A/N: I'm SO sorry for the delay in updating. Honestly, it's block. I know where I want the story to go but getting it on the page can be difficult. My goal is to finish this by the end of the year.

Rose Tyler loved being a model. She loved the glamour of it. She loved showing up to a shoot, changing into fabulous clothes, and having her picture taken. And she was always respectful to the staff. Sure, she had had her fair share of shady shoots and some not-so-sincere clients; but mostly, especially under Amy Pond's wing, she was the best in the business.

The beautiful blonde walked to the spot that she was to stand in. She was shooting an ad for new brand of sneaker. Taking a seat on the wooden box, the photographer turned to her.

"Ah, Rose!" the blonde-haired lady said. "I'm Jodie."

Rose took her extended hand. "Lovely to meet you."

The woman in the highwaters smiled. "The pleasure is all mine. I've wanted to shoot your photo for years. I'm glad I got my chance." Her slightly Scottish accent blended perfectly with her English one.

Rose smiled. "I hope I'll be a good model."

The other blonde smiled. She took her position and shouted to the staff that she was going to begin. Rose followed directions very well. She moved every which way Jodie told her to go. Rose liked her. She had an abundance of energy and was funny. Her outfit was colorful with her rainbow shirt, highwaters, suspenders and boots. She was quirky but also very kind. She gave her staff breaks and offered Rose water every ten minutes.

Typically, shoots can last a few hours. Jodie was efficient. She knew what she wanted. She had already mapped out her shots, so all Rose had to do was smile. They were done in one hour. Jodie's assistant handed a water bottle to Rose, who drank it greedily. Those hot lights sure made her thirsty!

When Rose returned to her dressing room, she saw she had a text. From Harold Saxon. She frowned.

What could he want?

She opened the message and read it.

Rose, can I see you?

She left it on read as she changed back into her clothes. She could hear the hustle and bustle of the staff outside the room. They were getting ready for the next shoot.

Her phone pinged twice. The first message was from John. She smiled.

I just wanted to say…hello. :)

She quickly replied with a hello. She was seeing him tonight as he and Clara put up their Christmas tree. They were planning a whole evening of it with pizza, movies; and she hoped, a huge make out session.

Ever since she and John made love that first time, she had not been able to get enough. His touch lit her on fire. Even a simple handholding had her libido spiking. Whenever she was with him, all she wanted to do was ride his very prominent dick.

Throwing her stuff in her bag, she thought back to last weekend when Clara walked in on them. She still laughed about it. Clara was so furious with them, but Rose knew it was all in good fun. She knew because Clara was still talking to her, just not about what happened.

That's fair. If I had a brother, I wouldn't want to know about his sex life either.

Just thinking about how passionate last weekend had been started getting her worked up. She paused in her movements and reflected.

Her favorite moment was actually their second time making love that night. She rode him. John had been aching for her on top, she suspected so he could get an eyeful of her breasts. But she didn't complain. His dick rubbing her walls in a different way felt so good. It clearly didn't take her long to explode when she was in that position. But John made sure she had had her fill of him before he was good and done.

Rose crossed her legs for a moment and shut her eyes. She was becoming addicted to sex and that wasn't a good thing. She loved John, so much, but really only thought about all the ways she could fuck him. She guessed that was normal in a new relationship.

After all, she told herself as she uncrossed her legs and reopened her eyes, we have years of sexual tension to catch up on. It's only natural that we would want to fuck each other's brains out each chance we get.

Before she could continue that line of thought, her phone beeped at her reminding her of that second message.

Harold Saxon again.

Rose, please answer me.

She rolled her eyes and left the dressing room. She had kept things friendly with him, but there was literally no reason why he would be contacting her. She put her phone in her pocket and said goodbye to Jodie and the rest of the staff.

Jodie bounded over with a big smile on her face. Rose definitely liked her. The other blonde pulled her into a hug.

"It's been SO fun," she said. Rose nodded, her chin against Jodie's shoulder. The photographer pulled back. "I hope we work together again."

"I'll contact Amy and see what she can arrange."

Jodie nodded and turned away, hearing her assistant call her. "Please do," she said looking back. She squeezed her hand. "Thank you, Rose. Have a great day."

Rose left the building and hailed a cab. Climbing into the back seats, she spouted off directions. She was going to surprise John at the office.

The city moved past her as she once again looked at her phone. Sighing, she replied to the text.

Hello Harold. How are you?

A minute went by and there was a response.

I've been dying to see you. I've missed you, Rose.

The blonde rolled her eyes at that. Harold literally did not care about her. She knew as well as he did that their "dating" was all a publicity stunt. John had encouraged her to go for it, grudgingly.

To which she was happy about. If she hadn't, he might not have finally revealed his feelings to her.

Why? We both know the reason why you wanted me with you.

Harold seemed like a nice guy, but she suspected there was something sinister about him. The fact he was trying to shut John's lab down was a big giveaway. And for what?

The phone pinged again.

Rose glanced up and didn't recognize the street they were on. She figured the taxi was providing a shortcut. After all, John's lab was on a prominent street. She looked back down at her phone.

I have some things we should discuss.

Rose raised an eyebrow at that.

Such as…? She typed back.

The phone showed read but no reply.

Rose wasn't concerned. She knew Harold was busy.

The next time she looked up from her phone, the cab was way off course. When she mentioned it to the driver, he remained silent.

"Excuse me?" she said.

He glanced at her but said nothing.

It was then Rose noticed the GPS wasn't even on. And she hadn't heard it this whole time.

The hairs on the back of her neck began to rise. Something wasn't right.

What's going on?

"I demand you pull over now."

The driver kept the car moving for another block or so. Rose reached for the door handle, but he had control of the locks. She began contemplating if she could break the windows.

Her phone beeped back. She glanced at it and gasped.

Your future.

She immediately left it on read and sent a text to John, letting him know something wasn't right and tried to give him directions. She turned her location on so he could track her.

The taxi pulled to a stop but the doors didn't unlock. Rose kept asking the driver what was going on and was continually met with silence.

Suddenly a person appeared by her window. When Rose saw who it was, she gasped loudly.

The driver unlocked the car and got out. Her door was swung open as he reached in and pulled her out. She fought and kicked him the entire time. She looked at the person in charge.

"Why?"

It was the last thing she asked before something hit her head and she blacked out.

"Take her inside."

The driver lifted Rose into a fireman's carry and began to advance on the building.

"And make sure to video her asking Dr. Smith for help."

"Yes, Dr. Song."

A/N: Thanks for reading!