Warning: this contains adult themes.
A/N: Sorry for the delay, but I've been in bed all day again. But I snuck in something for JunoInferno. ;D
A/N2: And I'd like to take this chance to wish babumonkey a very Happy Birthday!

Part Nine

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Donna crawled out of the bed by backing out, and raced to the bathroom to wash. Why couldn't she remember much of the previous evening, and what on earth had she really done? The bitterness of spending the night with Chris and not having any memory of it, beyond a few hazy images, was hard to fight off. This should have been a wonderful moment! As the possible consequences raced through her mind, she snuck back into the bedroom and hurriedly dressed. If she crept out would he even notice she had been there? Was that the right thing to do? Would he think she was some sort of slag now and view her differently? What was the protocol in such situations? She'd never had a one night stand and was pretty sure Chris hadn't either.

'Oh Chris!' she thought as she watched him sleep on. Why did she love him so much? And did he love her? Love her in the way she wanted him to? Unable to think straight, she cast a final look around the bedroom before attempting to head down into the kitchen. That was when she spotted the note propped up next to the bed on a side table by Chris' head. Deeply curious, she picked it up, and her interest increased tenfold when she read it was addressed to her!

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Dear Donna,

How could you behave in such an obscene and disgraceful way? You are MINE! I thought we had clarified this point.

I am disgusted. You shall regret taking this action, I assure you of that.

Until we meet again,

The Doctor

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A cold hand gripped her heart in that instance. When had he come back and seen them? What had he seen exactly?!

The breath stuttered in her throat as she anxiously swept her gaze around the room. How incriminating was the scene before her? Erm… Who was she kidding? The clothes thrown about the room must have given away their activity if nothing else had. How could anyone not see the clues and join the dots together.

And all the while Chris slept on, oblivious to her internal panic. All her fears now focused on the Doctor rather than a destroyed friendship or a possible baby… Her thoughts were distracted onto the idea of a baby from the previous evening's events. It wasn't as though it would be impossible for her to conceive a child, even at her age; and it would certainly be a welcomed child into her life. A child formed by love; even if it was one-sided. How the hell would she cope if she became pregnant?

No! She mustn't think about that until… unless it was a matter that had to be faced. The immediate future would feature an irate man who had picked her out as his life partner, albeit without her consent at the time; and she wasn't exactly sure when or if she had agreed at some point. She just knew that his passion could easily morph into temper and possibly violence. There was definitely a dangerous quality about him. It was all part of the bad boy charm.

Perhaps she could convince herself this had never happened, not in the way she thought it had. What was a sleepover between friends after all? Enough to get someone beaten up, perhaps…

Dread filled her then. Dread for the fate Chris might face because of her, and dread as she imagined the expression on the Doctor's face when he had discovered them asleep together; assuming of course that he had only found them sleeping.

Holding in a sob, she flew out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Once there, two cold cups of coffee sat accusingly on the coffee table, and a fallen piece of sandwich lay on the carpet. Donna had bent to pick it up and put it in the bin when she spotted what already lay in there. Two photo frames were smashed to smithereens, and there was the ripped up remains of what she assumed had been the photos inside; except the pieces only seemed to show Rose when she dug them out and placed them together. Oh! Had the Doctor done this, or Chris?

There was no other sign that he had been there, so she scattered the pieces back into the bin, pulled out her shoes from under the settee, donned her coat and fled. Shutting the front door as quietly as she could behind her, she tried to take in a sigh of relief but it sat heavily in her chest. What should she do now?

Lifting up her wrist to view her watch, it was clear that she had just enough time to race home and change before heading into work. Coping with work would be the easy bit. It was the evening she was dreading.

Chris shifted his head and pain bloomed from his neck. What the heck had he done to cause that? He squinted in the dim light, raised a hand to rub his offended neck and licked his lips when he felt how dry they were. Shame he had woken up at that point because he'd been having a fantastic dream; just thinking about it aroused his body, and he moved experimentally. Hang on. Answering the call of an itch on his buttock, he found a naked part that should have been covered by cotton briefs or his pyjama trousers. What had he done with them?

He lifted his head to see where his pyjama trousers had gone; half expecting them to have fallen down somehow in the night, and noticed the state of the bed. What?! It looked as though a bomb had exploded there. How had that happened? And what was that mark on the sheets?

Oh! The answer dawned on him when he inspected it. Did that mean he had had a wet dream? Had adolescence come late for him, technically speaking, or was this a whole new phenomenon? One thing he did know for sure; he was never getting drunk again in a pub. It took away all your memories. Moving cautiously, so as not to jar his neck or head, he could have sworn he smelt perfume. Sniffing deeply, he became certain that he knew that perfume; it was the one Donna often wore. His mind sought to find the name of it. He should know because he had been with her when she had bought it.

