Fic: "Clandestine"
Title: Clandestine
Rating: M/R (future violence and bit more cheekiness)
Status: Work in Progress
Pairing: 10/Rose
Spoilers: Parting of the Ways, ‘Independence’, ‘Harmonious’
Summary: Life has ups and downs, turns and straight roads and hindrances. Even with his life taking the turn that would make everything else seem so insignificant, one hindrance threatens the future that the TARDIS guided the two of them to. (10th Doctor/Rose) sequel to Harmonious.
Prolouge / Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three
Chapter Four / Chapter Five / Chapter Six
Author's Note: Chapter credit goes to aelie_baby because she knows so much about the backstory of Whoverse, and thus she gets mundo amounts of credit. Song credit goes to Blackmore's Night, the original title of the song is "Loreley" and both aelie_baby and I decided it would fit the Cult of the Pythia well. :P
~*~
A Chance At Home
~*~
He hated parties. Which was odd, he found himself wondering, because earlier in his tenth incarnation he had loved parties. He had slowly been recovering from the loss of Gallifrey and then was shot back down into depression and self-hatred by a disease that affected the brain. It only figured that he, a great Time Lord, would be sent down a path of insanity. Maybe all the surviving - if there were any others - were doomed to be driven insane.
He looked over at Rose as she stood at the refreshments table speaking with an ambassador. She seemed to be enjoying herself as much as she could, but she’d probably enjoy it more if he weren’t standing on the other side of the room being a secluded rat. He stuffed his hands farther into his slacks and lowered his head a bit, just enough so he would only have to watch the festivities through his bangs.
He could see the king taking the Professor by the hand and leading her to the center stage. They shared words before the king nodded and took his seat beside his daughter. The music started and the Professor stood ready as the congregation began to dance. She held her hands up to the ceiling and began to sing:
“Merrily we sailed along
Though the waves were plenty strong
Down the twisted river Rhine
Following a song
Legend's faded storyline
Tried to warn us all
Oh, they called her "Loreley"
Careful or you'll fall...
Rose turned to the music as the Professor turned her hands so that the palms were towards the ceiling and the dancers started to clap along with the song. The song made little sense to her and she quickly looked for the Doctor so that he might explain it to her, but over the thunder of claps and the many people she couldn’t see him.
“Oh, the stories we were told
Quite a vision to behold
Mysteries of the seas in her eyes of gold…
Laying on the silver stone, such a lonely sight
Barnacles become a throne, my poor Loreley...
And the winds would cry, and many men would die
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...
The Doctor stood on the opposite side of the room breathing hard. He tried desperately to keep his anger and temper in check but was slowly failing. He could not believe that she would sing a song from their planet if she hated it so. The song she sang was banned, the subject frowned upon. He glanced over in Rose’s direction knowing that the TARDIS was translating the song for her, but the Professor stood singing it in Gallifreyan. The female Time Lady began to clap her hands together along with her audience and the song with a smile on her face; delighting in his torture he was sure.
“You would not believe your eyes, how a voice could hypnotize
Promises are only lies from Loreley
In a shade of mossy green, seashell in her hand
She was born the river queen, ne'er to grace the land...
Oh, the song of Loreley
Charms the moon right from the sky...
She will get inside your mind, loveley Loreley...
When she cries "Be with me until the end of time"
You know you will ever be with your Loreley...”
She began the chorus again when he had stood and forced his way through the crowd unable to control his own anger, feeling as if there was an animal inside that was ready to lash out and strike at her vocal cords for singing the song of sacrilege. As he reached the center stage she had slipped off it and stood waiting. Before he could even open his mouth she had grabbed his hands, placed one on her hip and took his other as the next song began to play.
“You seem tense, Doctor.” She teased.
“Don’t you dare start.” He seethed lowly with his Scottish accent bleeding together. He took the role of the lead in the old world dance stopping when needed. “How dare you sing that song. How dare you!”
“Why so upset?” she asked. “No one is left to be angered about it - except you. You were to keen on the history of our home world, Doctor, always. It is almost as if you hate it with a passion.”
“Of course!” he snapped. “The Pythias were frauds who stopped the knowledge of our civilization, and withheld information! They kept our world primitive!”
“But without them Gallifrey would have never become so advanced,” she paused as they split to bow before rejoining for the dance. “And did you ever thing that maybe, just maybe, if Rassilon, Omega, and the Other had never caused their rebellion then Gallifrey would still be here?”
He paused and simply stared at her. She smiled. He knew she had a point, and a good one at that. “If they weren’t removed from power then we wouldn’t have the knowledge we do now, we wouldn’t travel in space and time, we’d be primitive.”
“So then, my dear Doctor.” The Professor raised her eyebrows. “You are telling me that Gallifrey’s destruction was worth the knowledge you poses now? And you accuse me of abandoning my homeland, pathetic.” She twirled with the waltz then stepped back to him with a dark look in her eyes. “Knowledge is everything, is it? Then would you sacrifice your mate and half-child to have the knowledge on how to return Gallifrey?”
