A/N: For Bittie752 for being so gracious to a nasty Anon. Crack for ya honey and I hope it makes you smile. No beta on this one. VERY CRACKY GITF FIC
Rose paced the corridor in the alien ship not far from where the Doctor had recklessly ridden the horse, Arthur, through a mirror doorway to eighteenth century France to rescue the apparently helpless Madame Du Pompadour. It did not escape Rose that the purportedly intelligent and gifted Reinette could not be too smart since she required the Doctor to rescue her instead of figuring out how to save herself. She then snorted as she thought about the Doctor’s actions.
He was a prime example that being well learned didn’t equate to making smart or strategic decisions. Taking off on a horse through a time window leaving she and Mickey to face off against homicidal clockwork robots instead of taking the TARDIS was a prime example of how much he wasn’t using his alleged brilliant Time Lord brain. Of course, maybe it wasn’t his brain doing the thinking, she couldn’t help but mentally snip. The more she paced and pondered this, the more aggravated she became. She turned and looked at Mickey leaning against the TARDIS, nervously holding his gun, his eyes darting back and forth as if he expected a swarm of aliens to descend at anytime. Rose rolled her eyes and walked up to him.
“Oi, stop muckin’ about with that gun before ya shoot somethin’ off!” she chastised him.
I don't know what this will end up as, but it will probably get away from me rather quickly.Ask and you shall receive
I’ve been reading a couple of posts about people’s feelings regarding the Doctor’s Gallifreyan wife. I think people are putting way too much emphasis on that relationship. I can’t remember any instances in any Classic Who that I watched where he spent any amount of time talking about this wife who he left behind on Gallifrey. Most of the time, he treats Gallifrey and any obligations he has to his home planet as an annoyance. To me, it was sort of alleged that this mysterious wife was procured by an arranged marriage. Time Lords were scientists for he most part. With the exception of a few, they were fairly disciplined and not overtly emotional. Most did not marry for love. They married to improve political standing and for genetics.
If the Doctor, by chance, did marry for love then why leave her behind? Why never visit? Couldn’t be that much of a loving relationship considering he left her and given his flirting with Romana in his fourth incarnation.
What’s the basis for this alleged Gallifreyan wife love story thing coming from?
A/N: Story #3 in Dark!Ten Series. If you have not read Burn With Me or A Smoldering Storm you may be lost. PLEASE NOTE THIS IS VERY ADULT STORY! NSFW Hugs to roseandherdoctor (beta extraordinaire) and littlewhomouse who were there when I first plotted this story and helped me along the way. Also more hugs to Whoinwhoville, aintafraidanoghosts, timelord1 and the girls in chat who often have been moral support poked me when I needed it.
Previous Chapters: One
The Time War was brutal. More than just Time Lord and Daleks died and many more planets and aliens burned or suffered as a result. In the end, the final solution enacted by the Time Lords not only eliminated the Dalek threat and destroyed Gallifrey, it decimated dozens of other worlds, wiped out many other sentient and advanced species or crippled their civilizations. It was no secret to such maimed and suffering races who was to blame for their anguish and one name stood out among all others, the Doctor.
The Doctor had a reputation as a renegade, interstellar meddler, arrogant condescending know-it-all who interfered whether he was asked or not. He was the toppler of despots, inciter of revolutions, the Oncoming Storm, Ka Faraq Gatri, warrior, peace keeper and Lord of Time. He was hated, revered, beloved and despised. Those that survived the Time War at a cost to their civilization blamed him. Some had put a price on his head and others hunted him even if it instigated an interstellar incident or incurred the wrath of Gallifrey and the Time Lords. Some were too mad or mired in pain and despair to care. They hated him and wanted nothing more than to make him suffer.
