AN-this chapter is extremely long and has smut in it. First time atemmpt at smut, so feedback would be appreciated.
Part 2- the chaos of family life.
The breakfast, the trip, and the secret.
Eleven.
It's been 2 weeks since the wrist incident. Ikari is still mad over it, but she is getting better everyday. Her little brothers are brilliant. They're also geniuses, like their siblings. I've learnt a lot of stuff about them in 2 weeks. I feel a pair of hands on my waist.
"Finally, you're awake." She hugs me, before making her tea. "I was bored, so I decided to consider some travelling options." She perks up at that. She turns and looks at me. Her messy bed hair and sleepy morning face is the most beautiful thing out there. I often get lost in her eyes, her big eyes. I smile, knowing that she will always be mine.
"Doctor, you weren't listening, were you?" Damn, I did it again.
"No, I got a little lost in your eyes." She walks over to me and pokes my arm.
"I'll try again. What are these travelling options?" The door behind us opens, and a groan tells us who it is immediately.
"Why can't you both go and be soppy somewhere else?" George moans. He hasn't taken well to our obvious and constant affections. Luke moved out to live with Kara a few days ago. He's very happy. Ikari just gives him her standard 'its bloody obvious' face.
"Because George, I'm still recovering. But I might be going out today, so you'll have the house to yourself. Lucky you. Oh and Mum said to tell you no girls staying for the night. She'll find out and give you a bollocking if you do." Her responses are amazing. They continue to bicker, whilst I start to make us all breakfast. Lets have a look. Ummmm, a ha. Sausages, bacon, do do do, tomatoes. I put the selection on the side, and go in the cupboard to get some beans, a frying pan and some bread for toast. Ikari notices and gets something else out of the fridge. When I go over to see what it is, I don't understand why it's currently on the kitchen side. I look at her and she just goes and gets plates out of the cupboard. What are you? I go into my pocket and fish out my sonic. Lets find out what you are.
Ikari.
I turn round and see him staring at the side with the sonic in his hand. Oh no. I dash over and rescue my black pudding before any harm can be done.
"What are you doing!? Don't sonic my black pudding." George makes a retching sound from the table. "Shut up and read your paper." He is the most annoying out of all my younger brothers. I don't quite understand how, he's the quiet one,
"What on earth is black pudding?" He asks confused. Not again. He barely knows any northern dishes apart from Toad in the hole, shepherd and cottage pie and bangers 'n' mash.
"It's a disgusting amalgamation of boiled pigs blood and fat." Damn it George.
"Urrrghhh. Really Ikari I would've thought that you had a better taste than that. I'm not judging you." I roll my eyes, annoyed and confused.
"So." I say, in between mouthfuls of breakfast. "What are these travelling options?" I ask. He smiles before answering.
"I'll tell you once you've showered." I sigh and finish up. I walk up the stairs exasperated by him. Over the past two weeks he's been worrying about me, and filling me in on the impossible girl.
He went to be a monk, in order to understand her message and find her. He'd only been there a week when she managed to get in touch with the TARDIS. According to him, he saved London and the world from the spoonheads.
Last week he helped to save the rings of Akahaten from a false god. He didn't defeat it though, Clara Oswald did.
Hmp, I must admit, I am a little jealous of her. He's been on more adventures with her than he has with me. I will be having words with him.
Whilst pondering this I somehow manage to have a shower, brush my teeth, shave my legs and dry my hair. Blimey, seems like women actually CAN multitask subconsciously. I hear footsteps approach my door, I begin to panic, half expecting it to slam open by a drunk Lorenzo. But a knock calms me down.
"Who is it?" Well, it could be George.
"Me." Replies the doctor. I should've bloody known.
"What is it?" For some barmy reason (probably Timelord etiquette or some shit like that.) he decides to let himself in. His yelp grabs my attention, and I cling to the towel for dear life.
He just stares at me. Not knowing how to react. But then I can hardly comment, cause I'm doing exactly the same thing.
Eleven.
