Chapter Ten

After getting both Rose and Jackie into their respective beds and checking to make sure they were all right, the Doctor walked back to the kitchen, slumped into his chair and put his head in his hands.

"I swear I'll make you pay for doing that to Rose," he said.

He hoped she wasn't aware of anything that had happened. He knew Rose would never forgive herself for hitting her own mother not to mention the fact that she would be horrified at the things she had said to him.

"I know you, Rose. I know those weren't your words coming out of your mouth. You don't think that way."

At least he hoped she didn't.

He heard a sound and raised his head. His eyes narrowed with suspicion when he saw Rose standing across from the table looking at him.

"Doctor?"

He relaxed when he recognized it was Rose who was speaking and not Ian. His brow furrowed and he suddenly became concerned for her. Rising from his chair, he walked towards her.

"Rose, you need to lie down."

"Doctor, what's happening to me?"

The Doctor's hearts ached when he heard the fear in her voice, and he took her into his arms.

"It's all right, Rose. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise," he said.

"But, what's happening to me? The last thing I remember was you telling me you wanted to check out my dream, I just woke up, and two hours have passed since then. I don't remember anything, Doctor. What's going on?"

The Doctor stared at her while he debated on whether or not he should tell her everything.

"Please, Doctor, I want to know. I can handle it."

The Doctor nodded. He didn't want to say anything, but it was better for Rose to know what they were up against. Holding her against him, he cleared his throat and began to speak.

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Rose looked up at him when he finished speaking. He had told her everything except for what Ian had said to him while Rose was under his influence. Ian's words to him had been too painful to think about, let alone repeat.

"So, if we don't come to him by midnight; he's going to torture me," Rose said

The Doctor nodded.

"Yes, if I don't obey him and bring you to him; he'll torment your mind," he said.

He stroked her hair watching silently while Rose processed everything in her mind.

"What are we going to do?"

"I am going to free you from his control. You are going to help me do that. That's what we are going to do."

"Do you know how to go about that?"

"Not yet, but you know me, I'll think of something."

"Doctor, I'm scared. I don't want to become a vampire."

The Doctor pressed her against him and kissed the top of her hand.

"You won't become a vampire, my Rose," He said. "I'll die before that happens."

Rose let out a sigh and listened to the beating of his hearts. She closed her eyes while the Doctor rubbed her back and planted feathery kisses on her face. She threw her arms tighter around the Doctor thanking God that he had come into her life. The Doctor tightened his arms in response and began to rock back and forth, as he laid his head on top of hers.

"So reel me in, my precious girl. Come on take me home. Cause my body's tired of traveling and my heart don't wish to roam."

Rose was still for a moment and then she looked up at him.

"That's beautiful," she said. "Where is that from?"

"From me. I made it up."

Rose's eyes widened.

"You? You write poetry?"

"Only when there's something to inspire me."

He looked down at Rose lovingly and grinned, as he watched her face turn a deep red.

"What? You didn't know you had a second job as a muse for me?" he said.

Rose leaned her head back against his chest.

"No, I had no idea. How does the rest of it go?"

The Doctor smiled and he recited the rest of the poem to her.

Rose felt tears come to her eyes and she wiped them away when he finished.

"That's beautiful."

"Told you I had a little muse inspiring me to write."

"Have I inspired a lot of poems then?"

"Yeah, but that one is actually the cleanest one I've thought up."

"What do you mean, cleanest?" Rose said. "What have you been writing?"

The Doctor gave her a look of innocence.

"Nothing, nothing at all really," he said.

"Really? Then recite one for me, then."

"Well, I guess I could although they are really meant to be private."

He thought a moment.

"You do know what a haiku is, right?" he said.

"Yeah."

"Well, this is one of many haikus I have thought up about you."

He cleared his throat.

Angel is near me
Rose and I lay in the bed
Shagging out our brains

He giggled as Rose's mouth fell open.

"What? I said they weren't clean."

He grinned and recited another.

Rose in the TARDIS
Standing beside her Doctor
While he feels her up

"Ha ha. Real funny," she said.

He gave her an impish grin.

There once was a girl name Rose…

Rose put her hand over his mouth.

"Alright, that's quite enough. I think I get the idea," she said.

The Doctor shrugged and laid his head on hers.

"Doctor?"

"Mmmm?"

"Why do you think Ian hasn't possessed me this time?"

The Doctor thought for a moment.

"Probably this is supposed to be our final moment alone before we become his immortal slaves or something," he said.

He looked at her.

"You know, kind of a last goodbye between lovers before we turn into undead blood sucking drones."

He rubbed her cheek.

"Because that's what delusional bad guys do, you know. They are so confident they are going to succeed that they don't mind their victims enjoying one last romantic moment together. I suppose it's also a form of sick torment as well. We're supposed to suffer, you know, knowing that it's our last hurrah."

He kissed her.

"But you just wait and see, Rose," he said. "When it's all said and done, we'll be the ones having the last laugh."