Fic: Fractured Reality 10/?
Title: Fractured Reality 10?
Characters: Ten, Martha, Jack, Rose
Summary: The Doctor and Martha go to the year 4007 and get ambushed. Or do they? What is real, what isn't? Is there anyway to tell.
Rating: NC-17 rating upped due to a sex scene in this chapter.
Disclaimer: I own them all, but only in Pete's World, sadly in this universe they belong to RTD and the BBC
A/N: This is mainly Ten, Martha and Jack, however Rose does feature, although not the first few chapters so bear with me...
Chapter Ten
Denker was abrupt. “Well?”
“He is confused, a little, but doesn’t accept the persona we are forcing on him. Not yet, but he will. He is weak but doesn’t realise why. I have no doubt that he knows only one of his hearts is working, so we need to persuade a little harder. I don’t think that he knows what we have been drugging him with, however with a mind such as his, we cannot rule anything out.” Kowel replied, staring into the video screen. Denker had the ability to unnerve a person with his unblinking stare and Dr Kowel was trying not to let it get to him by holding the eye contact. Something he found very difficult to do when meeting with his superior in person.
“Take it up a notch. Be careful, I hold you responsible for this. The last thing we need is a genius imbecile. He has to believe what we tell him.” Denker shut down his side of the video call without another word. Dr Kowel sighed with relief and leaned back in his chair, running his hands through his hair. He smoothed down the front of his white coat and stood up; pausing to pick up the file on the Doctor, then left his office.
~~~~~~
Rose opened the door and her face lit up with a smile. It was the type of smile that made him feel as though he was the luckiest man ever to have lived. He stepped inside and placed his briefcase down then put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him; twirling her around before planting a kiss on her lips. Rose Tyler-Smith was the most incredible woman in the world, he was sure of it. She nuzzled into his neck, planting little kisses along the line of his jugular, setting his blood on fire. He looked into her hazel eyes, marvelling at the depth of her love for him reflected in the honey coloured flecks of her irises. It didn’t matter how bad a day he had, going home to Rose always made things worth it.
“I missed you today” she said, pulling away a little and straightening her shirt, pulling it down over the ever increasing bump at her midriff. “We missed you” she continued, with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
He sank to his knees and placed the palms of his hands on her belly. He lifted up her shirt and exposed the stretched skin; she had reached the stage where her belly button was protruding and she had the linea nigra extending down which he placed kisses along it as he felt something stir beneath his hands. He couldn’t get enough of feeling the movements, they had started off as little flutters, but now the kicks were strong and filled him with joy every time he felt them.
“I missed you both too” he said, wrapping his arms around her and resting his head against her abdomen. It was perfect; he hadn’t felt this content in his entire life. Part of him wanted to pinch himself just to see if he woke up, and another part didn’t, just in case he did. He had the most wonderful, beautiful, loving wife, a child on the way, a fantastic home, and a job he loved. It was what he had yearned for, for so long; the one adventure that he thought he would never have, and it was here, now and he was living it and he had never been so happy in his life.
John Smith was the luckiest man alive.
“Are you hungry?” Rose asked. “Dinner won’t be long, I just need to….” She pulled away to go into the kitchen but John stood up and caught her hand pulling her back. He caught her in his arms and grinned;
“Dinner can wait; I’m hungry for something else”. He had a wolfish look on his face and he tilted Rose’s chin upwards and caught her bottom lip in between his teeth. Rose made a half hearted attempt at pushing him away, protesting that the meal would burn.
“I don’t care” he said, and then he started to trail his tongue down her neck. Rose shivered and sighed and reached up to his hair, trailing her fingers through it. John unbuttoned her shirt and trailed his fingers to her swollen breasts; the blue veins visible in a stark contrast to her milky white skin. The areola on her nipples were enlarged and darkened and as he traced his finger around the circle of her nipple, it became erect.
He stood up again and took hold of Rose’s hand; “Let’s go to bed” he said, sending a thrill through her as he spoke.
~~~~~~~~
John stood before her in the bedroom. He slowly slipped her shirt off her shoulders then bent down to kiss them. Rose looked at him and as he looked into her eyes, John felt his heart would break with the intensity of the love that he saw reflected in her eyes. She was beautiful, glorious and his and he couldn’t remember ever feeling so content, so proud and so incredibly lucky in his entire life. He traced his fingers down to her breasts then lowered his head and gently began to tease her nipple. Rose lolled her head back and gasped; she felt the heat pool between her thighs and quickly brought her hands to John’s shirt and began unbuttoning it.
