Character/Pairing: Ten/Rose, with Jackie, Pete, Jake, Mickey, and others
Summary: AU "Doomsday." Trapped in Pete's World, Rose and the Doctor attempt to find their way back to the TARDIS while navigating Torchwood, meddling family members, and (as per usual) threats to humanity.
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Author's Notes: Thank you to kelkat9, timelord1, and who_in_whoville for all of the help with this chapter and pretty much the entire story. In case you missed it, I made a small edit to chapters 12 and 13, just for a continuity thing. If you care to read the explanation, click here.
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After spending the evening entwined in the Doctor’s arms, moving sensuously to the music together as the rest of the universe melted away, Rose felt ready to combust. The Doctor apparently felt the same. He’d alternated between whispering words of sweet devotion and dark, heated promises until Rose had been ready to pull him into a bathroom stall and have her wicked way with him. Instead, she’d whispered back how badly she wanted him and that he really needed to find them a cab.
Her six appletinis had made her bold, and she was blissfully unaware of the cab driver as she climbed in the Doctor’s lap and kissed him eagerly and thoroughly. Though she’d never seen him drink before, he’d knocked back several gin-and-tonics and Rose could tell they were affecting him. His kisses were sloppier than usual, his hands lacked their usual finesse, and his mouth was running a mile a minute when it wasn’t occupied with hers.
He groaned loudly when his hands wandered beneath her skirt and felt the expanse of skin where her knickers usually resided. His fingers gripped her briefly before he began to trace them gently along the edge of her thong underwear. The soft lace against her skin was incredibly stimulating, Rose couldn’t contain the little moans that were rising out of her throat.
“You are so sexy,” he murmured, tracing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. “So beautiful…I always want you. Not just for your mind…never just for that…I want your body, too, always…blimey, that sounded bad…I’m in quite a jumble…”
Rose chuckled and caught his lips once again. “I know what you meant.”
“Good,” he choked out as Rose nibbled his earlobe. “That feels good…everything about you and everything you do feels so good…your skin, your hair, when you move…” He gasped as she rotated her hips against his. “…just like that…”
“Hey, man,” the cab driver interrupted, glancing in his rearview mirror and giving the amorous pair a little grin. “You want me to take the long way back?”
Rose felt her face flush. She made a motion to climb off the Doctor’s lap now that driver had so rudely pierced their lusty little bubble. Instead, the Doctor gripped her hips, not allowing her to move as he leaned in and addressed the cabbie.
“Quick as you can, actually. And a big tip if you can make it less than ten minutes…”
The cab pulled up to the house in Brooklyn in nine minutes and thirty-seven seconds, all of that time the Doctor had spent whispering deliciously salacious things in her ear. She had absolutely no idea how she managed not to shag him rotten in the back of the taxi. By the time he shoved a fistful of cash at the cabbie and they stumbled into the street, Rose had already fused her lips to his while he dug in his pocket for the key. They stumbled into the foyer, Rose swearing colorfully into the Doctor’s mouth when her heel caught on a corner of the decorative area rug.
The Doctor muttered something unflattering about impractical footwear before scooping Rose into his arms bridal-style and hurrying up the stairs into their bedroom. He immediately set her on the edge of the bed before kneeling down and almost reverently slipping the precarious shoes off her feet. He tossed them somewhere behind him, but before she could playfully scold him on his treatment of fine footwear, he caught her in a gaze so intense that her breath caught.
He began to place gentle, fluttering kisses along the arch of her foot. Rose bit her lip, embarrassed at the loud moan that was threatening to escape with the gentle contact. He continued to trace his lips up her leg, dancing his tongue against the sensitive skin behind her knee before continuing on to her thigh. He coaxed them apart and Rose whimpered.
