A/N:This plot isn't as bad as Ramble 2. Basically, all that's happened is future Rory has come back to the past to the bus crash in Ramble 1, saved his parents, got hurt, accidentally went back even further into the past to the Ninth Doctor who is now helping him. On the other side of the tracks, the Tenth Doctor has given himself up for Rose and now a mysterious baby has just appeared on the doorstep. That I can't tell you anymore about…coz I don't really know :D. That's as deep as you need to think right now :P

So, whatever did happen to our Doctor?


Chapter 29 – Whatever Happened To Our Doctor?

The Tenth Doctor, Location Unknown, Date Unknown.

The Doctor yawned widely, feeling himself lying in a comfy bed, warm and as happy as a cat lain on a rug by the fire. Not even bothering to open his eyes he automatically stretched out an arm to find Rose lying somewhere next to him, but his arm clutched at thin air.

"Rose?" he asked with another yawn, opening his deep brown eyes and propping himself onto an elbow. He allowed his eyes to adjust to the brightness of the room, instantly realising this was infact, not the TARDIS. It wasn't even Jackie's flat.

He examined his unfamiliar surroundings with intent; he was lying in a King-Sized white silk-sheeted bed in a huge royal-looking beautifully decorated room – the main colour of variation being purple. Elegant purple curtains hung from the vast window, outside of which nothing but a long expanse of forest for as far as the eye could see. He could hear the happy singing of birds outside, but apart from that the room was silent.

He frowned and rubbed his head, trying to recall what had happened and what this place was. A trade. Yes, that had been it. Rose, Rory and Jack…Mickey and Howard…Jackie and Bob…he'd lost them all. Someone had taken him prisoner – although it sure didn't feel like it.

He slid out of the comfy bed, getting to his feet. He staggered as a wave of dizziness suddenly hit him, making him fall sideways and almost collapse onto the bedside table, only just about stopping himself. He lifted his head, managing to catch his own dazed reflection in a long polished mirror set conveniently infront of him. He'd been redressed into grey silk pyjamas.

He glanced at the analogue clock on the bedside table: 7:00pm. He must still be on Earth – having a clock on the bedside table was just so remarkably human. He had no idea had long it had been…a day? A week? Maybe even a month. Maybe he'd already been rescued and he'd been unconscious for the entire ordeal? He knew being a captive, and it sure didn't feel like this. Usually being held captive included chains and bars and fat men holding electric rods but he was standing in a room of luxury.

His eye caught something lain carefully out at the bottom of the bed he had woken up in – his own suit and coat, freshly laundered and newly pressed. Even his converses had been somehow washed, never before looking so immaculate and pristine white.

Silently, he began to get dressed.

He was just pulling on his second shoe before there was a sudden knocking sound at the grand oaken door, and he called in a singsong voice for the knocker to enter. A short, pixie looking figure looked up at him with big sad eyes, some kind of blue residual purple energy tingling on its skin. This being was psychic, the image probably created purely out of memories.

"My La-Lady re-requests your pre-presence in the D-Dining Hall, Sir D-Doc-Doctor," it stuttered, plainly terrified.

"Thanks," the Doctor said, straightening as he pulled on his jacket. "I'll find it."

"Pl-please Sir, I am s-supposed to t-take y-you there…"

"It's okay, I can find it myself," the Doctor tried again, concerned for the being. It was enslaved unwillingly, he could tell.

"N-no please, Sh-she'll k-kill me for di-disobey-ying H-her…"

The Doctor frowned, pulling on his coat as he made towards the creature. It whimpered, cowering as though it were expecting the Doctor to hit it.

"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you," he said, dropping to its level and slowly extending a hand to rest on its shoulder. "I know what's been done to you, and I promise, I will get you all out of this. I had no choice in being here either."

It paused for a moment, flinching as the Doctor's hand rested on its shoulder, but finally accepting the Doctor as an ally and giving a strained smile.

"Thank you," it said, and turned to lead the Doctor to the Dining Hall.


"Oh, Doctor darling, how're you feeling?" were the unexpected words that greeted him as he stepped warily through the huge Dining Hall door, entering the most absolutely stunning and vast room he'd ever seen in his entire life…and that was saying something. The decoration was purple yet relatively simple, though it looked even grander than the room he'd woken up in. His eyes dropped from the engravings on the ceiling to the long royal table, almost as long as the room itself.

The woman who had spoken was standing up, waving one of Her arms in the direction of the door behind him he had failed to shut – She didn't even touch it, but it carefully swung shut, the door bolt sliding into place almost magically.

"I hope my slaves weren't too rough when they brought you here." She smiled a pearly white smile, seemingly gliding towards him from across the Hall.

"No, no, ma'am I'm fine," he answered, trying not to sound as confused and helpless as he felt.

"Please, call me Khthonia, as in an epithet of Hekate, unless of course you wish to call me by my real name: Khrusosandalaimopotikhthonia."

