A/N: What transpires when a bunch of 'most wanted' gets free on a ship filled with mercs? Read on to find out…(Part two, and it's slightly graphic.)
Special thanks to CelestialMoonDragon who has placed this on "favorite Story" and left a review. (Bows and passes bag of Jelly Babies). Welcome to my mutant plot bunny. And of course I've got the Doctor's favorite sweet for my regular reviewers too: OtherMeWriter, My Reflection, and Basia Orci.
Harley's no angel, I want to mention. I'm writing her as a complex minor character who will show up again. But her relationship with Toombs isn't as one sided as she likes to pretend. With that in mind, there's a surprise bit of semi-graphic sexual encounter coming up in this chapter… just to warn you.
The 'Golls? Um. Right. Guess it's time for a short history lesson from Riddick's 'verse? According to the Mythos of CoR there were 4 original colonies. Furya, Alysum, Quintessa, and Kova. Each of these colonies were formed by individuals with certain outlooks that molded them. Kova's society gave rise to a religious/cultural group that embraced technology, self-mutilation, and various sciences relating to gene-splicing, cybernetics, body enhancement, etc. Those that are very heavy into this are called 'Rychengolls' Outsiders shorten this to 'Golls. Properly devout Rychengolls believe that in order to become one with god that they must blind themselves, be bound (surgically attached) physically (back to back) with another like minded soul, and then die in combat. I did not come up with this on my own. There's a flash-based game called "Hunt for Riddick" on the movie website that has a little blurb about them and that's what it says.
'Golls /Kovans are known for their fast ships and their love of pirating. Johns mentions them in his Chase Log because at one point Riddick is attacked by a group of them and he takes their ship. Johns comment is "Eh, they're shitty fighters, anyhow." Also Riddick steals a Kovan freighter from an Aquilan outpost on his way to UV6. Quite frankly, I believe that Chillingsworth is a Kovan and the Kubla Kahn is a Kovan ship. Dark Athena from the next gen version of EFBB might be Kovan (or 'Goll) too, but as I haven't actually seen any shots of it I don't know of sure (All I do know is that the captain likes to make techno-zombies out of everyone encountered). But the 'Golls in Antonia's employ make her look sane, as you'll see here…

Summary: The Doctor, reeling from the effects of the TimeWar as the last surviving TimeLord, stumbled into a situation he could not ignore when the TARDIS landed him inside a ship that was clearly in trouble. After the rescue, he's left with eight survivors that he must somehow get to safety. But the situation is not as cut and dry as he might like. His people may be gone, but the stamp he's made on the universe is still there, and he finds himself caught in a web spun of the choices he's made in the past…

It's 2517. Something in history has prompted humanity to explode out from their home world. Could the events of 2164 be responsible? Was Earth a myth or was it real? In fleeing Earth-that-Was, humanity scattered to the stars across the galactic arm. Initial survey teams targeted likely planets and systems for habitation and not all of them ended up on the same side of the sector. Blue Sun exists on one side, separated by a patch of 'wild space' filled with exotic binary and triple star systems, from the rest of civilized space.

Few ships brave the route. But luck had it that one ship did. Risking a ghost run, the only contact that the two sides have, the Hunter-Gratzner crashed midway through the journey. Original Port of Departure: Eavesdown Docks, Persephone. Mixed Sino-Anglo culture. Original Port of Call: Tangiers-5. Darkside. Mixed Islamic-Anglo culture. Crew complement: Four. Passengers: Forty. Living 'Cargo': Two. Survivors: Eight plus One

So what happens to Dr. Simon Tam, his brilliant but damaged sister, a convicted murder by the name of Richard B. Riddick, and the other survivors from the crash of the Hunter-Gratzner at planet M-344/G-2 now that they are on their way home? They end up slightly out of their own Time, on a ship filled with living sculptures… And just how is this related to the TimeWar?

A Doctor Who / Firefly / Riddick crossover.

