Fic, The Lady in the Fireplace, 24/32: COMING CLEAN, Part I

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Story: The Lady in the Fireplace
Author: Melinda Kitty melindakitty
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Reinette, King of France and (eventually) Ninth Doctor
Rated: 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 Rose goes to pieces.)



Rose tastes eternity with both pairs of lips.

Orgasm shatters her. The physical world falls away. Her body. The Doctors. The TARDIS. Her mind struggles to remain together. Panicked, she reaches for the Vortex. But there is no Vortex in this place to catch her. She’s alone. In this place. This... Rift. If she loses herself here, there will be no one to find her. She has to find it. The way back. There must be some way through all this silence.

She has no mouth to scream, and even if she did, the silence of the Rift would devour the sound.

She forces herself to calm down. Even in the silence are threads. Traces of not only the universe she came from, but others, like snippets of songs. Breadcrumbs, the Doctor would call them. But, like breadcrumbs, they will fade and fail and disappear over time, eaten by silence. Nothing is certain here except change and exile and absolute stillness.

If she stays too long, she will forget what her universe sounds like.

The TARDIS held off this silence through force of will. A gift. An exception to the rules of the universe. If she can just find her way back to it... To herself...

Hurry...

Nothing lasts long in this place...

Hurry...

It scares her how close they might come to...

Hurry...

The exception is unstable...

Time waits for no...

Her mind is...

Doctor...!



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Crossposted to: time_and_chips