Fic: Seeking Primes - Part 1
Title: Seeking Primes [1/?]
Author: whosintheattic
Beta: dtstrainers
OT3: Ten/Rose/Eleven
Words: 3,525
Rating: MA
Spoilers: Vague mentions of events in Series 2 and 4, a tip of the hat to Space and Time and Classic Who.
Author's Notes: This can be read as a stand-alone, but I am planning on adding to it. For Ten and Rose, it takes place between The Satan Pit an Love and Monsters. or Eleven, it takes place during The Eleventh Hour. Extra special thanks both DavidTennantsTrainers and
callistawolf for encouraging me to share this.
“Doctor?” Rose began hesitantly, then stopped. She was lounging on the jump seat, hands tucked under her head one foot on the floor and the other leg hooked awkwardly over the seat back. She was watching him tinker with something on the console.
“What?”
“Have you ever,” she paused to shift into a sitting position, “I mean can you-go forwards or backwards and meet yo’rself?”
“Oh, I can and I have, Rose,” he grinned, "Several times.” Rose smiled, watching his grin morph into his patented aren’t-I-so-impressive smirk, “Imagine three of me in the TARDIS at once,” he started, not missing the way she bit her lip and drew in a breath, “We’re more trouble than we’re worth, but we’re great problem-solvers.”
“Oh,” Rose said, doing a bad job of covering her disappointment. Maybe that meant it would be too much to ask.
“Why do you ask?” his smirk became a small, knowing smile.
Rose looked up at him guiltily, “Oh, no reason. I was just curious ‘s all.”
The Doctor knew better; they’d shared a bed long enough for him to know that look. She was curious, alright; curious in the same way she had been when she’d asked him if he had any handcuffs aboard the TARDIS, or if he still enjoyed leather. He smiled darkly at the memories conjured up by that thought.
“Rose?”
“Yeah?” her eyes shifted slightly.
“Shall we go looking for…me?” he asked, already moving around the console, punching in co-ordinates, locking the TARDIS onto his own genetic sequence.
Rose just smiled. He could read her so well now; she wondered if it had something to do with the way she let him fiddle around in her head while they were making love. Not that it bothered her; she loved the feel of his mind against hers, the way his consciousness washed over and penetrated her…Rose shifted in her seat as warmth pooled low in her belly. She shook her head slightly in an effort to banish the thoughts. Not the time, she thought.
The TARDIS landed, and the Doctor said, “I think I’ve managed it,” he said. “Wait right here,” and he hustled down the ramp and out the TARDIS doors. She twisted in place, swinging one leg onto the seat and tucking it under herself. She gripped the back of the jump seat as she watched him slip out the doors. She stared after him, watching the doors and wondering who (or rather, which version of himself) he’d found.
**
The Doctor was standing at his console, feeling quite proud of himself for the way he’d handled the situation with the Atraxi. You’d think they’d have been grateful that I recaptured their prisoner for them, and saved them the hassle of incinerating an entire Level Five planet, he thought smugly; but of course not. He straightened the lapels of his new tweed jacket and inspected his face in the reflective surface of the monitor. Still pretty, he thought, rubbing his fingers over his prominent jaw. He regarded his reflection with what (he hoped was) a charming smile. Classically handsome. Despite the strange cravings that followed, this regeneration went well. He was in the process of straightening his tie when the monitor lit up with an interesting signal. “Oh?” he said, focusing his eyes on the circular figures. “What have you got for me, Old Girl?” he addressed the TARDIS, stroking the console. He heard the all-too-familiar sound of the TARDIS materializing, and spun on the balls of his feet in time to see that the TARDIS-his TARDIS-was materializing within itself. He could tell from the look of it that it belonged to his prior self, and his hearts jumped a little; with anticipation or fear, he wasn’t certain.
Sure enough; his past self popped out cheerily, “Hello there, me!” he smiled, wiggling his fingers in a little wave before stepping out and closing the TARDIS door behind him. “Okay, let’s start with the formalities; don’t tell me anything. Not even a hint. Foreknowledge can be dangerous. Don’t even tell me how old you are,” the younger Doctor looked at him pointedly, “I don’t want to know when it happens,” he said, nodding at the older man’s appearance.
