"You've gotta be kidding me." Jack rifled through the pile of forms. It was two inches thick.

"You want to know my sexual orientation? And all my past encounters and their names and addresses? "

The woman behind the desk gave him a less then impressed look. She was pale, thin, and brown haired and Rose wondered whether she had it. How long she had to live.
She shivered, and then felt disgusted with herself. When did I get so morbid?

It was the place, she decided. Like someone had tried to take all the worst aspects of a hospital and the best ones of an asylum, mixed them together, and painted the metal walls beige. It was oppressive and invasive.

"We understand that it may be difficult for you to identify all of them, Mr Harkness, but as many as you can remember would be infinitely useful. "

"Jeez."

He plonked himself down in a chair, and took out a pen. Rose curled herself next to him on the floor.

"Thought it was a towel we always had to have?"

Rose took her biro out of her pocket and gave it a menacing click. "Pens are much more useful. You never know when you're gonna need one."
Jack grinned; you lived life to the full, you always carried a pen, some string, and a small shrinkable medical kit. He'd given Rose the lecture when he's found she didn't own flesh glue.

"So it's gonna be a while then?"

"Looks like, sorry."

"S'ok"

Rose sighed, and shut her eyes. His face popped up unbidden, blue eyes shining, and she opened hers hurriedly. Instead, she stared at Jack's shoes and fell into her recent game of recreating The Conversation in a way that would mean she was right now holding hands with him. Or kissing him. Or just talking to him, having him show off, not walking out of any room she was in with a face like a dying star…

It was cold and the nib of Jack's pen scratched, a comforting, or maybe distracting background to her thoughts. She gathered her jumper closer to and shut her eyes again.


Run.

She's my plus one.

I never go anywhere without her.

I could save the world but lose you.

This was stupid. She hated the fact that she couldn't do a thing. It was all up to him, and what's worse, she'd put him in that position. She remembered something her mum had said just the once, her dad's birthday, 1997. Some blokes, love, you make them give up their soul so you can have their heart. It doesn't work. If you like them enough, take them as they are.
She'd tried to change him. He wasn't like that….in actual fact she loved that he wasn't 'like that'. They didn't talk about it, they just were. Together.

What use are emotions if you cannot save the woman you-

"Rose?"

She opened her eyes as Jack nudged her with his foot.

"You alright down there? It's cold."

"Don't I know it…" She stretched out, pins and needles spreading through her left foot, and she blew on her hands to warm them.

"I'm going for a walk, ok? Just wander about a bit, try to find a heat source of some kind."

"I'm free for snuggling."

She laughed and zipped her hoody up to the top, hiding her nose underneath and breathing to try and get warm.

"Never heard you use the word snuggle. Nah, it's ok, I was getting bored. I'll stay close."

"Right…bye…" he was immersed in a questionnaire.

Rose walked out of the damp waiting area, and into a corridor that was even wetter and darker. She wondered why on earth they made it so unpleasant here, and then realised she was being naive. Obvious. It was as a deterrent.
She looked around for a sign so she could make her way back.

TBH667YT

You could easily get lost. She took her infamous pen out of her pocket, and wrote the number on her hand, and then opened a door to her left.

Thirty seconds later, she didn't notice as the Doctor stepped carefully through behind her.

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'Quarantine Cleared – Disembarking Area '

The notice was stuck to a glass window in a door, A4 paper and blue handwriting, which was odd because all the other signs were painted wood.

Pushing open the door she saw what looked like a dormitory. Three sets of bunk beds, a urinal at one end and a pile off books in the middle of the floor. Someone had been smoking, and the walls had been freshly repainted, still beige over metal, but it hadn't faded. It was uncomfortable, this room, and something prickled over the back of her neck. One of the books had been partially burnt for heat. There's got to be something we can do about this dump. There are kids living like this.

She was turning to leave, but someone touched her shoulder. She jumped and let out a yell.

"Christ!"

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

An insipid, silky voice accompanied the hand. She tuned to see a thin man in grey overalls and plimsolls, and automatically took a step back. He smiled, and stepped forward, closing the gap between them.
He was blonde, very fair, and he had a slight accent. Bristolian?

She recoiled when he reached out and stroked her cheek. His fingers were icily cold and wet. Making Rose think reptilian. His eyes were green, washed out in the dim light. A second word joined the first. Fish. He was oily.

"D'you mind?"

He just smiled and Rose backed towards the door. Not good, not good..

"Uh - I have to leave." His lashed shot out and grabbed her shoulder, and she ducked and brought her knee up to his groin-

"Bad." He grabbed her knee, twisting it, and she fell to the floor.

"What the hell are you doing?" He advanced slowly as she tried to scramble up. The door slammed closed of its own accord and she screamed, loudly as she'd been taught, yelling with all her might.

"Jack! Get the fuck off me! JACK!"

