Chapter 7

AN: THERE IS A WARNING BEFORE THE GRAPHIC PART IN THIS CHAPTER.

What the Doctor didn't tell them is that Rose was worse than they could imagine. The spores had not dissipated in her system as they had in his. Instead, they were building up in her brain, slowly suffocating it of its oxygen.

Even worse, the only way to get rid of them was to take her back to that planet. The spores would become active in her system again and move back into her bloodstream. Once there, he could hopefully find a way to safely remove them.

They landed with a gentle thump, and the Doctor prepared himself, activating his respiratory bypass. No matter what happened, he wasn't going to repeat his first mistake. He lifted Rose into his arms once again, and took her out of the TARDIS. He had landed near the caves this time, sufficiently distant from the village that they would not have to deal with the natives.

It was almost nightfall. The Doctor juggled his medical bag in one hand as he held Rose firmly to his chest, taking her into the cave.

He laid her on a mat, out of his trans-dimensional bag, and started to run scans, trying to determine how quickly the spores would react.

As the scan returned its results, the Doctor blinked in surprise. They were already active, speeding through her bloodstream. Relieved, he started to dig through his bag, searching for the tools he would need to remove the spores from her system.

"Doctor?" Rose's faint whisper shocked him, and he spun towards her quickly, automatically helping her sit up.

"It's okay Rose," he reassured her, "You're sick but I'm going to help you."

"Where are we?" she asked, looking around at the grey rock walls.

The Doctor paused before bracing himself, "I had to bring you back to the planet to treat you."

"The planet?" Rose asked, pulling away from him.

The Doctor sat back, trying to give her some space, "I'm using my respiratory bypass," he said softly, "There will not be a repeat of last time."

Rose nodded, relaxing slightly, "I understand, you know," she told him, not quite meeting his eyes.

"Understand?" The Doctor asked.

She looked up at him, "That it wasn't really you. That you didn't mean to…"

The Doctor looked at her, absorbing the impact of what she said. She understood; that didn't mean she forgave him. "I'm glad," he finally said, "Because I never wanted to hurt you. Ever."

"Did my mum tell you?" Rose asked, her hand drifting down to her abdomen.

The Doctor forced a thin smile, "Yes. Congratulations." He paused, hesitant, "Are you going to keep it?" he asked softly, tensing in anticipation of the answer.

Rose's hand gripped her shirt roughly as she looked up at him, her eyes flashing fiercely, "Yes, I'm keeping her! She's my baby!"

The Doctor grinned, "Fantastic!" he said, relieved. He was the last of his kind, he reasoned, that was why he wanted her to keep it. And the fact that Rose was the mother, well that made the baby all the more special. Pain clouded his eyes, if only he hadn't hurt her to do it. If only they could raise it together. Like a proper family.

He flinched a little at the last thought. A family. He'd killed his family. He looked up at Rose, her eyes still fixed on the invisible baby bump. He'd kill them too. His life was too dangerous for a baby, a family. They were better off away from him. Maybe he could watch them, without them knowing. Maybe he could visit.

He shook his head, throwing the images of Rose pushing a little blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl in a swing out of his mind. No. He wouldn't, couldn't do that. Even that would put them in danger. He would have to leave them behind. Learn to travel alone again.

"Doctor?" Rose asked, breaking him from his morbid thoughts.

"Yes, Rose?" he responded, returning to his search through the medical bag.

Her hand grabbed his wrist, pulling him around to look at her. Her other hand came up to touch his face, her fingers tracing over the sensitive new skin of his scar.

"Your boyfriend gave me that," he muttered, afraid to break her concentration as she studied the mark.

"Not my boyfriend," Rose responded, releasing his wrist and trailing her fingers up his neck to his hairline. "You're too skinny," she whispered, her fingers tickling as they moved up his skull. Then she yanked him towards her, her lips crashing on his.

He pulled away, "Rose!" he exclaimed, grabbing her arms and holding them away from him.

"Mine," she said, twisting her body to get closer to him.

The Doctor gulped. The spores; it had to be. They must have built up enough to affect her. He released one of her wrists, digging in his bag for the scanner.

Rose twisted, her hand pushing into his shoulder, shoving him back until he was pinned under her. He looked up in surprise. He had no idea she could be that strong… or that fast.

"Rose, get off!" he commanded, "You don't want to do this. It's the spores. Fight it!"

Rose giggled, her hands running under his shirt.

He shoved her off gently, grabbing for his sonic screwdriver. He had only looked down for a moment when he felt something hard hit his temple.

Stars flashed in his eyes and he blinked rapidly, trying to work out what had just happened. Someone had hit him with a rock. Again.

His vision cleared and revealed Rose hovering above him, a feral grin on her face.

"Rose?" he croaked, "Who hit me?"

She giggled as he tried to sit up. Dazed, he looked at his wrists. He was tied down.

"Untie me!" he shouted, struggling with the rope. He looked up at Rose, who was sitting on his legs- further restraining him. "Rose, you have to let me go. You're sick. I can help you. Just untie me." The Doctor said, forcing himself to remain calm.

"Mine," Rose said again, her hands twitching across the waistband of his jeans. The Doctor abruptly noticed that his torso was bare, his jumper and undershirt tossed in a corner.

"Rose," he said warningly, "You have to release me."

His stomach muscles tightened as she unbuttoned his jeans with a snap, the zipper sliding down ever so slowly. She started to work the jeans down his hips, revealing his plain black boxers.

"Last warning, Rose," the Doctor growled. Rose giggled, her fingers at the waistband of his boxers. Before she could move, he bucked wildly, intending to throw her off and set himself free.

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It didn't work out as he had planned. Instead of Rose being thrown off, his boxers were ripped away, and Rose fell forward onto his chest. Her chest was pressed to his, only her thin t-shirt separating them. She was wearing very short shorts, and the skin of her thighs pressed against him.

If he had been breathing he would have stopped. As it was, he lay there, frozen. Then Rose started to move, shifting to a sitting position on top of him. Pulling her shirt up, her chest was bared. With graceful movements, her hand slipped between them and she slid off her shorts. The Doctor choked as her hand stayed between them, coaxing him towards her.

"Rose, no," he whimpered, his heartbeats increasing as her hand moved, her body rocking sensuously over him. They moaned in unison when he entered her. It wasn't long before they were both screaming.

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