He carefully lowered her down onto the bed, never taking his eyes off her. Then he eased her trousers and underwear off until she was naked before him. Quickly slipping the rest of his clothes off, he crawled up the bed, placing kisses on her swollen abdomen; he couldn’t remember her ever looking more beautiful as she did at that moment. She was flushed with heat for him, her hair; radiant, spread out in a halo framing her face. He stroked his hands across her belly; it was firm, the skin taut, swollen with her pregnancy. He dipped his head and began to tease her folds, parting her lips then tracing the tip of his tongue around her clitoris. She arched and gasped, then moaned as he slipped a finger inside her. Wave upon wave of orgasm engulfed her and she cried out his name over and over again.
John pulled himself up onto his elbows and smiled, his mouth was glistening wet with her juices. Rose had her hands on her belly, which was now taut and he could see the muscles tensing and then relaxing.
"You OK?" He asked, a little concerned.
Rose smiled at him, "I'm fine, its just Braxton's contractions. They don't hurt, don’t worry, nothing is happening just yet"
"Well, you never know....." John replied, "You know what they say about what can stimulate labour....." he crawled up her body, placing kisses on her belly as he made his way up.
"Oh yeah? What's that then?" Rose smirked, reaching her arms out and pulling him to her side. She slipped her legs through his until they were scissored together; the only position that could accommodate her bump.
John grinned at her then fumbled a little as he got himself into position, "This" he said, sliding inside her.
Rose moaned as he gently and slowly thrust inside her. He reached over and caressed her breasts before trailing his fingers down again to stroke and tease her clitoris. He could feel her tensing up inside as her heat grew again and he started to thrust into her faster and deeper, causing her to moan and tense up even more. Then she was coming again and he was following her, headlong into his own orgasm, pleasure crashed through him and he lost all coherent thought, unable to do anything other than allow the feelings of ecstasy engulf him. His eyes slammed shut and all he could do was feel....
And when he opened his eyes he was alone.
Characters: Ten, Martha, Jack, Rose
Summary: The Doctor and Martha go to the year 4007 and get ambushed. Or do they? What is real, what isn't? Is there anyway to tell.
Rating: NC-17 rating upped due to a sex scene in this chapter.
Disclaimer: I own them all, but only in Pete's World, sadly in this universe they belong to RTD and the BBC
A/N: This is mainly Ten, Martha and Jack, however Rose does feature, although not the first few chapters so bear with me...
Chapter Ten
Denker was abrupt. “Well?”
“He is confused, a little, but doesn’t accept the persona we are forcing on him. Not yet, but he will. He is weak but doesn’t realise why. I have no doubt that he knows only one of his hearts is working, so we need to persuade a little harder. I don’t think that he knows what we have been drugging him with, however with a mind such as his, we cannot rule anything out.” Kowel replied, staring into the video screen. Denker had the ability to unnerve a person with his unblinking stare and Dr Kowel was trying not to let it get to him by holding the eye contact. Something he found very difficult to do when meeting with his superior in person.
“Take it up a notch. Be careful, I hold you responsible for this. The last thing we need is a genius imbecile. He has to believe what we tell him.” Denker shut down his side of the video call without another word. Dr Kowel sighed with relief and leaned back in his chair, running his hands through his hair. He smoothed down the front of his white coat and stood up; pausing to pick up the file on the Doctor, then left his office.
~~~~~~
Rose opened the door and her face lit up with a smile. It was the type of smile that made him feel as though he was the luckiest man ever to have lived. He stepped inside and placed his briefcase down then put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him; twirling her around before planting a kiss on her lips. Rose Tyler-Smith was the most incredible woman in the world, he was sure of it. She nuzzled into his neck, planting little kisses along the line of his jugular, setting his blood on fire. He looked into her hazel eyes, marvelling at the depth of her love for him reflected in the honey coloured flecks of her irises. It didn’t matter how bad a day he had, going home to Rose always made things worth it.
