Chapter 4
AN: THERE IS A WARNING BEFORE THE GRAPHIC PART IN THIS CHAPTER.
Rose's scream of warning allowed him to brace himself against the impact, the rock glancing off his skull. He went down for a moment, the pain burning through him like fire. Then Rose screamed again and he leapt to his feet. How dare they? How dare they try to take what was his!
The Doctor grabbed beard from behind and threw him into the wall, knocking him unconscious. Goatee turned away from Rose, growling as he saw his brother lying unconscious.
"You will pay for that, stranger," he said, advancing on the Doctor.
The Doctor didn't respond, his fists clenched and ready, the blood streaming down his neck accentuating his feral appearance. The two men went at each other, fists flying. It was only moments before the Doctor got the upper hand, the other man cornered and helpless. Even after he had been beaten unconscious, the Doctor continued with his blows. When he finally stepped away, the man was dead.
"Doctor!" Rose gasped, her hand over her mouth. The Doctor didn't pause. Picking up a rock and stomping over to the beard's unconscious body, he smashed in his skull. Rose stood watching, a horrified expression on her face.
"You killed them?" she exclaimed, her voice rising uncertainty.
The Doctor ignored her, dragging the bodies, one after the other, out of the cave. Rose was still standing where he had left her when he returned, wiping his bloodied knuckles against his black jeans.
He stalked towards her, his eyes dark and shadowed in the half-light.
"Doctor?" Rose asked as he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the fire. She fell with a grunt of surprise when he pushed her, landing roughly on his jacket.
"Hey!" she squeaked out, aggravated at his rough treatment. Her mouth fell open in surprise as he stripped off his jumper and undershirt, tossing them to the side. She blinked rapidly, looking up at his muscular bare chest.
It wasn't until he was almost lying on top of her that she realized something was really wrong.
"Doctor? What are you doing?" She asked, her voice cracking at his proximity.
"Mine," he rasped, his breath warm on her face.
Rose pressed her hands against his chest, his warmth almost burning her freezing palms as she pushed him away. "Doctor, there's something wrong. You have to stop," she said, pushing futilely at him as he hovered, unmoving, above her.
He brushed away her hands, his lips crushing hers in a violent kiss. She turned away, bracing herself to shove at him more forcefully.
"Get off!" she shouted. He ignored her, grabbing the collar of her t-shirt and ripping it away. Rose gasped in shock, her struggles growing more fervent.
"No, Doctor, you have to stop!" she shouted, trying to reach him. His ice-blue eyes seemed to look through her, that familiar hunger evident in them. Rose's eyes opened wide in revelation, "Doctor, it's this planet! It's hurting you! You have to fight it! Please," she begged, sickened at the thought of what would happen to her if he didn't wake up quickly. He crushed her lips once more, his overheated body pressed against her skin.
When he pulled away, she slapped him, the sound ringing through the cave. "Wake up!" she demanded, "Fight it!"
He growled, his teeth flashing whitely in the firelight. Then she felt his hands creeping between their bodies; his rough, calloused fingers unbuttoning her skirt and sliding it down her pinned legs.
"No!" she gasped, wriggling beneath him frantically, trying to escape. He leaned forward, his lips tracing her collarbone and finding their way above her left breast.
"Mine," the Doctor said possessively. Then he bit down, breaking skin.
Rose screamed, her nails digging into his back.
He pulled up, his tongue running along the teeth marks he had left.
Rose sobbed, her fists clenched in pain and terror. She punched him as hard as she could, her fist impacting his cheekbone with all the force she could manage.
He reared back and roared in pain. Then his fist swung forward, catching her temple and almost knocking her out. The next few minutes she lay insensate, unable to move an inch.
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The Doctor yanked her hands above her head, pinning them there with a large stone. Then he snapped the straps of her red lace bra, flinging it away, followed by her panties. He pushed his knees between her legs, forcing them apart, his calves pinning her feet to the ground.
As she finally came around, it was to the sound of his zipper lowering. She shuddered, silent tears rolling down her face.