I couldn’t believe this when I read the headline. I would understand if it was difficult to handle a rape case that happened several weeks previously, but the way the company and its counselors shut her down and blamed her for it is absolutely disgusting and abhorrent. Leaves a really bad taste in my mouth about this program: note that it was very difficult for her to report the rape at all.For friends and others currently in the program or planning to be, putting my best vibes your way and hoping you never have to go through something like this.It took a lot of strength for this person to report what happened to them even after everything they went through.Go to title link above for full piece, a lot of it is in excerpts here below. Again: TW for rape, and rape cultureI had heard about the Disney College Program from a few friends that had an amazing time working for the company and thought it would be better than nothing. Add the unlimited access to their theme parks, warm weather, and four extra months to figure out what to do with my life and it sounded pretty ideal.I was accepted into the program and arrived in mid-August. After a few days of orientation, I started work on Main Street U.S.A. in the Magic Kingdom.Three weeks into the program, I was raped by one of my co-workers.I don’t feel a desire to share every detail from that night, but I’ll give you the bare bones: He and I went to a party together, we went back to his apartment later, and I said “no,” but he wouldn’t stop.For two months I kept everything that happened that night to myself. I told my roommates that things went fine and I had a good night. I didn’t know how to feel about what happened. In the beginning, I told myself it was a misunderstanding; maybe he hadn’t heard me. I blamed myself; I should have yelled louder. I should have pushed harder. I should have punched him and ran out of the room. I always thought that if I was ever raped I would beat the guy up. Does that mean I wasn’t raped?I finally decided to talk to someone after the first time I ran into him outside of work. He showed up at my friend’s Halloween party dressed as the Phantom of the Opera, which made seeing him that much more unnerving. I spent the rest of the night watching him hit on girls, worrying, and wondering whether or not I should tell my co-workers what happened.I made an appointment to see one of the counselors in Disney’s Employee Assistance Program. I tried to be optimistic.Of course they’ll listen to me. It’s Disney, a company built on childhood innocence and happiness. Wouldn’t they want to fire an accused rapist immediately? (Spoiler Alert: No.)I recounted everything that happened that night while the counselor stayed silent and seemed at least mildly sympathetic. When I told her we had been drinking, her face changed from “concerned” to “you made a mistake.” Still, I told her, I said “no” the entire time and he never listened.The first thing she said to me was “Well, now you know not to be hanging around boys in the middle of the night. You know what they want.”Take a few seconds and re-read that. Now let’s unpack it.A certified counselor was insinuating that it was my fault that my coworker decided to rape me — as if I should have known better than to interact with any man after dark. Not only that, but she was advising me to approach every interaction with a man as if he is a potential rapist, including every man that works at Disney World. If I react to a man with anything less than hostility after sundown, whatever happens is my fault.I told her that “no” means “no” whether it’s day or night. That was apparently too radical an idea for her, as she said nothing in reply. She continued to make excuses for my rapist.
Why the hell doesn’t this have more notes?? I am appalled by the behavior of the people involved. Where the fuck did the counselor get accredited? Because they need to be stripped of any degree they hold (if they do at all). Let’s not even get into the head of human resources.
WHY are we still blaming the victim for being rape? I just… ARG. It’s too early, I haven’t slept and have barely any coherency left, but this needs to be spread worldwide. I was stunned at first, but not surprised. Disney is first and foremost still a company and this has, and will unfortunately, continue to happen in any company.
Rape needs to stop being normalized and idiotic people need to wake up and stop blaming the victim.
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The Doctor’s head was pounding as he struggled to sit up. Taking in his surroundings, he realized her was in a jail cell… again. The last thing he remembered was trying to take Rose to see Ian Drury. How had he gotten here? More importantly, where was Rose?
He tried to push himself to his feet, but his limbs felt heavy and his forearm burned. His sleeve was halfway rolled up in an attempt to find the cause of the pain when a shockingly familiar voice caused him to pause.
“You ok, boss?” Mickey asked. “You’ve been passed out for a while now. Shouldn’t have resisted arrest, but at least you didn’t feel it when they did this.” Mickey held up his arm to show a fresh tattoo. Well, more of a branding. “Burned like hell, this did. The TARDIS aint translatin’ the words, though. Not sure why.”
The Doctor, on the other hand, could read the words without the translation circuits and had no doubt as to why his ship wasn’t translating them. Both of their arms read Property of Rose M. Tyler.Although the Doctor’s included a symbol that marked him as her alpha mate, a not so small part of him preened at that.
He rubbed the back of his neck as Mickey helped him to a nearby stool. Why was Mickey here anyway? Judging from the language on the tattoo this definitely wasn’t Earth. Had Rose asked if Mickey could come? He couldn’t remember, and it was bothering him.
The Doctor was just about to ask Mickey what was going on when Rose’s voice came from the other side of the bars. “You two really shouldn’t wander off on a matriarchal planet without your mistress or your shackles.”
Relief flooded him and the Doctor looked up to see her grinning like mad and dangling two pairs of golden handcuffs from her wrists. A smile tugged at his lips. There was something enthralling about seeing her coming to his rescue, and something titillating about seeing her with handcuffs. Not that simply seeing Rose smile at him like that wasn’t enough to make his hearts race on its own, because it most definitely was.
“And next time, you should just go quietly. The fines for concubines resisting arrest are pretty hefty.” Rose had attached the golden cuffs to both his and Mickey’s wrists and started to lead them back to the TARDIS. “Good thing I had an unlimited credit stick and the psychic paper.”