Features Doctor 9, Pre-"Rose"; Simon and River Tam, Pre-"Serenity" Firefly episode 1 and the survivors from Pitch Black: Carolyn Fry, William J. Johns, Imam Abu al'Walid, 'Jack B. Badd', Ali Abdullah, and Richard B. Riddick…

Doctor Who and the Ties that Bind.

Part Eighteen

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The burning man knew his quarry was no longer here. Her scent was too faint. But he's been close to her, closer than most any of the others. He knows her. He can find her, without a doubt. He can feel her on his skin and in his bones. He can taste her. There's no place for her to go that he can't find her.

He picked up a weapon, a big gun, and turned it on the doors that led into the rest of the ship, the ones that the Red Guardian had been delivered through. He knew this because his stand with its plaque declaring that he was Furyan Killer of Men faced that way. There were more armed men waiting, but the big gun had big explosions from its big bullets.

He laughed at the destruction and the blood raining down. It was time to find her. Most others are too busy fighting to notice him as he leaves. That's all right. He'll find their tormenter and remove her head for all of them. He takes a deep breath. Her scent is known to him, he could find her anywhere. And in his lucid state he's just genius enough to avoid any that might stop him.

He follows her trail up; up… she is heading to the upper aft flight deck where her shuttle is. But the route will take her through a storage bay. He can ambush her there.

Behind him a group of fifty is tearing apart any merc stupid enough to try to follow him. With luck some of them will survive long enough to reach the real target.

Further back, the others spill out into the bulk of the ship spreading like a foaming mass of insane flesh rending monsters, killing anyone who doesn't get the fuck out of their way. Bullets only stop them when they die, and they are all practiced, determined, crafty killers. Insanity doesn't alter the instinctive ability to end life that they possess. Being outnumbered four to one is not really bad odds for them even if the four have guns.

The once pristine halls of the Kubla Kahn become coated in ruby with the gore, carnage, blood and guts of battle, as killing is not enough for the 'art' spreading out it's long awaited revenge. They must destroy. Eliminate every semblance of humanity from their tormenter. And every merc they see has white hair and green eyes, even if they don't. So they rend and stomp, and tear and smear, and bash and rip as they dance in the blood of those foolish enough to attempt challenging them. In their wake they leave behind bodies that look like they've been exploded apart, scattered arms and legs and heads and bits of internal organs trampled into the sanguine paint for variation.

She had called each of them an 'artist' of flesh and bone at one time, after all.

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They turn a corner, still floating. There's a way up and they need to go that direction. The Doctor aims his sonic screwdriver at three different locations and cuts off the sensors in the area. After a moment the emergency lights come on. The others catch up with him. This junction looks familiar. After a moment Johns says, "Must be heading the right way. There's where I shot that guy wearing the garish orange suspenders." He points up at the hole in the wall from his shotgun blast.

"Ah, so that's why this looks familiar," Simon quips, "I wouldn't have recognized it without the bodies floating around."

"Son, you have a strange sense of humor," the Time Lord says to him.

"So I've been informed," the Tam scion nods his head at that.

Imam clears his throat, "Which way do we go?"

The Doctor points, "The TARDIS moved."

"How far?" Rich asks.

"She's on the second to the top level, in a storage bay."

Riddick looks at Jack, "Hop on my back, piggy-back style, that's right." He catches Jack's legs and crosses the boy's ankle over his waist, "Hang on." Then he pushes off sailing up and across the space.

The Doctor looks at Abu; "Can you get Ali?"

"Yes."

"William," he reaches for the man's arm.

"I'm not piggy-backing on your back."

"Oh, don't be absurd. I can support you better than Carolyn, but there's no reason you can't pull your own weight here. Arm around my waist, injured ankle between us."

"Right."

Ali and Imam set off following Riddick, with the Doctor and Johns behind them. Fry, River, Simon, and the merc pull up the rear. The last of them is settling into the proper passage when a roar shudders through the ship. "What the hell was that?" says Jack.

