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Warning: 10th Doctor and OC romance, silliness, crude humor, historical inaccuracies, mild sexual content, cursing, gore, violence, and drug and alcohol references.
Chapter Eleven: Women Are From Venus
All I could do was glare.
All I could do was glare at the two males cops, both definitely aliens, as they picked me up my arms again and started to drag me out of the ship.
The cops had taken me on a ship, handcuffed me to a chair on the ship, and taped my mouth shut as they were tired of my screeching and sobbing. And with that, the two of them launched, leaving Mars and taking us up into dark skies of the Milky Way.
They were taking me, against my will, to Venus or so they said.
And that's where we hand landed a few hours later.
And all I could do was glare.
My mouth was taped with what I thought was duct tape, but I was in the future, so it might not have been. Besides, it felt a lot stronger. Either way, that meant I could no longer scream—then again, my throat couldn't permit me to do so any longer since it was so hoarse now.
I had no more tears to cry because I was so furious. Scared, but way more furious.
And my hands were bound, so I couldn't punch anyone. I could kick, but my legs weren't nearly as strong as my fists.
All I could do was glare.
I was beyond pissed.
We had landed a bit a way aways from what looked like a city on Venus. It actually looked a lot like the one Doctor and I had landed in on Mars, but it had a more feminine feeling to it.
And went we entered, I realized there was a very good reason for that.
The city was filled with women and girls. There were no males. Venus was just like Mars, but opposite.
My brows furrowed as the cops and I travelled—and that was the nice way of putting it—through the city; nearly everyone watched us quizzically, nervously, or with disgust as we passed. There was something here—no—there was something wrong with this time period.
One planet was only inhabited by males and the other was only inhabited by females.
That didn't sit well with me. Was this what my future was like? Well, not my future, more like my planet's future was like? To live on sexist planets?
Suddenly, I was shoved causing me to yelp. I landed on my face not-too-gracefully. I groaned pathetically, feeling a fair amount of pain in my nose and rolled onto my back only to come face to face with a woman—of course.
Her face was stern; kind of like Professor McGonagall from Harry Potter. She appeared middle-aged and was tall and broad. She was also alien. Her gravely tied back hair was navy blue and it was definitely natural as her eyebrows were the same hue. Her eyes were narrow and violet from behind her glasses. As well, her ears were pointed like an elves. The woman's complexion was fair, very fair and she was adorned clothes that made her look like a very wealthy librarian—was there such a thing?
She looked me over coldly for a moment before addressing the cops. Her eyes turned colder, but tone was icier, "Who's the child? Why did you bring her to me?"
"She came to our planet illegally with a man. She attacked a civilian," one of the cops said. His tone was just as icy as hers.
The room felt very cold. Why was there so much hate in this…where the Hell was I?
I looked around.
I seemed to be in a house. It had the feel of an old-time New York apartment. The furniture looked like it was from the twenties—very retro—as did the flooring, walls, and ceiling. However, the lighting and the electronics, like the TV in the living room—I could see it from where I was, which seemed to be the place's foyer—was very futuristic. The house was dark, but not too dark. The house didn't give off the warmth and security a house should.
"I see," the woman said dully, standing straight. "And why is this my problem?"
"She's a female. I believe that is your jurisdiction, ma'am." It seemed like it taken all of the man's restraint to be respectful to the woman—guess she was important or something.
She sighed deeply. "Fine. Get out," she ordered. The policemen didn't need to be told twice, they left very willingly.
Then, the woman returned her purple gaze to me and she knelt down. She grabbed an end of the tape and tore it off. I cried out in pain as it seriously smart. I glowered at her-friggin' bitch. The woman remained impassive. She stood and called out, "Shayna!"
"Yes, mother!" answered a sweet voice from the second floor.
"Come down here!"
"Yes, mother!"
Soon, I heard footsteps coming closer and closer and then, a girl, a little younger than I, appeared.
She was very pretty, she had angelic appearance to her—in an alien-like way. Shayna had long, baby blue hair that was longer than mine—my reached just a inch or two below my shoulder-blades—and was braided over her slender shoulder. Her eyes were lovely and reminded me of lilacs. The girl's complexion was pale as well, but far paler than her mother's—her skin was like Snow White white. Like her parent, her ears were pointed, but were smaller. She was adorned in a pure, white nightgown.