“Can’t believe we’ve never done this before,” he murmured against her skin. “I’ve thought about it…catching the scent of you and wondering what you would taste like…” He draped her legs over his shoulders and traced the barely-there lace of her underwear. He breathed in deeply and sighed. “You smell amazing when you’re aroused, Rose…like the peony fields of Amoculuous VII in full spring bloom…and I made you feel this way…” He glanced up at her, his face completely awestruck. “It’s…intoxicating…”
Rose moaned, his words having more of an effect on her than his gentle touch. “Doctor…please…”
“Do you want this, Rose?” he asked, still stroking her. “Do you want me to taste you? Make you come like this?” He tugged the tiny scrap of lace to the side and pressed his tongue teasingly against her center. She nearly bucked off the bed at the sensation, his cool tongue and the deep vibration of his own moan of satisfaction causing her to nearly come apart in an instant.
“God, yes…” she choked out, her hands moving to grip at his hair.
“You…are…amazing…” he breathed out between probes of his tongue. “You taste amazing…and you’re mine…”
“Say it,” he nearly growled, sliding a hand from her hip and dipping two fingers inside of her.
The groan he let out at her words was one of the most incredibly sexy sounds Rose had ever heard in her life. His fingers tightened on her hip and he began a voracious oral assault on her, Rose only able to collapse on the bed and hang on for dear life. He nibbled, sucked, and probed her delicate flesh, all the while murmuring lilting, musical words that Rose couldn’t make out.
“You’re so close,” he finally muttered in a low, gravelly voice, pressing kisses against her and making her squirm with want. “You’re making those lovely little sounds. Ohhhh, Rose, you don’t know what those sounds do to me…and the way you look…nothing is more beautiful than Rose Tyler coming…”
He paused briefly in his words to continue his ministrations, and Rose couldn’t hold back any longer. Heat coursed through her body as she gripped his hair and shattered, moaning out incoherent syllables as she pulsed and contracted around his questing fingers.
When she finally relaxed, her body going limp against the mattress, the Doctor was already stretching alongside her, watching her with wonder in his eyes. “That,” he whispered, nuzzling her nose. “Was…exquisite…”
“I’m gonna have to agree with you,” Rose panted, grabbing his face and pulling him in for a kiss, not minding the lingering taste of herself on his lips. She didn’t pull away until she draped a leg over his and felt the scratchy denim against her still-sensitive skin.
Rose giggled. The Doctor pulled out of the kiss and cocked an eyebrow.
“We’ve still got all our clothes on,” she muttered.
The Doctor grinned. “Not true. Your shoes are gone.”
Rose grinned back, pushing him up into a sitting position and kissing him gently. She pulled away and felt a new wave of heat course through her as she pushed the fine leather off his shoulders. She helped him pull his arms through the sleeves before giving him a saucy smile and tossing the gorgeous garment somewhere on the floor.
“I’ve wanted to do that for ages…” Rose whispered. She kissed him once more as she began slowly unbuttoning his Oxford before it eventually followed the same path of his jacket. His jeans were next, even though Rose hated to rid him of such a fine piece of clothing. She undid the brown belt and eased down the zip, loving the way his breath caught as she brushed against his erection more times than could be considered accidental.
She peeled the denim off his legs, taking his trainers and socks along with them. She discarded them quickly and rose from the floor, turning slightly to the side and gesturing to the side zip of her dress.
“Oh, yes,” he breathed, immediately moving to stand behind her, encouraging her arms to wrap around his neck. He located the zipper quickly, but took his time drawing it down her side, trailing his fingertips along after he exposed the skin inch by inch. Rose shivered. Their lovemaking over the past weeks had always burned with intensity and need, generally making short work of them both. As time went on and they were able to make love more frequently, it became less of a need and more of a want. The Doctor had become more playful, Rose had gotten bolder in her teasing, and they were finally able to indulge in the pure physical bliss that their couplings had in spades.
When the Doctor had finally brought down her zipper, he turned her around slowly so that they were facing one another. He pushed the silk off her shoulder, watching with great interest as it pooled around her feet and revealed her flesh-toned, lacy lingerie.
“These are lovely little pieces,” the Doctor murmured, kissing down her neck and down across her cleavage. Rose sighed and tilted her head back, surrendering to the feel of his lips on her skin. “Really I prefer what’s underneath…” She gasped as, with a simple twist of his fingers, her strapless bra followed the path of her dress to the floor.
