I was surprised to see how many are following this o-o

Well, have a chapter that I didn't expect to be as long. Rating is going up because of the dark imagery and bad language.

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Fingers of cloud -or possibly pollution- stretched to caress the hazy full moon. The steady throb of music echoed throughout the street, the ebb and flow of spritely, inebriated character adding to the excitement. The normal excitement and agitation of a eastern-London nightclub, where the weary souls of the day crawled and refreshed themselves with drink, drink and dancing.

Well, Rose thought as she observed a clearly drunk couple practically grinding on the dancefloor, maybe not that kind of dancing. Funny how that seemed distasteful to her now, when couple years ago this would've been, well, commonplace.

And then she met this wonderful, wonderful man.

She smiled to herself, lost in the crowd, and her memories. Scary how her life had changed so much. And yet not at all, scarily. Was still waiting for her back home.

Mum. Mickie. Shareen.

Well, this was why she didn't like to think over the darker side of being with said man (with great hair) because, well-

"Oi! Watch it!"

Rose's accent flared fully as the intoxicated couple slammed into her right side in their attempt to do some sort of half-crazed limbo. On each other. Her drink slopped down her arm, making her skin now feel as tacky as the sticky, drink-stained floor.

"Oh, for the love of-" She rolled her eyes, flicking the clinging drops off her fingers and bracelet. She was gonna reek now...

"Oi, Rose!"

Among the thronged crowd two bodies emerged, clinging to each other to stay put, glasses clutched in hand. It looked like the birth of some horrific monster.

"Heey, you alrigh'?" Shareen burst forth, clad in her usual attire.

A decidely gaudy, sparkly monster.

Milling to the edge of the crowd, and suddenly in a limbo, now snapped out of her deep thoughts, boy, did she feel...Awkward.

Oh. God. The Doctor's anti-domesticity was catching.

Rose smiled weakly and took a sip of her drink. Well. What was left of it.

"Oh my days- what are you drinkin'?"

For some reason she didn't launch right into the alcohol now, would instead buy a soft drink, get conversation before she got pissed and ended up saying stupid things.

The dark-skinned man leaning into Shareen rolled his eyes, and turned to her.

"Oh yeah, I forgot Rose don't "drink" anymore. Not since 'e came, anyways.." Mickey took a long swig of his beer and swayed a little.

Rose rolled her eyes (again) "Micks, you know it's not that, I just-"

"Gods, don't tell me this guy is..." She leaned forward, whispering the next word as though it were taboo, "teetotal?"

"Oh for the love of...No, the Doctor does actually like a drink everynow and then. And, " she pointed at Shareen's glass, "it's not some cheap crap either."

Well, that first bit went over her head.

"A Doctor? You mean one of them PC Doctors?"

Rose stifled a snort behind her glass, but went along with it anyway.

"Er, yeah. Met 'im when Mickey's need fixing. Isn't that right, Micks?" She gave him a pointed look.

Mickey returned the look for a split second. "Oh, yeah, he's brilliant. Laptops, Macs, Droids, you name it. And he travels round to servicing calls in this...blue...hut thing". Mickey went to approximate the shape of the Doctor's magnificent ship (although he didn't think so) with his hands, then thought better.

"Wha'? Hut? 'E's not one of them bloody refugees, is he?" Shareen curled her lip in rather amusing (in Rose's opinion) confusion and looked to the man beside her for clarification.

Right...

"Look- I'm just gonna- go outside for a bit, yeah?" Rose gestured to nowhere in particular, but hoped it was in the direction of the door, somehow.

"Yeah. Sure." Shareen's interest was already caught by the hustle and bustle by the bar. Mickey turned to follow, took another swig, and cocked an eyebrow at her.

Another eyeroll, and she was outside in the cool, twilight air. The bitter-sweet tang of cigarette smoke wafted nearby, followed by the acrid stench of human sweat and alcohol. Rose grimaced and walked to the corner, away from the pounding of music.

Breath out, breath in. Her exhalations clouded the night air in clouds. A chill wrapped round her body.

Somewhere nearby, she could hear someone retching.

Another grimace and she huddled into the nearest sheltered alley, away from the now persistent wind but not too close to the rotting bin-bags that spilled their contents out onto the concrete like entrails.

Okay. slightly gory thoughts. Maybe that came with being with the Doctor as well. As did the nightmares.

They did stop, after a while. She began to reason that they were worth it.

Minutes crawled by. Rose leant back against the wall and closed her eyes. Just...thinking.

That is, until the growl caused them to snap open.

She straightened up, stiffening, and squinting into the darkened alley.

She was tired. Not drunk. Was probably a dog.

Or her very vivid imagination.

But when Rose put not even one foot forward to pivot away, the growl resounded again. Her heart skipped and faltered a little.

Right. Time to stop being silly.

A deep breath and she strode...into the alley.

After all, wouldn't he do the same?

More squinting. This area was badly lit. Inky shadows pooled in among the rubbish and huge, wheeled bins.

But there was no way anyone could miss those eyes.

Rose stiffened again. as if rooted to the spot. It was like a cat in the dark, with those sinister, glowing eyes. But she could tell this -whatever- was far bigger- the eyes alone huge and glinting.

Looking at her.

She swallowed, desperately tried to tug away her feet seemingly nailed to the ground.

Whatever the thing was stepped forward.

Wickedly sharp canines glinted, moonlight catching the salivia hanging in threads between them. The best opened its maw in a silent hiss. Its muzzle was bloodied, its eyes savage.

And as it neared the light, well...it was some kind of wolf. But far bigger. Not to mention, terribly, wonderfuly alien.

A breath escaped her in a fear-ridden squeak. Rose tried to swallow it down, but cold fear was pouring through her nerves, congealing in her blood...

The wolf-creature hissed again, showing its impressive set of jagged teeth. The black coat it sported made it seem like some kind of spectre.

And yet...she knew it.

Gold flowed in its mind into hers.

She gasped.

No...but...

"Do-"

The wolf snarled, its hackles raising, coat bristling.

Don't call me that.

"But, I-"

Time to stop talking. Wolf.

The last word was spat, in her mind, like it was disgusting.

Then he pounced, and she screamed.

Heavy paws and a heavy body held her down. A wet muzzle brushed her neck, right by her jugular. Rose's breath came in panicked huffs.

You. Are. Mine.

And then was blood. No one even wondered about the screams that pierced the night sky, the gurgles that racked them. Nor the ripping of flesh and the grunts and moans as the beast satitated his desire for his Wolf's flesh-

"No!"

Thunk!

The actual Doctor tumbled into the floor from his bed, tangled in the sheets and writhing as he sought to stop his wolf-self from mauling his Rose-

Chest heaving and glistening with fear-tinged sweat the Doctor slumped against the side of his bed, fighting the aftermath.

"It's just a dream...justadream...Rassilon." He curled on his side, face in the plush carpet, eyes scrunched shut as he repeated this inner mantra.

He stayed like that for some time, wondering how the hell he would get them out of this mess, until he slipped, once again, into empty sleep.