Fic. New Boots And Panties (11/13)
A soft voice addressed him from the left, and he turned to see a tall pretty boy standing there, his arms folded across a purple jumper and black leather jacket, Converse-clad ankles crossed over cream striped suit trousers. His auburn hair looked as if it had never seen a comb, the slightly full lips were smiling at him, and the stormy blue eyes held a twinkle that reminded him of...well, him.
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Disclaimer: All belongs to Auntie Beeb and RTD, worse luck! I'll play nicely and put 'em back when I'm done, promise. Although they may be just a little the worse for wear *grins*
Author's Notes: Almost got the angst out of the way, so we can get back to the smut ;)
Previous Chapters Here at my Teaspoon http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=26824&warning=Adult
Chapter Eleven
He quickly knelt next to the body on the floor, checking his vital signs to reassure himself that there was still life there, before looking up at the ceiling and mentally asking his wonderful ship to find his future son. He needed help to bring his future self back, he also needed the antidote to the Muresemit, and the boy was the key. He pushed an arm under the bony shoulders and one under the knees, and lifted the unconscious form off the floor and placed it on the other bed, stripping the coat off and throwing it over the chair in the corner, before hooking him up to the monitor and life support system. He was somewhat reassured by the dual heartbeat echoing around the room; it was strong, but not strong enough.
A loud hum announced that the Tardis had found the correct time and had landed. He looked down at the pale figure on the bed, before turning and gently caressing Rose’s cheek, then hurried to the console room. As his ship assured him that the person he needed was just beyond the Tardis doors, he strode down the ramp and flung open the door, clashing it against the wall as he strode into what appeared to be another Tardis. This one was all blues and golds, industrial-looking metal struts, and a console that looked as if it had come straight from The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy. A soft voice addressed him from the left, and he turned to see a tall pretty boy standing there, his arms folded across a purple jumper and black leather jacket, Converse-clad ankles crossed over cream striped suit trousers. His auburn hair looked as if it had never seen a comb, the slightly full lips were smiling at him, and the stormy blue eyes held a twinkle that reminded him of...well, him.
“Been expecting you. Dad told me you’d come, so I had to be here waiting. It’s a bit of a bugger, all this timey-wimey stuff, isn’t it? Oh, mum sends her love; she’d have been here too, but the baby’s teething and she didn’t want to leave her.”
He gestured around himself.
“Like it? Dad grew her for me, and as soon as I turned a hundred, he let me loose in her. Changed the desktop theme to one I liked, and took off for a while. Well, those two going at it like rabbits all the time gets a bit...you know? Anyway, I’m Rees - Antares Tyler-Smith if you want to remember it all...and you’d better. You’ll need to convince Mum not to call me Charlie about ten and a half months from now. Gran doesn’t like it but...” His knowing smirk made the Doctor shake his head and sigh exasperatedly.
“Oh hell - you ramble too. And your gran...? Does she...?”
The boy’s face split into a huge grin and he began to laugh.
“Oh, I’ve been rambling since the day I was born, according to Mum. Oh yeah. More than once, too. She’s okay with you now, though. She seems to like you when you’re Dad, for some reason. I personally think she just gave up trying to get a word in edgeways, then, when I was born, well...she and Grandad helped Mum a lot, since you weren’t there to. And no, I’m not going to elaborate on that. If Dad wants to tell you, he will, although it’s not gonna make any difference, cos you’ll not remember most of this anyway.”
The Doctor latched onto one word in the whole sequence that made him shiver.
“Grandad? Jackie got married again? To who? Who’d be daft enough...?”
Rees laughed again, this time a little less enthusiastically.
“Peter Alan Tyler would be the man daft enough...and again, I’m not going to be the one doing the explaining.” He pushed off the console, and headed towards the Doctor’s Tardis, his face now schooled into an expression of determination. “Come on. We need to get to Dad now - I can feel him and he’s ready to be brought back.”
The Doctor followed the young man - his son! His mind was screaming at him in joy - he had a son! A soft chuckle echoed in his skull, followed by ‘more than one, and daughters too, and they’re all little monsters!’ He could feel the affection in the statement, and grinned hugely as he followed Rees through the door and headed for the Med Bay. The spark inside his head pulsed as his Tardis recognised another Time Lord and chimed in delight. He smiled as Rees brushed his hand across the walls in greeting, before turning and entering the Med Bay. He paused and watched the boy as his smile slipped from his face at the sight of first his mother then his father, both laid on the beds, both unaware of his presence. A deep sigh came from the boy, and his shoulders slumped as he took Rose’s hand, bent and kissed her forehead and whispered “Sorry Mum” before approaching the figure of his father on the other bed.
