A/N: Hi guys! A few announcements to make (as usual)! First of all, I'm going to be posting the first chapter of the sister story immediately after this chapter. The sister story will be called "The Cupid Bite" and I'd highly recommend that you check it out! The story will have a different plot, but it will be similar to this. Second of all, how many of you watched the Sherlock Season Three premiere today?! It was amazing, I'm so excited that that show is back. :D Anyways, enjoy this chapter!
Previously:
Rose was confused for a moment before she followed where the doctor's eyes were looking. A giant, red hickey rested nicely on the right side of her neck in plain sight. Of course it just happened to be in the perfect area where it would be difficult to cover by most shirts.
She turned to look at the Doctor who had a proud and amused look on his face. He spoke simply, "You're mine now."
Rose rolled her eyes and groaned in exasperation, "I am not yours!"
The Doctor shook his head, "Of course you're mine! My Rose. All mine, forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and-"
"I get it," she snapped, "I'm yours."
"Mhmm," he hummed, reaching towards her head with his for a kiss. She whipped it away and he seemed blatantly upset. "No kiss?"
"No kiss," Rose confirmed. "Now, we're going to go with Dr. Robertsten, okay? It'll be fun."
He scoffed, "Kisses are fun. Fine, I'll go with Dr. Robertsten."
The doctor with a lowercase 'd' led them to a room without saying a single word. Rose had to stop the Doctor from touching and taking every single thing in sight, and most of all from kissing her every ten seconds. The room was large and white with a bed at one end and several shelves filled with supplies at the other. A weight scale and sink rested in one corner, while the other had a small stack of robes. Dr. Robertsten took a robe and handed it to the Doctor, nodding towards a door that was labeled 'Bathroom'. "Put that on, please," he requested of the Doctor.
The Doctor held the robe up to himself and waggled his eyebrows suggestively at Rose, "I'll look great in this."
Rose blushed bright red as the Doctor happily skipped into the bathroom to change. Dr. Robersten stared at her and lowered his voice to a whisper, "He's acting very strange for a Cupid Fly victim. As if the effect is increased... Do you happen to know anything?"
"He's a Time Lord," Rose replied, "his brain capacity is larger than a human's so the fly effects him more. The TARDIS told me that."
The doctor nodded, "That makes sense. We're going to have to tie him down to the bed in order to do any tests, you don't mind, of course?"
She shook her head, "Whatever you have to do."
"Do you know of any allergies he has or anything of the like?"
"Aspirin," she said and he took a note of it, "that's all I know of. But he'll need more sedatives than a normal human. And, well, more of everything, really."
Even though Rose had learned to expect practically anything with the Cupid Fly bite, what happened next was an exception to everything she could've imagined.
The Doctor exited the bathroom completely naked, frowning at them and not making any effort to cover his privates. "I can't figure out how to put this robe on. Rose, would you like to help me?"
Rose covered her eyes with one hand and gasped, "Doctor! Put some clothes on!"
"Why?" he frowned at her, walking further into the room.
Dr. Robertsten groaned and rubbed his temples, "You put your arms into the two holes and your neck into the big hole. The rest of it is worn like a dress."
The Doctor nodded and hopped back into the bathroom. When Rose looked up she knew her face was unbelievably flushed and her heart was racing like crazy. She definitely wouldn't get that image out of her mind for the rest of her life. At least she now knew he was human and... Compatible. "I'm sorry about him," she said to the doctor.
"Not your fault."
When the Time Lord emerged for the second time he was wearing the thin white dress and walked towards Rose immediately, "Isn't this robe sexy on me?" He twirled around and winked at her. "I should wear stuff like this more often, don't you think Rose?"
"Listen, Doctor," the medical doctor said, nodding his head towards the bed, "lay down there and we'll get you checked out."
The Doctor nodded, grabbing Rose's arm and tugging her towards the bed. "Okay."
She sat in the chair next to him despite his arguments and he lay down on top of the sheets, twiddling his thumbs. Rose held his hand and squeezed it reassuringly, "You'll be better soon, Doctor, don't worry."
"Who's worrying?" he scoffed. "I still think staying on the TARDIS together would've been more fun, but, hey, whatever makes you happy Rose."