I'm stood there staring at her with the brown towel wrapped round her, a few small wet strands of hair clinging to her forehead. My brain has deserted me. I have to stop this, but the thought of her is distracting me. I shake my head trying to remember my train of thought, but all my head is able to do is think of what she would be like to... No! I won't be beaten. I am struggling so much that I don't notice her walk towards me. Before I know what's hit me, her lips are against mine. My instincts are clamouring for attention, drowning out my head. My hands move to her hips, I have to stop. She won't be able to cope, not this soon after the trial. But my body isn't listening. There's only one thing I can do.
I slam open the door into her head. She sneaks up behind me and hugs my waist. I notice the frantic flashing lights in her head. This has to stop. I swiftly turn and push her away.
"Ikari, I know you love me, but you have to stop this. If this goes any further my instincts will take over and you won't ever trust me again. Please Ikky, I don't want to hurt you." By this point her brow has furrowed and her pulse is going insane.
"Doctor, you could never harm me. I know that this is soon and sudden, but I can't completely trust you until I know I will always be safe with you. Why do you think I'm sprinting out of my comfort zone? Please just let this happen. I get that you don't want to hurt me, and I understand why you are conflicted about this but, if this doesn't happen now, I won't be able to trust you on our adventures." I see her point, and I completely understand, but I just feel like something bad will come from this. I sigh and reluctantly give in. I'm so sorry Ikari.
I've completely lost control. Every action I make is instinctive. I only hope we have time for that visit to Regulus IV (-1415).
Ikari
His hands pull me closer to him. It's obvious that he's listened. My hands cautiously make their way to his waist. He must notice my hesitation as he grabs my wrists and move them for me. I'm fully aware of who I'm with and where I am, but I am still very scared.
Eleven.
Her hesitation is expected, but I am now far to impatient. I move her hands for her, before placing mine back on her waist. I can feel her soft curves beneath my hands, and her silky lips beneath mine, but it isn't enough. I walk towards the bed, taking her with me. I feel her tense. I break the kiss and see the worry and anxiety in her eyes.
"It's ok Ikky, it's me. I won't hurt you." My voice has a slightly ragged edge to it. She is still worried, but her nods tells me I'm good to go.
We kiss again, but this time I'm the dominant one. My left hand moves up her side and undoes the knot in the soggy towel. She tenses again, but she calms down when I stroke her side. I put my left hand on the nape of her neck, and gently lowers her onto the bed, I climb on top. Before I can carry on her beautiful voice stops me.
"Doctor, I uh. I d. I don't want to be laying down." I can't give in to that. She has to associate this with me, NOT him.
"I know, but you need to be laying down so you can properly trust me." I pant. I have to speed this up. Before she can protest I kiss her again, but my hands are no longer caressing her sides.
Ikari.
The force behind his kiss in incomprehensible. There's so much passion and lust and need, as well as gentleness, love and care. I can only obey. It's not long before a pleasured groan escapes my lips. His hands are expertly massaging my breasts. I can imagine the smirk on his face. It doesn't take long for my emotions to kick in. I suddenly need him. My hands move to his shoulders, taking off his jacket. I hear a thump from the bottom of the bed telling me he's kicked his shoes off. His mouth moves to my neck, I begin to unbutton his waist coat and throw it carelessly on the floor. I try to take his shirt off but a knot of pleasure stops me. My groan makes his vigour stronger. His mouth is caressing my breasts, issuing groans from me. I decide to make another attempt at his shirt.
I manage to unbutton it as he pulls away gasping for air. He sits up, and I get a big shock. He isn't gangly at all. He actually has muscles! He has an eight pack! OMG! His chuckle snaps me back to reality.
Eleven.
I chuckle on seeing her face of disbelief. I shrug off my shirt and go to continue kissing her, but a hand on my stomach stops me. Her touch is like a drug. She traces my muscles, before stopping. I look at her beautiful face and notice a frown.
"Ikky, what's the matter?" I ask, my hearts pounding and my breath ragged. I feel her hand on my side, right where a scar lies. I can't tell her, not yet at least. I begin to kiss her again, her hands try to stop me, to make me explain, but I stop her first. I move my hands away from her chest and grab her wrists, pushing them back onto the mattress. I feel her tense. She goes into fight mode, writhing beneath me. I'm so stupid! I quickly move my hands and hug her.
