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Chapter 7 - Chaos
Everything happened so fast. Rose lay on the ground. Shakes was laying on her back, keeping her down. She heard screams and more shots.
After a few seconds, she heard the door open and she was shoved inside the car. The door slammed shut. Where was the Doctor? What was happening? Additional security was running out of the Torchwood building, surrounding the car.
Tears were rolling down Rose's face. She began to scream and beat her hands on the window. Where was the Doctor? Was he hit? Why wasn't he here? She heard the driver's side door open and Shakes dove in behind the steering wheel and started the car.
Rose saw that he was preparing to leave and screamed, "No! Don't leave him!" She was hysterical. Where was her Doctor?
Suddenly, the door behind her opened and the Doctor rushed in. He was covered in blood. He slammed the door shut.
"Drive, Shakes!" he yelled.
The car took off.
Rose's mind was reeling. She continued to cry as he wrapped his arms around her, looking her up and down. She patted his chest, checking to make sure he wasn't hit. She was so upset that she couldn't form words.
"I'm okay, Rose. It's not my blood. Are you alright?"
She couldn't speak. She just cried. She finally shook her head to let him know she was not hurt. He kissed her head and held her close.
Shakes didn't seem to have a destination in mind, he just kept driving. When they came to a red light, he would turn right to keep them moving. They didn't stop. The Doctor was sure it was part of the protocol for this sort of thing.
The Doctor let go of Rose just long enough to remove his jacket and toss it on the floor of the car. He then settled into the backseat, pulling Rose back into his embrace. She was still crying but wasn't as hysterical as she had been.
"Doctor" she said to him quietly, starting to regain control of herself. She ran her hand down the front of his shirt. This shirt still had blood on it, but it wasn't as bad as his jacket.
He reassured her, "I'm fine. Someone else's blood. I had put my tie on one of the agents to slow the bleeding. He'll be alright."
"Next time, let us handle that. We have to keep you and Miss Tyler secure." Shakes told him while he drove.
Just then, he heard Jake over Shakes' radio. "Suspects in custody. We have them."
Rose saw anger rush into the Doctor's eyes. "Take me back to Torchwood, Shakes. Now."
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Rose and the Doctor were escorted to Pete's office. There, they met Pete and Jake. Rose's face was still puffy from crying. Her makeup had run all down her face. Pete took her over to the sink in his bathroom and helped her clean herself up. The Doctor was furious. He went straight to Jake.
"Who are these people?" he demanded.
"We're not sure. No-one associated with Torchwood that we can see, yet. We have him in interrogation now."
"I want to go see him." the Doctor said, gritting his teeth in anger.
"Err... we can't let you do that," Jake told him.
"Oh, you will let me do that. You'll let me do that right now!" the Doctor yelled at Jake.
Jake couldn't help the fear that grew in him having the Doctor standing in his face this angry. Rose and Mickey had told him stories about the 'Oncoming Storm.' Jake had enough good sense to realize that if only a quarter of what they told him was true, he did not want this man as his enemy.
Without speaking to tell Pete and Rose where they were going, Jake lead the Doctor out of the room, and down to interrogation.
As they rode down in the lift, "Pete's going to kick my ass for this." Jake mumbled under his breath as he shook his head.
"Don't worry, Jake." the Doctor told him, as he turned to look at the man who might have just risk his entire career for him. "I'm in good with the boss' daughter."
Jake couldn't help but smile at that.
The lift dinged and the doors opened. They walked down the hall, nearly at a run. Jake opened the door to a room where several agents stood, watching a man being questioned through a one-way mirror.
The man had blond hair and a smirk on his face. No matter what the agent in the room asked him, he kept silent. He seemed so pleased with himself that it made the Doctor even angrier than he had been before. He had no idea that was even possible.
Ten minutes of questioning happened. It seemed like an eternity. The Doctor was so angry that he felt like his soul was vibrating in his rubbish human body. His little bit of Donna was not helping at all. She always had such a fiery temper. Typical ginger.
The agent questioning the man finally tossed up his hands, looked towards the mirror, and motioned for the people in the room to meet him outside the door. Jake opened the door and held it open as they all walked out into the hall to meet the agent.
"I can't get anything out of him." the agent said.
Jake said, "He could know who's behind this entire thing. We have to know."
The agents were so engrossed in their conversation that they never noticed the Doctor walk right into the room where the accused sat.
He locked the door quickly behind him. Once inside, he pulled his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket and sonic'ed the cameras and all equipment. He wanted to ensure no one would know he was there.
He was so angry, and he knew that he would be missed as soon as the bickering stopped in the hallway.
The Doctor moved fast. He stood next to the seated man in the chair. The accused. The man looked up at him, "What the hell do you want?" he asked him.