'Been' being the operative word,an extremely grumpy voice inside his head chastised him.

'What are you on about?' he thought back at the voice.

There was a sigh of exasperation in return. Call yourself an intelligent man…! If brains were gunpowder you wouldn't have enough to blow your hat off; you stupid half-ape. the voice sneered. You'll never reach the lofty heights of the Time Lords.

Now Chris knew who exactly the voice was. 'Perhaps I don't want to be a Time Lord,' he argued.

There was an answering snort of derision. You might as well not want to breathe. I know that's all you want: to be ME.

'That isn't true! I want Donna,' he retorted.

Well you certainly did that one, little Martian. You had her and then you lost her. But don't worry; she'll come running to me. They all want me in the end. And you can then disappear back into the mire that you came from.

That made Chris angry! 'Don't say that! I am half Doctor and half Donna!'

And look where that got you? Your so-called girlfriend used you to get to me; just like Rose tried to. It always comes back to me,the voice of the Doctor crowed.

'No! I won't believe you!' He clutched his head in pain. 'She was my friend long before you appeared back on the scene.'

As I said… The voice seemed to swing closer to his ear, growling low in its intensity. As I will continue to say; she is MINE, Christopher Noble. I staked a claim on her and she will choose me over you; any time, any day.

'Then why was she in my bed?' he demanded to know, grasping at straws in this argument.

There was an answering smug chuckle. You may have brought her here, but can you be sure it was you who made such sweet love to her? I think not. And she tasted divine…

Chris screamed in abject horror as the voice purred confidently in his head; because he knew the truth. 'Did you use my drunkenness to take over? You had no right to do that!' he protested.

Maybe, but I did anyway. You could barely undo your shirt buttons without my help; so I took over, the Doctor insisted on telling him, breathily drawing out the words to cause optimum heartache. It was I that removed her clothing, piece by piece. I got to see, feel and kiss her pale creamy skin as it was revealed. It was I who got to fill her, and ooh did she feel good! You should have heard the sounds she was making as I fulfilled your dream; you really should have been there.

Realisation hit Chris then. 'You deliberately excluded me! How did you manage to somehow turn my mind off?'

The Doctor mocked him in return. Ah, have you forgotten already, poor wee Chris? You searched for a potion because you wanted to become more Time Lord; and you got your wish. Then was a pause before the Doctor continued in a more menacing tone, In the end you will become… well… me! Won't that be wizard? Now take your potion.

"No!" Chris shouted out as his hand was forced towards the drawer where the bottle lay. "I won't take it. I only promised that you could appear Saturday night."

His fingers continued to quiver as he fought their quest.

Take a few drops of the potion. I only need you for a short while,the Doctor ordered him.

Chris shook his head in protest as he felt his resolve wane. "I refuse to!"

In that case you shall keep away from Donna, do you hear me? I shall know if you disobey me because I will watch every single movement you make.

"Okay," Chris replied regretfully; and control was regained over his body. He suppressed a whimper when he finally was able to sit up and think clearly.

The Doctor had won, and he always would.

Donna didn't see Chris to talk to until lunchtime was almost over. "Chris!" she called out to him with a wave and went to join him. But Chris looked horrified when she did so, and she could have sworn he was trying to back away. "What's the matter?" she asked with deep concern when she reached his side.

Remember: say nothing,echoed in his head sternly.

Chris furtively averted his gaze. "Nothing. Nothing's the matter," he answered quietly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said hesitantly. "Apart from the hangover, obviously. I take it you are still suffering from one too."

"Oh, you know," he replied, waving a hand about vaguely. "Something in my head won't leave me alone."

"What sort of something?" she asked anxiously. 'Here comes the put down; any moment now,' she told herself.

Don't you dare!the Doctor warned him.

Chris cautiously coughed. "I erm… I'm not feeling quite myself yet. Is it still okay to come over for dinner tonight, or do you have another party to organise?"

Hoping his offhand manner was because he was still feeling fragile, she readily answered, "No, there's no party tonight; so I'll see you later."

When he moved his head to the side so that her kiss landed on his cheek, she became increasingly troubled. Did this mean he had remembered and didn't want to; or was he trying to spare her feelings? Either way, she was stuffed, and her heart plummeted. Lifting her head as high as she could, she walked away, hoping it came off as dignified. If he didn't want her then she would have to live with it.

Watching her walk away, Chris wanted to run after her, plead her forgiveness and declare his love loudly. But he didn't.

Good boy, the Doctor patronised him, in both words and by mentally patting him on the head.