If Wishes Were Horses... by PsiGen

Rose looked about her, trying not to show how scared she felt.
"Right then... er.. first... ah... I need to umm... get ready? Or something?" She tried, still trapped within the circle of Cheetahs baying for blood. Her blood.

"Release her steward!" Demanded the female challenge - Tianna.
Mickey was shoved forward, and in her general direction.
Tianna raised a furred claw, gesturing to where a large tent stood to the side.
"That is yours, human. The Time Lord will be brought once he has been.. cleaned up." She purred.
Rose didn't like the tone used.
She was about to say something more, when Mickey beat her to it.
"Why?" He demanded, emboldened by both his release and apparant new title.
Tianna grinned ferally, and licked her lips.
"Why to have your final... hours together. Before I kill you of course"
"Of course." Echoed Rose.
"Looks like you finally get what you've always wanted." Muttered Mickey darkly.
"Not NOW, Mickey." Warned Rose
"Besides, the Doctor wouldn't "

"He will be prepared. Now leave us, your stench begins to irritate me." Dismissed Tianna.
Nonplussed Rose headed into the tent indicated, not stopping until the tent flap had come sown behind Mickey who had followed her in.
She turned and awaited the inevitable confrontation. She didnt have long.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Rose! You can't fight her - she'll kill you!" Exploded Mickey.
"Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence." Said Rose, rolling her eyes and wondering if the Doctor ever felt this way with her.
"I mean it"
"Listen Mickey, just hear me out okay? You heard her, they're gonna hand the Doctor over -" She started.
"Yeah - for your big night of passion. I heard." Butted in Mickey. Rose resisted the urge to thump him.
"Well think for a minute! The Doctor has gotten out of worse situations then this. This is.. well it's easy compare to some of the scrapes we've been in." Continued Rose, remembering the more recent ones with a half smile.
"Oh.. so you're not gonna... y'know" Asked Mickey tentatively. "You don't want to"
Rose clicked her tongue, in experastion. But she didnt answer.

An hour passed, when their tent flap was pushed roughly aside.
"Here we go." Whispered Rose, confidently.
Mickey grinned back, glad to be going home, finally. The Doctor would sort everything out, he reasoned. Who knew, he might even get some downtime with Rose alone.

Rose looked to the entrance, and the colour drained from her face, her smile dissolving quickly as she discovered the true meaning of Tianna's earlier words.
They'd obviously drugged him somehow - he had to be supported by two Cheetah warriors, who half dragged, half carried the semi conscious Time Lord inside and dumping him onto the bed.
Instantly Rose ran to him, checking his eyes - unfocused and half closed.
She reeled around angrily.
"What the bloody hell have you done to him!" She screamed at them. They looked back, amused.
"Just a little coaxing. It took alot to put him under, but he should be pliant enough." Chuckled one.
"We shall return at dawn. Be ready." Warned the other.

Rose watched them leave in dismay. Any hope of escape, dashed now.
Mickey helped turn her to him into his back.Whilst the Doctor didnt protest, he didnt help much either.
"Rose, Rose... " He sang lightly.
"Hey cut the singing crap." Ordered Mickey. The Doctor obeyed immediately, much to his surprise.
"Hey Rose, think we can take some home with us?" He asked, only half joking. She frowned back at him and checked the entrance again.
As expected, still three guards, with more at the back. Not to mention the whole encampment that they'd have to get past as well.
And with a useless Doctor to slow them down even more - no chance...suddenly one of the guards entered, moving to where Mickey stood and grabbing his arm painfully.
"Oi. Hands off the merchandise man!" He demanded.
"You're her steward, your place is with the weapons." And he was dragged out of the tent. Rose tried to follow, of course, but was stopped by the remaining two guards.
Knowing she couldnt win, she ducked back inside, and over to where the Doctor lay. Her Doctor.

On sudden impulse, she reached out and stroked the side of his face gently.
He didnt pull back, didnt resist. Just lay there, gazing up at her with an unguarded expression, one she'd never thought she'd ever see.

Love.
But was it true love? Or the drug? Did she have the right to take advantage?
But if she died tomorrow... she bent down closer, lips nearly touching his. Waiting for a sign.
She got one.
He closed the gap between them, his lips carressing hers and drew her down on top of him.