The merc swallows. Riddick puts a hand out to stop Jack from repeating the question. The merc says "It's the 'Golls. Anyone bleeding?"

"No, but we're all covered in Shrill-slime," says Carolyn. "I imagine if it tracks by scent that the reek from that alone is enough to lead it right to us."

"Well, I hope I go to heaven then, for my good deed. Because that monster will kill us all."

"Not if I can help it." Thete looks very dangerous. "Tell me everything you know about this 'monster' in as much detail as you can recall, alright?" The merc nods. "And, what is your name?"

"Kevin. Nice to meet you, Doctor."

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A second wave of trackers enters the pit through the still open 'monster' door. There are seven humanoid cyborgs and one mutant cyborg of monstrous proportions. The half mechanical – half flesh 'Goll handlers are struggling against the huge creature as it slurps the sludge off the floor. There's no telling what the creature started out as, for now it has four hydraulic limbs that dwarf its tiny, in comparison to the rest of it, natural legs that dangle uselessly under it. The experiments it's been subjected to have mutated it beyond recognition. It's got a multitude of eyes like a spider, layers of blubber like a whale, a tooth filled mouth like a shark, a tongue like an anteater (only about a thousand times the size), and the disposition of a hyena, all with the brain the size of a pea. It's a single-minded hunter, if a stupid one.

The head handler searches for something to give it for scent but comes up blank except for the sludge itself. There's indication that the quarry kneeled in it, at the very least. He coats the swab in it with a shrug. Not as good as blood, but better than nothing. He holds the swab up and offers it to the creature. This will prime it to hunt and kill anything that's been in this stuff.

The monster eats the swab.

"Turn it --"

It eats the head handler.

The other 'Golls hasten to let go of the thing and check their shoes. The creature lumbers forward, roars and then turns. It eats one of the other 'Golls before they can get their animal prods up and convince it to move into the passage. Once into the tunnel it has no choice but to go forward. Dimwitted as it is, it forgets the possible meal behind it and sets off after the faint trail it can scent.

The remaining five 'Golls congratulate each other. Or would be, until the naked people with clubs, that they hadn't really been paying attention too -- yes those nude psychos with the bits of sharpened stone and glass in their hands that they are using as bladed weapons -- start jumping down over the rail from the balcony above. Being as they aren't very combat orientated, the 'Golls back up, slip in the sludge on the floor and are overwhelmed by the wave of killers that are intent on beating them to bloody pulp. The 'Golls are not mercs but science nerd types and their animal prods are quickly turned on them. Only once the last one fails to scream when its clobbered do the naked, quite single-mindedly insane, people stop pounding, slashing, or prodding.

That accomplished, the escaped 'art' begins to flood out through the large open door in search of other clothed bodies to smash or rip apart.

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They are still on the ledge when the first tracking party catches up to them, or rather enters the large multi-story chamber behind them. Riddick's been standing guard as the Doctor grills Kevin for information. He spots the beams of light from the five behind them and ducks back. The movement makes one of the tracking mercs say, "What the --?"

Three others, Carver and his men, cut loose with gunfire.

One bullet ricochets and grazes the ex-ranger's shoulder. He hisses and goes to slap a hand over it.

"Don't, you've got Shrill-guts all over you." Simon catches his wrist. "Let me treat it."

"It's just a graze."

"We need to move," Johns interrupts. Simon wipes the wound with a cleaning pad and sprays it with derma heal before giving Rich a look that says, 'all done.' He pushes the Doc down the passage and snags William by the belt loops as he sets off after the others.

Below them Toombs grabs Carver's gun, "Alive! We need him alive." Then there's another roar, louder and closer, and he knows what that means, "That Bitch! Move!" He grabs Harley around the waist and tosses her toward the upper passage before kicking off himself.