"Ikky, calm down it's me, the Doctor. I'm sorry. I didn't mea..."
"Stop. It's not your fault. The only person to blame is.. Lorenzo." I tense at his name, but I'm soon calmed by her lips against mine. My patience is draining faster now that there's been a respite. I go to take off my trousers, but when I get there there's already a pair of hands at my belt. I get pushed away. I reaffirm my hands on her sides, but decide to move them lower.
Ugh. That isn't fair Ikky. Her hands are taking their time, grazing me every so often. She pulls away from me, I gaze back into her emerald eyes, which are glazed with adoration. I smile, knowing she'll always be by my side.
"Doctor, I think that you've been waiting far too long for this. But before I let you, you need to know one thing." She pulls me closer, I feel her breath on my neck, and can only imagine the mischief in her eyes.
"I am so scared right now, but any fear I may face will NEVER be as terrifying as the thought of being without you." I can only kiss her neck in return. I feel her legs move onto my hips, I position myself and caress her sides, knowing that this will hurt her. My head is pulled back onto her lips as I enter her. I stroke her side comfortingly, and feel the rough stitches in her skin. That will never happen again.
Time skip - 30 minutes later.
I lay at Ikari's side, her breathing is still heavier than mine. She hugs my waist and buries her face into my chest. I know that she's trying to fall asleep, but I push her away gently.
"You aren't going back to sleep. You had plenty of that last night."
"But I'm tired, and besides there isn't much of the day left." Humans are poor at keeping track of time. I sigh and shake my head.
"It's only 11:00 am Ikari. Come on, dressed." She holds me tighter. I just get up out of the bed and get dressed. I look back over at her. A frown is painted on her face. I'm about to get her out of bed myself when she begins to get ready.
"Fine. But you owe me." I sigh, hoping that her stubbornness will get more subdued, eventually.
Ikari.
I reluctantly get out of the warm comforting bed and brush my hair. I can't believe how good that felt. Even though I was, ow, terrified. Ah. The tangled mess of my hair isn't as easy to brush as usual. No guesses as to why. I look on my bedside table for a few hair ties (or bobbles as us Northerners call them.) and some grips. I'm about to put my hair up when a hand on my arm stops me. I look up to see the Doctor.
"What is it now?"
"Don't bother doing that, you'll be changing soon anyway." I sigh but he does have a point. Wait a minute. Out of the corner of my eye I notice his messy hair.
"Come here Doctor." He turns and looks at me.
"Why?" He asks, clearly confused.
"Just, come here." He does as I ask this time. I get up off the bed and grab the brush. He doesn't even notice. It's not long before he's lost a portion of his dignity.
"Ow! Ikari stop it." He manages to grab my arm and pull me away from him. "My hair wasn't that bad." I look at him, and then show him the brush. His face immediately becomes one of shock. He takes it out of my hand, disbelieving. I just turn and get dressed.
Eleven
The brush in my hand has quite a lot of long ginger hairs wrapped around the.. What are the sticky up bits called? Pegs? Combs? Spiky hair pullers? Pegs makes the most sense. Pegs as well as a few brown hairs. My hairs. It can't have been that tangled, could it? Blimey, wasn't expecting to get hairs yanked out of my head. A knock at the door shocks us both.
"Can I come in?" I turn and look at Ikari, who is just pulling her waistcoat over her shoulders.
"Yes George." I reply concerned. Why does he want to come in? What does he want?
"Ikky, y'know how mum said I couldn't have any girls round overnight?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"You were going to tell her if I did weren't you?"
"Well, duh." She turns to look at him, just as she puts on her tie.
"I don't think she'd be very pleased if I told her about you two." The look of shock on Ikky's face tells me that the consequences would be bad. "Just imagine how mad she'd be Ikky. It'd be like the argument of 2007. Doctor, do you remember what our Dad was like after you showed up with her in your TARDIS?" I just nod. "Imagine that, but a billion times worse, with a lot more shouting and maybe even a bit of throttling." Ohhhhkayyy. That's bad. Very very extremely bad.
