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It's Almost a Vampire Story, Ten/Rose, PG-13
What he didn’t tell Rose was that most of his escape plans involved giving himself up to the plasmavores in exchange for letting Rose go unharmed. She’d make it back to the TARDIS without any trouble and he’d eventually get back as well. Just most likely without the great hair., 1,147
“You’re still bleeding,” Rose murmured into his shoulder.
The Doctor swiped his free hand across his neck then looked at it under the light the torches nearby offered. The dark red of his blood was smeared across his fingers and he frowned. He should have stopped bleeding by now. What use was his highly advanced alien physiology if he couldn’t clot his own blood at will?
“It’s fine,” he said.
“Sure,” Rose returned with a tone that said she’d humor him for the moment. “And how are we going to the escape the vampire horde? We’re a bit locked up.”
“They aren’t vampires, Rose. Vampires don’t exist. They’re bits of fiction made to scare people. Or have human teens fall in love with them, but that book series is absolute rubbish. Nearly made my eyeballs bleed and I’ve been forced to listen to Vogon poetry, which is the third worst poetry in this universe.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” the Doctor replied. “Our captors are really only plasmavores who seem to enjoy playing with their food.”
He lashed out a foot at the bars keeping them locked up. He would have had them out already if the plasmavores hadn’t taken his Sonic Screwdriver. Or his Janis Joplin gifted coat. And that had only been pulled off him because some plasmavore, who according to Rose resembled Johnny Depp, had wanted it. The Doctor was sure it would look terrible on him.
“What about werewolves?” Rose inquired. “Was it not a real werewolf?”
“Nope. Just a lupine wavelength haemovarioform. Easier to say werewolf though.”
“Ah,” Rose responded. “So, you still didn’t answer how we’re getting out.”
“Working on it,” the Doctor informed her.
What he didn’t tell Rose was that most of his escape plans involved giving himself up to the plasmavores in exchange for letting Rose go unharmed. She’d make it back to the TARDIS without any trouble and he’d eventually get back as well. Just most likely without the great hair.
He disentangled himself from Rose who let out an annoyed sound as he studied the metal door that keep them inside their cell.
“Have you a hair pin?”
Rose didn’t disappoint as she placed the small object in his hand. He gave her a quick peck then began the task of picking the lock.
Unfortunately, he was stopped as a hand wrapped itself around his right wrist and squeezed it tightly enough for him to feel his bones rub together. The Doctor gritted his teeth and looked up to see the leader of the plasmavores. The one that had introduced herself as Clementine. She smiled at him, the glittery lipstick she used catching the light a bit like a disco ball, then squatted down to his eye level before grabbing his tie and slamming his face into the bars. He grunted at the sudden explosion of pain.
“Let go of him!” Rose shouted.
“Do be quiet,” Clementine ordered. “I could break his neck right now and there is nothing you could do about it, little girl.”
“Leave her alone,” the Doctor nearly growled out. He tugged to free his right hand only to literally feel it begin to fracture in Clementine’s tightened grip. He bit back a groan and glared at the plasmavore. “What do you want?”
“Your ship, Time Lord.”
“I’d love to hand her over,” the Doctor stated. “Except she’d probably have something to say about it and I can promise it won’t be pleasant. She only responds to my commands. And even then I can’t guarantee she’ll do exactly as she’s told. The TARDIS has a mind of her own.”
“Then you will take us,” Clementine informed him. “Or we’ll kill you.”
“Go ahead,” the Doctor replied.
“Doctor,” Rose whispered.
He almost grinned at the look of hesitance in Clementine’s eyes. She opened her mouth to say something when the plasmavore who had stolen his coat sauntered into view.
“We have a problem, Clementine.”
“What is it, Barkley?” Clementine asked with annoyance.
“The villagers are coming,” Barkley answered. “And not to ask for a cup of sugar.”
“Damn.”
Clementine released the Doctor and he fell back onto the dirt floor, holding his injured arm and then looking at Rose who stared back at him wide-eyed. Clementine rose to her feet and paced the area in front of the cell for a moment before turning back to her prisoners.