“Oh, yes…” he breathed, bringing his hands up to cup her breasts tenderly. Rose closed her eyes against the onslaught of sensations that coursed through her. His lips moved to lavish attention on her nipple and Rose’s hands entwined in his hair seemingly of their own accord. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered once more the complete lack sticky grooming products, relishing in the silky-smooth strands running through her fingers.
The Doctor groaned and gazed up at her, his fingers replacing his mouth in his ministrations. The look of complete adoration and consuming lust he gave her made the slow burn of want turn into an inferno. She grabbed his face and tugged him to her, kissing him deeply and toppling them onto the bed.
Rose coaxed him up the bed until he was sitting against the headboard. She straddled his lap, pressing her core against his straining length, still encased in his well-fitting boxer briefs. She squirmed and he made a delightful little noise into her mouth, grasping onto her hips and groaning once again at the skin he encountered.
“You are so sexy…” he muttered once again, nibbling at her ear and coaxing her hips to move against his. “You look amazing in these little knickers…you look amazing in any knickers, or none at all…but these…” He traced his fingers all along the edge of the underwear, down through the cleft of her bum and into her core, causing Rose to cry out once more and buck hard against him. “…these are a particular breed. More like an afterthought, really, but I suppose they serve a purpose…almost sorry to see them go, but…”
As effortlessly as if he was ripping a piece of tissue paper, he tore the edges of her underwear and tossed the offending garment to the side. Rose whimpered into his mouth, too far gone in her own lust to give the likely expensive knickers a second thought. Instead, she moved down his body, tracing her lips all along his neck and down his torso, tugging his own underwear off. She took in his naked form, long and slim and magnificently aroused for her. She’d never gotten the chance to truly enjoy his body, the overwhelming need for him generally consuming all of her focus. Now, she could trace her fingers and lips anywhere she pleased, cataloging his reactions as she found new and unexpected erogenous zones.
When she looked up at him beneath her lashes, his eyes dark and his chest heaving, she couldn’t help placing a gentle, open-mouthed kiss to his erection.
The Doctor cried out, grasping onto her shoulders and pulling her back up his body, settling her over him as he devoured her mouth. He pushed inside of her and their latent connection flared to life once more, causing Rose to cry out against his mouth as his hands flew to grip her hips.
“Oh, Rose…” he mumbled, pressing their foreheads together as he coaxed her hips into a rhythm. “There’s nothing better than this…being inside of you, connected mentally, physically. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I’ve wanted you…”
“Yes,” she whispered, gasping as he hit a spot deep inside of her that nearly made her see stars. Impossibly, she felt an orgasm building with every stroke. Their link was pulsing hot, letting Rose know that he was close as well. She groaned and leaned back in for a deep kiss, tangling their tongues and swallowing his moan as his hips moved erratically against hers.
“No…” he suddenly protested, flipping them so quickly that Rose was left breathless. He hovered over her, looking down at her with so much lust and adoration that her heart threatened to leap out of her chest. “I’m not ready for this to be over yet. I want it to last…” He slowed his thrusts and Rose moaned in protest, moving her own hips against him. He hissed and stilled her motions, trailing kisses down her neck and letting the ardor between them cool, just a bit, easing her down gently from her impending orgasm.
He raised his head and met her gaze, his brown eyes warm as he brushed a damp lock of hair out of her face. “Hello,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her.
“Hello,” she breathed in response, trailing her hands soothingly up and down his back. Their link was flaring with emotion as they touched and kissed gently. Holding him to her, letting the warmth of their link wash over them, felt nearly as incredible as their lovemaking. A myriad of feelings bubbled up inside of her, and she couldn’t stop herself from speaking them aloud.
“I love you,” Rose choked out as she ran her fingers through his hair. “God, I love you so much. I never knew it could be like this…”
“I know,” he mumbled back, pressing a kiss to her forehead and beginning to move his hips once more against her. Rose gasped and clutched him more firmly. “God, you’re incredible. I don’t know what I would do without you…you’re…everything…” His voice hitched at the last word and he pressed his lips to hers, hips beginning to move harder. Rose gasped, the pressure climbing between them once more, spurned on by his jumbled words of love and devotion. The emotions passing through their link were nearly blinding in their intensity, and it was all Rose could do to simply clutch him to her and whisper her own feelings back to him.
