mtemplar_fic: (THANTH - Doctor/Rose)
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Title: To Have And Not To Hold
Author: [livejournal.com profile] mtemplar
Rating: Adult
Characters: The Doctor (Tenth), Rose Tyler
Genre: Angst, Graphic Sex, Graphic Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Doctor Who' and am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Spoilers: Series 2, up to 'School Reunion'
Author's Notes: My first Who-fic - please be gentle! Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] slayersgrl and [livejournal.com profile] nonlinearmusing for initial read-throughs and suggestions. Grammar and formatting helpfully beta'ed by [livejournal.com profile] brit_columbia and [livejournal.com profile] banshee196; general content/grammar has been kindly betaed by [livejournal.com profile] platypus - thank you all so very much!
This story is loosely based on the Fourth Doctor serial, 'The Brain of Morbius' and contains elements from the 1996 TV Movie and the NA novel 'Lungbarrow'.

Summary: The Sacred Flame of the Sisterhood of Karn has failed. Will the Doctor once again be able to put things right? Rose soon finds herself in over her head as she learns a few secrets about her traveling companion.

Previous Chapters:

Un Deux Trois Quatre Cinq Six Sept Huit Neuf Dix Onze Douze Treize Quatorze Quinze Seize Dix-Sept Dix-Huit Dix-Neuf Vingt Vingt et Un Vingt-Deux Vingt-Trois Vingt-Quatre Vingt-Cinq

Crossposted to Teaspoon and [livejournal.com profile] time_and_chips!

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Rose slowly drew her hands back from the closure of the Doctor's trousers, feeling incredibly awkward. He lay unmoving before her, his upper body tangled in the bedding and eyes wide.

"Doctor? 'M sorry, I wasn't... I mean, I just didn't wanna get the bed dirty...." She trailed off, unsure of what to do as he blinked at her and shifted in the bedding.

"Rose?"

His voice sounded hoarse and scratchy, but it was real and alive and she felt grateful with every fiber of her being. She risked glancing at him and was surprised to see a flash of what looked like fear cross his features. Thinking she could soothe him, she brought a hand to his forehead to smooth the fringe from his eyes and was dismayed when he flinched away from her touch.

"Rose? You... are you Rose?" Confused, Rose watched as he weakly pushed up from the bed and reached a tentative hand to her face.

"Please," he implored, his voice unsteady.

She suddenly realized with a pang of guilt that he didn't know whether she was herself or Melina, and that Melina had used their bond to confuse and deceive him. Leaning forward to facilitate his touch, she closed her eyes as she felt the contact of his cool fingers with her left temple.

She was in her meadow again, the golden shimmering walls that had served as mental shields now crumbling to dust around her. The shimmering particles were kicked up and swirled about by the wind, and she shielded her eyes from the assault, looking for the Doctor. She couldn't see him, but she could feel the warm sun on her face as the wind calmed to a gentle breeze that caressed her features. She could almost sense his presence if she concentrated....

"Rose." The Doctor's voice was a groan as his fingers slipped from her temple and he collapsed back down to the bed, his face drawn and exhausted. He panted for a moment before pursing his lips. "Same teeth," he noted quietly. "What happened? From the way I feel right now, I take it things didn't go quite according to plan?"

"No, not quite," Rose affirmed. "Gave me a scare, you did. I didn't know if you were going to make it for a few minutes there. Sister Ohica had to give you the last of their Elixir."

"Oh. I suppose I'm still rubbish at regeneration, then," the Doctor said quietly. "Among other things," he added under his breath. He was silent for a few moments and Rose squeezed his hand. "Where's Melina?" he asked, his eyes quickly scanning the room.

"Um... she's a baby," Rose replied. "Did you know that would happen?"

"I was fairly sure that would happen, yes," he responded, still looking around the room. "She's not in here, is she?"

"No. Sister Ohica took her. She's probably getting her nappy changed, or maybe having a sleep."

"Good, I'm glad." The Doctor shut his eyes wearily. "She'll have another chance, and I'm usually not one for second chances. Maybe she'll turn out differently this time."

"So, um... " Rose changed the subject. "Your trousers are pretty dirty and I think there might be some of that slimy stuff on them. You're gonna get the bed all messy if you leave them on."

"If they bother you that much, take them off," the Doctor replied, his eyes still closed.

"And you're ok with that?"