She knows now that they are fighting against very limited time. She's seen the 'Goll mutant before, in test runs, and she knows once it's primed to hunt it won't stop until every last target is gone. So when Toombs flings her into the air she streamlines herself to fly as fast and as far as she can.

"It's not like it can climb!" Carver calls.

"It don't need to climb, it's too stupid to know that the wall's not a fuckin' floor!" Toombs screams back at him. He's gaining on his sister, and something clicks in his mind. There's only one thing that the 'Golls could have used to prime that thing with, and they walked in it. "And guess what? It's not gonna be picky about who is lunch either!"

"Oh shit." Carver kicks off and tries to gain on Toombs and Harley, his men close behind.

Toombs pulls his knife, catches the gray-eyed woman by her ankle, and slices through Harley's bootlaces, "Kick 'em off, sister." He doesn't pause, quickly moving to cut his own.

"What?"

"Just do it." She toes off her boots and watches as he slices his own laces and carefully but quickly does the same thing. Harley is mystified by his behavior. Even when he climbs up her body and clamps his arm around her tight enough to hurt she just blinks at him, trying to figure out what is going on in his mind. Her quiet puzzlement works to his favor, as he pulls out his gun and aims it, using the recoil to shoot them up into a hidden spot in the ductwork. Holstering his gun, he clamps his hand over her mouth and presses her against his body. She stays rigid but does not struggle.

All he can think of at this moment is how this girl – cunt – woman – bitch – is his. His fuck toy. His little sister. His long time lover. His. She might loathe him, but no one and nothing takes what he possesses away. No matter whom or what she's fucked in the last five years while he's been on ice, she belongs to him. Always. Theirs might be a love/hate twisted affair, but she's still his and he's not gonna let some 'Goll mutant eat her even for a million UD's.

Below them the monster lumbers into view, roaring to announce its arrival, perhaps thinking, dimly, that the figures it can still see are the targets. Even if not, they smell right. It snags something small and chewy-crunchy out of the air that smells right too. Then it angles itself to walk on the next flat surface; it's magnetic feet carrying it where it wants to go, as it follows the three small forms floating in the air. It's pretty sure that any moment now the one in the back will be in range.

Harley is wide-eyed as she watches the creature's tentacles sprout from its mouth, snag one of her boots from the air and eat it. Although she finds Toombs repulsive and really doesn't want him holding her, she can see why he might be insisting that she stay put. The creature's single-minded pursuit leads it to snagging Carver's lowest man who screams like a prissy girl. It pulls him back, or sideways, rather, and slurps him down with barely a crunch. The other one panics and tries to push himself faster, but the only way he's gonna be moving with any greater speed is if he were bright enough to follow Toombs' example, and he's not. Carver has lost sight of them, but spots one of the boots and gives it a stupid look. He's such a fucking moron.

She squeezes her eyes closed as the second guy is snagged. He at least has the sense to shoot at the stupid giant mutant. But it's too little, too late. She peaks between her lashes as the creature snaps him in half, apparently only interested in the part that had the Shrill-sludge on it. Then it clicks. The creature is after them because they walked in the slime on the floor of the pit. That's why her brother had her take off her shoes. God, how dense can she be? She relaxes in the arms holding her as she realizes what he's done. He's given up a million UD's to save her. It's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for her. She opens her lips and sucks in one of his fingers, working it with her tongue like she's giving head. Almost instinctively he begins to fuck her mouth with it.

Carver shoots at the mutant before it can get him into range and ends up reaching the top passage where they spotted movement. Undeterred, the mutant heads that way too.

