Sorry this one took me so long. I've actually had this one done for a very long time. But I wanted to edit a story of mine that this chapter relates to, but I gave up on that. I'll change it later. I've still got another chapter to post after all.

Okay, now I've had to change this to 'M'. Let's just say that there is a scene in here that explains the twins. It's in a dream flashback. But if you don't want to read the smuttiness, you can skip over that part and read my story 'Greatest Desires' - that will pretty much give you the gist of it… Actually, it might help to read it anyway.

Just so you know, it is my first attempt at smut, but I didn't really want it to turn into porn, so it's only short.

I hope you enjoy anyway.


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Keep it Secret

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They had spent the rest of the day talking in a hushed whisper. They told each other what had been happening since they were separated. Stories of their adventures. But they were both deeply worried.

The Master had been quiet for hours. He hadn't been seen since he left the two of them to chat. They both dreaded to think what he was planning. They were wary and cautious as they spoke, careful not to let anything he may be able to use against them slip.

Rose, even after regaining her memories, was lacking in stories to tell. So she listened as the Doctor told her about what he had done in her absence. He told her about Martha and how brilliant she was - although, he profusely told her that she hadn't replaced her, that no one ever could.

When it was dark, the crew - who had suddenly appeared after the Master had left - started to head off. The two women, who the Doctor had said were Martha's mother and sister, were escorted away from their duties. A guard came over to them and unchained the Doctor and took one of Rose's cuffs off and closed it around the bar it had been looped around. Without a word, he moved off.

"Why are you free?" she asked in confusion.

"The Master likes to show off in the mornings," he said bitterly. "It wouldn't be as much fun for him if he has to pause to set me loose."

"Why haven't you tried to stop him?" he asked softly. Her tone wasn't accusing.

"Martha's our only hope," he told her. "Besides, it's pretty hard to escape this place. It's not worth the extra punishment… and now with you here…"

"It's always worth being free," she told him. "It's always worth being happy. There are people out there being held captive with children who miss them and need them. They would do anything to get back. People are suffering out there. It's always worth being free."

Smiling sadly, he shuffled over to her and cupped her cheek in his hand. The first time they had been able to touch since he'd first found him. "You should sleep," he murmured. "You look exhausted."

"So do you," she countered.

"Yes, I also look 100 years old," he laughed. "I still sleep as much as I used to. Now come on, you're going to need some rest." He reached inside his tent and grabbed out the blanket, laying it over her.

Sighing, Rose lay down and tried to find a position that was comfortable, which was difficult on the hard floor with one wrist chained to the rail. But no matter what she did, she would never be comfortable. It was wrong; her arms were empty. It was her first night without her children since they had been born. And she hated it. She could feel at they were sleeping restlessly, longing to be in her arms, just as she needed them to be.

The Doctor watched her shift restlessly. He wasn't sure whether he should be overjoyed or terrified that she was here. It saddened him that her time in the parallel world had been worse than he imagined. And he got the feeling she wasn't telling him something. He could tell by her eyes that she wanted to tell him something, but she probably didn't want the Master to find out.

Looking at her, he felt a sense of loneliness, her arms were empty. And it wasn't right. He realised that this was how she was feeling right now. Somehow she had become telepathic, and how she felt was bleeding through to him.

Knowing he'd pay for it in the morning, he shuffled closer to her and pulled her into his arms. She sighed in content as she snuggled into him and the empty feeling lessened.

"I miss them," she murmured. Her hands twitched around him, like they were grasping for something else.

Of course, Mickey and Jackie. She hadn't come through with anyone else, she had been by herself. Mickey and Jackie and everyone else she cared for were still on the other side of the Void. She was stuck in this hell of a world without them.

He stroked her hair soothingly, and soon she drifted to sleep. Falling into dreams that hew wasn't sure whether they were good or bad. He could only hope that they were good. That she could have the chance to escape this hell, even for a little while.

When he wasn't quite so absorbed by his lost love, he noticed something else. The babies, the Time Lord children. Their minds were crying out, reaching for something they couldn't find. If they went on like this, the Master would sense them soon… if he hadn't already.

Using what power he already had from tapping into the Archangel Network, he wrapped a cloak around them, shielding them from all telepathic minds. Even his own.

?...DW…?

Rose could sense his urgency and his panic. They had to stop it fast. They wouldn't have time to run to the next tower, let alone get out of range. And he was susceptible to its influence now. They were both vulnerable.