Dr. Robertsten attached some straps to the sides of the bed and then put them overtop of the Doctor, who began to squirm against them. "We have to restrain you, Doctor, my apologies."
"No ropes! Not again!" The Doctor squirmed like crazy and Rose tried to hold him still.
"You need to get him to stop moving," the doctor said, eyeing Rose.
Rose rolled her eyes and leaned over the Doctor, kissing him to shut him up. Sure enough his entire body stilled as he arched his head forward to return the kiss, humming in pleasure at the feeling of her lips against his. When she broke away he whimpered a little bit, trying to move his arms. "I can't move," he complained.
"You could have just sedated him," pointed out Dr. Robertsen.
"I'm glad she didn't," the Doctor noted. "Can we do that again, Rose? I don't really care how many straps you put on me if we can do that again."
Rose glanced down and winced at the issue that was arising (pun intended) in his trousers. She shook her head, "No, we're not doing that again. Dr. Robersten will run some tests on you and you'll be cured soon, okay?"
He frowned, "But I don't want to-"
The doctor took out a piece of silver duct tape and placed it over the Time Lord's mouth, smiling at Rose. "There, that should keep him quieter and less distracting."
"Thank you," Rose said sincerely.
Dr. Robersten walked over to a cabinet and began to take out several different medicines and needles.
"Yureh veroy pweatty fom das amgle," the Doctor's mouth formed the words from underneath the duct tape. A wide smile graced his lips.
Rose rolled her eyes and ripped the tape off, making him wince. "What did you say?" she asked curiously.
"I said you're very pretty from this angle," he said happily.
Dr. Robertsten approached the medical bed and adjusted the straps that held the Doctor in. Then he took the duct tape and placed it firmly back on the Time Lord's mouth. The man turned to Rose with a sympathetic smile, "You'd best keep that tape on him."
"Good idea."
"Now, from what I've read about the Cupid Fly it also acts as a sort of truth serum. Not a complete truth serum, but it should work pretty well. So before I do anything I'd like to get as much information out of the Doctor as I can, alright?" Rose nodded and the doctor continued, "I'll need you to leave the room for a minute. It shouldn't take too long.
Rose exited the room and tapped her foot outside the door impatiently, wishing desperately the Doctor would just be cured already. Truth serum though, that could be interesting and useful, she mused to herself. She waited for five minutes, sitting in a chair and watching doctors and nurses mill by in a hurry. Then Dr. Robersten poked his head out the door, clearly upset. "He says he'll only talk to you. I made a list of questions for him, could you just write down the answers? He won't answer anything for me."
She sighed and cursed internally before entering the room and taking the pen and paper from Dr. Robertsten. She sat down in the chair next to the Doctor's bed and smiled brightly at him. "Doctor, how does the Cupid Fly bite effect your bloodstream?"
"You're very sexy," he replied simply.
"That's not the answer to the question," Rose complained.
"What question?"
She groaned, "What does the bite do to your bloodstream?"
"Oh, that question. If I tell you will you untie me?" The Doctor blinked innocently at her three times in a row.
After contemplating this for a moment she spoke, "Yes, if you answer it I'll untie you."
"No you won't, you're lying," the Doctor stated accusingly. "I can tell when my Rose is lying. I'm very good at that."
"Okay, how about this? If you answer the question I'll kiss you on the cheek." She felt somewhat bad for taking advantage of him in his sick state, but it wasn't too big a deal if it would lead to the cure, right?
He considered this, twisting his mouth to the side in thought before shaking his head. "Lips."
"Cheek," she argued.
"Nipple."
"Cheek."
"Penis."
Rose scooted her chair away and raised an eyebrow, "I said cheek, and that's my only offer. And... Don't say that!"
"Does it make you uncomfortableee?" he asked in a high, sing-song voice while his eyes twinkled with delight. "Or does it turn you on? Or both?"
"Doctor," she said in her most intimidating tone, "I'll kiss you on the cheek. That's it. No lips, no nipple, no... Penis. Got it? Cheek only."
"Lips," he said, "final offer."
"Too bad," Rose said defiantly. "Cheek."
"Fine. What was that question again?" the Doctor asked blankly.