She looked down at me genuine surprise and a hint of apprehension before turning to her mother. "Yes, mother?"
"Take care of her. Set her up in your bedroom for the night. Keep an eye on her; make sure she doesn't escape." the older female ordered with little to no emotion while speaking to her daughter. Her eyes peered down at me. "I'll deal with you in the morning."
And with that, the woman strolled away, her back perfectly straight.
Shayna looked to me. She bit her lip anxiously; she looked like she was scared to touch me. I mustered the most inviting and reassuring smile I could in my current situation and mood. "Don't be scared. I won't hurt you, I promise." I said kindly. She still didn't look entirely convinced. So I kept talking, "Shayna was it? I'm Alice and I swear, I mean no harm. You can even keep my hands handcuffed if you want? Can you just help me stand and maybe check my nose? Those jerks shoved me kinda hard and I think I'm bleeding."
For a moment, Shayna just stared at me, chewing her lip anxiously. Yet ultimately, she knelt and carefully—and with some difficulty, I might add—gripped underneath my arms and helped me to my feet. She turned me around and fished out a tissue from within her gown sleeve to gently dab my nose.
"Y-You…you are indeed bleeding, but…but it is not broken." she told me very softly. Her eyes wouldn't meet mine—guess she was still cautious around me. "You will probably have some nasty bruising, though."
"Fantastic," I muttered. "Fucking bastards…" She looked startled by my words. I softened and smiled gently again. "Thanks for helping me out, Shayna." I told her graciously.
"You're welcome, uh…Alice?" she inquired at the end.
"That's right, but you can call me Ali. Most people do." I said.
Shayna just nodded and started for the stairs, but stopped after a moment. "Can you walk?"
I was about to say 'yes', but remembering how klutz I was and that I was handcuffed with my hands behind my back, going up stairs was going to be tricky. I laughed nervously, smiling awkwardly at the teen watching me, "Uh…yeah, hahaha, I may need some help."
She stared at me for a moment, but then, hesitantly, she descended the stairs and slowly and gently she took hold of my elbow. The blue-haired girl guided me up the stairs to the house's second floor. She took me down the hallway a little bit; she took me to the fourth door on the right. Shayna pushed opened to the door and allowed me to go in first. I gave her a small nod and stepped in.
Despite her being a different species, Shayna's room kind of reminded me of mine back home—great, I was feeling homesick again. Sure, like the rest of the house, it looked like a bedroom in a fancy, old-time New York City apartment, but it had the same atmosphere that my bedroom did. It felt like a young women's room. There was a TV, though hers was more futuristic and bigger, and music system. She had a twin bed with a handmade quilt. There were pictures hanging on her walls, along with paintings that looked original—I think she painted them herself. Her furniture was dark, but elegant. She even had a few stuffed animals; she even had a teddy bear like I had bad home—again, making me slightly homesick.
"Nice room," I stated, glancing back at her. It hurt a little considering my arms' positions, but I managed.
"Thank you…" she said, gratefully, softly as she closed the door behind her. She bit her lip, twisting and untwisting her delicate fingers. "Um, y-you can sit…if y-you want? While I set up y-your bed?" she stammered, motioning to her bed.
"Sure," I smiled. "Thanks." I sat myself on the edge of her bed.
Nodding, continuing to chew on her cherry red bottom lip, Shayna shuffled to her closet. She made a reach for the folded futon on the top shelf, but since she was so small, she couldn't even brush her fingers against it. She tried and tried then, gave up with a deep frown. In the corner of her eye, she looked to minute, but then quickly looked away. The other female tried to reach for the futon again.
"Do you…want some help?" I offered kindly. She looked to me warily. "Really. I'm not gonna hurt you. I swear." I reassured her.
She hesitated, but then, walked over to me. She reached over to her dresser and picked up a bobby pin. Reaching behind me, she undid the cuffs in mere seconds. My eyebrows shot up in shock. "You don't know how to pick door locks and hotwire cars, do you?" I asked in good-humor.
