Extreme Time Twist

by Lumendea

Chapter Thirteen: Back to Basics VII

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who and gain nothing from the creation of this story.

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The Doctor's eye followed every subtle movement of the Burvians as they moved around Rose gracefully. Part of him was raging against leaving her lying there helpless on the table anywhere near the same beings that had almost. Inwardly he snarled at the notion, but took another deep breath to stay calm. He noted with relief that her muscles were relaxing and her brain scans were slowly returning to normal levels.

"We meant no harm," the light blue Burvian said softly, "Desperation, I'm afraid to say can drive one to make choices that are . . . " the high feminine voice trailed off and the Doctor felt a flicker of understanding and sympathy.

"I know," he answered shortly, hoping that his tone would keep the Burvian from further conversation.

He just wanted his wife back on her feet and to fulfill his part of the bargin, yet the energy being wafted over to him.

"I have heard tales of one called the Doctor," it informed him that familiar slightly awed tone of voice. "He came to our world long ago."

The Doctor frowned in surprise, but then nodded quickly to cover his reaction. He'd not been to their world before so it must be in his future. Vaguely he wondered how soon that was due to come up. Rubbing Rose's hand softly, he looked back at her and grinned as her eye lids began to flutter open, no longer caring that the Burvians were watching him. Rose couldn't help but smile as her eyes fell on her husband and he relaxed at how calm and comfortable she was.

"Hello," Rose whispered; she relaxed as he grinned happily and brushed some hair from her face.

"Hello," the Doctor replied as he glanced over her body, checking for any odd responses, "How do you feel?"

Pushing herself up, Rose glanced at the three clouds and swallowed nervously. Her brown eyes flickered back to him, but she didn't say anything or make any sudden moves instead deferring to his knowledge of what was going on.

"It's okay Rose," the Doctor reassured her gently. "They were desperate and didn't mean to hurt you so much." He hated to admit that, but he would if it helped Rose stay calm. "They aren't going to hurt you."

Nodding, Rose slid off the table and leaned against her husband, breathing him in. He wrapped an arm around her, grateful to feel her so close to him and whole. While he knew it was natural for her to sleep it always bothered him seeing such a vibrant person being so still and adding in aliens who'd harmed her only made it hundreds of times worse.

"I'm fine," she assured him softly, seeming to catch his lingering unease. "So now what?"

Looking at the Burvians, the Doctor scooped up the surprised Rose and simply said, "I'm taking my wife back to my ship. I will return in a few minutes with the necessary parts to fix your ship and duplicating systems."

The dark cloud moved toward him as it turned an even dark color, but the light blue Burvian cut him off.

"Please hurry Doctor," the lighter one said urgently. "The drain to remain on this plain is progressing rapidly."

Nodding, the Doctor left the ship, keeping a tight grip on Rose who remained silent until they had passed through the shield again. Behind them the Doctor thought he could hears sounds of arguing. He could understand that and to be honest there was a little bit of temptation to just leave with Rose and let them deal with their own problems.

"What exactly happened Doctor?" Rose questioned with a raised eyebrow. "My memory is foggy, but I'm pretty sure I wasn't having tea with them.

The Doctor chuckled, smiling down at Rose as he answered, "They had it in their heads to use your brain to make more of themselves," seeing her surprised look, he grinned and explained, "They are mental energy Rose. They don't even have names, their identity is wrapped in each other," he paused and swallowed. "They are distantly related to the Family actually, but anyway they thought you were a native. If you were, it wouldn't have hurt as much. I told them I'd help them get home and survive if they undid the damage." The Doctor grimanced and added, "They really do need help."

"I understand," Rose told him gently with soft smile. "I'm not happy with them, but I trust your judgement."

"You shouldn't."

"Do you have what you need?" Rose asked him, ignoring his mutter.

Grinning, the Doctor turned Rose in his arms to let her unlock the TARDIS. Light spilled out onto the surface and Rose inhaled the smell of the ship deeply, feeling a little better just from that. Rose leaned against the Doctor's shoulder again as he stepped into the TARDIS.

"Nope, but the twins have what I need," the Doctor informed her with a grin at Rose's doubtful look, "I helped them build it."

"I guess that's what I get for being the mother of the new generation of Time Lords."

"Only species you are doing that for," the Doctor muttered quietly.

Rose heard him and laughed, shaking her head.

Six hours later, the Doctor held Rose's hand tightly in his hand as the ship rose up into the air. He grinned as it glowed red and vanished into the morning sky.

"Sorry we missed the meter shower."

Smiling, Rose squeezed his hand and assured, "Honestly this was better." She pulled him back into the TARDIS and shut the door before planting her lips against his. Smiling against his lips, Rose wrapped her arms around him until he pulled back and grinned. Smirking, she kissed him very softly and quickly. "Just like old times," she whispered.

Grinning at her broadly, the Doctor pulled Rose back into his arms and but froze as the very familiar voice of his eldest son said, "They're doing it again!"

Sighing, Rose shook her head and put on a smile, turning back to their children. Everything was back to normal, or at least as normal as it ever was in the TARDIS.