She rolled her eyes, "What does the Cupid Fly bite do to your bloodstream?"
He replied with a long, scientific answer that she scribbled down quickly, hoping that it was an actual answer other than a bunch of words he was making up and stringing together. "Okay, kiss time."
Rose stood up and bent down over him, kissing him on the cheek chastely and pulling away. A delighted smile grew across his features and she read out the second question. "What sedatives can fight the Cupid Fly infection if not stop it?"
The Doctor frowned, "For this one I want a kiss on the lips."
"That's not happening," she stated. "Cheek again or nothing."
"But it's a hard question, Rose," he complained with his puppy-dog stare. "It will take a lot of thinking and concentration for me to get the answer."
"Fine, lips, you little persistent brat."
The Doctor winked proudly before answering the question, "Pinine flowers and Triggerdrum seeds can cancel out some effects of the virus temporarily, but what stops it is unknown."
Rose leaned over him and pecked him on the lips, trying desperately to hide the effect it had on her body. There were only two more questions. "When were Cupid Flies first spotted and where?"
He opened his mouth, about to answer, then shut it. After a minute of silence he grinned wickedly at her, "Nipple this time."
Her eyes widened, "No, that's not happening. You're pushing your luck now, Doctor."
"Do you want answers or not?" he asked mischievously, wiggling his body on the bed and trying to get into a better position. "Come on Rose, I know you want toooooo. Hmmm?"
She backed away a little and shook her head, "That's not happening. It's lips or nothing. There's no way on earth I'm kissing your nipple for an answer to a science question."
A look of disappointment swept over him and Rose wanted nothing more than to hug him at that moment and comfort him gently. "Fine. Then kiss my lips for ten seconds."
Rose considered this for a while, but the look on his face told her that she wasn't going to get anywhere with trying to convince him otherwise. "Deal."
"They were first spotted on the planet of Schap, in their year of two hundred and six. Schap is near Gallifrey, it's a very small planet. About the size of the earth's moon. Kiss time."
After a lame sigh in fake frustration she kissed him, breaking away after a few seconds and giving him a look that said 'are you happy now?' "Now for question four..."
"Wait," he interrupted, "that was only eight point nine four seven seconds. I counted."
Rose rolled her eyes and kissed him again for a second, "Is that better?" When he nodded she read out question four, "Are there any side effects of a Cupid Fly bite?"
"Tsk tsk tsk," the Doctor clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "The big question, yeah? The biggest question of them all. Question number four... The final question, I'm guessing. How incredibly important. Sounds like you really, really need that answer."
She rubbed at her temple and stared at him, "What is it that you want?"
"Nipple, pretty please?"
"Doctor..."
"Pleaseeee Rose Tyler? I'll never ask for anything ever again in my entire life!" he begged and pleaded as if he wanted a new teddy bear.
The sight of him being so randy made her want to laugh, and for a moment she pictured this all being over and her teasing him about it relentlessly. The nerve of him when he was bitten. It was almost hilarious, the Doctor begging for her to kiss his nipple. How cheeky of him. "Somehow I don't believe that you'll never ask for anything ever again."
"I won't!" he complained loudly, almost shouting. "I won't! I promise! I cross both of my hearts and hope to die! Well, I don't actually hope to die. That would be awful. But if I'm lying then I'll die! Please, Rose?!"
"I can't believe you," she murmured.
Preview of Chapter Seven:
"Well," Dr. Robertsten said, staring at the Doctor who was laying in bed and chewing a pen like a piece of gum, "I've got some results for you, Rose. They're a bit strange, but they're results."
The Doctor spat the pen out of his mouth, causing it to land on his chest. "Results are boring. Can you untie me now? My limbs are starting to ache, it's rather uncomfortable. The least you could've done is pull the blankets over me. Come on, where's your hospitality?"
"From horny to sassy," Rose mumbled under her breath before looking up at the screen. "What are the results?"
A/N: I know just where to cut it off, don't I? The Doctor is so weird. Anyways, please review if you liked this chapter! I know it was mostly a pull-along, but I didn't want to give the results of the tests right away because that'd be lame. Don't forget to check out the sister story as well!