“Don’t you think I already know that?” he said rolling his eyes. His younger self just smirked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Fair enough,” smiled the Doctor, raking his fingers through his dark brown hair, pushing it from his forehead only for it to fall back down again, “And where-or rather, when-are you?”
“Step inside?” the younger Time Lord gestured, ignoring his question.
“Why?”
“It’s a bit safer than me wandering around out here, don’t you think?”
“True,” the older one said, coming down the steps.
“Love the new desktop, by the way. Very…swanky,” the Doctor grinned, “Can’t say the same for the jacket though,” he said, wrinkling his face in a grimace.
“Oi! This jacket is cool,” his older self said, fingering the lapels defensively as the younger Doctor unlocked the TARDIS door again and waved him inside. He took one last look at the interior of his future TARDIS, smirked, and turned to follow the older Time Lord inside.
Entering the TARDIS himself, the younger Doctor nearly walked right into the back older one, who stood frozen at the sight of Rose, who was turned to face them on the jump seat. “Hello,” she said.
“Hello,” he responded, almost breathlessly.
“You recognize me then?”
“Of course,” he smiled.
“Future me,” the Doctor said, thumbing at the awestruck Time Lord in tweed; he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, smiling. The way his future self was looking at Rose made him more than a little uncomfortable. That reaction could only mean one thing; suddenly he worried that this may not have been such a good idea. Foreknowledge is a dangerous thing, and his older self was giving away more than he realized. He tugged gently at his ear and watched as his older self (with the younger face) walked up the catwalk. Rose stood to greet him, and he gathered her into a hug. She hugged him back, but not as tightly.
It was overwhelming, seeing her like this again, but he knew to keep his mouth shut-he could already feel new memories trickling in; memories of being his younger self and watching this exchange. If it weren’t for his impressive Time Lord brain, he might have been distracted. Instead, he drew back from the hug, grinning, his hands at her shoulders. “It’s very good to see you Rose; very good indeed.” She looked to his previous self, then back to him and reached up to cup his cheek. She traced her fingertips across his jaw, and he couldn’t help but lean into her touch as his hands slid from his shoulders to her waist. He peered at her, allowing her to search his eyes, and then her face split into a grin.
She turned to the younger Doctor and said, “He really is you,” then to the older Doctor, “I mean, you’re really you.” The older Time Lord’s hearts clenched painfully. The younger Doctor approached, and she looked back and forth between them, “I will never get used to this,” she laughed.
The older Doctor looked at her tenderly, before dropping his hands back to his sides and turning to look at his younger self. “So why exactly did you come here?” he asked, putting some authority in his voice; “Materializing the TARDIS inside of itself can lead to a permanent space-time loop if done improperly; we could be stuck here for all eternity.”
The pinstriped Doctor snorted, “And you think I’m not capable of doing it properly?” he said in mock offense, continuing, “Even if that were so-simple solution; a controlled temporal implosion-though you’d only have to worry about that if you somehow bollocksed up the electricals and-
“I would never-” the elder cut in, indignation dripping from each word, but was interrupted by his counterpart.
“Besides, Rose was curious,” he said, crossing one arm over his torso and tucking his hand under his elbow, his free hand gesticulating as he looked at his other self pointedly, giving him a mental nudge; Rose watched as something seemed to pass between them. The older Doctor flushed slightly.
The younger Doctor’s hands dropped back to his sides as the situation sank in for his other self. “Oh. Um. Oh, I see,” he said, nervously straightening his bow tie. “I, um-oh, this is-this is-” he smoothed the front of his jacket and did his best to cover the wolfish grin that was fighting to upturn the corners of his mouth. The younger Time Lord smirked.
“You don’t have to stay,” she said quietly, stepping closer, “but I’d really like it if you did.” Rose hoped he got her meaning, and watched as her words seemed to work their way into his brain; of course he knew what she meant; new memories filtering in from his previous self were clearly framing the situation. He seemed conflicted for a moment, something fathomless working behind those green eyes of his, and she smoothed a hand over one of his lapels.
How could he deny Rose Tyler anything? How could he deny himself when every atom of his being seemed to ache for her? He had missed her; so much so that the ache of her loss (and the loss of Donna, his hearts reminded him) had fundamentally shaped the man he is now.
“No,” he said at last, his eyes flicking to her lips before meeting her eyes again, “I’ll stay.”