Shayna actually cracked a smile at that and it did wonders on her face—she was gorgeous. And not only was it a genuine smile, it was a playful one, too. "Perhaps." she almost sang.
"Oh?" I smirked, rubbing my wrists. "I think I'm gonna like you, lil' Shay—can I call you that?"
"Most people do." she grinned.
My smile grew and I stood. "Anyway, thanks for releasing me." I made my way over to her closet and grabbed the futon—I was tall for a girl my age, so it was easy to reach it.
"No problem. I'm small, so there was no way I could reach it. Besides, its heavy and I…" She bit her bottom lip, returning to her normal timid, sheepish demeanor. "Sh-Shouldn't really be handling heavy things…in my um, condition…"
I arched a brow at her from my position on the floor where I was unraveling the plush futon. "Condition?"
I gave her a once over, a real close once over—AKA I tapped into my psychic powers. I examined her aura. It was positively glowing and not in the way that indicated she was happy.
My eyes widened before I beamed as I rose to my booted feet—I was in the clothes I had been wearing when I first met the Doctor. "Are you-?" I pointed to her stomach.
Shayna flushed, but nodded with a tender grin. "About three months along; not even showing yet."
"Oh, my God! Con-"
"No! Sh! Sh!"
I blinked, but pressed my lips together. Fearfully, Shayna looked to her bedroom door. We were silent for a few minutes. When we heard nothing, no footsteps or anything, Shayna released a deep of relief. I looked at her bemused.
"Sorry, its just…"
"Your mother doesn't know?"
"No," she shook her head, her blue tresses swishing about her head elegantly.
"You don't want her to know?"
"No,"
"She's going to find out eventually, y'know? Y'know, where you start showing?"
Sighing deeply, sadly, she dropped heavily onto her bed. She pulled her knees to her chest. "I know, but I'm afraid."
"Guess, I can't say I blame ya. No offense, but your mom is kinda scary, but she's still your mother. She might be happy for you." I said, my hands tucked into my gray hoodie's pockets.
"No, she won't be." Shayna argued, shaking her head.
"You don't-" I began to counter.
"Yes, I do." she cut me off firmly.
I blinked, taken aback. She gave me a skeptical look. "You can't honestly tell me you don't understand."
"Well, I've never been pregnant…"
"That's not what I mean. I mean, you don't know the laws around here, do you?"
"What laws?"
"Men are not allowed on this planet. It's strictly prohibited."
I furrowed my brows. "That's…ridiculous. How can men be against the law? That's…impossible."
"That's the law. How do you not know?" she asked, looking at me as if I had grown two heads.
Making a face, I rubbed the back of my neck. I chose my words carefully, "Lets just say, that I'm not from around here."
"Oh…" Shayna was still eyeing me like I was nuts—in a way, I guess I was.
"Either way, how are men not allowed? How do you survive? I mean, I'm not an expert or anything, but I know quite a few girls back home who couldn't stand the thought of not having sex. Not to mention, how can do you reproduce without guys?" I inquired, sounding downright dumbfounded—wouldn't you be?
"We have prostitutes," she answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Prostitutes?" I said slowly. "Male prostitutes? You have male prostitutes? You pay men to have sex with you just to reproduce?"
"There's no need to sound so skeptical. I don't know where you're from, Ali, but that's how things have been on Venus for years. Since before I was born. Things are like that on Mars, but in reverse." Shayna told me, watching me quizzically.
I scowled then, exhaled deeply, collapsing backwards on my temporary bed. "Well, that…sucks. Loads." I huffed. This time period certainly take the saying 'Men are from Mars and women are from Venus' way too literally., I thought irritably. I snapped out of my thoughts when another came to me. I peered to Shayna. "Wait, what does this have to do with you not being able to tell your mother about you being pregnant? Didn't you just get knocked up by a prostitute?"
Shayna looked away.
I stared at her for a while and before I could stop myself, I said, "You broke the law. You fell in love with a man named, Jonathan from Mars and he got you pregnant."
Her eyes widened as she snapped to me. "H-How…How did you know that?" she breathed.