The Doctor stopped them before they could leave the cell. “Rose, this is going to sound a bit daft, but where are we?”
“Amazonia Prime,” Rose replied, giving him a quizzical look. “You alright?”
“He resisted arrest, and they sprayed him with this stuff to knock him out,” Mickey supplied while adjusting the cuff on his wrist. “The Doctor was out for about an hour.”
“And now you don’t remember where we are?” Rose scrunched her nose and studied his eyes. “What’s the last thing you do remember?”
The Doctor momentarily closed his eyes, trying to force the memories to come back. “I was taking you to see Ian Drury,” he answered reluctantly. “How long ago was that?”
“Blimey,” Rose said, letting out a slow breath. “Bout two months ago, I think. Mickey’s been with us, what? Three weeks, Micks?”
“Bout that, yeah,” Mickey confirmed.
“So you don’t remember Queen Victoria and the Werewolf? Sarah Jane and the Krillitains?” Rose probed.
“Sarah Jane? My Sarah Jane?” the Doctor asked, smiling and noticed that Rose momentarily tensed. “Wish I did, but nope.”
“So you don’t remember the spaceship and 18th Century…” Mickey started to ask a question, but Rose pulled hard on the chain attached to his wrist. She shook her head and sent him a cold look. Obviously something had happened that she didn’t want Mickey to talk about. “I mean, you don’t remember me traveling with you at all?”
“No, I don’t remember any of it,” the Doctor replied. “Sounds like it would have been brilliant. Except maybe the part where Mickey came aboard; that sounds a bit rubbish.”
Rose rolled her eyes, and Mickey gave him a glare.
“Right, so do you think that whatever they sprayed you with might have caused this?” Rose asked, raising her left hand, the hand currently attached to the Doctor’s, to brush a strand of hair out of her eyes. The Doctor jerked forward at the tugging on his wrist. His right hand crashed clumsily into Rose’s chest.
Mickey sniggered. “Any excuse to cop a feel, eh, boss? Although I think that ship has sailed.”
The Doctor spluttered and removed his hand, but not before memorizing the feel of her breast beneath his hand. Oh, how he’d like to feel that again. Preferably not on accident and when he and Rose were alone. Things had been heating up between them, as far as he could remember anyway. It seemed that they were closing in on the inevitable. Wouldn’t it be brilliant if they had already crossed that line?
“Alright, Doctor,” Rose said, breaking him from his thoughts. “So this spray could have caused this, yeah?”
“Possibly,” he agreed and beamed proudly at her. That was his Rose, always putting the pieces together.
Rose started walking towards the door, pulling the two men behind her. “It’s a start. Come on and let me do the talking, Doctor. You really don’t want to know what the punishment is for a second offence.”
He opened his mouth to speak but then thought better of it. On these types of planets, punishments could be both painful and humiliating. Instinctively he grabbed Rose’s hand, entwining their fingers. Beside him, Rose stiffened and dropped his hand. Confused, he reached for her again, but she shoved her hand in her pocket.
Public handholding between a mistress and a concubine must be forbidden on this planet, he thought. Still, his fingers itched to hold hers. He fell into step a few paces behind Rose and let her lead them down the corridor to an office.
There was a pretty young woman sitting behind the desk; she was wearing a tight black leather outfit and had her own male cuffed to her wrist. Except that her cuffs were silver, probably meaning that Rose was technically of a higher class.
“Eyes down,” Rose snapped, pulling on the cuffs. “And sit.”
It was normally against his nature to listen to commands but when it was Rose doing the commanding, he felt willing to comply.
“It looks like you have gotten your property under control,” the guard said with a smirk. “They just need a firmer hand. I could show you a technique…”
“They are perfectly under my control now,” Rose said, cutting the woman off. “I like them a little feisty.” Rose ran her fingers through the Doctor’s hair, and he had to bite his lip to stifle a moan.
The guard smirked. “They both do seem to be excellent breeding stock. If you have grown tired of one of them, perhaps we could work out a trade?”
“Tempting,” Rose replied, tugging on the Doctor’s hair. “But I will have to decline; they haven’t yet outlived their usefulness.”
The guard sighed. “Pity, the darker one would have been so much fun.” Mickey chuckled at that, and Rose jerked on his chain and shook her head.
“I was about to be off, but it seems that my alpha has had an adverse reaction to the chemicals you used to subdue him. Experiencing a bit of memory loss and I’d like to test it to make sure it won’t affect him in other areas.”