“Good,” the younger Doctor said, “Now that that’s settled, shall we?” he suggested, gesturing toward the corridor.
**
Once inside the bedroom-a spare room with a much larger bed than the one they typically shared-Rose thought she might lose her nerve. Her Doctor was directly behind her, his hands squeezing her hips gently as his breath ghosted across the nape of her neck. The older Doctor stood in front of her, nearly awestruck.
Rose reached out to this new Doctor, her arms bridging the small distance between them. One palm pressed to his chest, feeling the thump-thump-thump-thump of his heartbeats, and the other sliding up along the material of his shirt and curving around the back of his neck. Her fingers slid into his hair, and she tilted her head upward; at the same time, he closed the small distance left between them and he tipped his face downward to press his lips to hers. Rose immediately slid her hands up the back of his head and into his hair. Did the Doctor always have fabulous hair? Was it a universal constant? She smiled against his lips at that thought, and it was then that his tongue caressed the seam of her lips, begging entrance.
Rose felt her Doctor’s lips against her neck, his hands squeezing her hips, encouraging her. She opened her mouth to the older Time Lord, and his tongue slid against hers. She sighed into his mouth, and the Doctor behind her pressed his hips lightly into her backside. At the same time, the man she was snogging moved in even closer, his hips against hers. She moved the hand at his chest to slip it beneath his tweed jacket, curling her fingers at his waist.
His lips were cool against hers, as they’d always been, but the way he kissed her was intense; passionate and searching, his tongue reaching to stroke and caress the inside of her mouth as if he were trying to map and memorize every wet curve. She slipped her hand from the older Doctor’s side and reached behind her to squeeze the bum of her Doctor, who gently nipped at her shoulder. He reached his arms around her to cup her breasts, and she gasped into the mouth of the older Time Lord.
She was wet and aching, and she was overcome by the urgent feeling that they were all wearing too many clothes. She slid her hands up the chest of the older Doctor, her tongue in his mouth now, and her hands curled on his shoulders. Her fingers slipped smoothly beneath his jacket, and she pushed it down his shoulders, gripping his biceps as he wriggled his arms and let it fall to the floor.
Rose broke the kiss and moved her lips to his jaw, kissing him wetly before taking his earlobe between her lips and giving it a nibble. He gave a small groan at the feel of her breath in his ear, and she tugged at his bow tie, unfurling the knot. She untangled the last of it and pulled it from beneath his collar as she let her lips move along the creamy skin of his neck. She dropped his tie to the floor, and began using both hands to work the buttons of his shirt.
As she fumbled with the elder’s tie, the Doctor behind her traced his fingertips down her stomach. Just as she’d undone the second button of the other Time Lord’s shirt, her Doctor undid the button and zip of her trousers. As she fumbled with the third and forth buttons, he’d slipped his fingers into her knickers. He cupped his hand over her, her curls tickling his palm, and he pulled her against him. She gasped against the neck of the man in front of her as she felt her Doctor’s erection pressing against her bum. She hurriedly worked open the last buttons on the shirt of the man before her, and then pressed her palms to his bare flesh. As she pulled his shirt open, she was surprised to find that this Doctor had very little hair on his chest. She leaned back just a bit to take in the sight, deliberately pressing against her Doctor; she continued and let her hands drift lower and lower on the torso of the older Time Lord, until her fingers brushed over the slight trail of hair that began just above his navel and disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers. Her fingertips lingered at the button of his trousers before she dropped her hands to her sides.
Her Doctor pulled his hand from her knickers and used this opportunity to grab the hem of her t-shirt and tug at it. His first two fingers hooked into the fabric, and the others caressed the creamy skin at her flanks. She lifted her arms cooperatively as the Doctor removed her shirt; he tossed it to the floor, quickly going for the clasp of her bra. He watched the face of his older self as Rose’s bra fell and revealed her breasts, smirking at the dumbfounded expression that barely concealed the lust in his eyes. The older Doctor could feel more memories bleeding into his consciousness; knew how stunned he looked in this moment, taking in the dips and swells of Rose’s body. The younger Doctor smiled; he could tell his older self longed for her, just as his previous body had. The green-eyed Doctor, still gaping at Rose in an awestruck fashion, shouldered out of his braces and pulled his shirt off. The younger Doctor once again moved his hand into Rose’s knickers, over her curls and into her folds, rubbing a few firm circles into her clit before moving further down and pushing two fingers into her.
