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Story: The Lady in the Fireplace
Author: Melinda Kitty![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Reinette, King of France and (eventually) Ninth Doctor
Rated: oh, so Adult for slash, bisexuality, mature content, language, abuse of REALLY good champagne, and lots and lots of sex (multiple pairings/groupings)
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, 'cause if I did, Rose would be more BadWolf and less Angst, Ten would post a sign on the door sayin' "If the TARDIS is a rockin', don't come a knockin'", and half of their adventures through time and space would consist of finding new and unusual places to have a juicy shag.
Spoilers: AU, DURING "The Girl in the Fireplace". If you haven't seen the first three series of Doctor Who, you WILL be spoilered. I like to mess with canon. And you have my word that -- despite how this starts -- I'm a passionate Rose/Ten shipper.
Summary: OTP Rose/Ten with a lot of interesting liaisons along the way. So what exactly DID Ten do in Versailles? This French farce will have love, drama, sex, and eventually as close to a happy ending as I can manage. Be forewarned, though, I may take you places that would make RTD's head explode.
On with the show:
In which Ten’s plan begins to work and he gets some of his stuff back. And Rose gets to go home. And Nine thinks the whole thing is insane.
You knew I had to do it.
The Doctor nips at Rose’s lips. Reluctantly pulls away. “C’mon.” He grins. “I can’t wait to see the look on my face.”
She laughs in spite of herself. Catches his hand. Lets him pull her out the door. With every step, the seam of her jeans rubs slightly against her groin. (It’s so good to be her.)
“A few ground rules,” he says as they head around the corner of a Docklands street. “I can help you in the heat of the moment, but can you keep the Bad Wolf under wraps the rest of the time?”
“Should be able to, I think,” she says. “I’ll try.”
He nods. “No clues about the future.”
She rolls her eyes at him. “Not stupid, thanks.”
“I know,” he says. “But I had to say it to make it official. And this little ménage has to be the only time. It’s madness to try this once. We’d be idiots to attempt it a second time.”
“Fair enough.” Her stomach flutters with a feeling somewhere between stark terror and complete arousal. The seam of her jeans is terribly distracting in a good way. “You sure you know what you’re doing?”
“No.” He grins. “Fantastic, isn’t it?”
And there it is. The blue box. “Police” on the side. Last time they parked it there, she’d gone out for milk and some supplies. The Doctor didn’t come with her because he hated shopping so much and she didn’t feel like arguing him into it. (She always thought it weird that he’d fight so hard for a planet of people who seemed to annoy him so much.) And when she came back, he acted so strange and distant for days, like something had happened that he couldn’t or wouldn’t tell her about. But he didn’t tell her about so many things that she just chalked it up to him being his usual brooding self. And it was never quite the same between the two of them. Still fun, but there was always this secret...
“You sure this is going to work?” she says.
“No.” The Doctor laces his fingers with hers. “But that’s not going to stop me.” He pauses. Blinks.
“What?”
“New memory.” He grins slowly. “The sneaky bastard...” He glances at her. “You remember what I told you about the memories of the other regenerations?”
She nods. “Sort of like watching video of someone else’s life?” She shifts slightly just to feel the sweet slide of fabric between her legs.
He nods too. “Well, it seems the last regeneration misplaced several reels. On purpose.” His grin widens. “Sneaky, sneaky bastard!” His eyes move as if he’s watching or reading something only he can see. “Usually everything comes through relatively intact, but...” He nods again. “Well done, you. I’ll have to compliment you when I see you.”
“Hello?” Rose digs her nails into the back of his hand. Waves a hand in front of his face. “Not making sense.”
The Doctor starts as if he’d forgotten for a moment she was there. “Oh. Right. The future’s changing, Rose. Some events are still fixed, but... It’s complicated.”