"I can control myself, if that's what you're worried about," he replied. "My mental shields may not be the best right now, but they're serviceable enough - " he trailed off as Rose kissed him on his cheek.

"Good to have you back," she said, grinning. Her smile faded as he opened his eyes to stare at her, an uncomfortable expression on his face. "So is this how it's gonna work then?" she accused. "You're just gonna keep shutting me out?"

He rubbed at one eye tiredly before blinking at her. "It's not like that, Rose."

"Then why don't you tell me how it is, exactly - 'cause I really think I should know." Rose prepared herself for the inevitable as the Doctor sighed heavily.

"It's just, well, it's hard to explain, really," he said as he fidgeted in the bed. "I've put a bond on you, without your consent or permission. I'm pretty sure that I remember you saying you were ok with it. Well, after the fact, of course." He paused, swallowing hard. "But that still doesn't make it right."

"'M ok with it, really - " Rose tried in vain to interrupt before he said something she really didn't want to hear, but the Doctor continued as if she hadn't spoken.

"It's a strange thing, the bonding process," he said, fatigue filtering through his voice. "I think I must've put it on you when we were on Satellite Five. I'm guessing the energy that I absorbed from you dropped my mental shields just enough to facilitate the contact. With my barriers intact, I barely perceive the bond at all. It's not that it's a bad thing, it's just something we're taught when we're young - absolute control."

"So the only time you ever, um... really feel things is when your barriers are down?" Rose asked. "That's really sad. But you can do that, yeah?"

"What, just drop them?" The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "That's actually rather difficult - goes against years of training and it isn't something that comes naturally. More of an involuntary thing, really," he said, not meeting her gaze. "Takes some getting used to - not having those barriers up. For you, it'd be akin to walking by the crowds at Buckingham Palace starkers."

"I don't understand," Rose said. "How did your people ever, um, get together with all of these barriers and things?"

"They didn't have to," the Doctor replied groggily. "With the advent of the looms, there was no real need to. At least not for the most part. When Gallifrey still existed, there were bondings and matings, for, ah... recreational purposes, in addition to providing a family unit for primary child-rearing, before secondary education commenced at the academy. Bondings were still considered a throwback to the pre-Rassilon era - a more primitive aspect of my species. They were considered a very significant cultural... thing, though, as we mate for life. Even a weak bond can affect one quite strongly." He paused, obviously uncomfortable. "After the looms were created and artron energy replaced huon energy in general use, the barriers served more of a protective function, for the males, at least. Otherwise, in a telepathic species - it'd be complete chaos. Without those barriers, all you'd be able to think about would be going off with your mate or bonded partner and... well, snogging them, to put it in human terms. Nothing would ever get accomplished, hence the training that makes it terribly difficult to get the barriers down on a conscious level - I'd have to be very relaxed, I think," he said, rubbing at one eye with a finger.

Rose tried her best to ignore the Doctor's discomfort with the subject. "If it's an involuntary thing, to drop your barriers, I mean, how did the Sisters' soporific do it?" she asked.

"I've no idea. Maybe we can get a sample later and analyze it back in the TARDIS," he replied softly.

Silence settled in the room, save for the crackling of the fire. After a few moments, Rose decided to throw caution to the wind. "Would you ever want to have your barriers dropped again? So that you could feel... things?" she asked hesitantly.

"I... I think I'd like to be able to feel a bond again. I've been on my own now for a really, really long time and it's difficult to recall how it feels - to be part of a bond, that is. But it wasn't like what it could be now... back then. I'm not making any sense, am I?" He turned his head to her, looking at her sidelong.

"Um, no."

"Didn't think so." He lay back on the pillow, closing his eyes. "It's just, it's something that will take some getting used to. I'm very obviously out of practice."

Rose scooted over to the Doctor's side, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze. "Is there anything I can do? Something I should be doing differently that would make things... easier for you? More comfortable?"

"No," he replied drowsily. "I'd never change anything about you, Rose. It wouldn't be you then, would it? If it happens, it happens."

She stroked her thumb across his in what she hoped was a comforting manner. "So... it could happen?" she asked in a small voice.

"I'm the one who put the bond on you in the first place, aren't I?" He turned on his side toward her, still holding her hand. "I don't know if I'm terribly suited to this sort of thing anymore. In fact, I never thought that I would be bonded again. It's not that it's a bad thing, just unexpected," the Doctor said, trying and failing to stifle a yawn.