"Please," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper, "Doctor, don't do this."
He ignored her, his fingers pressing into her sides as he lifted her body up to his, sinking deep within her. She screamed in pain and violation, subsiding to racking sobs as he pulsed into her. She screamed again, her voice torn from her as he released.
She wept silently, waiting for him to pull away, now that he was finished. She choked as she felt him grow hard within her once again, his body plunging against her.
"No," she whimpered, yanking at her wrists. She couldn't take it. She felt her skin tear as she pulled against the stone, but she didn't stop, struggling desperately as he grew closer to release once again.
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The Doctor swallowed dryly, the TARDIS' throbbing green light no longer soothing, but rather a reminder of his own body's treacherous movements. What had he done? Poor Rose!
He gripped the edge of the TARDIS console, his knuckles white. She was going to leave. And rightly so. Oh, what had he done?
No longer clouded by the spores, the Doctor recalled every word, every movement. He was a monster, and he had destroyed his Rose. His shaking hands covered his face. He had even kept her prisoner afterwards. How could she ever forgive him, ever trust him?
The old man's words echoed in his head… and Rose's response. Why hadn't he listened to the old man? Would it have killed him to be careful, just once? To send her away, to keep her safe? Wasn't she worth that much?
Standing on unsteady legs, the Doctor input the coordinates for Earth. He was going to take her home. His Rose was leaving him, and it was his fault. As the TARDIS whooshed through time and space, the Doctor leaned tiredly against the control panel, feeling all of his 900 years.
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"Rose?" the Doctor asked quietly, her bedroom door barely cracked. "May I come in?" he asked.
He heard a wet chuckle before she responded, "You're asking?' she said acidicly.
The Doctor pushed open the door, wincing as it hit against the wall. Rose was curled up on the floor, her head on her knees, the purple comforter wrapped around her like a cloak. He stepped slowly towards her, kneeling to look into her eyes. They were red and puffy from crying, the remnants of mascara trails staining her cheeks.
"Rose, I'm so, so sorry," the Doctor apologized quietly, his hand unconsciously running across his sparse hair. He reached towards her, pausing as she jerked away. He stopped, his hand outreached. "I'm taking you home," he said gently.
Rose gasped, looking at him for the first time. "N…No," she stuttered, "You said… you said you were never taking me home. You said I had to stay here forever!"
The Doctor closed his eyes, only forcing them open so that she could see he was sincere, "It wasn't me," he explained, "The trees, they… Well, they had an effect on me. It is gone now."
"You're you?" she asked, her voice uncertain.
"I'm me," he agreed.
Rose looked at him, her eyes growing hard, "So, now I'm supposed to just forget what happened? What you… did to me?" she finished in a whisper, growing pale.
"I could make you forget," he offered.
Rose looked horrified, "Oh my God. What are you?" she asked. "You… you're no better than those guys with the date rape drugs! If she doesn't remember, it didn't happen?" She was angry now, standing with her fists clenched, the bruise on her face a livid purple that matched the comforter around her ankles.
The Doctor was shocked, "No, no!" he said, "I didn't mean… I was just trying to help."
"I've had enough of your help!" Rose shouted, "I want out of your ship and I want you out of my life! I deserve better than what you did to me! I'm a person! I'm worth something! You can't just keep me around for your pleasure! I'm a person!" Her voice cracked and her knees grew weak. She slid to the floor.
Before her head hit the carpet the Doctor caught her, his hearts in his throat. Had he missed something? Was she hurt worse than he thought? He carried her quickly to the infirmary, running another scan. When everything came back normal, he was relieved.
She had passed out. Of course she had, after all she had been through. All he had put her through. All he had done to her. His fingers rested on her temples. It would only take a moment, and she wouldn't remember anything. They could continue as they had. They could be happy.
"You can't just keep me around for your pleasure! I'm a person!" her voice screamed in his mind and he jerked back as if burnt.
"Rose," he whispered, his fingers tracing the bruise he had left on her face, "I'm going to miss you," he said mournfully.