As they had climbed and descended the towers, she had listened as he had spouted out theories as to how it worked. He had told her that it seemed to be getting worse. That the more you were exposed to it, the more intense the reaction. And possibly even longer effects. And considering what she had done…

He had said that it would be much worse for him too. Something about his brain working different to a human's and that he may have had twice the mental protection, but for him it would be twice as bad. She could tell that he was terrified. He had admitted that he repressed a lot of desires…

Suddenly she was thinking of what she had seen on the security camera, the ferocity the Doctor had kissed her with. He hadn't been under the pulses influence then…

They had only just reached the ground level of the tower when she felt the impact around her and the sonic pulse rung through her ears. Again her mind was getting foggier and foggier…

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Suddenly she became keenly aware of just how tight he was holding her hand. She wished that it wasn't just her hand he held that tight. They stopped running and she found herself looking up into his deep brown eyes. There was a fire within them that she felt burning inside her too. That fire spread through her body and pooled below her stomach.

Next thing she knew he was pulling her to him. She came more than willingly and kissed him fiercely. He was kissing her back, kissing her passionately, pressing her against the wall so there was as little space between them as possible. But it still wasn't enough.

She wanted… she needed more of him. She feared that she may never get enough. She needed to be with him forever. He was her Doctor, hers alone. She may die if they had to be apart. And she would never let that happen. She needed him more than anything. She needed to be closer than this.

Slowly her hands slipped down from his neck and began pulling away his jacket. Wanting the same as her, he all too eagerly helped. It fell to the floor and she groaned into his mouth as he ground his hips into her.

Then he paused a moment, leaning in towards her ear. "Not here," he said in a husky voice. Taking her by the hand he led her out, back to the TARDIS.

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Once they were inside The Doctor ran over to the console and he began flicking switches. She didn't know what he was doing but it was painful to be this far away from him. She needed him now. So before he could turn back to her, she slipped in front of him and sat on a clear spot on the console.

Then he was kissing her again as she pulled off his shirt. His hands found the bottom of her sundress and soon that was on the floor too, along with her bikini top.

They were pressed together, body to body. His bare skin against hers felt like bliss. He toed off his converse before pulling her to him, her legs wrapped around his waist, and carried her off to his bedroom. Their mouths hardly ever broke contact. They were desperate for that contact. She needed it more than she had ever needed anything before. She needed him.

He placed her on the bed and stood again to attack his buckle and pushed down his pants and his underwear at the same time. Then he was on top of her again, pressing into her as he kissed her.

Slowly he slipped down her body, placing open mouthed kisses down her stomach. His fingers curled under the elastic of her bikini bottoms and he dragged them down, kissing her leg as he followed it. Once they were off, he went back up, kissing the other leg. She gasped as he got closer to where she wanted him.

The first touch nearly did her in there and then. She cried out, as his tongue slowly lapped at her folds, caressing her clit. He groaned as if he were tasting the most exquisite thing ever, and she felt the vibrations of it against her sensitive skin. He reached up a hand and pushed two fingers into her, the sensation of his long fingers and that glorious tongue had her whimpering for release in seconds.

Her movements became more erratic and soon she was crying out his name as she came. She had barely regained her breath when he was kissing her again. She could taste herself on his lips and feel his rather impressive erection pressing against her.

"I need you, Rose," he murmured against the shell of her ear. "Let me make love to you."

"Yes. Oh god, yes!"

And then he was insider her. He stilled a moment to let them get used to the feeling before he slowly began rocking. Her moans and cried encouraged him to go faster, and soon they were both tumbling over the edge of ecstasy. She cried at as she came again, and only a moment later, the Doctor followed her, spurting his seed inside her.

He pulled out of her and Rose kissed him softly before slipping off the bed. She made her way to where their clothes lay in a pile and picked them up.

"What are you doing?" he said suspiciously.

"Nothing," she replied innocently. But then she bolted from the room. He jumped up and followed her.

"Hey! I need those!" he cried reaching for his trousers. But she put another burst of speed and was out of his reach again. "…Well, no, I don't need them, but… I need those!" When he reached the console room, she had already put her bikini bottoms back on and was just slipping the top back over her head. His eyes roamed hungrily over her. "You look beautiful," he told her sincerely.

"I love you, Doctor," she replied. He grinned as he picked up his trousers and pulled them on - sans underwear since they'd gotten lost somewhere down the hall.

