Fic: "Phase Two" (1/1) (Nine/Rose, Doctor Who)
Title: "Phase Two" (1/1)
Author: ageless_aislynn
Fandom/characters: Doctor Who, Nine/Rose
Summary: Written for catyuy in thanks for all of her cheering on at the Support Stacie auction. The prompt was "Nine in a lab coat sans leather jacket. Rose in nerd glasses in a dark wig and a lab coat. Undercover and stopping a evil plot."
Rating: R (light; for a bit of hanky-panky ;) )
Length: 1,225
Spoilers/warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine or you can bet there would've been happy endings for everybody!
A/N: Unbeta'ed, so all mistakes are mine. ;)
Rose surreptitiously adjusted her straight, shoulder-length black wig, then poked her thick, black-rimmed glasses back up her nose. "Next time," she muttered, "you can wear the disguise."
"I am wearing a disguise," the Doctor protested softly, giving his white lab coat a shake.
She rolled her eyes. His coat went nearly to the floor while hers just barely covered the hem of her white dress, which in turn just barely covered her rear.
"Besides," he continued, "if I would've spent an hour flirting with the megalomaniacal head of a corporation that was dousing the water supply with-"
"I didn't know he was a megalomaniac," she interrupted. "He seemed like a nice bloke."
He snorted derisively. "Well, at least we found the formula for the antidote to the toxin that nice bloke has been using to subdue his people and-"
He cut off as four guards came through the double doors at the far end of the hall. As they neared, he raised the clipboard he'd had tucked under his arm and indicated a stack of wiggly lines. "Precisely, Ms. Thatcher. We're clearly ready to advance to Phase Two."
As soon as the guards were out of earshot, she whispered, "'Thatcher,' seriously?"
"Well, it's not like they're going to recognize the name, now is it?" he said just as a klaxon screeched to life and the lights in the corridor turned red.
"Or maybe they will," he amended. "Run!"
He grabbed her hand as they bolted down the corridor but, to her surprise, he pulled her into a darkened room instead of making for the doors ahead of them.
"The exit-" she said as he closed the door and switched on the light, revealing a windowless laboratory with several rows of tall tables holding various scientific instruments.
"Going to be an entrance in a few seconds," he said shortly. "Ever been interrogated by a team of Arsarvian guards? Talk, talk, talk while they monitor your emotional state. One hint of guilt and there you have it, you're convicted."
As he spoke, he tugged her over to the nearest table, gesturing for her to help him move things out of the way. "And once they convict you, there's no parole, no appeals, no do-overs. Just a deep, dark hole in the ground that nobody's ever supposed to crawl back out of. Very unpleasant, don't recommend it."
"So how do you know what it's like if nobody's ever come back out of it?" she asked, trying to figure out what sort of clever thing he was going to build with a pile of empty beakers.
He gave her a quick hint of his usual manic grin. "Said nobody's supposed to. Didn't say they never had. Now, up we go."
He put his hands at her waist and, the next thing she knew, he lifted her up onto the spot they had just cleared.
"Doctor," she said, startled, trying to tug her short skirt down before she flashed her knickers at him.
"They'll be doing preliminary scans for nervousness," he said. "First sign of anything that pings as guilt, they'll take you in and give you the proper deep scanning. But we pass the test now and they'll let us walk right out. So, just got to make sure you're not transmitting guilt like a bloody radio tower."
"How?" She heard a noise from the hallway and started to turn but he caught her chin and urged her back to face him.
"Easy," he said, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes that belied his casual tone. "You're going to transmit something else."
And he kissed her.
His hands smoothed down her back, pulling her closer as his mouth moved on hers in a leisurely fashion, as if he had all of the time in the universe just to explore the curves and shapes of her lips.
For a shocked moment, she didn't respond, then her palms skittered across the unfamiliar heavy weave of the lab coat, up to caress the soft bristle of his close-cropped hair. She kissed him back a bit frantically at first, realizing that he was trying to stir something in her that was not "Yeah, we just stole your formula."
Then she forgot the ulterior motive and wrapped herself around him, giving herself over to the heated sensations the light strokes of his lips and tongue were eliciting. She barely registered the sound of the door opening behind her.
"What's going on in here?" a voice said sternly.
The Doctor straightened, gruffly saying, "Aphrodisiac testing, do you mind? We're just about to have a breakthrough."