As her Doctor slid his fingers into her, the other Time Lord cupped her breasts, one in each hand. He bent to wrap his lips around her left nipple first, his fingers toying gently with the right for a moment before covering it with his palm. He gripped her for a moment before allowing his touch to become feather-light as his fingers traced along the outer swell of her breasts. She curled her fingers into his hair, tugging gently, groaning as his tongue swirled around her left nipple, his lips creating enough suction to pull it between his teeth; he nipped at it gently at the same time her Doctor curled his fingers firmly inside her. The combination of sensations caused Rose to moan and clutch at the shoulders of the Doctor nipping and nuzzling her chest began trailing a his lips to her right breast, repeating his attentions.
Her Doctor latched onto her earlobe and began sucking at it, his hot breath in her ear sending chills through her, causing her skin to contract in a smattering of goose-bumps. He mouthed her neck; lips and teeth and tongue moving up and down the column from her ear to her shoulder and back again. He slipped his fingers out of her, again moving them through her folds to find her swollen clit. Her hips bucked into him, and her hands left the older Time Lord’s shoulders and wound tightly into his hair again as he once again took her breasts in his hands, allowing his lips to leave a trail of wet kisses to her collarbone, moving closer to lavish attention on the side of her neck that his younger self hadn’t already claimed.
Rose sighed at the feeling of his bare chest against hers. She had to force herself to turn between them; she whimpered at the loss of her Time Lord’s touch between her legs as his hand slipped out of her open trousers. She tilted her head up and he leaned down to kiss her, his tongue delving past her lips and working against her tongue. He could taste his other self on her lips, and liked it more than he thought he would. The memory filtered to the older Doctor, and he grinned against Rose’s shoulder before giving it a nip. She grabbed her Doctor’s tie and tugged it from his jacket (which was still-frustratingly-buttoned), and tugged at it until the knot slipped down; he reached up and tugged it free from his collar, pulling it over his head as she undid the buttons on his jacket.
Rose was in a hurry to undress him, shoving his brown pinstriped jacket off his shoulders and pushing it down his arms. She felt the older Doctor’s tongue exploring her neck, his hands curling around her waist, his fingertips hooking into the waist of her trousers and tugging at them, trying to pull them down over her hips. His hands encircled her waist, thumbs swirling in the dimples at the small of her back. She started fiddling with the buttons of her Doctor’s oxford, but after the first two she got frustrated. She broke the kiss as she grabbed either side of his shirt and pulled, sending buttons flying off in every direction. He grinned wolfishly at her as she bent her head to lick his chest, wrapping her full lips around his right nipple as her hands fumbled with the clasp of his trousers. The Doctor hissed with pleasure at the feel of her hot human lips and the feel of her tongue against his flesh. He was achingly hard and wanted her.
Behind her, the older Doctor had managed to work her trousers down so they were low on her hips, her curls peeking over the top of her knickers; his pinkies were hooked into her belt loops, his palms pressed into the smooth trembling skin of her belly. Rose pulled at her Doctor’s trousers, and freed his erection from the confines of his pants. She reached to take his length in her fist, but he took her gently by the wrist instead and, walking backward, guided her to the bed, his other self trailing hesitantly behind. Her Time Lord turned to the side so she could sit, and she looked up into the green eyes of the older Time Lord as she held out her hand to him, beckoning him with her eyes, wiggling her fingers slightly. He stepped forward almost timidly, and curled his fingers around hers. She gripped his hand gently and pulled him to stand before her. Both Doctors now stood in front of her; the younger standing exposed before her, his body betraying the anticipation he felt, the moisture at his tip shining in the dim light; the older still hidden from her, his erection straining against the front of his trousers.
Rose fought the urge to reach for the men before her, and moved backward until she was fully on the bed, her head resting on the pillows. She kicked off her shoes and tugged at her trousers, wriggling her hips to work them down and off. Her ardor made her bold; she bent her legs and moved deliberately so they could see where her thighs came together; see what their attentions were doing to her body. The looks they gave her caused her womb to tighten; the younger’s look of lust and want, and the elder’s look of disbelief and reverence. They looked at each other for a moment and immediately began undressing themselves, the older Doctor nearly falling over as he struggled to remove his impractical, dressy footwear.
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