Again he took hold of a hand and brushed his lips across the top of the tousled head. He looked over his shoulder at the figure standing in the doorway, his eyes bright with unshed tears, before nodding and straightening up. He pushed a hand into his jacket pocket, pulling out a dermal injector filled with a glowing gold liquid, and swiftly injected it into the neck of the still figure. Placing it back into his pocket, he pulled out another, this time filled with a sparkling pink liquid and approached Rose. He smiled weakly as he injected his mother, and said quietly,
“She insisted it had to be pink. Said she’d seen enough gold to last her two lifetimes.” He sighed.
“ Now we wait.”
The Doctor moved across the room and put a hand on the boy’s shoulder.
“Don’t blame yourself, lad. Would’ve done the same meself. Did your Dad ever tell you what we got up to in the Academy?”
The Doctor spent the next twenty minutes telling Rees of his time in the Academy, how he’d almost been thrown out quite a few times, and was gratified to see a little colour return to his face. A groan made his head snap around, and he was glad to see his future self raise his hand to his head and open his eyes, blinking owlishly at the bright light.
“We did it then. Rees, help me up. Gotta get out of here before Rose comes round. You can take me back to my Tardis.” He staggered as he slipped off the bed and into the grip of his son. As they slowly left the Med Bay, he turned and looked sternly at the Doctor.
“Take care of her. She won’t remember me...not yet. And you won’t see me again. Lock me away in your mind, forget you ever met me. I can’t tell you when, but you’ll know, and you’ll try and send her back home.” He smiled wearily. “ She’s a bit stubborn, our Rose. You’ll find that out too...and just how special our girl really is.”
He turned back to Rees, and nodded. Rees bowed his head, took a deep breath, let go of his father and stepped across to the Doctor. He stood in front of him, matching him inch for inch, and with wet eyes glistening, pulled him into a tight hug, and choked out,
“Bye, Dad. It was fantastic to be able to meet you when you looked like this. I see what Mum means, now. I’m proud to be your son.”
The Doctor gripped the young man tightly, and just managed to choke out a few words himself.
“I’m proud to be your dad. You’re a fine young man, even if you’re a bit too much like him for my liking.” He swallowed and looked over at the skinny man leaning against Rose’s bed, seeing the sadness in his face. “Don’t forget me, okay? And tell your mum...just tell her...oh, she knows.”
He straightened up and pushed Rees towards his father. He knew now. Knew that he wouldn’t get to see him as a baby, as a child. Not in this body, anyway. He had said as much. But that was alright. He could live with that. Just.
“Now take him home.”
Rees wiped his eyes, took his father’s arm and walked out of the Doctor’s life for now without looking back.
The Doctor wiped his hands down his face, blinked rapidly a few times, then made his way over to Rose. She was just beginning to stir and he grasped her small hand in his large calloused one, speaking softly to her.
“Thank you, Rose. I know you can’t process what I’m saying, and you probably won’t remember it anyway, but I just have to tell you this. He’s wonderful, our son, and that’s all thanks to you. I won’t get to see him, not with this daft old face, but that’s okay, that’s all right, because he’s ours. Yours and mine. Made with love. I may never get to tell you this...don’t know if I’ll ever be able to say the words, me, but. I love you, Rose Tyler. I shouldn’t, but I do. So there it is.”
He felt her hand grip his, and a husky voice said,
“What’re you ramblin’ about? Can’t a girl get any sleep around here? God, my head hurts. Did I get a smack over the head with a baseball bat or something? Or did you get me drunk so’s you could have your wicked way with me?” As she said this her eyes shot open, and she looked at him, her face shocked.
“You did. I remember now. The club. What we did there...”
She suddenly grinned at him, her tongue perched between her teeth. She sat up, reached for him and pulled his head close to hers.
“I remember.” She whispered slowly, as her lips captured his and a coil of pleasure began to grow deep inside her. She whimpered as he broke the kiss, only to smile at him as he pushed her back onto the pillow and climbed onto the bed beside her, his hands travelling her body, pausing as he caressed her abdomen, knowing that even now, Rees was in there, a tiny cluster of cells that would be his son. His mouth again took possession of hers, tongue sweeping her lips and then pushing in, tasting her, worshipping this wonderful human creature who was the mother of his soon-to-be child. He slid on top of her, his hips pushing her legs apart so he was cradled between them, his cock now hard and aching to be rid of the barrier between them, pushing against her core.