“Never leave me, Rose,” he gasped out, pressing his face into her neck. “I can’t do this without you…can’t exist without you.”
“Never,” Rose promised, holding onto him for dear life as her orgasm approached. “Never leave you, Doctor. Love you so much…oh, God, I love you…”
The last three words were shouted as the world shattered around her. Every nerve ending in her body fired off deliciously as their link pulsed with heat and the Doctor cried out, pressing firmly against her as he reached completion.
He fell against her, panting, murmuring something incomprehensible against her neck. Rose simply wrapped him in her arms and held him close, trying to focus all of her emotions on that warm, pulsing spot in her mind where their link was resting contentedly. He gasped and pulled her tighter to him, rolling off to the side but gathering her into an embrace.
“You amazing creature,” he whispered in her ear, kissing the top of her head. “How…”
“What?” she mumbled, pressing slow, sleepy kisses to his chest and collarbone.
He chuckled a bit and pulled her impossibly tighter against him. “How, after everything I’ve done, did the universe see fit to give me you?”
“Because,” she replied, fighting sleep. “You’re wonderful…”
He snorted, stroking his fingertips up and down her arm. “Know what terrifies me?”
“That I could stay here,” he continued. “With you, forever, and be the happiest man on Earth. I say I don’t do domestic, but I crave it, if it means I have you.”
Rose swallowed against the lump in her throat. She met his warm gaze, her eyes filling with tears. Emotions bubbled in her chest, but she couldn’t find the words to describe them. Instead, she pulled him to her and kissed him, concentrating all of her remaining brain power on sending exactly how she felt for him through their link. He gasped into her mouth and cupped her cheek, kissing her like she’d never been kissed in her life.
When she finally had to pull away to breathe, she pressed her forehead to his. “I love you,” she told him, chuckling. “Now I know what you meant, about those words not being enough…”
“Bloody English language,” he teased. “Sleep now, love.”
“Okay…” Rose mumbled, yawning hugely and snuggling deeper into his embrace. The Doctor pulled the duvet up to cover them both, and Rose kissed his chest before allowing the soothing double beat of his hearts lull her to sleep.
Rose blinked awake, groaning at the piercing sunlight streaming through the window. It felt like each beam was a red-hot poker straight through her eyes to her brain. Her eyes felt sticky and heavy, undoubtedly because she hadn’t removed her make-up, instead drifting off into a deep post-coital-and-alcohol-fueled slumber without even thinking about her usual nightly routine.
She turned at the sound of the door to the bedroom opening. A grinning Doctor greeted her, carrying a glass of orange juice and a small bottle of pain pills. Rose was absolutely delighted to see he was back in his clothes from the night before.
“Good morning!” he chirped, moving to perch on the edge of the bed. He handed her the glass and tipped a few of the tiny brown tablets into her palm. “You’re a sight, my darling. Simple ravishing.”
Rose rolled her eyes as she chased the pills down with a huge gulp from her glass. “Yeah, ‘raccoon’ is so in this season.” She drained the rest of the juice and immediately snuggled back down into the pillows. “Don’t look so bad yourself. Those are lovely trousers.”
“As I seem to have misplaced my suit, these were my only option.”
“I like them.”
He grinned. “I suppose they’ll grow on me.”
Rose grinned back. ‘S not fair, you know. How come you’re not hung over? You had twice as much as me.”
“I can metabolize alcohol if I choose to,” he replied, stretching out alongside her and giving her a wide, happy grin. “I didn’t choose to until...well...after...”
Rose grinned back. “Sort of glad you did. Was amazing. Who knew getting you drunk would give you even more of a gob...”
“Just felt like the sorts of things one should share, really,” he added. He smoothed her wild hair away from her face. “You were beautiful...”
Her smile widened and she took his hand. “So were you.”
The Doctor chuckled. “I was randy. And chatty. And amorous...really the list goes on...”
“Didn’t hear me complaining,” she glanced down at her empty glass. “If we...make this permanent...will it be like this all the time? Just...wanting each other without the...” She floundered a bit for the right word.
“Angst?” the Doctor offered, grinning.