"No-one around here…I made sure.." He was unbuttoning her jeans, and Rose tried desperately to kick him off, but he held her to the floor with his knees, he was strong, stronger than he should have been. He's not human.

She beat down with her hands as his fingers travelled over her underwear. Rape. The word rose in her mind like bile, and the world spun. He's going to…

"Fuck! Do you have it? DO YOU HAVE AID's?"

He smiled again, and she screamed, wordlessly as his thick lips descended to meet hers. His tongue tasted foul, and then she saw him. Staring through the glass window, the Doctor. There was a fraction of a second as his mouth dropped and their eyes met, and then he yelled, kicking at the door, and bursting in.

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The Doctor had been waiting three corridors down, cursing himself for not keeping up. He hated this, sneaking around after her, like chasing an overactive child. She didn't deserve this, he knew. She deserved someone who would give her a life, make her proud of herself, someone who was easy. He snorted. No pun intended.

It was a horrible place, Nicole. It closed down in three years from now or he'd be manning the guns himself. Jack was the missing link, the renegade time agent with the answer, but it was important to let him find that out for himself. Not to screw up history too much.
He wondered why he hadn't thought of it before, and then gave an ironic smile.

He was finding it even harder to concentrate and to keep his cool, especially as Jack and Rose seemed to be getting closer. It was ridiculous. Forget possessive, this was obsession; she dominated his thoughts, and the more he shut himself away, the worse it became.
But she was so tangible, so alive, she spread herself through everything she did and the Tardis was saturated with her. Being around her was electric.

The worst of it was that he had no-one to run to. Gallifrey loomed in every dream. And he didn't cry anymore.

He never had, around Rose. He'd never cried for his family or his people before he met her, and then first stop out of the Tardis door, the end of the earth, and she'd dragged up emotions he hadn't known existed. And he'd cried, and afterwards…he'd been calm. He'd slept, he'd eaten, he'd talked and laughed and hadn't fallen asleep underneath a grill being poked by a screwdriver. In fact the exact opposite to what he'd done every night for the preceding two weeks.

He grinned suddenly, despite himself, remembering the way she gasped and wrinkled her nose and giggled and moaned. She's one hell of a girl..

A voice in the back of his head whispered she's yours. His smile dropped and he stared at the beige panelling.
She doesn't want me. You've lost it. You've lost her.

He longed to hear her laughing again, and feel her hot little hand in his.

And then a scream ran across the corridor, and his blood rushed to head, and he could hear the pumping in his ears.

"Jack! Get the fuck off me! JACK!"

"Rose!" He could see the door, and he flung himself down the corridor, hearts stopping as he heard her scream again.

"Rose! ROSE!"

"Do you have it? DO YOU HAVE AID's?"

He almost blacked out. No, no, no, no, please…

The window on the door was transparent, as he rattled it, willing it to open, he saw her on the floor and held down by white hands-

He kicked the door and it flew open, rage building inside him as the demi-human looked up, confused and disoriented. In his nine hundred years of existence, he had never wanted to hurt something so badly, and he kicked him savagely in the face, "Get up. Get the fuck up." The man whimpered something and crawled to the corner.

"She's twenty, and she's Rose, AND YOU COULD HAVE TAKEN HER LIFE AWAY!" he thundered, kicking him again in the stomach.

"Get. Up."

The man spat blood onto the floor, and looked up, face partially hidden by a protective arm. He was giggling.

"…makes them squirm.."

The Gallifreyan pulled the monster's head roughly upwards, and was about to hit it, but a voice called out-

"Doctor, no!"

He let the demi-human fall to the floor, forgotten. Rose was pushed into a corner, her eyes wide, and her trousers tangled around her legs. It struck him. She's alive, she's ok, she's..

He strode over and grabbed her around the waist, tight, and ignoring her partial nakedness, clicked his screwdriver. They materialised in his room. He was shaking. So was she.

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"Thank-you- he- he.." She trailed off as he pulled her close, rocking her and kissing the top of her head, her face, her eyes, her nose, breathing her in and squeezing his eyes shut, feeling her sob and shudder and present. Here. Thank God.

He made a noise half-way between a whimper and a moan, and pulled her jeans all the way off, stroking and gripping the bared flesh, as if he didn't touch all of her, now, she'd slip away.

Rose clutched at him, eyes closed as she felt the rain of hot kisses over her face. She was drowning in him, his smell, his breath, and she reached to take off her top, almost crying out as she realised it had been torn. The Doctor lifted her onto his bed, never stopping his stroking for an instant, and buried his face in her hair, pulling at her shirt and ripping it off completely.

