Disclaimer: still don't own doctor who. Probably for the best, if I had been I probably would have done something so dark in doomsday that Russell's deed would look like child's play. So be thankful you got him and not me
Still in the hospital. my English professor is evil. Not only did he visit me, he told me that since I can still operate a laptop I still have to do my paper. Bastard, doesn't he have any respect for the wounded?
Chapter 3: The Call Girl
Angel finished putting on her mascara and cast a glance her latest client.
She had to admit, this one was quite striking, and already she was hoping he would become a regular. By all rights, she should find nothing particularly attractive about him. He had big ears, a large nose, he was very thin- unhealthily so, like he was wasting away, and he looked old enough to be her dad.
And yet there was something oddly compelling about him. Something in his cold steel grey eyes… like, there was some latent power hidden within them. Something tragically beautiful.
He'd said very little within their few moments of acquaintance. Just a falsely cheery "Hello, nice to meet you. My name is John Smith…" and then placed the money on the table before for she could start about rates and regulations.
She took a deep breath and entered her living room to face the mysterious stranger.
He had moved to her couch, and propped his dirty worn out boots on her coffee table.
Her glass coffee table.
Her glass coffee table that had cost a small fortune.
Now usually, she would not condone this behaviour from her clients, but there was something about him.
She cleared her throat to get his attention.
"Right then. Are you ready? Made all your phone calls and all that?" in spite of his cheeriness and nonchalance, he still seemed to her like the last thing he wanted to be doing was waiting for a shag.
"Yeah," she was all professional now, "everything all checks out. So let's have some fun, yeah?"
He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. "Fantastic." Though, he sounded like it was anything but.
He kicked off his boots with such force, Angel was surprised they didn't fly out her window.
Next went the leather jacket that he wore like armour, revealing a green jumper that almost immediately joined the jacket.
"The thing is," He said as he started on his belt, "All my life, I've done the right thing. And now I am a man who has lost everything. Tonight I'm doing something for me." He unbuttoned the fly of his black jeans and nearly ripped them off. It seemed to her that he was trying to escape himself, by ridding himself of his clothes.
"... and I don't bloody care if it's the right thing to do or improper for someone of my age. I do so much for so many, and never ask for anything in return. I deserve this. I don't need your approval, I don't care about that. I just want one night to forget what I've done, and not think about what I'll do tomorrow."
She had no time to respond. His lips crashed down on hers immediately. The kiss was rough, his teeth hit hers at least a few times, his tongue was prodding her mouth desperately, as if he could find what he'd lost inside her mouth.
With the strength and speed a man as skinny as him should not possess, he carried her off to her bed, where he stripped her of what few clothes she had.
"So tell me, what's a beautiful, brilliant, sweet, girl like you doing in a business like this?" he traced circles on her stomach.
"Well, I like it. I'm constantly entertaining new clients, so, I get to meet new people, my friend, Stephanie makes sure I'm protected, and I get all the non commitment sex I could possibly ask for."
He stopped his ministrations to look at her. Somehow she was able to see his ice blue eyes even in the dim lighting of her bedroom.
"Come on, people have one night stands all the time. Why is it that people find it immoral the second money is involved?"
He let out a loud laugh and gave her the first real smile she'd seen from him all night. "Don't ever change Angel. Just don't ever change."
"Rose."
"Hmm?"
"Rose Tyler. That's my name." Now why'd I tell him that? She wondered.
"That's a beautiful name, why don't you use it more often?"
"Because, that woman died years ago. I'm sure you of all people know what it's like, Doctor."
He stiffened beside her. "How'd you know?"
"When you came, I saw something. Like a vision. There was a battle of some sort. Then I saw fire, a fire that burned through dimensions, and there was screaming. Oh Doctor, those screams, I was begging them to end.
"But the silence that came after was worse than those screams could ever be, because I knew you were alone. Truly alone."
"You shouldn't have seen that."
"But I did."
"And somehow still sane."
She turned around to put on a short red dressing gown and headed off to her closet to find something to wear.
When she came back out in a pink t-shirt and jeans, he'd already dressed and adjusting the sleeves of his leather jacket.
"Tea?" she offered.
"Ta."
She prepared him a cup with sugar and milk, just the way she somehow knew he liked it.
"You know, my mum used to make the best tea. Like it has healing powers or something."
"And what does mummy think of little Rosie's occupation?" he raised an eye brow.
"We haven't spoken in years. Not since Jimmie... never mind over with now."
Rose handed him the cup but he grabbed onto her wrist. And ran his fingers over a thin white scar on her wrist.
"Who did this?" his expression darkened
"Does it matter? It happened a long time ago, alright?"
"You saw me, now I want to see you."
"His name was Jimmie, I thought he loved me, but, he turned out to be a right sicko. Found him in bed with a colleague of mine. Moved out the next day and never looked back. became a brand new person and all."
"What about your mum?"
"She never approved of me moving out in the first place, and most certainly didn't want me moving back in. So I got a job at an escort agency."
"Ah, and now it comes full circle. Tell me, how do you like the sleeping drug I slipped in your tea?"
She didn't answer because she was already slumped over on the table.
"Come on, Miss Tyler. Time for bed." He scooped her up and carried her off to bed.
The Doctor couldn't help but give her a kiss when he placed her on the bed. She really did look like an angel at that moment with her golden blonde hair and innocent sleeping face.
He briefly wondered what it would be like to have a life with this wonderful impossible creature that had seen him and not gone mad. Who had welcomed him into her mind entirely and completely despite only knowing him for an hour.
He shook away the thought and started on his job.
He was The Doctor, and even though he was bound to her, he just didn't have the luxury of that life. Maybe before the war... but it was too late for that now.
He scanned her apartment with his sonic screwdriver.
Now how hard could it be to find a bleedn' plastic hand?
I was watching secret diary of a call girl last night, and I wondered what rose was call girl when she met the Doctor? And Thus this little baby was born.