F/O: After watching David Tennant just now in Secret Smile (ITV), I suddenly realised I hadn't posted today. I'm sacrificing my well-needed sleep here for you guys! - And I've got Chemistry first thing...
Though, admittedly, psyco!David may linger in my nightmares tonight. He's shivers an amazing actor, but Brendan (his character) is so really freaky. Great program though! Nice to see David in action so to speak (GOF was not enough for me... shivers dark, intense leather clad man...) and with his ultra sexy, wonderfully cute, Scottish accent and ruffley hair! I'm thinking of selling plushies... Ruffle Me Doctor TM. -
Yes, the fic. Here it is.

Chapter Six

'This is gettin' stupid,' Rose thought to herself as she came to this time, tied to a chair in a large room.

"Ah, Miss Tyler. So good of you to join us." 'Pompous universe-destroying ass' Rose thought savagely, before opening her eyes. She knew the sort – travelling with the Doctor taught you a lot about people. No matter what race they were, or how many tentacles they had, there was always one that would try to take over the world/city/universe etc.

"Didn't really have a choice, did I?" she replied, pulling against the metal chords holding her wrists and ankles to the back of the chair.

"Now now, let us remain civil. After all, this should only be a simple bargain." His tone was light, but she couldn't see his face as he was pacing behind her. Scanning her surroundings, she replied simultaneously, buying time.

"Bargain? That's what you call it in whatever time-zone we're in?" She was in a long, thin rectangular room, with a door directly in front of her. Glancing to her left, she saw a few rows of computer banks, being attended to by young apparently human people wearing jumpsuits. God, this looked like one of those naff sci-fi shows.

Glancing across in the other direction, her eyes met with his – her Doctor's, and she sighed with relief, despite their current problems.

Doctor?

And courtesy demands we speak aloud, An unfamiliar voice sounded harshly in her mind in response, and she twisted her neck to glare at the man behind her.

"Get out of my head!"

An eyebrow quirked above one brilliantly green eye as he moved into her field of vision, and she glanced him over in distaste. No jumpsuit for him – no, he was wearing a lab coat over a suit, his light brown hair short and neat.

"I think you fail to see the situation here, Miss Tyler," the man replied pleasantly, but with a tense edge to his features that denoted anger.

"Nope," she replied, "I think I see it quite clearly. You've kidnapped the Doctor and me and you want somethin' in return. You aren't gonna get it, we're goin' to escape, pull down your evil empire, and get away without a scratch." Rose looked over at the Doctor. "Sound about righ'?"

He grinned in response, but she could tell it wasn't in his eyes. Refusing to be worried by his vulnerability, she smiled. The man scowled.

"You seem to be labouring under the misconception that you will survive this meeting," he hissed. Rose suppressed a shiver. "However," he continued in a much more pleasant tone of voice, "I will correct that."

"My name is James Haverlake. I am one of the most notable medical geniuses studying the mind, if I say so myself. Oh, don't worry, I know your names already Miss Rose Marion Tyler, Doctor," he nodded to each of them in turn, "And you have something I want – something I intend to have."

"You ain't getting' it." The Doctor suddenly snarled from across the room, anger lighting his face. "I won't let you."

"Doctor?" Rose said quickly, and their eyes met; his, still full of anger but tinged with helplessness and sorrow, hers confused.

"Won't let?" Haverlake laughed. "You aren't in the position to stop me."

"Stop what!" Rose asked, her body thrumming with tension.

"I intend to hold the power of the vortex." Haverlake smirked. "And you are going to give it to me."