“Well, Time Lord, it seems a change of plans is in order,” Clementine said. “Barkley, get the others. We’re going to leave this forsaken planet.”
She smiled and looked at the Doctor with an expression that he’d only seen on creatures that wanted to eat him. And she definitely wanted to do that if the bite from earlier was any indication.
“You are going to cooperate, Time Lord, or your companion will not last the night.”
****
They limped into the TARDIS and the moment the door was closed behind them, the two fell to the grating exhaling loudly.
“Let’s not do that again,” Rose told the Doctor.
“No,” the Doctor agreed.
“How’s your wrist?” Rose asked.
“Broken,” he answered, keeping his right arm against his body. He’d finally managed to break it fighting Barkley and not just to get his coat back, but he did accomplish that as well. And he’d stopped Rose from becoming plasmavore food. “How’s your stomach?”
“My guts aren’t spilling out just yet, but there’s definitely more blood there than I feel comfortable with,” Rose responded.
“Me too,” the Doctor added. “We need to get to ourselves fixed up.”
“Yeah,” Rose murmured.
The two didn’t move from their seated positions. Rose curled into the Doctor and he kissed her forehead, making a slight face as he tasted the dirt and blood that covered part of her features. However, it didn’t matter. She was still alive after handling two plasmavores with a brilliance he’d always known she possessed.
“We’re not going to turn into plasmavores, are we?” Rose inquired.
“I told you, Rose. They aren’t vampires. It doesn’t work like that.”
“Sorry. I was only checking.”
“Had they’d been Lithidians then we’d be needing to flush our systems immediately before we started sprouting scales,” the Doctor shared. “And a tail.”
“I’d like to avoid that,” Rose responded.
“Me too,” the Doctor replied. “I’ve seen it happen. I was thoroughly disgusted and I’ve suffered through your mum’s cooking.”
Rose half-heartedly hit the Doctor in his side before kissing his cheek and snuggling back into him. He chuckled then wrapped his good arm around her waist. And there they sat in companionable silence as the TARDIS hummed softly to them both.
What he didn’t tell Rose was that most of his escape plans involved giving himself up to the plasmavores in exchange for letting Rose go unharmed. She’d make it back to the TARDIS without any trouble and he’d eventually get back as well. Just most likely without the great hair., 1,147
“You’re still bleeding,” Rose murmured into his shoulder.
The Doctor swiped his free hand across his neck then looked at it under the light the torches nearby offered. The dark red of his blood was smeared across his fingers and he frowned. He should have stopped bleeding by now. What use was his highly advanced alien physiology if he couldn’t clot his own blood at will?
“It’s fine,” he said.
“Sure,” Rose returned with a tone that said she’d humor him for the moment. “And how are we going to the escape the vampire horde? We’re a bit locked up.”
“They aren’t vampires, Rose. Vampires don’t exist. They’re bits of fiction made to scare people. Or have human teens fall in love with them, but that book series is absolute rubbish. Nearly made my eyeballs bleed and I’ve been forced to listen to Vogon poetry, which is the third worst poetry in this universe.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” the Doctor replied. “Our captors are really only plasmavores who seem to enjoy playing with their food.”
He lashed out a foot at the bars keeping them locked up. He would have had them out already if the plasmavores hadn’t taken his Sonic Screwdriver. Or his Janis Joplin gifted coat. And that had only been pulled off him because some plasmavore, who according to Rose resembled Johnny Depp, had wanted it. The Doctor was sure it would look terrible on him.
“What about werewolves?” Rose inquired. “Was it not a real werewolf?”
“Nope. Just a lupine wavelength haemovarioform. Easier to say werewolf though.”
“Ah,” Rose responded. “So, you still didn’t answer how we’re getting out.”
“Working on it,” the Doctor informed her.
What he didn’t tell Rose was that most of his escape plans involved giving himself up to the plasmavores in exchange for letting Rose go unharmed. She’d make it back to the TARDIS without any trouble and he’d eventually get back as well. Just most likely without the great hair.