He rolled onto his back, tucking his hands behind his head and looking thoughtful. “You’re asking like I know what to expect. I can surmise, of course. Having your permanent presence would eliminate the need...well, the mental need I should say. The physical need, however,” he turned to her, eyes dark. “While that is relatively new to me, I shouldn’t think it will go away.”
“Well that’s a relief,” Rose teased.
“Indeed,” he growled, leaning over to capture her mouth in a kiss.
“Stop, stop!” she shrieked, laughing into his mouth and pounding her fists against his chest. “I haven’t even brushed my teeth! My mouth tastes like the floor of the club.”
“Mmmm...tastes like hepatitis and broken dignity,” he muttered, redoubling his efforts and climbing on top of her. She continued her half-hearted attempts at fighting him off, screeching with protests and laughter as, growling, he devoured her mouth and neck. He managed to pin her arms above her head and Rose stopped fighting at the look he suddenly gave her. His eyes were almost entirely black, his lips were parted, and his gaze was riveted on where the sheet had slipped down to her waist.
Rose arched towards him, straining against the hand that held her wrists. The Doctor growled in response and captured her lips with his.
There was a great deal more talking from that point on.
Later in the day, the team was standing in the theater basement, exchanging hugs and well-wishes with their friends. Most of the family had already boarded the ship, but Bast had stayed behind, thanking them all profusely for all they’d done. Rose was just giving him a hug when Jack bounded out of the ship.
“Well, the kids are all secure. Not happy about it, but secure.” Jack reached a hand out and Bast offered a paw. “Thank you, sir. For...everything.”
Rose looked between them, confused. “Jack, what...?”
“And you, Jack,” Bast offered, warmth and affection in his tone. “You will always have friends among us.”
“Hold on,” Rose interrupted. “Jack, you’re not going with them?”
“No,” he replied. “The Doctor and I had a talk with Bast here this morning. We even got your dad on the line. I’m going back to London and staying.”
“He’ll be an asset.” The Doctor had come up behind her and wrapped an arm casually around Rose’s waist. “Pete agreed. This way we’ll be able to offer protection should anyone from the Time Agency come calling.”
“The cloaking device on the ship is meant to last for hundreds of years,” Jack offered. “But just in case, they can come back and someone will be able to help.”
“Win-win, all around!” the Doctor added, grinning and reaching out his free hand to Bast. “Safe journey, sir. It was a pleasure to know you.”
“And you, Doctor. Blessings upon you and your mate,” he gestured to Rose, who smiled in response.
“Thank you,” Rose said, squeezing his paw once more before he turned and boarded the ship.
The Torchwood teams from London and New York watched as the ship rose a few feet in the cavernous room. Wheels dropped down like in an airplane, and a pair of nearly invisible cargo doors opened out into an alleyway. They watched the massive craft head towards the doors before they engaged the cloaking device, causing it to ripple and disappear before their eyes. They heard a loud roar as it presumably took off into the atmosphere.
The doors closed slowly, and the group glanced around at one another, sharing huge grins.
“And that’s how we do it at Torchwood N.Y.!” Agent James whooped, high-fiving a slightly more composed Agent George.
The rest of the team celebrated jovially, patting Jack on the back and welcoming him to the team. The Doctor gathered Rose into a hug.
“You are so brilliant,” he murmured, placing a kiss on her temple.
“Not so bad yourself.”
Rose glanced to to see Jack standing by them, looking vaguely uncomfortable. “I think I owe you an explanation...”
“I think we owe you one, too,” Rose replied.
The Doctor grinned. “I think I might know a place...”
A short time later, the three of them were sitting around a small deli table, each with a sandwich and crisps in front of them. None of them had taken a bite. The Doctor and Rose had spent the last half-hour telling Jack their story, and it seemed that he had completely forgotten about the pastrami on rye on the table.
“So you’re telling me,” he began slowly. “You’re from a parallel dimension? And you’re not...human?”
“I’m human,” Rose protested. “He’s the mad alien.”
The Doctor glanced over at her, one eyebrow raised.
“What?” Rose grinned. “Just wanted to clear that up.”