"George please don't tell her. She doesn't need to know." The desperation in her eyes worries me. Helen wouldn't get that mad, would she?
"On one condition. You can't tell her if I bring a girl round, have a party or get drunk. Okay?" Ikari sighs.
"Fine. But it might take a little bit of payment." George walks over to her and gives her some money. He leaves, but as he does so, I notice him look at me intently before leaving. I wonder why he did that.
Ikari.
I swear to god that George is gay! I can't believe he just did that! Not that there's anything wrong with him being (potentially) gay. Luke disagrees. We have a bet on it. At least I've got back what George owes me.
"Come on then Doctor. Lets go on a adventure." I grab his hand and drag him down the stairs eager to get going. As we pass the front door however, there's a knock. I sigh and answer.
Stood on our porch is a delivery man. I notice a package.
"Could ya sign for this please love." He asks. I feel the Doctor tense slightly when he says 'love'. He's a overprotective idiot.
"Yeah, sure." I reply smiling. 'A smile, hello and good manners will get you far lass." As my grandad George would've said. I take the package, and shut the door, smiling at the memory of my grandpa.
"Who does he think he is? Love? The only person who should be allowed to call you that is me." I shut him up with a peck on the lips.
"Love is a friendly term in Yorkshire. Calm down." I walk away from him and put it on the kitchen side. Somehow George manages to pipe up.
"What is in the box?" I shake my head. He's always been like this, nosy beggar. But I do need to open it I suppose.
I hear the Doctor shuffle in, eager for me to get this over with. I open my package, to find the shoe box with my new shoes in. I can't help but smile. I open the box and pull out my new heeled boots. They're red leather with suede accents and have a 6cm heel. The Doctor walks over intrigued.
"They're perfect! Come on Ikari we have travelling to do." He leaves through the back doors. I turn back to the shoes and put them back in the box. Just as I do so, he pops his head back round the door. "Bring the shoes." Before rushing back to the TARDIS. I just shake my head, grab the shoes and say a hasty 'bye' to George.
As soon as I'm through the doors, we take off.
Eleven
Change of plans. We're going to visit some friends in Victorian London, 1894.
"Where are we going, Doctor?"
"Victorian London, 1894." I turn back to Ikari and drag her further into the TARDIS. I rush through the fourth door, on the second corridor to your left, dragging Ikky with me. The door shuts behind us, and Ikaris stood there in confusion.
"Doctor, I don't know what I'm doing in a giant wardrobe, but an explanation would be nice."
"You can't go to 1894 looking like that." A thunderous look appears in her face. "I mean your attire isn't considered proper for women back then." The storm clouds vanish, thank the gods I was able to pull that one back.
"It mightn't be considered proper, but I'm not changing." Well, almost. I just look at her, take the shoes out of her hand and begin to search the depths of the wardrobe for the right dress.
Ikari
He's just decided to disappear into the depths of this ridiculously huge wardrobe. I just stand there waiting for him to turn up again. Honestly, I need a tracking device for that man.
"Come on then Ikky." He says from behind me. The long months of abuse are still affecting my behaviour. I wheel round, panicking, but all I see is a alien clown carrying a seemingly excessive amount of clothing. I tap him on the arm.
"You know not to do that. Before you say a word, it's mot your fault." He sighs.
"Come on, lets get you looking victorian."
Eleven.
I just want her to be unafraid and completely trusting of me, but I feel as though we're hiding things from each other. How is that going to happen if we can't tell each other everything? I sigh, knowing that this is pointless.
"So, is it always like this? You running round after your companion? Saving planets and lives? Or is there more to it than that? In fact just forget it. I'd rather find out myself, besides it doesn't matter, as long as we're both together." I can't help but smile.
"We're here. Come on." I walk into my bedroom, Ikari following behind me.
"Is this your room?"
"Mmm hmm."