“I’m listening,” she says. The world shivers slightly around them, resonating with the divergence. It scares her a little how easy it is to sense. If she reached out right now, she’d be able to... But she’s not quite sure she wants to know. (Not yet, anyway.)
“It’s really complicated.” He sounds... delighted? He’s certainly grinning like a little boy who got just what he wanted for Christmas. “And I have no idea what’s going to happen.”
Without warning, the Doctor kisses her fiercely. Heat sizzles through her. She presses her body against his. Devours his mouth. Rakes her nails down the smooth fabric of his coat.
“Thank you,” he says when they part.
“You realize you’re insane,” she says.
He nods, more enthusiastic than ever. “Do you know what a gift it is not to know what’s going to happen? I’ve been everywhere. Everywhen. Seen so much stuff. It’s been ages since I experienced anything truly new!” He laughs, delighted.
She must’ve missed something. “So you’re excited because you don’t know what’s going to happen?”
“Exactly!” He snogs her again. “I’m ecstatic because I haven’t even the slightest idea what’s going to happen!” He seizes her hand. Kisses it. “Adventure!”
“You’ve gone round the twist.” But she’s grinning.
“I know!” He waggles his eyebrows at her. “Wanna come?”
She takes his hand. Giggling like silly schoolchildren, they head for the other TARDIS.
He raps on the door. “Doctor!”
She can’t stop giggling no matter how hard she tries. She’s not even entirely sure what’s so funny. He does that to her sometimes.
No reply from inside the TARDIS.
The Doctor scowls, then his face lightens as he remembers. “That’s right. Had to get the special couplings from the third storage room on the...” He fumbles in his pocket. “Didn’t hear the door.”
She takes the TARDIS key from her pocket. Hands it to him.
He smiles. Grins. Unlocks the door and lets them in.
“Hello!” he carols. “Doctor!” He does a snotty accent. “I say, are you in here?”
The giggle stifles in her throat. She pauses just inside the door. Breathes the slightly foetid air. The new Doctor keeps a tidier house than the old one. This place stinks of mildew and fried circuitry and metal bits and God only knows what from a thousand different worlds. If memory serves, she spent whole weeks laid up in bed with half a dozen different viruses before she built up decent immunity to the TARDIS.
Home. It reeks like home.
“Hellooooooooooooooooooo,” the Doctor carols in a tuneful falsetto. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!”
And that’s when the other Doctor, sonic screwdriver poised and ready to blast, comes through the doorway. “Who the hell are... Rose?”
She knew she’d feel it when she saw him again, she just wasn’t ready for the way the first look kicks her in the gut. She can’t breathe. Her hands fly to her mouth. She fumbles behind her for the wall. Some support. Something. She’s going to faint. “Doctor!”
“Rose!” Both of them take a step forward. Glare at each other.
The new Doctor shakes his head. “This won’t work at all. We can’t both pipe up every time she says ‘Doctor’.”
The other glares at him. “And who the hell are...?” Then he realizes.
The look on his face IS priceless. In all the time she travelled with him, she’s never seen him so flabbergasted. “Have you completely LOST your MIND?!”
The new Doctor grins. “Yup. And let’s see. You’re the ninth. I’m the tenth. For ease, let’s call you Nine and me Ten.” He glances at her. “All right with you, Rose?”
Speechless, she nods. The Doctor actually made it here. She’s really back. The other Doctor is alive again.
The Doctor -- Nine, he (the tenth one) said to call him Nine -- is about to grab Ten by the lapels. Thinks better of it. “Have you COMPLETELY LOST YOUR MIND?”
Ten just grins.
Nine sniffs the air. Sniffs at Ten. “Good God, man! What’ve you been doing?” His eyes narrow. “You took advantage, didn’t you? Never take advantage! Don’t Get Overly Involved. It’s a rule for a reason--” he glances at Rose “--or have I become completely stupid in the future?”