"Answers." the Doctor said through gritted teeth.
"Well, you won't get none here." the man told the Doctor as he smiled. Apparently, he recognized the Doctor. "I hear I missed your alien girlfriend. That bitch."
This was pointless. The Doctor knew he wouldn't talk. But he had to have that information. The Doctor touched the top of the man's forehead and put him to sleep. He slumped over in the chair. Before he knew what he was doing, he had both of his hands on the side of the man's face, probing his thoughts. He was looking for a name. He searched for any information the man had.
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"He was paid cash, by an unknown man?" Pete asked the Doctor.
They were back in Pete's office. Jake, Rose, and the Doctor all sat around discussing what the Doctor found out. Pete was enraged when he found out that Jake had broken all protocols by taking the Doctor down to interrogate the man that had tried to assassinate Rose. But, when they returned with answers, he seemed to forget how they had gotten them.
Meanwhile, the Doctor couldn't believe what he had done. He had committed a violation of the highest order. He was trying not to think about it at the moment to keep himself from being sick.
"He has no idea who he was working for. None at all." the Doctor told them. "He was told of the job by a man over near the Underground named Ben Perrick. Runs a bar. That's all I got."
Pete snapped his fingers at Jake.
"On it, Director Tyler, sir!" Jake told him, and rushed out of the room.
Pete walked over to look through the windows of his office. He signed. "Jackie can't know about this. She will be livid."
He looked back at Rose and the Doctor and informed them, "I've ordered a media black-out regarding this. If Jackie finds out this has happened..." he trailed off.
The Doctor sat down on the couch next to Rose. His hand was throbbing worse than it had all day. The adrenaline rush had made him forget it for a while. He took a deep breath as he rested his head on the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. He reached out in his mind, trying to control the pain. It wasn't working.
Rose could feel his emotions now that he sat so close to her. He was exhausted. Scared. Angry. Disappointed in himself. And uncomfortable.
Pete continued to stare out of the window. He finally broke the silence and told them both, "We'll continue with our plans for right now. I still think getting you two away from the situation is the best option. I'm doubling your security though."
Just then, Pete's secretary's voice came over the speaker on his desk. "Director Tyler, sir. Thomas Trout is here to see you."
"Oh, that's just what we need." the Doctor said without opening his eyes.
Rose stood up, "Yeah, I think that's our queue to go."
Pete smiled at them both. "I understand. Go on, I'll deal with Thomas."
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They had returned to the house. Shakes had taken them by a place to get some chips. Just the thing to calm everyone's nerves after what had happened. They noticed the increased security as soon as the car drove up.
The Doctor's hand was throbbing. He unconsciously held it across his chest as he and Rose walked through the front door.
"Will you take some pain medicine for that? I can tell it is hurting. You can see it all over your face."
She looked down at her phone. "Look, he prescribed hydrocodone. This is what it has in it, just hydrogen and codeine."
The Doctor looked at her in frustration, took the phone, and read the screen. After he finished reading it, he looked up at her moving nothing but his eyes.
"Okay, I'll try it."
Rose opened her purse and took out his medicine bottle. She tossed her purse on the table and handed him a pill. He swallowed it at once.
He walked over and sat down on the chair to untie his Converse, but winced in pain as he tried to use his sore hand.
Rose rushed to help him. "Let me do that." she told him quietly.
"I want to wash this blood off of me." he told her as she removed his shoes.
She made him stand up and she unbuttoned and removed his bloody shirt. She grabbed him by his good hand and walked him into the bathroom. She rolled up his shirt and threw it in the bin once they got there.
"We are going to have to order you some new shirts at the rate you are going through them." she told him, trying to make light of the situation.
"Yeah," he agreed seriously as he turned on the shower. He turned to see Rose unbuttoning her own shirt, and removing her slacks.
He tried to unbutton his trousers, but his hand just couldn't wrap around the button. Rose saw him struggling and unbuttoned them for him and slid them down his legs.
The Doctor pulled Rose into his arms and said, "Thank you for helping me."
She smiled with her tongue in her teeth and said, "You'd do the same for me."
He smiled as he looked into her eyes. The shower was beginning to steam up the bathroom.
She helped him take off his splint and lay it on the sink. He took off his pants, as she removed the rest of her clothing. They both stepped into the shower.
Rose ran both of her hands through his hair under the water. Then she grabbed her shampoo and washed his hair for him. He held her around her waist, being careful of his wrist. He just watched her as she worked. She was so beautiful. Whatever did she see in him? In this broken down, rubbish body. He was a fraction of the man he used to be.
"You need to stop feeling that way." Rose told him as she started to wash her own hair.