Rose realized her glasses were askew, leaving her looking out of a lens with her right eye while the left lens was somewhere in the vicinity of her forehead.
"Look this way," the voice said and a green light scanned over the Doctor's face. "Clear. Now the young lady…? Look directly into the light, please."
She straightened her black-rimmed glasses and twisted around. Three burly guardsmen stood just beyond the doorway and the one at the front had a thick, cylindrical device pointed at her.
The Doctor's hand settled on her knee, the pad of his thumb rubbing small circles up under the short hem of her dress. Her breath hitched unevenly as the circles dipped along her inner thigh, rising slowly, steadily, until he was brushing the edge of the knickers she'd tried so hard not to flash at him a few minutes earlier.
The green light flared and she blinked madly, but it was his feather-light touch that had her gasping, staring blindly into the brightness as she tried not to covertly grind against his fingers.
"Clear," the guard announced. "Carry on. Good luck with your, uh, 'breakthrough.'"
As the door shut, Rose heard the guardsmen snickering but, frankly, at that moment she didn't care so long as the Doctor didn't stop what he was doing.
The Doctor stopped what he was doing.
"All right then," he said, stepping back. "Give 'em a few more minutes to move along then we can just stroll on out of here."
She barely kept from making an incredulous, disappointed noise and crossed her legs both to regain a bit of modesty as well as to try to assuage the throb between them. "Y-yeah," she said, striving to steady her voice. "Suppose that means that Phase Two is over then?"
"Yes, Rose," he said in a serious tone. "Phase Two is over. And you know what that means, don't you?"
Biting her lip and busying herself with straightening her wig, she fought to not show any reaction. "'Course I do," she said. Back to hugs and hand-holding and me wanting to shag you rotten and hoping that you don't see it but at the same time just wishing you would... "Back to normal, you and me, right?"
He waited a few long seconds, then gave her the broad, daft smile she adored. "Means that now we move on to Phase Three." The smile faltered slightly. "If... you want?"
She let him dangle for a bit as she pretended to think it over while her heart happily raced. "I'll keep the wig if you keep the lab coat," she finally bargained, grinning.
"Deal," he said and winked as he helped her down from the table.
Author: ageless_aislynn
Fandom/characters: Doctor Who, Nine/Rose
Summary: Written for catyuy in thanks for all of her cheering on at the Support Stacie auction. The prompt was "Nine in a lab coat sans leather jacket. Rose in nerd glasses in a dark wig and a lab coat. Undercover and stopping a evil plot."
Rating: R (light; for a bit of hanky-panky ;) )
Length: 1,225
Spoilers/warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine or you can bet there would've been happy endings for everybody!
A/N: Unbeta'ed, so all mistakes are mine. ;)
Rose surreptitiously adjusted her straight, shoulder-length black wig, then poked her thick, black-rimmed glasses back up her nose. "Next time," she muttered, "you can wear the disguise."
"I am wearing a disguise," the Doctor protested softly, giving his white lab coat a shake.
She rolled her eyes. His coat went nearly to the floor while hers just barely covered the hem of her white dress, which in turn just barely covered her rear.
"Besides," he continued, "if I would've spent an hour flirting with the megalomaniacal head of a corporation that was dousing the water supply with-"
"I didn't know he was a megalomaniac," she interrupted. "He seemed like a nice bloke."
He snorted derisively. "Well, at least we found the formula for the antidote to the toxin that nice bloke has been using to subdue his people and-"
He cut off as four guards came through the double doors at the far end of the hall. As they neared, he raised the clipboard he'd had tucked under his arm and indicated a stack of wiggly lines. "Precisely, Ms. Thatcher. We're clearly ready to advance to Phase Two."
As soon as the guards were out of earshot, she whispered, "'Thatcher,' seriously?"
"Well, it's not like they're going to recognize the name, now is it?" he said just as a klaxon screeched to life and the lights in the corridor turned red.
"Or maybe they will," he amended. "Run!"
He grabbed her hand as they bolted down the corridor but, to her surprise, he pulled her into a darkened room instead of making for the doors ahead of them.
"The exit-" she said as he closed the door and switched on the light, revealing a windowless laboratory with several rows of tall tables holding various scientific instruments.