After a long moment of silence, Toombs pulls his finger out of her mouth. She lets it get away with a quiet pop. He slides the wet of it in a trail down her throat as he caresses his hand over her. He can feel Harley is relaxed unlike she's been since he thawed. He licks her ear and she twists her head to let him reach more of her. Not questioning it, he takes what is on offer feasting on her neck and throat like a starving man. Marking her pale skin with his teeth. He lets his fingers lightly stroke her smooth flesh and delve into her top seeking the curve of her breasts as he feels her pulse under his hand. He finds and pinches the pebbles of her nipples. His lower arm slides until his hand settles on her stomach just above the 'y' of her legs. Instead of going all stiff and scared on him she arches slightly, pressing back against him. She can feel his hard heat through the layers of clothes almost instantly. That sets him off, and he forgets the mutant, the money, everything. "Mine," he growls, as he begins to dig into her clothes, undoing fastenings so he can reach her skin. The only thing that's gonna be 'eating' her is him.

It sets her off too, wiping away the threats, the aversion, the fear, everything. Totally grateful now for his possessive, obsessive, incestuous streak, Harley twists, locks her legs around his waist, grabs his scruffy face and forces her tongue down his throat. Now this is more like it. Her hands clutch his hair, tugging at him. He lets her dominate for a moment, as he gets her top open and works her breasts with both hands roughly enough to bruise. She lets out a gasp, and he sucks on her tongue, not letting her back away. She translates the reaction to his rough treatment into writhing against the bulge in his pants as she digs her nails into his shoulders sending little shockwaves of pain and pleasure through his body. Fuck yes.

He responds by pushing his tongue into her mouth, fucking her with it. It is not enough. She tugs at his clothes rumpling his attire more than it normally is, getting her hands under his shirt and clawing his skin with her nails. She's the only one that has ever understood what the fuck he likes. His Honey knows his body and how to make him move, how to drive him higher, and how to keep him climbing like no one else. She could keep him on the brink forever, and he loves it. He puts one hand in her hair, pulling hard enough to make her squeak, although it's muffled with his mouth on hers like it is. His other hand gets her pants open, but when she refuses to move so he can slide them off he use his knife to cut the layers with expert precision. All those times of having to remove clothing from the unwilling has an unexpected dividend. He brushes his knuckles over the exposed area catching the little hard nub and squeezing. She bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. Not quite ready then.

He pushes his fingers down, slides the handle of the knife inside her and makes her fly apart with just a few knowing movements. She's so hot and moist. Her teeth are on his throat now, leaving their own mark. He knows she accepts this, no matter what she sprouts off in front of others. He is hers; she is his. Fucking born for each other. The gift of their three parents, a truth he's known since he first set eyes on her all those years ago. The knife goes back into the sheath, and its about time he finally got to plunge his other weapon in the proper, right, location. He might go visiting, but he always comes home to his Honey.

She feels him getting his fly undone so he can take advantage of her more than willing position. She must be out of her mind, wanting him like this. But she does, and she hates him for it. His sucking on her ear brings tears to her eyes. She is so damned to hell. But she wants him, and no one else can fit into the spot he's carved into her soul. She bites harder. Fucking bastard! He's like an iron rod just plucked from the fire and the pain makes him throb growing even harder and hotter; he is loving every bit of abuse that she showers on him. She could flay him alive and he'd enjoy every second of it. His hands are all over her, and even though they are both still half-dressed it only makes her need him more. He's never gentle. She rakes her nails over his lower back and presses them in to the rise of his buttocks. And she wonders if he's ever had anyone make him as hard as she can.

"Fuck me," she whispers.

"I don't know, you've been pushing me away." He needs her to beg.

She groans. It's the only sort of gratitude he recognizes anyhow, so she might as well thank him properly. "Please, just fuck me hard, Toombs." He lifts her face and licks the tears, leaving trails of his blood behind. It's too rote for him, those words. To easy for her say. No. He needs to break her. And he knows just how to do it.

"What am I?"

She snifles and yanks him against her hip, driving his erection against the bone causing explosions of intense pleasure-pain to ripple out over his soul, "Mine." Fresh tears appear in her eyes. He locks gazes with her. "You are mine," Harley declares. She is shattered, blood and tears trailing over her cheeks, and flushed with desire, making her the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. And the acceptance and horror of her realization of it, is all he needs to fuck her into the goddamn bulkhead. He might be an asshole sellout, and a mother-fucking bastard, but he's still hers, her brother, her lover, and – oh, God – she needs him. He just saved her life and gave up a fortune to do so. Besides, they always wondered what sex would be like in zero-g.

