her," the Doctor hissed. "After all she's been through, and there's still this to come."

Deorsa sighed.

"If you wanted… if you chose to do it… you could not tell her."

That cold truth hit the Doctor like a hail of icy bullets.

"I…"

"If you told her, the Child would know, and it'd run. Until the baby was born."

The Doctor was silent.

A/N: mo chara = my friend

So, a little bit of Doctor/Deorsa there for ya :P And Ondine's in trouble, mwahaha...

Till next time!

Lightning xoxo

PS: If you want to check out my Thor fanfic, Cold Fire, please do! It's Loki/OC. Enjoy!