Post by Alexa Raven on Jul 26, 2015 13:03:16 GMT -5
Title: The Time Lord of Earth
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto,Ten Doctor/Rose, John Smith/Rose Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys
Type: Alternate Universe
Spoilers/Warnings::Slash, same sex pairing. Sexual situations, coarse language. Reader discretion is advised. You have been warned!
Storyline is mine all mine. This story is un betaed so please note that when you read it. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this. All verbal conversation is in Bold text and thoughts are in Italics
Disclaimers: Everything is copyrighted to the BBC. Nothing belongs to me except the situation I put them into. All images used in this fiction, were made by myself, Alexaviera Raven.
Chapter Six
On the T.A.R.D.I.S.
Traveling through space and time.
The Doctor was currently sitting in the library and reading. He groaned a moment and removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He was tired and relaxing after having a really fantastic adventure yet as tired as he was, he also was feeling a bit restless and lonely. The book he was reading, didn’t help matters much either and he put it down with a sigh.
He wondered what to do and where to go to next as he got up from the overstuffed threadbare sofa and for a moment stretched his arms over his head. He as he did this, the Doctor for a moment bounced up on his toes. The Doctor glanced again a moment at the book and shook his head. It had been one of those books Rose had brought on board when she had been his companion.
For a moment he was sad as he thought of his beautiful Rose, the woman who held his heart and he wondered what she was doing in that moment. Was she happy with his other self? The Doctor hoped she was as for a moment he chuckled at the thought that perhaps Rose was reading one of those trashy novels. One like the one he was reading just now.
::Only if every story could end up with the lovers together forever..:
This was his thought a moment but then he blocked in his mind the images that thought had brought to him. Rose, his Rose so beautiful and warm and naked in his bed. Her body wrapped around him as they gave into the pleasures of the flesh. That night had been beautiful and precious to him. It was the first and the last time he would "Dance"with the woman he loved.
These thoughts however did nothing but work him up physically and hurt him emotionally and so he tried not to think of that night, of Rose Tyler. In all of his Tenth incarnations he had never once felt this way about any of his companions. Well yes and no, if he was truly honest he had loved Sarah Jane a little bit and he cared about Martha.
He had to admit he even loved Jack a little bit but also couldn't stand to look at the Immortal as it made him dizzy. Jack being a fixed point and time was so wrong and yet he admitted only to himself, perhaps he himself the Doctor was a bit wrong and hasty at what he did where Jack was concerned. Jack seemed to him to be doing good in the universe despite being a fixed point of time, despite the fact he was impossible, an impossible being and yet the universe seemed to accept him.
As he thought of Jack, the Tardis purred a moment and he could feel her contentment. Jack was one of her children, like himself and Rose..
For a few mere seconds he hadn't thought of Rose, but then as always she clouded his mind with her face, her voice..Her body,her touch and.. Her love for him shining in her eyes as they made love. Her happiness surrounding him as he felt bliss for the first time in so many lifetimes..
His love for Rose was stronger than anything he had ever felt in his nine hundred plus years. Even his now deceased wife back on Galifrey, he had not felt this much for. Even his Granddaughter Susan who he loved but it was different. It was a different kind of love he felt and he tried to not think of the last moments he spent with Rose. Rose, she haunted his dreams waking him shaking him to his very soul. Rose Tyler was a constant on his mind now as if she was as necessary to him as breathing or eating bananas. As always the effect of such thoughts of her had risen in him a frustration.
He knew right now he needed a very cold shower and to not give into the temptation of the flesh,because the images now surrounded him and he could remember all of it clearly. The smell of her vanilla shampoo as he kissed her ear. The way her hair fanned across his pillow as he kissed her and the feel of her wrapped around him holding him as he shuttered his release. As her face flushed in her own release. Now he was frustrated and ached and needed release.
After he showered, he made his way to the control room donning a pinned striped blue and gray suit and a pair of banana yellow trainers. His brown coat completed his ensemble as he for a moment lovingly stroke his fingertips along the panel and hear the Tardis purr in appreciation.
"It's just you and me now old girl as it should be."
The Doctor stated aloud as then he heard a sound and looked over at the phone that Martha Jones, one of his former companions had left for him in case she ever needed to contact him. As he picked it up the phone had stopped ringing and he frowned. The phone then beeped and he could see on the display he had several phone messages.
He looked at it confused as he had no idea how to get the messages out of the phone. Martha had showed him but he had forgotten. He set the phone down with a sigh and rubbe3d his eyes again once more. The Doctor was tired. Physically and emotionally more so now then he had been earlier. He pulled a lever on the control panel and the Tardis she hummed a moment and he smiled.
"Take me somewhere I don't need to run away from my dear. Somewhere I can just sit with a cuppa tea and relax a bit."
As he told the Tardis this however, she began to move through space and time and he sat down on the sofa a moment and tried to relax. He could not get the feeling in the back of his mind to stop telling him something was really off and wrong. Something just out of his vision was there and he had no idea what it was and it was making him a bit nutters.
As the Tardis stopped and landed he for a moment just sighed and he hoped she had picked somewhere nice, where he could relax and have some bananas and not think about the troubles of the universe. That was the downside of being a time lord, the last time lord. He never got vacation as it always seemed someone was in needing of his help or he had to fix a problem because the whole fabric of time and space threatened to unravel.
He was so tired of running. He was always running and he always would run. It was his destiny after all and to be the man who runs all alone.