"It's perfect." The awe in her voice is obvious. I turn around, and walk over to her.
"Ikari," She looks at me, her eyes brimming with childish wonderment. "Get undressed, but keep your underwear on."
"But." I stop her protest with a kiss.
"But nothing." I go back over to the dress and try to figure out how you would put it on. A pair of arms around my waist get my attention. I have to fight my instincts once more. Just as I'm about to push her off, I notice a thin pale scar on her left arm. It was her right that got torn open all those years ago, so why is there one on her left? She lets go and walks round. There's just one thing I need to check first.
"Ikari, how do your stitches feel? Are they painful?"
"Yes, but your not healing them." I ignore her and place my hand over them. I feel the rough stitches and the bruised tissue, just on touching it. I apply a small amount of pressure, after about half a centimetre she speaks.
"Doctor, you're hurting me." I stop, the apology evident on my face. She just smiles back at me.
"Right then. Go stand at the bottom of the bed." I hear her move, and I pick up the corset. She'll be fine. Although, our dignity might be slightly lowered after this is over.
TARDIS LANDING SKIP.
Well. That was decidedly stressful. But Ikari looks beautiful. Although I still don't know why I'm waiting for her. She looks fine, what is she doing? Is this how its always going to be? Me waiting for her? I hope not.
Ikari.
"Come on then! Are we going or not?!" I hear the Doctor shout. I smile, before making my way to the console room. Uh oh. Stairs. The worst enemy of women in heels. Where's a lift when you need one? I somehow make my way down the stairs without breaking my neck. I walk over to the Doctor, his foot tapping with impatience and eagerness.
"Are you ready?" I nod, a smile plastered on my face. He takes my hand and we leave the TARDIS.
"Where are we going?" I ask intrigued. He just chuckles. He throws open the doors dramatically.
"Camden Market!" He pulls me out and the TARDIS locks behind us.
I can't believe how strange it all seems. The smell of the soot and smoke in the air as well as the clatter of horse and carriages. Not to mention the shouting and haggling between buyers and sellers. I never thought that it would be so astonishing, but it is. My wonderment is soon interrupted by the Doctor.
"May I?" He asks like a proper gentleman. I don't even answer, I just take his arm in mine. We walk away from the TARDIS, and it's not long before he starts talking.
"I love humans. Especially the victorians. You're always striving to do better, to become more intelligent, to beat past landmarks. You're the most innovative and childish, but also the most brilliant. No other race would be able to completely revolutionise industry as much as you manage in just a few decades. Just brilliant." I tune out slightly halfway through his ramblings. His arm in in mine, it's a autumn afternoon and we're in Camden Market. I'm now an official time traveller. He stops, taking me with him.
"What is it Doctor?" I ask completely baffled. Then I look at the stall in front of me. Flowers. Lots of flowers. Great, just bloody great for my hay fever. Yay! I sigh, before noticing a stall selling sewing material. I wonder how much it costs?
Eleven.
I notice Ikky looking over at the sewing stall. Did I put some money in my pocket? I wonder searching my left pocket for the coins. Aha!
"Ikari take this." I say handing her a pound note and plenty of change. She must get the message because she turns but I manage to stop her before she can walk off. "Don't wander off. I mean it. Please, I don't want you to get hurt or lost." Her smile is the only reply I need. I watch her go over before my attention returns to the flowers in front of me. Right then.
Ikari.
I make it over to the stall completely unharmed. I can't believe him, as if I'd wander off! What would he do if I wasn't there to save him? Typical. Anyway fabric. He needs another bow tie. I know how to sew, and I will make him one for his up and coming birthday. I still need to find out the date, but I instinctively know it's soon.
"Could I have some of the dark blue material please as well as some matching thread and some green cotton an'all."
"Yes you can." I notice her shuffling about getting everything together before placing it in front of me. "That everythin?"
"Yeah." I reply. I pay the woman and pick up my goods. I head back over to the flower stall, to see the clown waiting for me.
Eleven
I see Ikari walking towards me with some material in her hand. When she gets here I try to have a look but she swats my arm away. I just frown.