“I didn’t take advantage,” says Ten, slightly peevish. He glances at her too. A whole new kind of flutter seizes her at having both of them look at her at the same time. “Well. I didn’t mean to, but she kind of tied me down and took me. But that’s beside the point.”
“She did what?” Nine looks like he can’t decide whether to be outraged or intrigued.
Ten grins. “Oh, you’re really going to like being me.” He reaches out to take Nine’s arm. Thinks better of it. Motions him to come over for a private conversation.
Nine looks to her, uncertain. Keeps the sonic screwdriver trained on Ten.
She nods. “‘S all right, Doctor.” She jerks her chin at Ten. “Talk to him.”
Nine doesn’t look entirely convinced, but he does put away the sonic screwdriver. Stands aside with Ten, careful not to touch him.
She can’t take her eyes off them. The pair of them. Both. In the same room. At the same time. Ooooooooh, the Doctor really knows how to push her buttons, don’t he?
The two Doctors converse in low voices, Ten cajoling, Nine in a heated whisper.
“ARE YOU INSANE?” Nine hisses. “Even not figuring paradox. Even if your calculations aren’t a complete load of bollocks -- which they most certainly are -- d’you know what they’d do back on Gallifrey if they find out that you...?” He trails off, thinking.
Ten’s grin only widens. “Told you I was brilliant.” He sobers. “But there’s a price. When we get back, you don’t touch her, you don’t kiss her, and you sure as hell don’t tell her how you feel. I feel. We feel... Whatever.” He gives a sobering glare. “And you forget this ever happened. And I don’t mean you don’t think about it, I mean you literally forget this ever happened. Not sure how you did it the last time, but I assume you’ll think of something because if you don’t, you’ll never get to be me and TRUST ME when I tell you, you want to be me.”
Nine looks at her. She remembers him being so stoic that it’s almost painful to watch the emotions flicker across his face. Desire. Fear. Uncertainty. Indecision. Even a bit of lust. (Fancy that one, she does. Gets her right between the legs again.)
He glares at Ten. “You’ll owe me for this.”
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Author: Melinda Kitty
melindakittyCharacters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Reinette, King of France and (eventually) Ninth Doctor
Rated: oh, so Adult for slash, bisexuality, mature content, language, abuse of REALLY good champagne, and lots and lots of sex (multiple pairings/groupings)
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, 'cause if I did, Rose would be more BadWolf and less Angst, Ten would post a sign on the door sayin' "If the TARDIS is a rockin', don't come a knockin'", and half of their adventures through time and space would consist of finding new and unusual places to have a juicy shag.
Spoilers: AU, DURING "The Girl in the Fireplace". If you haven't seen the first three series of Doctor Who, you WILL be spoilered. I like to mess with canon. And you have my word that -- despite how this starts -- I'm a passionate Rose/Ten shipper.
Summary: OTP Rose/Ten with a lot of interesting liaisons along the way. So what exactly DID Ten do in Versailles? This French farce will have love, drama, sex, and eventually as close to a happy ending as I can manage. Be forewarned, though, I may take you places that would make RTD's head explode.
On with the show:
In which Ten’s plan begins to work and he gets some of his stuff back. And Rose gets to go home. And Nine thinks the whole thing is insane.
You knew I had to do it.
The Doctor nips at Rose’s lips. Reluctantly pulls away. “C’mon.” He grins. “I can’t wait to see the look on my face.”
She laughs in spite of herself. Catches his hand. Lets him pull her out the door. With every step, the seam of her jeans rubs slightly against her groin. (It’s so good to be her.)
“A few ground rules,” he says as they head around the corner of a Docklands street. “I can help you in the heat of the moment, but can you keep the Bad Wolf under wraps the rest of the time?”
“Should be able to, I think,” she says. “I’ll try.”
He nods. “No clues about the future.”
She rolls her eyes at him. “Not stupid, thanks.”
“I know,” he says. “But I had to say it to make it official. And this little ménage has to be the only time. It’s madness to try this once. We’d be idiots to attempt it a second time.”
