F/O: Voila, more for you. Aren't I kind? -
Chapter Seven
"OK, tell me again how he's goin' to get the power of the time-space vortex? I lost it somewhere after – 'I am a complete pillock'" Rose said conversationally to the Doctor, who, still bound, was placed next to her. They had moved rooms, and to Rose's amusement, the evil genius had ordered two retainers to carry them. How embarrassing for them.
Now they were in a smaller room, with a nasty looking chair in front of them – kitted out with headset, bindings and spiky bits. Rose shivered internally just looking at it, but kept up a brave face. The Doctor seemed reassured by her act (or was pretending to be) and their chat had annoyed the pair of bored guards standing over them for five minutes already.
"You two shut up or it'll be worse for you," one of them said gruffly, waving his gun.
The Doctor snorted. "Yeah, right. We're too valuable for your beginner target practice. In fact, if your boss even heard that, he'd probably kill you straight off. You see," he grinned, "you are what is known in this business as 'expendable', whereas we-"
"Are a nuisance I shall soon be rid off," Haverlake finished smoothly, striding in.
"Oh, you're back," the Doctor said coldly. Haverlake shot him a mirthless smile that spoke of torture and pain, before turning to the white-coated attendant that had followed him in.
"Of course. Time is of the essence." He chuckled at his own pathetic joke, before glancing at Rose. The look in his jade eyes was enough to make her shiver, and she felt her face turn pale. Malice, greed, deep longing.
The technician was already hovering over the chair, checking wires and flicking switches. The green-eyed man turned away from his potential victims and walked across.
"Is it ready?"
"Yes sir." Rose started at the voice, and stared at the nondescript man in shock. Messy brown hair, a slight Scottish lilt, brown eyes…
"Oh god," she whispered, staring at the man who she had left tied up in the TARDIS however long ago it was. If he was here, they had got into the TARDIS. They were going to get into her mind, they were actually going to do it.
"Rose?" the Doctor whispered beside her, just low enough for the guards to pay no attention, and she jumped again, his voice sounding suddenly strange and unfamiliar.
- "Rose, it's OK, you're safe now. " -
"Rose?"
- "I am the Doctor! I think I should know!" -
"Rose!" She blinked, and looked around at the Doctor, brown eyes meeting panicked blue.
"Right, let's get this show on the road then, as they say!" Haverlake cried, turning back to his captives, his eyes bright.