He disentangled himself from Rose who let out an annoyed sound as he studied the metal door that keep them inside their cell.
“Have you a hair pin?”
Rose didn’t disappoint as she placed the small object in his hand. He gave her a quick peck then began the task of picking the lock.
Unfortunately, he was stopped as a hand wrapped itself around his right wrist and squeezed it tightly enough for him to feel his bones rub together. The Doctor gritted his teeth and looked up to see the leader of the plasmavores. The one that had introduced herself as Clementine. She smiled at him, the glittery lipstick she used catching the light a bit like a disco ball, then squatted down to his eye level before grabbing his tie and slamming his face into the bars. He grunted at the sudden explosion of pain.
“Let go of him!” Rose shouted.
“Do be quiet,” Clementine ordered. “I could break his neck right now and there is nothing you could do about it, little girl.”
“Leave her alone,” the Doctor nearly growled out. He tugged to free his right hand only to literally feel it begin to fracture in Clementine’s tightened grip. He bit back a groan and glared at the plasmavore. “What do you want?”
“Your ship, Time Lord.”
“I’d love to hand her over,” the Doctor stated. “Except she’d probably have something to say about it and I can promise it won’t be pleasant. She only responds to my commands. And even then I can’t guarantee she’ll do exactly as she’s told. The TARDIS has a mind of her own.”
“Then you will take us,” Clementine informed him. “Or we’ll kill you.”
“Go ahead,” the Doctor replied.
“Doctor,” Rose whispered.
He almost grinned at the look of hesitance in Clementine’s eyes. She opened her mouth to say something when the plasmavore who had stolen his coat sauntered into view.
“We have a problem, Clementine.”
“What is it, Barkley?” Clementine asked with annoyance.
“The villagers are coming,” Barkley answered. “And not to ask for a cup of sugar.”
“Damn.”
Clementine released the Doctor and he fell back onto the dirt floor, holding his injured arm and then looking at Rose who stared back at him wide-eyed. Clementine rose to her feet and paced the area in front of the cell for a moment before turning back to her prisoners.
“Well, Time Lord, it seems a change of plans is in order,” Clementine said. “Barkley, get the others. We’re going to leave this forsaken planet.”
She smiled and looked at the Doctor with an expression that he’d only seen on creatures that wanted to eat him. And she definitely wanted to do that if the bite from earlier was any indication.
“You are going to cooperate, Time Lord, or your companion will not last the night.”
****
They limped into the TARDIS and the moment the door was closed behind them, the two fell to the grating exhaling loudly.
“Let’s not do that again,” Rose told the Doctor.
“No,” the Doctor agreed.
“How’s your wrist?” Rose asked.
“Broken,” he answered, keeping his right arm against his body. He’d finally managed to break it fighting Barkley and not just to get his coat back, but he did accomplish that as well. And he’d stopped Rose from becoming plasmavore food. “How’s your stomach?”
“My guts aren’t spilling out just yet, but there’s definitely more blood there than I feel comfortable with,” Rose responded.
“Me too,” the Doctor added. “We need to get to ourselves fixed up.”
“Yeah,” Rose murmured.
The two didn’t move from their seated positions. Rose curled into the Doctor and he kissed her forehead, making a slight face as he tasted the dirt and blood that covered part of her features. However, it didn’t matter. She was still alive after handling two plasmavores with a brilliance he’d always known she possessed.
“We’re not going to turn into plasmavores, are we?” Rose inquired.
“I told you, Rose. They aren’t vampires. It doesn’t work like that.”
“Sorry. I was only checking.”
“Had they’d been Lithidians then we’d be needing to flush our systems immediately before we started sprouting scales,” the Doctor shared. “And a tail.”
“I’d like to avoid that,” Rose responded.
“Me too,” the Doctor replied. “I’ve seen it happen. I was thoroughly disgusted and I’ve suffered through your mum’s cooking.”
Rose half-heartedly hit the Doctor in his side before kissing his cheek and snuggling back into him. He chuckled then wrapped his good arm around her waist. And there they sat in companionable silence as the TARDIS hummed softly to them both.