“I missed you today” she said, pulling away a little and straightening her shirt, pulling it down over the ever increasing bump at her midriff. “We missed you” she continued, with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
He sank to his knees and placed the palms of his hands on her belly. He lifted up her shirt and exposed the stretched skin; she had reached the stage where her belly button was protruding and she had the linea nigra extending down which he placed kisses along it as he felt something stir beneath his hands. He couldn’t get enough of feeling the movements, they had started off as little flutters, but now the kicks were strong and filled him with joy every time he felt them.
“I missed you both too” he said, wrapping his arms around her and resting his head against her abdomen. It was perfect; he hadn’t felt this content in his entire life. Part of him wanted to pinch himself just to see if he woke up, and another part didn’t, just in case he did. He had the most wonderful, beautiful, loving wife, a child on the way, a fantastic home, and a job he loved. It was what he had yearned for, for so long; the one adventure that he thought he would never have, and it was here, now and he was living it and he had never been so happy in his life.
John Smith was the luckiest man alive.
“Are you hungry?” Rose asked. “Dinner won’t be long, I just need to….” She pulled away to go into the kitchen but John stood up and caught her hand pulling her back. He caught her in his arms and grinned;
“Dinner can wait; I’m hungry for something else”. He had a wolfish look on his face and he tilted Rose’s chin upwards and caught her bottom lip in between his teeth. Rose made a half hearted attempt at pushing him away, protesting that the meal would burn.
“I don’t care” he said, and then he started to trail his tongue down her neck. Rose shivered and sighed and reached up to his hair, trailing her fingers through it. John unbuttoned her shirt and trailed his fingers to her swollen breasts; the blue veins visible in a stark contrast to her milky white skin. The areola on her nipples were enlarged and darkened and as he traced his finger around the circle of her nipple, it became erect.
He stood up again and took hold of Rose’s hand; “Let’s go to bed” he said, sending a thrill through her as he spoke.
~~~~~~~~
John stood before her in the bedroom. He slowly slipped her shirt off her shoulders then bent down to kiss them. Rose looked at him and as he looked into her eyes, John felt his heart would break with the intensity of the love that he saw reflected in her eyes. She was beautiful, glorious and his and he couldn’t remember ever feeling so content, so proud and so incredibly lucky in his entire life. He traced his fingers down to her breasts then lowered his head and gently began to tease her nipple. Rose lolled her head back and gasped; she felt the heat pool between her thighs and quickly brought her hands to John’s shirt and began unbuttoning it.
He carefully lowered her down onto the bed, never taking his eyes off her. Then he eased her trousers and underwear off until she was naked before him. Quickly slipping the rest of his clothes off, he crawled up the bed, placing kisses on her swollen abdomen; he couldn’t remember her ever looking more beautiful as she did at that moment. She was flushed with heat for him, her hair; radiant, spread out in a halo framing her face. He stroked his hands across her belly; it was firm, the skin taut, swollen with her pregnancy. He dipped his head and began to tease her folds, parting her lips then tracing the tip of his tongue around her clitoris. She arched and gasped, then moaned as he slipped a finger inside her. Wave upon wave of orgasm engulfed her and she cried out his name over and over again.
John pulled himself up onto his elbows and smiled, his mouth was glistening wet with her juices. Rose had her hands on her belly, which was now taut and he could see the muscles tensing and then relaxing.
"You OK?" He asked, a little concerned.
Rose smiled at him, "I'm fine, its just Braxton's contractions. They don't hurt, don’t worry, nothing is happening just yet"
"Well, you never know....." John replied, "You know what they say about what can stimulate labour....." he crawled up her body, placing kisses on her belly as he made his way up.
"Oh yeah? What's that then?" Rose smirked, reaching her arms out and pulling him to her side. She slipped her legs through his until they were scissored together; the only position that could accommodate her bump.
John grinned at her then fumbled a little as he got himself into position, "This" he said, sliding inside her.
Rose moaned as he gently and slowly thrust inside her. He reached over and caressed her breasts before trailing his fingers down again to stroke and tease her clitoris. He could feel her tensing up inside as her heat grew again and he started to thrust into her faster and deeper, causing her to moan and tense up even more. Then she was coming again and he was following her, headlong into his own orgasm, pleasure crashed through him and he lost all coherent thought, unable to do anything other than allow the feelings of ecstasy engulf him. His eyes slammed shut and all he could do was feel....
And when he opened his eyes he was alone.