Her arms reached down and grasped the hem of his jumper, pulling it up so she could run her hands across his skin, her fingers tingling as they travelled down his spine to the edge of his jeans, pushing past that barrier to the rounded flesh of his arse, whilst lifting her hips and pushing hard against him. Lifting his head for a second to rip off his jumper and fling it across the room, he took the opportunity to remove the gown he had dressed her in as he had put her in the bed, then lowered his head and placed a cool kiss against each pebbled nipple, before taking one into his mouth and sucking hard whilst flicking it with his tongue. As she arched under him, his hands slid under her back and over the top of her shoulders, lifting her and allowing his mouth to travel across her chest, planting cool open-mouthed kisses against her now burning flesh. As he nipped her throbbing pulse, then laved it with his tongue to soothe it, Rose groaned and squeezed his arse hard, making him buck fiercely against her.
“Now, Doctor. Please. Want you. Need you in me. Please. Oh God, please, Doctor.”
He fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans, pushing them down with one hand then kicking them off when he could no longer use his hand, and growled deep in his throat as his dripping cock finally made contact with her burning heat with no barrier there to stop him. He thrust into her in one smooth push, pausing and moaning as he felt himself fill her completely. His forehead was resting against hers, and he opened his eyes to see hers glistening with tears, and her love shining through them. Blinking rapidly to clear the moisture filling his own, he began to slowly slide in and out of her, concentrating on every sensation, every movement she made, every sound she uttered, committing it all to memory. He speeded up as her hips pushed against his, urging him without words, and his hand slipped between them to find that little nub. As he pressed himself into her again and again, his mind was crying out at the fact he would have to leave her, and as he stroked her clit, he felt her arch and clench tightly around him, the force of her orgasm forcing him headlong into his. As he lay with his head pressed into her hair he allowed a single tear to fall. It would be the only one he would allow himself, and she would not see it. He would not let the knowledge that he had spoil their remaining time together.
As he slipped to the side and pulled out of her, he pulled her into his arms, settled her head against his chest and pressed his lips against the tousled blonde mass, Rose whispered,
“I love you, you know. Know you can’t say it, and that’s alright. I know you love me, you show me that every day I’m with you. I can say it for the both of us.”
She pressed a kiss against his chest, and settled down to sleep, exhaustion catching her up quickly.
The Doctor, however, lay awake, not wanting to waste one precious moment of the time he had left with Rose. Something was telling him that he did not have long. His arms tightened around her as he stared at the ceiling for the next few hours.
He only hoped, that when it did come to that time, he would have the strength to do what he needed to do. Maybe he should record a message for her.
Maybe it was time to prepare.
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Disclaimer: All belongs to Auntie Beeb and RTD, worse luck! I'll play nicely and put 'em back when I'm done, promise. Although they may be just a little the worse for wear *grins*
Author's Notes: Almost got the angst out of the way, so we can get back to the smut ;)
Previous Chapters Here at my Teaspoon http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=26824&warning=Adult
Chapter Eleven
He quickly knelt next to the body on the floor, checking his vital signs to reassure himself that there was still life there, before looking up at the ceiling and mentally asking his wonderful ship to find his future son. He needed help to bring his future self back, he also needed the antidote to the Muresemit, and the boy was the key. He pushed an arm under the bony shoulders and one under the knees, and lifted the unconscious form off the floor and placed it on the other bed, stripping the coat off and throwing it over the chair in the corner, before hooking him up to the monitor and life support system. He was somewhat reassured by the dual heartbeat echoing around the room; it was strong, but not strong enough.
A loud hum announced that the Tardis had found the correct time and had landed. He looked down at the pale figure on the bed, before turning and gently caressing Rose’s cheek, then hurried to the console room. As his ship assured him that the person he needed was just beyond the Tardis doors, he strode down the ramp and flung open the door, clashing it against the wall as he strode into what appeared to be another Tardis. This one was all blues and golds, industrial-looking metal struts, and a console that looked as if it had come straight from The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy. A soft voice addressed him from the left, and he turned to see a tall pretty boy standing there, his arms folded across a purple jumper and black leather jacket, Converse-clad ankles crossed over cream striped suit trousers. His auburn hair looked as if it had never seen a comb, the slightly full lips were smiling at him, and the stormy blue eyes held a twinkle that reminded him of...well, him.
“Been expecting you. Dad told me you’d come, so I had to be here waiting. It’s a bit of a bugger, all this timey-wimey stuff, isn’t it? Oh, mum sends her love; she’d have been here too, but the baby’s teething and she didn’t want to leave her.”
He gestured around himself.