“And you’re sleeping with him!” Jack piped up, leaning in conspiratorially. “Come on, tell me...what’s it like?”
“Really, Jack?” the Doctor scoffed.
Rose turned her grin on Jack. “It’s...bloody fantastic, actually.”
“What’s he like?” Jack interrupted, leaning over the table and regarding Rose with great interest. “Does it have barbs? Tentacles?”
Rose laughed. “It’s perfect...”
“Oh, Rose! Really?”
“What?” Rose turned back to the Doctor and gripped his hand. “‘S nothing I wouldn’t have told Keisha or Shireen...”
“So this is how you talk about your boyfriends?” he asked. “Blimey, I feel like a piece of meat...”
“Grade A Prime Choice...” Jack offered, wagging his eyebrows.
“Oi! That’s my alien you’re talking about,” she replied teasingly.
“Can we get back to the issue at hand please?” the Doctor asked, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. “I believe you had something to share with us, Captain?”
“Oh, ruin our fun.” Jack winked at Rose. “Well, you know most of the story. Time Agency sent me back to the 21st Century. They said they’d detected an anomaly, that a species was developing too quickly and could severely alter the timelines.”
“Bast and his people?” Rose asked.
“His family,” Jack corrected. “Bast was in charge of the experiments.”
The Doctor furrowed his brow. “Let me guess...time travel?”
“Exactly.” Jack sat back in his seat. “I couldn’t do it. The agents had me undercover, posing as a stranded traveler. Bast took me in, he and his family cared for me, treated me like I was one of them even though I’m very obviously not.”
Rose smiled and reached a hand out to cover his. “Obviously.”
“I don’t understand,” the Doctor piped up. “Why have you go undercover? Why not just...deal with them and get it over with?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Jack sighed. “The agency wanted the technology, the experiments. I was supposed to get information before I...took care of the problem.” He looked up, eyes hard. “I guess you can imagine that didn’t sit well with me.”
“Obviously,” the Doctor offered. “So...you tipped them off and escaped?”
“The Agency can’t be far behind. They can trace me much easier than they can trace them, so we decided it was best to separate. Your dad agreed.” He turned to face Rose. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to put you guys in danger as well...”
“Don’t worry about that, we can take care of ourselves,” she offered, squeezing his hand.
“I’ve disabled trackers on your equipment,” the Doctor told him. “The scans didn’t show any in your body, but we’ll have to do another with more sensitive equipment once we get back to London. I’ll be able to disable them if there are any.” He leaned forward. “You’re safe, Captain. We won’t let anything happen to you or to Bast and his family.”
“That...means a lot, Doctor,” Jack said. “Listen, I’m going to get back to your place in Brooklyn, help them get their things together so we don’t miss the zeppelin. I’ll see you guys back in London.”
He patted Rose’s hand and shook the Doctor’s, thanking them once more before dropping a few American bills on the table and leaving the pair to their lunch. Rose took a large bite of her sandwich before something odd occurred to her. She turned back to the Doctor, her eyebrow raised.
“Why don’t you swallow down that tiger-sized bite and then we can chat?” The Doctor grinned at her.
Rose rolled her eyes but complied, swallowing her food and taking a long sip of iced tea before turning back to the Doctor. “What did Jack mean, he’ll see us back in London? Are we not going back with everyone else?”
“Hmmm?” the Doctor mumbled around his own food. He swallowed and fixed her with a grin. “Caught that, did you?”
“What are you planning, old man?” Rose teased, grabbing his hand and returning his smile.
“Well,” the Doctor began. “I may have spoken to your-Pete-about giving us a few extra days in the city. After all, you’ve been working so hard, and no one wants Jackie giving them grief about working her daughter to death...”
Rose laughed in delight. “You sneaky, sneaky man!”
“That’s me,” he told her. “What do you think, Rose Tyler? Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty, Metropolitan Museum of Art, carriage ride in Central Park?” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his side. “New York is at our beck and call. What do you think?”
Rather than answer, Rose pulled him in for a long, lingering kiss. Her smile was blinding when she pulled away. “How long have we got?”
“Well, Time Lord,” Rose teased. “I’ll leave the time management to you.”