Chapter 4

The Doctor didn't move. Concentrating on slowing his heartbeats, he allowed his body to relax completely. He was sorry for scaring Rose like this- not telling her about his respiratory bypass- but it had all happened so quickly.

He tried not to think of the horror on her face, tried not to hear her screaming his name. His heartbeats slowed… slowed… and stopped. His vision winked out as his eyes involuntarily closed, his senses graying with blood loss. He couldn't keep this up for long, but hopefully it would be long enough… Yes! The Doctor felt the slick bodies of the aliens slide off him and he allowed his heartbeats to resume, ever so slow; just enough to keep him aware, but not enough to make them realize he wasn't dead.

He almost tensed as Rose fell abruptly silent, but he didn't dare open his eyes. They won't hurt her, he comforted himself, she is valuable breeding stock. He waited until the room was silent before letting his hearts resume their regular beat and leaping to his feet.

First thing on the list- find the sonic screwdriver. Then, he was out to rescue Rose.

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Rose woke up in a room filled with women- most pregnant. She sat up groggily, immediately looking around for the Doctor.

With a sudden shock, she realized he wasn't there. Would never be there again.

She sobbed, curling onto her side. He was dead. The Doctor was dead. She couldn't wrap her mind around it. He was the Doctor, he wasn't supposed to die.

Another thought crept into her mind- now what would she do? The TARDIS was nothing but a big blue box without the Doctor. Even if she escaped, she was stuck here. Forever. She shuddered as she realized she'd never again see her mother or Mickey or any of her friends. Her life had ended with the Doctor's death.

Rose heard whispers around her, and a small hand rubbed gentle circles on her back, comforting her. Finally, exhausted from her tears, Rose fell into a restless slumber, dreaming of sad blue eyes and a warm hand in hers.

Rose awoke to the alarmed voices of women. They seemed to be pleading with someone; a chorus of concern.

She was yanked to her feet by a strong tentacle, the women still protesting as the alien pulled her from the room.

Rose fought the urge to ask where they were taking her, her heart heavy with the knowledge that she wouldn't understand them even if they would respond.

She was surprised when the alien tossed her into a room, the light dim. She blinked, her eyes straining to adjust to the darkness. The room was plain, just a bed and a small bathroom. Rose jerked back against the door when something moved from the corner. It was a man.

The man was tall, almost as tall as the Doctor. His build was slightly smaller, and his dark hair brushed his shoulders. He had cold blue eyes. The last made Rose sob, her hand covering her mouth to muffle her wail of loss.

The man just stood there, at the foot of the bed, looking Rose over curiously. As his eyes scanned down her body, Rose forced herself to remain in control, ruthlessly cutting off her tears. She was about to ask him his name when she heard a frightening sound. The hiss of gas being pumped into the room was followed quickly by a light pink mist.

"What's that?" Rose asked, "What are they doing?" She held her breath, knowing it was fruitless.

The man shrugged, breathing freely. His blue eyes quickly turned black, his pupils dilating from the drug being pumped into the room. With a flash of recognition, Rose realized what was happening. The aliens were drugging them to make them cooperate.

She could no longer hold her breath, and, tears running down her face, she gulped in the pink mist. The effects were immediate. Her blood thundered in her ears, her body tingling.

The man drew closer, his hand reaching out and grasping her arm. He pulled her to the bed and she followed, her head swimming. He pushed her down onto the bed, his hands creeping under her shirt and running up her sides.

He was nice looking, Rose thought blearily, though his ears were a little small. He kissed her and she responded automatically. He was unbuttoning her pants now, his slim fingers sliding her zipper down.

His eyes were just like the Doctor's, Rose thought. The Doctor. The Doctor was dead, but she loved him. She loved him and she was getting ready to let someone… rape her. She shook her head, pushing aside the drug.

"Stop," Rose commanded, attempting to sit up. She struggled against the man, his hand pinning her wrists above her head, "Let me go!" she demanded.

The man kissed her, his lips rough against hers. She felt him squirm as he pulled down her pants.

"No!" she cried as he broke off the kiss, his free hand lowering to undo his pants.

She bucked against him, fighting to free herself, the pink mist still filling the room muddling her thoughts.

"Doctor! Help me! Doctor!" she howled out helplessly, crying out the only name that could save her.