I made a face. Oh, great. I had done it again. I didn't want to explain, but there was no helping it now. Besides, I had vowed to myself to not be ashamed of my physic abilities after the incident in Egypt—not to mention, they seemed to keep popping up randomly without my consent anyway. "Sorry. I'm kinda psychic. I have a tendency to um…I guess, you could say read people's minds, but only small glimpses. I tend to make strange guesses that just happen to turn out right. Sorry if it freaks you out." I explained, flashing her a slightly embarrassed grin.
"It does, but…" Shayna smiled sweetly. "Not as much as I thought it would. There are a few psychics around here. Besides, having someone else know about John and I actually makes me feel a lot better. Its like a weight was lifted off my shoulders." she admitted.
"Oh," I blinked in surprise. I shrugged with a lopsided smile. "You're welcome, then, I guess."
"Well, anyway, its late. We probably should get some sleep. You have a meeting with my mother and Elder counsel tomorrow." Shayna pointed out, grabbing some pillows off her bed and blanket. She handed them to me.
"Oh, fantastic. Sounds like a blast." I grumbled sarcastically, graciously taking the bed items from her. I kicked off my boots and slipped off my jacket and shirt so I was only wearing my white tank top and black leggings.
She giggled, her laughter sounding like hummingbird wings. "Don't worry, I'll be there."
"Thanks." I flashed her a grin, which she return. That reassured me a little. Though, I still wasn't excited about having a "meeting" with her mother and the Elders—that part really worried me-in the morning.
"Good night, Ali."
"Night, Shay."
She turned off the lights with a clap, so the room was enveloped in darkness. Silence echoed throughout.
And that left me to my thoughts.
I rolled onto my side, sadness, loneliness, and worry taking over, filling up my chest like a great big weight. I was away from the Doctor; we were separated by a planet. He was on a planet where I wasn't allowed and I was on a planet where he wasn't allowed. I scared. I didn't know, I didn't know what was going to happen or if I was ever going to see him again. I sounded pathetic and helpless, but in a way, the Doctor was sort of my lifeline. All this was his world, not mine. He'd know what to do and I couldn't contact him. My phone had no signal and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't connect minds with him; he was too far away. I knew it was sad to depend on someone who I barely knew, but I did depend on the Doctor and I was scared without him around. I had no idea why, but I knew that was how I felt and there was no denying.
But I had to be hopeful, I had to be brave; that's what he'd tell me to be. I had to believe everything would turn out okay. I'd either find a way to the Doctor or the Doctor would come for me and then, we go back to the TARDIS and leave and never come back-hopefully.
I just had to have faith.
Exhaling slowly, I pulled my covers further over me and closed my eyes.
I'll find my way back to you somehow, Doctor. That was my last thought before I fell asleep.
Meanwhile on Mars…The bed beneath him was terribly uncomfortable and his cell was very hot. He normally didn't feel such, but it was drastically hot, even for him. It wasn't nearly as hot as it was when he was on that spaceship hurtling towards the sun with…
No, no, now was not the time for such things…don't dwell on memories…
Lets just say, it was hot and he had to take off his jackets, loosen his tie, and undo a few buttons of his shirt at the collar.
The Doctor focused his mind on the now, on his current situation.
He was in a jail cell awaiting for his trial with the Mayor of Mars and the Elders tomorrow morning. That was going to be interesting since he had never met the Mayor of Mars and the Mars Elders—another perk of being a Time Lord—but he had wished it wouldn't have been under these kinds of conditions. Nevertheless, the Doctor had faith it would turn out alright. He was a clever man, he'd talk his way out of trouble just like he usually did.
Then, he would get back Alice.
A very tiny frown tugged at the alien's lips as he thought about her, his newest companion as he lied on his cot with his hands behind his head.
Her expression as she was being dragged away was embedded in his brain. He had never seen her so scared or cry. It tugged painfully at his hearts' heartstrings. He had hoped to never see such on the blonde's tanned face or in her light, blue eyes. He had never intended for this all to happen, to put her in danger, but it would turn out okay. The Doctor would get back the dear Alice and everything would be alright.
Okay, he'd scold her for causing trouble—she was bit a troublemaker, that Alice, it seemed—and then, everything would be alright.
Everything would be alright.
I'll find my way back to you, Alice. Don't you worry.
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