The other woman’s brow furrowed. “It’s an all-natural solution, made from several plants grown in our arboretum. Perfectly harmless to human males.”
“Ah, but he’s not human,” Rose retorted. “So if I could have a sample to analyze?”
“An alien concubine? How extraordinary.” Her lips twitched. “Had I but known he was alien, you might not have gotten him back.” She reached her uncuffed hand out to touch the Doctor.
Rose grabbed her wrist, inadvertently pulling the Doctor forward. “Are you trying to make an unlawful claim on my property? Trying to do such a thing to someone like me would mean an immediate death sentence and seizure of all of your property.” Tightening her grip on the woman, Rose growled. “Is that what’s happening here?”
The Doctor had to bite his lip to keep the grin off his face. It was incredible how much his Rose taking charge affected him. His affection for his pink and yellow girl was growing by the second.
“No,” the guard stammered, wrenching her arm from Rose’s grip. “Apologizes, I didn’t mean to insinuate…”
“I think that is exactly what you meant.” Rose’s jaw clenched. “But I would be willing to overlook it, if you give me a sample of the spray.”
The woman agreed and a moment later she and her slave left the room to get Rose what she had requested. Once the three of them were alone, Mickey chuckled. “Not gonna lie, babe, that was hot. You being all bossy? I liked it.”
The Doctor felt a wave of anger at Mickey’s comments, hating that the idiot was flirting with his companion. Rose just rolled her eyes instead of flirting back. “I hate it when women like that act like they’re better than me.”
“Quite right,” the Doctor chimed in. “Rose, you are simply the best. I know I’ve told you that before but it still holds true.” He gave her his best grin and expected her to give him her tongue in teeth smile.
She didn’t. In fact, she turned away from him and stared at the wall. Was she uncomfortable because Mickey was here? She never had been before. The Doctor was about to ask her if something was wrong when the guard returned. She pressed the can of spray into Rose’s hand, and the three time travelers started back towards the TARDIS.
Once they were on the outskirts of the city, the Doctor tried to take Rose’s hand again. He felt relief fill him as their fingers entwined. A moment later, Rose looked down at their hands and then back up at him. She shook her head and pulled her hand away, pushing it into her pocket.
Something was definitely off with Rose. The Doctor tried to push his brain to remember the last few months, tried to remember why Rose would be like this. Soon they were back at the TARDIS and the Doctor quickly unlocked the door and the three of hurried inside.
Rose reached over and pressed her thumb onto the cuff attached to both Mickey and the Doctor’s wrists.
“You were brilliant today,” the Doctor said, looking up at Rose. He tried to pull her into a hug but she skittered away.
“Thanks.” She bit her lip and closed her eyes as if she was in deep concentration. A moment later her eyes snapped open. “Oh, wait.” Rummaging in her pocket, she pulled out the spray and handed it over. “This is for you. Go do your science stuff. I’m gonna make some tea. Let me know if you find anything that I need to know.”
Without waiting for him to reply, Rose hurried out of the console room. Mickey chuckled and the Doctor rounded on him, tired of his cavalier attitude. “What is so funny?”
“It’s just that the next few days are gonna be interesting between the two of you.” Mickey laughed again. “At least before you knew what you’d done to upset her.”
“And what’s that’s supposed to mean?” the Doctor demanded.
“That’s between you and the missus, boss. Not that she’s still your missus, Rose may be more of an ex now, for both of us. I don’t get in the middle of your domestics,” Mickey retorted. “Although she seems to be lightening up a bit. It may be your chance to get back in her good graces. I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to woo her back. Shoulda tried for a bit more romance.”
The Doctor spluttered for a moment before finally managing to form coherent words. “Rose and I aren’t like that. At least not that I remember. Besides I thought that you and her were…” He waved a hand around not wanting to say aloud that Rose and Mickey were in fact the couple out of the three of them.
“That was over a long time ago, mate. Not that you ever really took notice before.” Mickey shook his head. “Long before you became this you.” He held up his arm and pointed to the tattooed branding. “Is this permanent, or can you get rid of it? Don’t really need the ex’s name in some alien language tattooed on my arm. It might hurt my game.” Mickey paused. “That’s what this is, right?”
The Doctor rolled his eyes. “Yep. Come on, I got something that’ll take care of that. There might be a slight burning sensation. Weeelll, when I say might, I mean definitely will be, and when I say slight, I mean very, very painful. Oh, and there will be some large pustules, don’t want to pop those. Might cause a massive infection, possibly the loss of a limb and that would seriously affect your ‘game’.”
It was the Doctor’s turn to laugh at the petrified look on Mickey the Idiot’s face.