He faltered again. “Y-You know how to bring Gallifrey back?”
“I never said I did.” She said simply. “I asked if you would sacrifice the life of your mate and half-child for the return of Gallifrey, if there was a way. It seems my assumption is yes and you’d give anything for your thirst of knowledge. How sick.” She bowed before him at the end of the dance but pulled him close. “I will help your mate and half-child, but in the end you will owe me my good Doctor, you will owe me a great favor.” She leaned in and gave him the traditional kiss on the cheek before turning back to the royal family and rejoining their company.
The Doctor felt frozen, the kind where one was frozen but time was still moving around him. He knew it was because he could feel it. The Professor knew more than she was letting on, she knew something about returning Gallifrey. His home, he could finally go home and stop being a wanderer, stop blaming himself for the death of his people and his home. Something snapped inside and he became aware that people were dancing around him. He turned to find Rose but saw she was no where to be found. He quickly asked the Ambassadors that she had been speaking with.
“Left in a fit,” they answered. “Really upset about something.”
He ran out of the party and down the hall to the quarters they had been given. Something was wrong with Rose and the baby. His hearts pounded and he rushed into the quarters panting as the doors slid shut behind him. Darren looked up at him from his reading while Neu sat outside on the balcony meditating. Darren pointed his thumb at the door to the bedroom before crossing his ankles and returning to his reading.
The Doctor walked to the door but found it locked. He could get inside if he wanted; the sonic screwdriver was in his pocket. “Rose!” he called. “Rose, are you alright?” there was a muffled reply and he grabbed the screwdriver. “Rose?”
“Go away!” Rose shouted from inside her voice sounded heavy and her nose stuffed. Was she crying? He cringed at the thought. “I don’t want to talk to you! Go back to your fellow Time Lady or whatever she is!”
He stood stunned. “Rose…?” he knew in his proper mind he could understand what she was upset about, but he couldn’t now. He needed her help. “Rose what are you talking about?”
“GO AWAY!” she shouted.
The Doctor turned for Darren for an answer but the ex-Time Agent shrugged and flipped the page in his reading. He looked to Neu then back at the door. Something inside snapped, it was different from before, and soon he could feel the coldness of being alone. He wasn’t sure why he did but he slowly crept from the quarters to the location of where his precious TARDIS was to seek his solitude.
Rating: M/R (future violence and bit more cheekiness)
Status: Work in Progress
Pairing: 10/Rose
Spoilers: Parting of the Ways, ‘Independence’, ‘Harmonious’
Summary: Life has ups and downs, turns and straight roads and hindrances. Even with his life taking the turn that would make everything else seem so insignificant, one hindrance threatens the future that the TARDIS guided the two of them to. (10th Doctor/Rose) sequel to Harmonious.
Prolouge / Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three
Chapter Four / Chapter Five / Chapter Six
Author's Note: Chapter credit goes to aelie_baby because she knows so much about the backstory of Whoverse, and thus she gets mundo amounts of credit. Song credit goes to Blackmore's Night, the original title of the song is "Loreley" and both aelie_baby and I decided it would fit the Cult of the Pythia well. :P
~*~
A Chance At Home
~*~
He hated parties. Which was odd, he found himself wondering, because earlier in his tenth incarnation he had loved parties. He had slowly been recovering from the loss of Gallifrey and then was shot back down into depression and self-hatred by a disease that affected the brain. It only figured that he, a great Time Lord, would be sent down a path of insanity. Maybe all the surviving - if there were any others - were doomed to be driven insane.
He looked over at Rose as she stood at the refreshments table speaking with an ambassador. She seemed to be enjoying herself as much as she could, but she’d probably enjoy it more if he weren’t standing on the other side of the room being a secluded rat. He stuffed his hands farther into his slacks and lowered his head a bit, just enough so he would only have to watch the festivities through his bangs.
He could see the king taking the Professor by the hand and leading her to the center stage. They shared words before the king nodded and took his seat beside his daughter. The music started and the Professor stood ready as the congregation began to dance. She held her hands up to the ceiling and began to sing:
“Merrily we sailed along
Though the waves were plenty strong
Down the twisted river Rhine
Following a song
Legend's faded storyline
Tried to warn us all
Oh, they called her "Loreley"
Careful or you'll fall...
Rose turned to the music as the Professor turned her hands so that the palms were towards the ceiling and the dancers started to clap along with the song. The song made little sense to her and she quickly looked for the Doctor so that he might explain it to her, but over the thunder of claps and the many people she couldn’t see him.
“Oh, the stories we were told
Quite a vision to behold
Mysteries of the seas in her eyes of gold…
Laying on the silver stone, such a lonely sight
Barnacles become a throne, my poor Loreley...