“Like it? Dad grew her for me, and as soon as I turned a hundred, he let me loose in her. Changed the desktop theme to one I liked, and took off for a while. Well, those two going at it like rabbits all the time gets a bit...you know? Anyway, I’m Rees - Antares Tyler-Smith if you want to remember it all...and you’d better. You’ll need to convince Mum not to call me Charlie about ten and a half months from now. Gran doesn’t like it but...” His knowing smirk made the Doctor shake his head and sigh exasperatedly.
“Oh hell - you ramble too. And your gran...? Does she...?”
The boy’s face split into a huge grin and he began to laugh.
“Oh, I’ve been rambling since the day I was born, according to Mum. Oh yeah. More than once, too. She’s okay with you now, though. She seems to like you when you’re Dad, for some reason. I personally think she just gave up trying to get a word in edgeways, then, when I was born, well...she and Grandad helped Mum a lot, since you weren’t there to. And no, I’m not going to elaborate on that. If Dad wants to tell you, he will, although it’s not gonna make any difference, cos you’ll not remember most of this anyway.”
The Doctor latched onto one word in the whole sequence that made him shiver.
“Grandad? Jackie got married again? To who? Who’d be daft enough...?”
Rees laughed again, this time a little less enthusiastically.
“Peter Alan Tyler would be the man daft enough...and again, I’m not going to be the one doing the explaining.” He pushed off the console, and headed towards the Doctor’s Tardis, his face now schooled into an expression of determination. “Come on. We need to get to Dad now - I can feel him and he’s ready to be brought back.”
The Doctor followed the young man - his son! His mind was screaming at him in joy - he had a son! A soft chuckle echoed in his skull, followed by ‘more than one, and daughters too, and they’re all little monsters!’ He could feel the affection in the statement, and grinned hugely as he followed Rees through the door and headed for the Med Bay. The spark inside his head pulsed as his Tardis recognised another Time Lord and chimed in delight. He smiled as Rees brushed his hand across the walls in greeting, before turning and entering the Med Bay. He paused and watched the boy as his smile slipped from his face at the sight of first his mother then his father, both laid on the beds, both unaware of his presence. A deep sigh came from the boy, and his shoulders slumped as he took Rose’s hand, bent and kissed her forehead and whispered “Sorry Mum” before approaching the figure of his father on the other bed.
Again he took hold of a hand and brushed his lips across the top of the tousled head. He looked over his shoulder at the figure standing in the doorway, his eyes bright with unshed tears, before nodding and straightening up. He pushed a hand into his jacket pocket, pulling out a dermal injector filled with a glowing gold liquid, and swiftly injected it into the neck of the still figure. Placing it back into his pocket, he pulled out another, this time filled with a sparkling pink liquid and approached Rose. He smiled weakly as he injected his mother, and said quietly,
“She insisted it had to be pink. Said she’d seen enough gold to last her two lifetimes.” He sighed.
“ Now we wait.”
The Doctor moved across the room and put a hand on the boy’s shoulder.
“Don’t blame yourself, lad. Would’ve done the same meself. Did your Dad ever tell you what we got up to in the Academy?”
The Doctor spent the next twenty minutes telling Rees of his time in the Academy, how he’d almost been thrown out quite a few times, and was gratified to see a little colour return to his face. A groan made his head snap around, and he was glad to see his future self raise his hand to his head and open his eyes, blinking owlishly at the bright light.
“We did it then. Rees, help me up. Gotta get out of here before Rose comes round. You can take me back to my Tardis.” He staggered as he slipped off the bed and into the grip of his son. As they slowly left the Med Bay, he turned and looked sternly at the Doctor.
“Take care of her. She won’t remember me...not yet. And you won’t see me again. Lock me away in your mind, forget you ever met me. I can’t tell you when, but you’ll know, and you’ll try and send her back home.” He smiled wearily. “ She’s a bit stubborn, our Rose. You’ll find that out too...and just how special our girl really is.”
He turned back to Rees, and nodded. Rees bowed his head, took a deep breath, let go of his father and stepped across to the Doctor. He stood in front of him, matching him inch for inch, and with wet eyes glistening, pulled him into a tight hug, and choked out,
“Bye, Dad. It was fantastic to be able to meet you when you looked like this. I see what Mum means, now. I’m proud to be your son.”
The Doctor gripped the young man tightly, and just managed to choke out a few words himself.
“I’m proud to be your dad. You’re a fine young man, even if you’re a bit too much like him for my liking.” He swallowed and looked over at the skinny man leaning against Rose’s bed, seeing the sadness in his face. “Don’t forget me, okay? And tell your mum...just tell her...oh, she knows.”