"Feeling what way? What do you mean?" he asked her. Had he dropped his shields? How did she know?
"Stop feeling sorry for yourself. I can tell you are so disappointed." She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"How in the world can you tell that?" he asked her, his voice high.
"I can only tell when you are touching me. It's really light. I barely can sense it. But, you can also see it all over your face."
"Damn touch telepathy. Damn rubbish body! Damn that medicine that you insisted I take! I bet it's made my shields all... wobbley!" he said with a wobble of his head to emphasize his point.
She laughed at him, which made him laugh. He leaned down to kiss her lightly. "I just don't know what you would see in a guy like me."
"What are you on about now?" she smiled at him as she rubbed soap all over his body.
"I'm not a good person, Rose." he told her quietly. "I'm not the man you think I am."
Rose could tell he was serious. "What do you think you are that is so terrible?"
He thought about all of the things he had done recently. Telepathy invading a man's mind without his permission, shooting someone in the leg just to cause pain, committing genocide. Twice! He couldn't even voice it. He couldn't tell her. She had stopped washing both of them, so he pulled her back into his arms and held her close. The water felt wonderful running over them.
"I've done some very cruel and cowardly things, especially lately," he explained. "Things that have made me start to consider if I should keep the title, 'Doctor'. I'm human now. Maybe I should just use my new name."
Rose couldn't believe what she was hearing. She pulled back a bit so she could look into his face. "You, stop being the Doctor?"
"Yeah." he dared as he turned around to turn off the shower.
He helped Rose out and handed her a towel. He dried as much of himself off as he could.
Rose dried herself off, then wrapped the towel around her. She spun her wet hair around and put it up on the top of her head. Then she grabbed his towel and helped him finish drying off, and helped him wrap a towel around his waist.
He grabbed his splint and put it back on his hand. Neither one of them said anything for a moment.
Rose finally broke the silence. "I have no idea what's going on with you. But, we've had a very stressful few days. I think whatever is going on, you need to think about this some more. Fear always brings out the worst in us. It will make us do things or say things that go against everything we believe. We've had a lot of upsetting and really just horrible things happen. This is not a normal type of life. You haven't had a 'normal' yet."
He stood there listening to her, nodding his head. She was right.
She stepped closer and put her arms around him.
"I don't care what you want to call yourself. But, I sense that this 'title' thing is more than what I would probably make of it. So, I think you should think about this for a while." She kissed him lightly. "No matter what you decide you, will always be my Doctor, and there is nothing you could do that would make me see you differently. You always hide what's going on, and tell everyone that you are alright, even when you nowhere near alright."
"Thank you, Rose." He told her quietly.
"You are stuck with me. I love you. If you need to talk about something, you can tell me. Remember we said, 'No more secrets.' I promise I'll listen. You don't have to carry the weight of the universe on your shoulders alone anymore. You aren't alone. You have me, and I'm not going anywhere."
Of course, she was right. This wasn't the time for such a huge decision.
All he could do was pull her in close and give her a proper snog. He held her with his good hand, as he rubbed the fingers of his injured hand on her cheek gently. She had her hands on his back but brought them up to his wet hair after they had been kissing for a few moments.
The events of the day, the fear of nearly losing one another yet again seemed to have made them more eager to prove that they really were still there to one another.
The Doctor ran his hand down Rose's body, pulling her even closer to him. She stroked his back.
They continued with their kiss as they walked slowly, not breaking apart, down the hall and into the bedroom. The Doctor grabbed the bedroom door with the inside of his floor and shut it, not wanting to take his hands off of Rose.
They fell into the bed together, remembering his broken wrist all too late. "Awww! Damn!" he complained. "Rubbish, human bod-"
Rose interrupted his grumbling by continuing their kiss.
"Let me do this," she told him. She climbed on top of him. He lay his sore hand above his head out of the way.
She took her towel off and tossed it on the floor.
"Oh, Rose." he moaned as she leaned down to continue kissing him. He felt her body with his good hand. He rubbed her hip and then her thigh. He followed it up and rubbed her clit. He dipped a few fingers inside of her, until she started moaning.
She untied his towel and opened it to expose him. He was fully erect in his forest of black hair. She grabbed his shaft and slipped it inside of her. She stroked back and forth, turning her hips so she enjoyed the circulator motion that it created. She nearly shouted. He moaned out of control. She would rise up, then press herself to him tightly driving him deeper into her than he even thought possible. When she had him deep inside of her, she would grind back and forth making him call out her name and some strange words. She had no idea what he was saying, but she delighted in his pleasure.
She lay on his chest and asked him. "Does that help clear your mind a bit."
He chuckled. "Clear it? I can't even think straight at the moment."
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