"That's fucking right." He kisses her hard enough to bruise. Even the taste of her tears is sweet to him.

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They are almost to the escape hatch. And because the gravity is still off they can float up to it. The Doctor points his sonic screwdriver at the thing and pops it open, "Go, Go! It's right behind us and unless you all want to strip down I suggest you hurry!" Strangely enough, River kicks off her boots and pulls off her dress, letting the clothing float behind her. She's still in bike shorts and a tank top, and the jumper that was the Doctor's goes back over her head as she pushes off for the hatch.

"Right," says Johns. "Lets all just get naked?"

"This is no joking matter!" Fry shimmies out of her shoes and pants and chucks her long sleeve top, leaving her in a tunic, which while doesn't cover much, does cover what is important. She gives the men a challenging look and follows River.

The one thing the Doctor will not give up is his coat. Lucky for him, it's slime free, but he can't say the same for his tee, where he's wiped his hand off, or his pants, or his shoes, or his socks. Bummer. But there are no changing facts, so he chucks the clothes and grins like a manic at the rest of them as he goes off. The faster they reach the TARDIS the less of an embarrassment this will be.

Richard pulls off his tank, uses it to wipe off his hands and arms, and tosses it aside. Then he toes off his boots, strips his pants off and follows Thete with as much 'devil-may-care' attitude as possible, his shiv in one hand.

"You all are fucking crazy!" The merc says.

Johns lets Simon remove, carefully, his boots, and then slips out of his very slimy pants. Not much of a loss there, on those, "Yep, nuts-r-us. But you know, he's kept us alive so far, and that crazy girl saved your goddamned ass, so," he shrugs. Behind him Imam, striped to his tunic -- pants, over-robe, and shoe free -- finishes getting Jack and Ali to discard their slimed clothing and shoos the boys to the hatch. "Ready, Father? Doc?" Simon carefully checks his hip pack and nods. The tailored clothes, or lack thereof, leaves him more exposed then something like Imam is wearing, but --. He helps the holy man steer the marshal over to the hatch.

"We cannot stop." Imam says. "Go, Mr. Johns."

"Come on, William," says the Doctor. Both he and Rich reach down for the marshal. The redhead accepts the help up into the gravity-enabled area. Simon comes next with Abu right behind him. Kevin is undecided and is surprised when Carver comes around the corner and sees the clothes. Going to the hatch will give away the direction they went. He won't do that. Instead he slips into the shadows.

Carver looks around, "What the hell is all of this?" He plucks at the dress, and stares at the slime floating on the seam. Carver never was too bright. He sniffs it. "This snot?" Behind him the mutant is gaining. How anyone could ignore the pounding stomping is beyond belief. Kevin closes his eyes and then silently pushes himself to the ceiling. Maybe, just maybe, he can pay that crazy group back for their good turn. If he can get above the mutant and turn off the hydraulic controls then it won't be able to follow them anymore.

Carver is too caught up in trying to figure out what is on the clothing to even be paying attention to the rather persistent fact of the 'Goll mutant getting closer. It's not like it can sneak up on anything. But Carver is still surprised when it roars at him, really much closer than he thought it would be. He turns and fires, the mutant lumbers forward, catching the clothing and devouring it. Kevin, up against the ceiling, forces himself to wait, to not move, because at the moment the creature is after Carver, and he needs it just a little closer. Carver's shooting pushes him down the hall, and the mutant follows. With a prayer, Kevin grips the thing and pulls himself onto its back. Now, what button was off? He can't remember, so he starts pushing at random. It isn't enough to save Carver, but he does eventually shut the thing down. Now he just needs to avoid the front end. Which means he goes back the way he came. Hopefully the Boss won't recognize him.