Gold-sandalled-blood-drinking-queen-of-the-underworld. "A fitting name," he muttered. Khthonia just smiled back.

"Please, take a seat my dearest, you must be hungry after your long journey and sleep."

Figuring it was probably the best move to make at the current time, he moved towards Her as She sat once again at the head of the lonely table, piles and piles of human looking food spread out across the top. There was another place already set up on Her immediate left, which the Doctor took.

"Help yourself to nourishment. Now, I guess you're wondering why I brought you here?"

"Never even crossed my mind," the Doctor answered absently as he reached out for some bread, feeling guilty for his gluttony but he was absolutely starving.

"No?" She seemed a little put out by his answer, but carried on regardless. "I've been watching your exploits all around the Universe, Doctor," She said in that seductive voice that seemed somehow to echo inside his mind as She spoke them. She was a being of immense psychic control, he could tell. He was having a lot of trouble trying to block Her out of his mind. What species was She? She wasn't…no, so couldn't be. Could She?

"What are you?" he demanded to know, raising the glass of wine to his lips as he looked Her over carefully. "Human, with a few tweaks?"

"You are sharp-minded Doctor. Our child shall be one to be feared."

The Doctor instantly spluttered as the words passed Her lips, the wine he had just taken a sip of coming back out and spilling into the glass.

"I'm sorry?!" the Doctor had to verify it to make sure he had heard right.

"Our child, the ultimate being of the Universe."

The Doctor had suddenly gone off of his food now, the glass of wine set back onto the table. "Forgive me, I may be being slightly dumb here, but how exactly are you wishing to acquire this Time Lord child?"

"I am an immortal human Doctor, and the child must be conceived naturally for the ultimate being."

"Why me? I'm not the most powerful being in the Universe, or even this world. There are plenty of people stronger than me that are purely human that might even be willing to produce offspring with you." He couldn't actually believe he was saying this. He was pretty damn sure that there were laws against this kind of thing.

"Incorrect, Doctor," She said with a shake of the head, "you are the ultimate being. I studied you throughout my years of imprisonment and came to adore you. You are the last of your race; you can overthrow a world in six words, create love in three and destroy it again in just one. You live on by changing your body, and you even have a time travelling machine. I admire you, not only as a hero, but also as a man aswell. You have the choice to become the ruler of the Universe yet you choose not to accept that power. It takes more than a Time Lord to say no to such immense power."

"This is all very flattering," the Doctor began again, "but I already have a wife and two children – and a standby rebound," he added, in memory of the Captain.

"But what are they, Doctor? Humans. They never amounted to anything. You deserve so much better."

"I love them. Sorry, but that tends to make me a little blind to their specie's faults."

"Then love me,"She said shortly as She suddenly got onto her feet, for a moment just standing still – but as the Doctor was almost hypnotised by the bright green eyes; he suddenly began to get butterflies in his stomach, beginning to feel slightly sick with the way She was actually so powerfully psychic could control him whenever She fancied. She was starting to control his lust.

He tried desperately to fight it – but was proving useless. He wanted her, he needed her, he was yearning to take her, hard. He needed to be with her, to feel her baby soft skin, her petal warm lips pressed against his with a her radiant features glowing with pleasure…the way she would run her warm fingers caressingly through his hair, her touch being sparks of electrical delight…but all the while he knew he shouldn't be feeling this. He almost cried out as he began to slide down in the chair helplessly, suddenly feeling something wrapping around his chest, holding him up in the chair.

He was gasping for air now, determined not to let Her win and get that little satisfactory moan of ecstasy She was yearning to hear come out of his mouth.

"Don't fight it Doctor," he could hear Her saying in his head from a distance. "Give in to me…"

The Doctor knew he couldn't keep this up much longer. He was either going to pass out or just give in…and he was pretty determined it was going to be the former choice. Just as he thought he was going to totally collapse, the grip She had on him released as quickly as it had come, and him felt himself being pulled back up into the chair and the pressure around his chest tightened slightly to keep him from falling once more.

"Did that feel good, Doctor? Better than any mortal human could give you. I swear, my intentions were good whilst you are still pledged to another woman, mortal though she is,"She was saying, but he didn't want to hear Her. He was gasping for air, head resting on the back of the seat. He wasn't falling to this.

"You think that's the best I've had?" he gasped, "y'know, it's funny how I was thinking of Rose during that, not you."

Her face fell; morphed into an expression of anger and contempt.

"And here's me thinking we could have avoided the mess. Slaves!" She called, and although the Doctor couldn't turn his head to see them he heard the heavy footfalls of two slaves coming into the room. "Take the Doctor to the cells and chain him up, maybe a few days down there will help him come to a more sensible decision."

"Yes mistress," two automatics voices said in unison, and the pressure around his ribs loosened as he felt strong arms pick him up and drag him roughly onto his feet. He managed to force his head up, looking at Khthonia to meet a disappointed face.

He wasn't going to submit to Her twisted, sick request.