"Gods, Rose-"

"No, I need it, I need you-"

She sobbed as she saw the pile off soiled clothes tossed at the edge of the room. Insignificant. As they should be.
He was running his hands through her hair now, soft handfuls of it, and kissing her neck. She made him stop for an instant, pulling at his jumper and his jacket and dumping them onto the bed. She found his mouth and dropped back onto a mattress sunk to fit his shape, duelling with his tongue, and clutching his back forcefully. She reached behind her and unlinked her bra, and pulled off her remaining underwear, making short work of his belt and trousers, releasing his straining hard-on.

The beginnings of tears were falling around his eyes. As his weight anchored her to bed and his face hovering above her, she licked them away, tasting the salty roughness of his skin and his stubble. He turned his head to one side, eyes shut tightly in fierce concentration, and she cupped his face with her hand, both of them already moving in time together. He's so fragile.

Two weeks apart and before exploded in a haze of colour as he ran his hands up her spine and around to her breasts, touching her like she was going to disappear, forcing away all memory of the wrong fingers. She shuddered.
He caught her hands in his, and kissed her passionately. She could still taste the blond haired man in her mouth, and the Doctor must have too because he swept his tongue around hers mercilessly. His kiss retained the skill but the speed and power were almost too much. Within seconds all she could taste was him. It was almost enough.

"Doctor – you-"

She felt feverishly below the sheet, and guided their hips together. He couldn't help but push into her, with a long wavering, weighted moan. She cried out into his mouth, and gripped his back hard enough to pierce skin, and they started to move, fast and hard.

It wasn't serene. It wasn't tranquil. It was proof.
They moved together, him thrusting inside her, both sets of hips bucking feverishly as the temperature rose. They sobbed together as he pulled out and breathed as one as he surged in, ecstasy over taking. It proved it. They were here and together and now, and the Doctor sank down to bite her ear, "Mine."
She panted and nodded, unable to speak as he slid out again.

Rose felt they were joined in a single being. Every trace of her fear and uncertainty and shame were lost as the Doctor pushed her to the brink. She was overwhelmed by his presence. The bed was half made, sheets thrown to one side, and she loved that because it had been his, and now what they were sharing made it theirs. No-one could stop that, no-one could force them apart. Breath and sweat mingled, Rose felt the pull of nine-hundred years and the Doctor whimpered because she was alive and new and Rose and he sucked at her neck and groaned as she squeezed tightly around him and…

He pushed into her one last time as she arched her back, and he came with a keening cry, emptying himself inside her. Rose moaned out a broken 'Doctor!', as she tipped into orgasm and waves of pure white light throbbed through her body, pushing her into the pillows. The Doctor hid his face in her shoulder, panting.

They lay entwined until their sweat cooled.

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Rose dozed, head on his chest and semi-conscious of hands stroking and playing with her hair. She awoke fully as his chest began to shake and something warm ran down her face, and she fumbled, trying desperately to push her hair away.

He was crying. Eyes screwed shut and body heaving crying, great racking sobs that shook him. Upon realising she was fully aware he pushed his head into the pillow.

"None of that…come on.."

Rose tipped his head towards her, and slid her arms around him, entwining their legs and pressing herself as close as possible.

"I thought I'd lost you," he said, rocking her. Her hands moved up to his head and started stroking his hair and his face, brushing away the tears that were still freely falling.

"I'm here. Always here. Can't get rid of me."

"No," he said, squeezing her body tightly. "I thought it was over, I thought…us."

She smiled and met his lips with her own, and they kissed for a long moment. When they broke away she sighed, long and happy, and the Doctor gulped. God she's…she's…Rose.

He grinned.

"Never. Never over."

They watched light flow over the Doctor's ceiling. Luminescent and blue like water; Rose had missed it, the gentle rushing sounds. And the muffled thumping from the Doctor's hearts, which were a lot quieter than hers.

The Doctor laughed suddenly, and she smiled, sleepily.

"What?"

"Nothing…just..I can't believe we had sex and then I cried. Bet you don't get that in human males."

"You'd be surprised.." Rose replied, deadpan.

He sat up as if remembering something and she groaned and pulled him down again.

"Nooo…no talking until tomorrow. How can you not be exhausted?"

He grimaced, and rolled off her, pulling the sheet up." I didn't hurt you did I? Did he? Rose?"

She opened one eyes and curled into a ball.

"Turn the light off you daft sod. "

"I'm serious."

She opened her eyes resignedly, and pulled him back into bed, switching the light off, pulling the duvet over them and curling like a dormouse in his arms.

"So am I. If you want to see me naked, you'll have to wait until tomorrow."

He chuckled and buried his nose in her hair, breathing her in.

"Think I can wait until then?"

But she was already asleep. And so was he.

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A week later:

"So basically a giant moth with a bad case of megalomania is going to burst it's way out of that nest in the next thirty seconds, and we have to set off a huge wave of electricity to fry it to a crisp? "

The Doctor beamed at her. She'd been paying attention.

" 'Bout sums it up, yeah.". Jack raised his eyebrows and shot off at a sprint. The Doctor grabbed her hand.

"Run!"