“Fair enough.” Her stomach flutters with a feeling somewhere between stark terror and complete arousal. The seam of her jeans is terribly distracting in a good way. “You sure you know what you’re doing?”
“No.” He grins. “Fantastic, isn’t it?”
And there it is. The blue box. “Police” on the side. Last time they parked it there, she’d gone out for milk and some supplies. The Doctor didn’t come with her because he hated shopping so much and she didn’t feel like arguing him into it. (She always thought it weird that he’d fight so hard for a planet of people who seemed to annoy him so much.) And when she came back, he acted so strange and distant for days, like something had happened that he couldn’t or wouldn’t tell her about. But he didn’t tell her about so many things that she just chalked it up to him being his usual brooding self. And it was never quite the same between the two of them. Still fun, but there was always this secret...
“You sure this is going to work?” she says.
“No.” The Doctor laces his fingers with hers. “But that’s not going to stop me.” He pauses. Blinks.
“What?”
“New memory.” He grins slowly. “The sneaky bastard...” He glances at her. “You remember what I told you about the memories of the other regenerations?”
She nods. “Sort of like watching video of someone else’s life?” She shifts slightly just to feel the sweet slide of fabric between her legs.
He nods too. “Well, it seems the last regeneration misplaced several reels. On purpose.” His grin widens. “Sneaky, sneaky bastard!” His eyes move as if he’s watching or reading something only he can see. “Usually everything comes through relatively intact, but...” He nods again. “Well done, you. I’ll have to compliment you when I see you.”
“Hello?” Rose digs her nails into the back of his hand. Waves a hand in front of his face. “Not making sense.”
The Doctor starts as if he’d forgotten for a moment she was there. “Oh. Right. The future’s changing, Rose. Some events are still fixed, but... It’s complicated.”
“I’m listening,” she says. The world shivers slightly around them, resonating with the divergence. It scares her a little how easy it is to sense. If she reached out right now, she’d be able to... But she’s not quite sure she wants to know. (Not yet, anyway.)
“It’s really complicated.” He sounds... delighted? He’s certainly grinning like a little boy who got just what he wanted for Christmas. “And I have no idea what’s going to happen.”
Without warning, the Doctor kisses her fiercely. Heat sizzles through her. She presses her body against his. Devours his mouth. Rakes her nails down the smooth fabric of his coat.
“Thank you,” he says when they part.
“You realize you’re insane,” she says.
He nods, more enthusiastic than ever. “Do you know what a gift it is not to know what’s going to happen? I’ve been everywhere. Everywhen. Seen so much stuff. It’s been ages since I experienced anything truly new!” He laughs, delighted.
She must’ve missed something. “So you’re excited because you don’t know what’s going to happen?”
“Exactly!” He snogs her again. “I’m ecstatic because I haven’t even the slightest idea what’s going to happen!” He seizes her hand. Kisses it. “Adventure!”
“You’ve gone round the twist.” But she’s grinning.
“I know!” He waggles his eyebrows at her. “Wanna come?”
She takes his hand. Giggling like silly schoolchildren, they head for the other TARDIS.
He raps on the door. “Doctor!”
She can’t stop giggling no matter how hard she tries. She’s not even entirely sure what’s so funny. He does that to her sometimes.
No reply from inside the TARDIS.
The Doctor scowls, then his face lightens as he remembers. “That’s right. Had to get the special couplings from the third storage room on the...” He fumbles in his pocket. “Didn’t hear the door.”
She takes the TARDIS key from her pocket. Hands it to him.
He smiles. Grins. Unlocks the door and lets them in.
“Hello!” he carols. “Doctor!” He does a snotty accent. “I say, are you in here?”
