Rose was hot, but she felt like she was buzzing with energy. The Doctor had his hand in hers, but he wouldn't look at her. She wondered if it was because when he did he had this strong urge to pull her into his arms, because that was what was happening with her.

Sure, she loved the Doctor, he was her friend. And sometimes she thought there could be something more there, but nothing like this.

A flicker of his blue eyes to her, and she wanted to howl at the moon. That was only the start of her weird desires too.

She could smell something, something warm and could smell the blood rushing through its little veins. Some kind of creature, and if she let that nagging little voice in the back of her head speak she would probably know what it was called.

But she refused, and while that voice was present, it didn't try to take over. She imagined that would change when night came. The Doctor didn't have to fully explain anything to her now, at least not with this other thing in her head.

Dark.

The word filled her thoughts, the creature inside insisting upon acknowledgment of its name. She conceded, but only because she suspected it was the best choice for her. If she fought the Dark too hard, she might not be allowed control of her own mind anymore. Or maybe, it couldn't completely take over until the moonlight.

She could hope.

"Okay?" The Doctors voice hit her ears like a wave on an empty beach. A quick glance, just a moment of those blue orbs and she had to swallow hard. What was it that he asked…Okay?

"Yes," she agreed. His voice seemed deeper, taking on a more dominant tone, but she also knew that it was just as much her animal hearing as it was his voice.

Her own voice sounded lighter, a melody, like leaves blowing in a gentle breeze.

To attract your mate.

Rose frowned, knowing that that little voice was speaking about the Doctor. He couldn't be her mate, he just couldn't. How would that work? No, she didn't think she wanted to know.

"Rose," the Doctor paused, Rose could see the beginnings of a town, but she somehow knew that they weren't as close as she wanted. Her eyesight had improved, which meant she could make out the town sooner than before.

And he said her name, like it was the only word in the universe. Her heart was beating wildly, her chest hurting a little. She wasn't sure why though.

"Yes, Doctor?"

He was looking her over, his eyes heavy on her. They roamed over her body, covering her with the blanket of his comfort. There was something else there, something closer to desire, but he was fighting it.

"Are you sure you are okay? Are you hurting?"

She thought about it for a moment, all thoughts scattered into what the Doctor looked like naked, and the other stuff, like surviving. Did she hurt?

Yes, all over.

Venom

Oh, really, thanks for the obvious wolf.

"I'm okay, Doctor."

Bet he has a nice chest, Rose thought, before she caught herself. Oh, they needed to find the TARDIS and they needed to do it before she did something she might regret.

DW

It was hard to look at her; or rather it was too easy. He had good eyesight before, but this was just an extra dose of temptation. Her eyes held minor swirls, even his Time Lord sight was able to ignore. Her lips were extra tempting, and if he didn't look away, he was going to have to adjust his jeans.

He told his wolf self to stop it, but it was claiming innocence. Could it be that he wanted to pull Rose against his skin, as badly as his wolf did?

No, it was defiantly not his fault.

She claimed she was okay, at least he thought that she had. Honestly, after he asked the question his brain went fuzzy. His great big- think about an unlimited amount of things at once- brain was cloudy with thoughts that were nowhere near productive.

He gave her a tiny nod, pretended she didn't slid her warm hand into his and they walked on. He was moving quickly, but she kept up. It seemed their muscles were more than willing to do their bidding, and his pace would have been a strain even to his normal form.

Now they had no trouble, reaching the town in a short amount of time. It had people there, walking down the narrow roads, and he was so thankful. Real people. People that weren't Rose…his mate…as the wolf claimed loudly.

He dragged her along, not bothering to slow down now. He reached a small inn, always a good place to find information- he had found in the past. He pulled her in, probably rougher than he meant to be, but she had a glazed over look.

They needed the TARDIS and the cure, and then he could go back to ignoring the way she made his hearts flutter, and she could go back to thinking he wasn't a real man. If she were pressed against him now, she would have no doubt. It was better she didn't know though, and he was going to fight to keep it that way.

"Hello," the woman behind the counter greeted them; her eyes were a light green, friendly. She had a baby on her hip.

"Hello," he greeted. "I was wondering if you had seen a blue box come this way."

"Blue box?" He noted how she her eyes flickered to the back of the inn, before returning to him. "No, I'm afraid I haven't. Did you and your wife lose it, then?"

He glanced at Rose, her hand still tucked safely into his, and he tried to release it. She wouldn't let go. He told the woman anyway. "She's not my wife."

"Oh," the woman gave him a smile that was a little too knowledgeable for his comfort. "We have pleasant wedding ceremonies every midweek."

The Doctor opened his mouth, but no words made their way out. Fortunately for him, Rose chose that moment to rejoin the living, and stepped forward. "We'll consider it, thank you." Consider it? She had to be playing the part, right? "Listen we really need that box, it has a lot of important stuff in it."

Yes, important. It had his home in it.

The woman's eyes flickered to the back again, and the Doctor was trying to figure out how to get back there when the baby started to wail.

She looked away from them, eyes flooding with a motherly love for the child. "Oh, Timber," she rubbed the boys little back. He didn't stop though, and the Doctor felt annoyed. Not at the baby crying, that didn't' bother him, but because the woman now had a perfect excuse to ignore them.

She didn't though, to his surprise. "Ama," she called out, and a young girl, of around maybe eight, padded out. "Take your brother, please. Lay him down."

The young girl nodded, and smiled at Rose and the Doctor before she returned to the back. The Doctor smiled back, but he doubted it was before she was gone.

"I'm Abera," the woman told them.

"The Doctor and Rose," he told her, now that his mouth was working again. "Sorry to bother you, we need to find that box though. Come on, Rose."

He moved slowly, turning only enough that he made it look like he was actually going to leave. His eyes watched the woman however, and her eyes filled with a panic.

"Wait," she held up her hand. "Wait."

He turned back.