"Going to be an entrance in a few seconds," he said shortly. "Ever been interrogated by a team of Arsarvian guards? Talk, talk, talk while they monitor your emotional state. One hint of guilt and there you have it, you're convicted."
As he spoke, he tugged her over to the nearest table, gesturing for her to help him move things out of the way. "And once they convict you, there's no parole, no appeals, no do-overs. Just a deep, dark hole in the ground that nobody's ever supposed to crawl back out of. Very unpleasant, don't recommend it."
"So how do you know what it's like if nobody's ever come back out of it?" she asked, trying to figure out what sort of clever thing he was going to build with a pile of empty beakers.
He gave her a quick hint of his usual manic grin. "Said nobody's supposed to. Didn't say they never had. Now, up we go."
He put his hands at her waist and, the next thing she knew, he lifted her up onto the spot they had just cleared.
"Doctor," she said, startled, trying to tug her short skirt down before she flashed her knickers at him.
"They'll be doing preliminary scans for nervousness," he said. "First sign of anything that pings as guilt, they'll take you in and give you the proper deep scanning. But we pass the test now and they'll let us walk right out. So, just got to make sure you're not transmitting guilt like a bloody radio tower."
"How?" She heard a noise from the hallway and started to turn but he caught her chin and urged her back to face him.
"Easy," he said, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes that belied his casual tone. "You're going to transmit something else."
And he kissed her.
His hands smoothed down her back, pulling her closer as his mouth moved on hers in a leisurely fashion, as if he had all of the time in the universe just to explore the curves and shapes of her lips.
For a shocked moment, she didn't respond, then her palms skittered across the unfamiliar heavy weave of the lab coat, up to caress the soft bristle of his close-cropped hair. She kissed him back a bit frantically at first, realizing that he was trying to stir something in her that was not "Yeah, we just stole your formula."
Then she forgot the ulterior motive and wrapped herself around him, giving herself over to the heated sensations the light strokes of his lips and tongue were eliciting. She barely registered the sound of the door opening behind her.
"What's going on in here?" a voice said sternly.
The Doctor straightened, gruffly saying, "Aphrodisiac testing, do you mind? We're just about to have a breakthrough."
Rose realized her glasses were askew, leaving her looking out of a lens with her right eye while the left lens was somewhere in the vicinity of her forehead.
"Look this way," the voice said and a green light scanned over the Doctor's face. "Clear. Now the young lady…? Look directly into the light, please."
She straightened her black-rimmed glasses and twisted around. Three burly guardsmen stood just beyond the doorway and the one at the front had a thick, cylindrical device pointed at her.
The Doctor's hand settled on her knee, the pad of his thumb rubbing small circles up under the short hem of her dress. Her breath hitched unevenly as the circles dipped along her inner thigh, rising slowly, steadily, until he was brushing the edge of the knickers she'd tried so hard not to flash at him a few minutes earlier.
The green light flared and she blinked madly, but it was his feather-light touch that had her gasping, staring blindly into the brightness as she tried not to covertly grind against his fingers.
"Clear," the guard announced. "Carry on. Good luck with your, uh, 'breakthrough.'"
As the door shut, Rose heard the guardsmen snickering but, frankly, at that moment she didn't care so long as the Doctor didn't stop what he was doing.
The Doctor stopped what he was doing.
"All right then," he said, stepping back. "Give 'em a few more minutes to move along then we can just stroll on out of here."
She barely kept from making an incredulous, disappointed noise and crossed her legs both to regain a bit of modesty as well as to try to assuage the throb between them. "Y-yeah," she said, striving to steady her voice. "Suppose that means that Phase Two is over then?"
"Yes, Rose," he said in a serious tone. "Phase Two is over. And you know what that means, don't you?"
Biting her lip and busying herself with straightening her wig, she fought to not show any reaction. "'Course I do," she said. Back to hugs and hand-holding and me wanting to shag you rotten and hoping that you don't see it but at the same time just wishing you would... "Back to normal, you and me, right?"
He waited a few long seconds, then gave her the broad, daft smile she adored. "Means that now we move on to Phase Three." The smile faltered slightly. "If... you want?"
She let him dangle for a bit as she pretended to think it over while her heart happily raced. "I'll keep the wig if you keep the lab coat," she finally bargained, grinning.
"Deal," he said and winked as he helped her down from the table.