The giggle stifles in her throat. She pauses just inside the door. Breathes the slightly foetid air. The new Doctor keeps a tidier house than the old one. This place stinks of mildew and fried circuitry and metal bits and God only knows what from a thousand different worlds. If memory serves, she spent whole weeks laid up in bed with half a dozen different viruses before she built up decent immunity to the TARDIS.
Home. It reeks like home.
“Hellooooooooooooooooooo,” the Doctor carols in a tuneful falsetto. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!”
And that’s when the other Doctor, sonic screwdriver poised and ready to blast, comes through the doorway. “Who the hell are... Rose?”
She knew she’d feel it when she saw him again, she just wasn’t ready for the way the first look kicks her in the gut. She can’t breathe. Her hands fly to her mouth. She fumbles behind her for the wall. Some support. Something. She’s going to faint. “Doctor!”
“Rose!” Both of them take a step forward. Glare at each other.
The new Doctor shakes his head. “This won’t work at all. We can’t both pipe up every time she says ‘Doctor’.”
The other glares at him. “And who the hell are...?” Then he realizes.
The look on his face IS priceless. In all the time she travelled with him, she’s never seen him so flabbergasted. “Have you completely LOST your MIND?!”
The new Doctor grins. “Yup. And let’s see. You’re the ninth. I’m the tenth. For ease, let’s call you Nine and me Ten.” He glances at her. “All right with you, Rose?”
Speechless, she nods. The Doctor actually made it here. She’s really back. The other Doctor is alive again.
The Doctor -- Nine, he (the tenth one) said to call him Nine -- is about to grab Ten by the lapels. Thinks better of it. “Have you COMPLETELY LOST YOUR MIND?”
Ten just grins.
Nine sniffs the air. Sniffs at Ten. “Good God, man! What’ve you been doing?” His eyes narrow. “You took advantage, didn’t you? Never take advantage! Don’t Get Overly Involved. It’s a rule for a reason--” he glances at Rose “--or have I become completely stupid in the future?”
“I didn’t take advantage,” says Ten, slightly peevish. He glances at her too. A whole new kind of flutter seizes her at having both of them look at her at the same time. “Well. I didn’t mean to, but she kind of tied me down and took me. But that’s beside the point.”
“She did what?” Nine looks like he can’t decide whether to be outraged or intrigued.
Ten grins. “Oh, you’re really going to like being me.” He reaches out to take Nine’s arm. Thinks better of it. Motions him to come over for a private conversation.
Nine looks to her, uncertain. Keeps the sonic screwdriver trained on Ten.
She nods. “‘S all right, Doctor.” She jerks her chin at Ten. “Talk to him.”
Nine doesn’t look entirely convinced, but he does put away the sonic screwdriver. Stands aside with Ten, careful not to touch him.
She can’t take her eyes off them. The pair of them. Both. In the same room. At the same time. Ooooooooh, the Doctor really knows how to push her buttons, don’t he?
The two Doctors converse in low voices, Ten cajoling, Nine in a heated whisper.
“ARE YOU INSANE?” Nine hisses. “Even not figuring paradox. Even if your calculations aren’t a complete load of bollocks -- which they most certainly are -- d’you know what they’d do back on Gallifrey if they find out that you...?” He trails off, thinking.
Ten’s grin only widens. “Told you I was brilliant.” He sobers. “But there’s a price. When we get back, you don’t touch her, you don’t kiss her, and you sure as hell don’t tell her how you feel. I feel. We feel... Whatever.” He gives a sobering glare. “And you forget this ever happened. And I don’t mean you don’t think about it, I mean you literally forget this ever happened. Not sure how you did it the last time, but I assume you’ll think of something because if you don’t, you’ll never get to be me and TRUST ME when I tell you, you want to be me.”
Nine looks at her. She remembers him being so stoic that it’s almost painful to watch the emotions flicker across his face. Desire. Fear. Uncertainty. Indecision. Even a bit of lust. (Fancy that one, she does. Gets her right between the legs again.)
He glares at Ten. “You’ll owe me for this.”
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