He straightened up and pushed Rees towards his father. He knew now. Knew that he wouldn’t get to see him as a baby, as a child. Not in this body, anyway. He had said as much. But that was alright. He could live with that. Just.
“Now take him home.”
Rees wiped his eyes, took his father’s arm and walked out of the Doctor’s life for now without looking back.
The Doctor wiped his hands down his face, blinked rapidly a few times, then made his way over to Rose. She was just beginning to stir and he grasped her small hand in his large calloused one, speaking softly to her.
“Thank you, Rose. I know you can’t process what I’m saying, and you probably won’t remember it anyway, but I just have to tell you this. He’s wonderful, our son, and that’s all thanks to you. I won’t get to see him, not with this daft old face, but that’s okay, that’s all right, because he’s ours. Yours and mine. Made with love. I may never get to tell you this...don’t know if I’ll ever be able to say the words, me, but. I love you, Rose Tyler. I shouldn’t, but I do. So there it is.”
He felt her hand grip his, and a husky voice said,
“What’re you ramblin’ about? Can’t a girl get any sleep around here? God, my head hurts. Did I get a smack over the head with a baseball bat or something? Or did you get me drunk so’s you could have your wicked way with me?” As she said this her eyes shot open, and she looked at him, her face shocked.
“You did. I remember now. The club. What we did there...”
She suddenly grinned at him, her tongue perched between her teeth. She sat up, reached for him and pulled his head close to hers.
“I remember.” She whispered slowly, as her lips captured his and a coil of pleasure began to grow deep inside her. She whimpered as he broke the kiss, only to smile at him as he pushed her back onto the pillow and climbed onto the bed beside her, his hands travelling her body, pausing as he caressed her abdomen, knowing that even now, Rees was in there, a tiny cluster of cells that would be his son. His mouth again took possession of hers, tongue sweeping her lips and then pushing in, tasting her, worshipping this wonderful human creature who was the mother of his soon-to-be child. He slid on top of her, his hips pushing her legs apart so he was cradled between them, his cock now hard and aching to be rid of the barrier between them, pushing against her core.
Her arms reached down and grasped the hem of his jumper, pulling it up so she could run her hands across his skin, her fingers tingling as they travelled down his spine to the edge of his jeans, pushing past that barrier to the rounded flesh of his arse, whilst lifting her hips and pushing hard against him. Lifting his head for a second to rip off his jumper and fling it across the room, he took the opportunity to remove the gown he had dressed her in as he had put her in the bed, then lowered his head and placed a cool kiss against each pebbled nipple, before taking one into his mouth and sucking hard whilst flicking it with his tongue. As she arched under him, his hands slid under her back and over the top of her shoulders, lifting her and allowing his mouth to travel across her chest, planting cool open-mouthed kisses against her now burning flesh. As he nipped her throbbing pulse, then laved it with his tongue to soothe it, Rose groaned and squeezed his arse hard, making him buck fiercely against her.
“Now, Doctor. Please. Want you. Need you in me. Please. Oh God, please, Doctor.”
He fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans, pushing them down with one hand then kicking them off when he could no longer use his hand, and growled deep in his throat as his dripping cock finally made contact with her burning heat with no barrier there to stop him. He thrust into her in one smooth push, pausing and moaning as he felt himself fill her completely. His forehead was resting against hers, and he opened his eyes to see hers glistening with tears, and her love shining through them. Blinking rapidly to clear the moisture filling his own, he began to slowly slide in and out of her, concentrating on every sensation, every movement she made, every sound she uttered, committing it all to memory. He speeded up as her hips pushed against his, urging him without words, and his hand slipped between them to find that little nub. As he pressed himself into her again and again, his mind was crying out at the fact he would have to leave her, and as he stroked her clit, he felt her arch and clench tightly around him, the force of her orgasm forcing him headlong into his. As he lay with his head pressed into her hair he allowed a single tear to fall. It would be the only one he would allow himself, and she would not see it. He would not let the knowledge that he had spoil their remaining time together.
As he slipped to the side and pulled out of her, he pulled her into his arms, settled her head against his chest and pressed his lips against the tousled blonde mass, Rose whispered,
“I love you, you know. Know you can’t say it, and that’s alright. I know you love me, you show me that every day I’m with you. I can say it for the both of us.”
She pressed a kiss against his chest, and settled down to sleep, exhaustion catching her up quickly.
The Doctor, however, lay awake, not wanting to waste one precious moment of the time he had left with Rose. Something was telling him that he did not have long. His arms tightened around her as he stared at the ceiling for the next few hours.
He only hoped, that when it did come to that time, he would have the strength to do what he needed to do. Maybe he should record a message for her.
Maybe it was time to prepare.