Title: Shattered Pt. 5
Written for: masterficathon
Author's Note: Once again this chapter took me a bit longer to write. And, though we are now moving towards the end of the story, I didn't get quite close enough to end it in this installment. Therefore, there will be one more chapter in the Shattered series after this one. So, as always, please read and let me know what you think. Thanks to everyone for reading, I do appreciate it. And please remember that all comments are welcome and accepted.
Pt. 5:
Jack was singing again...loudly.
With an ironclad fist I wake up and
French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps
Its own beat in my head
While we're talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love and the truth and
What you mean to me
And the truth is baby you're all that I need
I want to lay you down on a bed of Roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is
And lay you down on bed of Roses
"Oh, come on Doc, its Bon Jovi. How can you not like Bon Jovi?"
The Doctor shot him an annoyed look. "Jack, if you'd take a moment to listen to the words of that song, you'd realize that it hits just a little bit too close to our present situation to be enjoyable."
"Oh," Jack said simply, "Point taken."
The Doctor had spent the night prowling the dungeon and conversing with the TARDIS. So far he'd manage to sweet talk her out of paper, pen and, wonder of wonders, a sonic screwdriver. The Doctor was back in business. And Jack couldn't believe that the Doctor was actually having more luck with flirting than he was.
"So what are you doing?" he asked the Doctor curiously as he watched him scribble furiously in a complex combination of circles and lines.
"I'm trying to determine where we are in relation to the TARDIS's Console Room and what would be the quickest way of getting there."
"Ok, can't we just blow the door open and make a run for it."
"Well, we could, but then we'd probably end up dead…So I don't really fancy that idea. I was thinking that we could go out through there," he said pointing an area of the ceiling close to the far wall. "Then make our way through the ventilation shafts."
"We'll have to get Rose," Jack stated obviously, just in case the Doctor had forgotten.
The Doctor was silent a moment, then pointed with his pen towards the makeshift map he'd drawn at the top of the page. "His bedroom is here," he said quietly, "I think that's where we'll find her."
He was watching her sleep…again. It seemed to be something he never tired of, she was so beautiful when she was sleeping…in his bed…in the aftermath of some rather extraordinary sex. Rassilon, he had enjoyed these last few days. He hadn't had this much fun since, well, since he'd taken over earth.
He ran a hand over her bare back and watched her stretch like a sleeping cat under his touch…No, not a cat…a wolf…a bad wolf.
He shook his head briefly. Rose remembered more and more everyday. Oh, she didn't realize it, but the Master did. The memories that he'd thought he had silenced were bubbling to the surface. And very soon, he'd have to do something about that.
His attention focused on a red mark on her shoulder. The Master touched his lips lightly to the spot, and then ran his tongue over the raised welt. He'd done this. He'd…hurt…her. And oh, wouldn't the Doctor just be livid at the sight. Of course, the Master had done much more than that. And every time she cried his name in ecstasy he felt as if he'd won another victory.
Now, as she stirred beneath him, he shifted his attention to other parts of her body, urging her to open her eyes, to acknowledge him as her lover, to need him to take her. All of this he accomplished in short order and soon she was wrapping her legs tightly around his middle and begging him for release. But this time it wasn't his name that slipped from her lips as she closed her eyes and lost herself in the waves of climax…it was his enemy's.
"Doctor," she uttered the word unknowingly.
He stilled abruptly. No…it couldn't be.
"Open your eyes," he ordered above her.
"Please, don't stop," she begged him raggedly.
He grasped her shoulders and gave her a little shake, "Rose, open your eyes. Look at me."
She did as he asked.
"Who am I?" he asked, searching her eyes for any hint of memory, of awareness.
She looked confused but replied almost automatically, "Master."
"Yes," he answered sadly as he moved away from her, "Yes…It's time, Rose."
"Time for what?" she asked innocently moving to kneel on the bed behind him.
He shook his head, refusing to answer. She moved to brush a soft hand against his shoulder and he shrunk away. "No," he hissed at her. "Leave me," he managed the order through clenched teeth.
As she picked up her clothes and made her way to the shower, she glanced back at the lonely figure sitting on the edge of the bed and thought how sad he looked…how alone, the Last of the Time Lords…no, that wasn't right…there was another…wasn't there?
Rose stepped into the shower and let the water cascade over her head and shoulders. He'd ordered her to leave him alone…why? She hadn't really been allowed out of his sight since she stepped on board the TARDIS. She wondered now at the reason. Why was he so obsessed with keeping her close? She closed her eyes for a moment as the water washed over her and in her mind's eye she saw a vision of a man…tall, slim, with large brown eyes. He was dressed in a brown, pin-striped suit and trainers. And he was calling her…
She stepped close to the wall of the shower, placed her hand on the wall, then her cheek. An image flashed before her of a white wall, tears, loss…the man in the suit, she could feel him.
She could feel him!
"Doctor," this time the name came consciously to her lips. He was with her.
The Doctor stood close to the wall of the dungeon, palm and cheek touching the cold metal. Jack watched him silently. He assumed that the Time Lord was conversing with the TARDIS telepathically. The Doctor appeared almost as if he was in a trance his eyes were closed and he was standing perfectly still.
Suddenly his eyes opened. Still pressed tight against the wall, Jack watched as the Doctor's lips parted and a name escaped, "Rose."
"Doctor, what is it?" Jack was on his feet now.
The Time Lord closed his eyes once more, but only for a moment. The spell seemed to be broken. He lifted his hand from the wall and turned toward Jack.
"I saw her," the Doctor said quietly, "I felt her."
Jack stared at him with disbelief, "What? You mean Rose? You saw Rose?"
The Doctor nodded.
"Is she alright?" Jack asked warily.
"She seemed…sad. And no, I don't think she's alright. She still doesn't remember…Just bits…pieces of memories. But…Soon. I told her it would be soon."
"Did she understand you?"
The Doctor shrugged sadly, "I don't know."
"Soon." The word echoed through Rose's mind as she finished her shower, dried her hair and dressed. She stood before the mirror and examined her reflection again. The sense that something was missing swept over her, stronger than before. She felt wrong…hollow…empty. He had done something to her, she was certain. The Master had removed something vital, something that made her who she was. Now with that important ingredient gone, she was only a shell of the Rose Tyler that should be. The image of the tall, slim man in the pinstripe suit swam before her again. Was it him? Was he what was missing?
She stepped out into the bedroom to find the Master dressed once again in his immaculate Armani suit. He looked like perfection.
"Come here, Rose," he commanded. And like a puppet she obeyed without question.
When she stood before him he looked down at her, a sad look on his handsome face, "This is not something I wanted to do again, Rose. But it must be done. I'll try not to hurt you."
As he raised his hands towards her she experienced a flash of pure fear and a very strong memory. He'd done this to her before…more than once. Taken her memories, changed her thoughts, ravaged her mind.
"NO!" she screamed in panic, her only thought that she could not let him do this to her again. In desperation to escape she brought her knee up sharply and it made contact with his groin.
"Aurgh…," he staggered back from her and doubled over in pain.
And she ran.