"Oh, stop pouting, you're not a child."
"Fine. But only if you accept my gift." The look on her face is one of confusion. Before she can say anything, I pick up the flowers and hand them to her. I don't know what to expect, the expression on her face is so unreadable.
"Doctor, they're beautiful. But I might be sneezing quite a bit." Ah, she must have hayfever. Stupid condition. How can someone be allergic to hay? Why does it make people sneeze around flowers? Humans are confusing.
"I'm just glad you like them." I take her arm in mine again, before starting to browse the various stalls. I never thought that anything could ever fell this good. It's just blissful. All because of Ikari. I smile. I look to my left and see a jewellery shop. I steer us towards it.
"Doctor."
"Don't you dare. This is a surprise." She sighs.
"I don't like surprises." Only Ikari. I chuckle realising how complicated she actually is. She goes in first, I follow, hoping that my plan will work.
Ikari.
He's got a plan. I know he has. But I won't say anything or question him. He wouldn't answer anyway. I start looking in the glass cabinets, I come across a sapphire necklace. It has a thin silver chain and several small sapphires around the front. They're arranged in a sort of sloping triangle shape. It would perfectly match my grandmothers ring. Before I can ask about them, the Doctor does it for me. I didn't even notice him behind me. I tune out of the conversation thinking about the condition of the house when we get home. I can only hope that it doesn't look like a war torn city.
"Ikari." I snap out of my thoughts.
"Yes. Come on. I thought we were going somewhere else." I say.
"Yes we are. Just wait outside, I won't be long." I am about to argue, but I just give in. He wouldn't listen anyway. I turn and leave the shop, the cool air hitting me as I leave the warmer atmosphere inside. I look back down at my flowers, they have to mean something, otherwise it would be a bit boring. He knows that I hate boring. I have to work it out.
"Excuse me." I turn round and see a gruff voiced man behind me. I go to move out of his way but my arm he grabs my arm and drags me into a side alley. All of a sudden a eyestalk comes out of his head, and I know what he is. Before I can run, everything goes black.
Eleven.
Ikari's going to love this. I look at the engagement ring in it's box, before closing it, and leaving the shop. I put it in my pocket before she can notice.
"Right then Ikari. Ikari? Ikari?!" She's not here. Where is she? I look around the area frantically, but she's nowhere to be seen. I notice an alleyway to my right, before walking into it. Not far from the entrance, are her flowers, lying haphazardly on the ground. I kneel down and pick them up, keeping them close to my chest. As I stand back up, I smell something odd for this time. I reach into my pocket and get the sonic out. Before I can sonic it however I hear footsteps from behind me. I turn sharply and see a gruff looking man behind me.
"Hello, Doctor." It was him! It has to be!
"Where is she!?"
"Don't worry, you'll be with her very soon Doctor." My anger is starting to get rather alarming.
"What have you done to her!?" He doesn't answer. He just looks at me before there's a flash of white, and I become unconscious.
I slowly open my eyes, and wake up. Then I remember. I jump up, looking for her. The flowers still in my hand I approach the door. I fall to the floor as it unexpectedly opens. I push myself to my feet two Daleks in front of me.
"Where is she!?" I shout enraged by them and the thoughts of what they might've done to her.
"She is he-re. Unharmed." Relief. Just pure relief. But if that's true then why aren't they threatening me yet?
"Come with us Doctor."
"No." I won't be bullied by a pair of pepperpots.
"Explain!"
"No. Negative. Not happening. I'm not going anywhere with you until you prove that she's unharmed." I all but shout at them.
"If you don't obey, she will be..."
"Let me guess, Exterminated?" I say, bluffing to cover up my panic.
"No. She will be converted and ordered to kill you." I panic even more. I would rather have her exterminated than become a Dalek. I can't let that happen to her. It would destroy her, just like it did Oswin.
"Fine, but any sign of you going back on your word and I will rid the skies of your race FOREVER!" If she dies at their hands, they will pay for it.
AN-sorry this took so long to write. I had a bit of a writers block with this one. Sorry, :(