And the winds would cry, and many men would die
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...
The Doctor stood on the opposite side of the room breathing hard. He tried desperately to keep his anger and temper in check but was slowly failing. He could not believe that she would sing a song from their planet if she hated it so. The song she sang was banned, the subject frowned upon. He glanced over in Rose’s direction knowing that the TARDIS was translating the song for her, but the Professor stood singing it in Gallifreyan. The female Time Lady began to clap her hands together along with her audience and the song with a smile on her face; delighting in his torture he was sure.
“You would not believe your eyes, how a voice could hypnotize
Promises are only lies from Loreley
In a shade of mossy green, seashell in her hand
She was born the river queen, ne'er to grace the land...
Oh, the song of Loreley
Charms the moon right from the sky...
She will get inside your mind, loveley Loreley...
When she cries "Be with me until the end of time"
You know you will ever be with your Loreley...”
She began the chorus again when he had stood and forced his way through the crowd unable to control his own anger, feeling as if there was an animal inside that was ready to lash out and strike at her vocal cords for singing the song of sacrilege. As he reached the center stage she had slipped off it and stood waiting. Before he could even open his mouth she had grabbed his hands, placed one on her hip and took his other as the next song began to play.
“You seem tense, Doctor.” She teased.
“Don’t you dare start.” He seethed lowly with his Scottish accent bleeding together. He took the role of the lead in the old world dance stopping when needed. “How dare you sing that song. How dare you!”
“Why so upset?” she asked. “No one is left to be angered about it - except you. You were to keen on the history of our home world, Doctor, always. It is almost as if you hate it with a passion.”
“Of course!” he snapped. “The Pythias were frauds who stopped the knowledge of our civilization, and withheld information! They kept our world primitive!”
“But without them Gallifrey would have never become so advanced,” she paused as they split to bow before rejoining for the dance. “And did you ever thing that maybe, just maybe, if Rassilon, Omega, and the Other had never caused their rebellion then Gallifrey would still be here?”
He paused and simply stared at her. She smiled. He knew she had a point, and a good one at that. “If they weren’t removed from power then we wouldn’t have the knowledge we do now, we wouldn’t travel in space and time, we’d be primitive.”
“So then, my dear Doctor.” The Professor raised her eyebrows. “You are telling me that Gallifrey’s destruction was worth the knowledge you poses now? And you accuse me of abandoning my homeland, pathetic.” She twirled with the waltz then stepped back to him with a dark look in her eyes. “Knowledge is everything, is it? Then would you sacrifice your mate and half-child to have the knowledge on how to return Gallifrey?”
He faltered again. “Y-You know how to bring Gallifrey back?”
“I never said I did.” She said simply. “I asked if you would sacrifice the life of your mate and half-child for the return of Gallifrey, if there was a way. It seems my assumption is yes and you’d give anything for your thirst of knowledge. How sick.” She bowed before him at the end of the dance but pulled him close. “I will help your mate and half-child, but in the end you will owe me my good Doctor, you will owe me a great favor.” She leaned in and gave him the traditional kiss on the cheek before turning back to the royal family and rejoining their company.
The Doctor felt frozen, the kind where one was frozen but time was still moving around him. He knew it was because he could feel it. The Professor knew more than she was letting on, she knew something about returning Gallifrey. His home, he could finally go home and stop being a wanderer, stop blaming himself for the death of his people and his home. Something snapped inside and he became aware that people were dancing around him. He turned to find Rose but saw she was no where to be found. He quickly asked the Ambassadors that she had been speaking with.
“Left in a fit,” they answered. “Really upset about something.”
He ran out of the party and down the hall to the quarters they had been given. Something was wrong with Rose and the baby. His hearts pounded and he rushed into the quarters panting as the doors slid shut behind him. Darren looked up at him from his reading while Neu sat outside on the balcony meditating. Darren pointed his thumb at the door to the bedroom before crossing his ankles and returning to his reading.
The Doctor walked to the door but found it locked. He could get inside if he wanted; the sonic screwdriver was in his pocket. “Rose!” he called. “Rose, are you alright?” there was a muffled reply and he grabbed the screwdriver. “Rose?”
“Go away!” Rose shouted from inside her voice sounded heavy and her nose stuffed. Was she crying? He cringed at the thought. “I don’t want to talk to you! Go back to your fellow Time Lady or whatever she is!”
He stood stunned. “Rose…?” he knew in his proper mind he could understand what she was upset about, but he couldn’t now. He needed her help. “Rose what are you talking about?”
“GO AWAY!” she shouted.
The Doctor turned for Darren for an answer but the ex-Time Agent shrugged and flipped the page in his reading. He looked to Neu then back at the door. Something inside snapped, it was different from before, and soon he could feel the coldness of being alone. He wasn’t sure why he did but he slowly crept from the quarters to the location of where his precious TARDIS was to seek his solitude.