"I love you, too," he told her. He looked her in the eyes, even though he was pulling his shoes back on. "And Rose… My real name is-"

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Suddenly it felt like a ten tone truck of bricks had slammed into her head. She couldn't remember anything that had happened for the last… how long. The last thing she heard before she passed out, was the Doctor say a word in a different language. It made her feel sad and fearful and yet it sent a thrill of pleasure through her… And then the world faded to black and she remembered no more.

?...DW…?

Rose woke with a startled gasp. Her head hurt like it had in the dream. That blasted dream. For a moment she thought it had been just that. A dream. A sex dream at that. But there was something different about it. It had the feeling of a memory… That, and she could still remember an adventure she and the Doctor had had little over nine months ago. An adventure that caused them to act on their greatest desires… and left them with no memory of it.

Was that it? Was that the memory she had always been missing? Was that how she had gotten pregnant? Something in her knew that the answer was yes to all of these.

"Rose, are you alright?" a voice broke her out of her reverie. She looked up to find herself still resting in his arms. He was looking down at her in concern and probably had been since she had woken.

"Yeah, sorry. Just remembered something in a dream…"

"Must have been one heck of a memory. It's got you staring off into space."

"Yeah, well, I never thought I'd get that memory back," she told him. "Have you remembered it yet?"

"Remembered what?"

"Splash Planet. Remember, we went to New Zealand in… 2140?"

"2148," he corrected. "Yeah, I remember… Well, I don't, but you know what I mean."

"So, you still don't remember what we…"

"Did when the pulse affected both of us?" he finished for her. "No."

"I do," she told him. She felt him stiffen slightly.

"Erm… which time?"

"Just the second," she said. He relaxed beneath her. "But I already knew what happened the first time. I was alone in the security room for how long before you ever so tactfully stood in front of the screen?" She giggled when he began to stutter. "I seem to have made a habit of that, haven't I? Attacking you and kissing you. Must be because you never complained. In fact, you looked like you were rather enjoying it last time," she teased.

The Doctor reached up with his free had and rubbed at his neck, saying nothing, but she could just imagine his anxious expression. "Yeah, well…" he said at a little bit of a loss what to say. He couldn't actually think of anything.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm the one who threw myself at you… again," she laughed quietly. "Any other kisses I don't remember?" she said cheekily. But she paused when she felt him shift uncomfortably. "Oh my god! There is!"

"I - I had to take the Time Vortex out of you," he said weakly.

"Wait… so that was a real memory?"

"You remember it?" he said in surprise.

"Yeah, I'd just…" she stopped herself from saying it, looking around the room cautiously as if she would be able to see the microphones. "…And I was talking to Sarah Jane. Then I just had some flash backs about you. First full memories I'd had of you in months. Before that it had just been flashes."

"What did happen to you?" he said more to himself.

"I don't know, I still can't remember the accident."

"A brain injury couldn't do what you've described though," he said. "Did you come into contact with any alien that may have been able to…" he faded out when he looked down and saw her raised eyebrow in the darkness. "Right. You don't remember."

She looked up at him, her mouth slightly open as she looked for a way to tell him. Even if she could just hint at it. Letting him look through her mind crossed her thoughts, but it was instantly brushed away at the thought that the Master would be able to do that to. He wasn't dumb. He'd know.

The Doctor seemed to pick up that she wanted to tell him something and that she was hesitant because she was afraid of the Master finding out. He just shook his head and looked about the room too. "Don't worry about it," he said. "Tell me when you can." She nodded. He had done well to make it sound as if they were still talking about their previous conversation.

Sleepily she nodded and snuggled back into him. She could tell him about the twins when they got out of this. It couldn't be too long now, could it? And Sarah Jane had the twins. They were safe and sound. They would be fine…

As she slipped into sleep again, she knew that something was wrong. Something was missing… Her second sleep was just as restless as another dream took her. This time she dreamt that she couldn't find her children. They were gone. She couldn't find them. No matter where she looked, no matter how far she stretched her mind… They were gone.

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"Jack!" she screamed out as she woke up. The image of the Master dragging away her son still haunting her mind.

"Rose, it's oaky," the Doctor whispered, squeezing her hand. Looking up, she saw that he had moved back into the mouth of his tent, but had stretched his arm out so that he was still touching her. "Jack's fine… well, not really. But he's here and he's not dead. Though I'm not sure that's a good thing."

"What?" she said in confusion, still slightly dazed. But by the time it took for her to realise that he was talking about the Captain, they were interrupted as a voice spoke over the PA.

'Citizens rejoice. Your lord and master stands on high, playing track three.'