"'S ok," Rose said, trying to keep her voice as normal as she could. "I won't make you talk about it." She gently disengaged her hand from his and began to rub his side slowly, up and down, until his breathing slowed and she believed he had gone back to sleep. "You'll have to put up with my lousy attempts to play nursemaid until you're feeling better, though," she said quietly.

"I've survived worse," he replied sleepily, his voice muffled in the bedding. Rose jerked in surprise.

Well, Rose thought. Still rude and, thankfully, not ginger.

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The Doctor slept for another short period of time, during which Lyra returned, bringing two pitchers of warm water and another basin with her, leaving them by the fireplace to keep them warm. After checking the Doctor's pulses and the rhythm of his hearts, she seemed to be satisfied with the progress of his recovery. Rose couldn't think of anything additional that was needed, so Lyra exited again, taking the used basins and laundry with her.

The Doctor woke again soon after Lyra left. He seemed a bit more awake, so Rose helped him into a sitting position after finally removing his trousers, ducking her head as she did so to hide her flaming cheeks. When he was tucked in again under the maroon plush bedding, Rose went through the food, finding with some disappointment that there was none of the gorgeous chocolate that had been there previously. The Doctor didn't seem upset by this, however, and proceeded to wolf down most of the bread pudding, but took his time with some of the smaller fruits that had been provided, sharing them with Rose. One tasted like a fizzy pink grapefruit with a hint of vanilla, and Rose smiled at the effervescent feel of the fruit on her tongue.

As the Doctor polished off a bowl of yellow grape-shaped fruit, Rose's gaze was drawn to his hair, still wildly askew. "We should really wash your hair," she suggested.

The Doctor paused, the last of the yellow fruit halfway between the bowl and his mouth. "Oh. Well, washing would be... good. Better than good - brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. I'll wash up when we get back to the TARDIS - "

Rose cut him off mid-sentence. "You've still got a little bit of blood in it, and I think you'd feel a lot better. We could do it right here - Lyra brought more water, so we should have everything that we need."

"Except hair gel," he pouted.

Rose rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I don't think the Sisters would have any of whatever it is you use. C'mon, let's just get it done." She watched as the Doctor popped the yellow fruit in his mouth and set the bowl back on the tray. He was obviously still reluctant, and Rose had no idea why. Exasperated, she helped him disengage himself from the bedding.

After a few minutes of gentle coaxing, the Doctor lay face down, still shirtless, with his head and shoulders hanging off the side of the bed and his lower half covered up with the maroon plush. On the floor below him was the empty basin Lyra had brought, the stoppered flask of amber-hued oil, the pitchers of warm water and the remaining towels. Rose's fingers were buried in his hair, massaging and scrubbing thoroughly and eradicating every itchy spot that she was directed to. By the time she reached the nape of his neck, the Doctor was gripping the mattress hard while kicking his feet, and giving her all sorts of throaty encouragement.

Rose grinned and indulged him, enjoying the feel of his wet hair sliding between her fingers. She was fairly sure that his hair had been clean for a while now, but every time she tried to remove her fingers, the Doctor would groan pitifully and she would go back to her gentle massage of his scalp. She'd already let him get away with it four times and her arms were beginning to tire.

After rinsing his hair with the last of the water in the second pitcher, she grabbed a towel up from the floor and began to dry his head, rubbing in slow circles while he moaned heavily and kicked his feet anew. After a second toweling to get it as dry as possible, she ran her fingers through his hair to style it as best she could, and the Doctor made a soft, contented sigh, his head and shoulders drooping over the side of the bed. Rose leaned forward to press a kiss to his bare shoulder, standing up to help resituate him back on the pillows.

After getting the Doctor tucked up in the bed again, she gazed down at his profile, wanting very much to lean closer to take in his scent as well. He turned his head to look at her then, and smiled softly, making her heart skip a beat. She scooted closer to him, curling her fingers into the crook of his elbow.

"There's something I want to tell you," Rose murmured, trying to muster up her courage, which threatened to desert her now that the Doctor was very much awake.

"What's that?" the Doctor responded, his eyes unfocused. Rose caught herself leaning forward slightly for a better look and quickly shifted back. "What is it you want to tell me?" he offered when the silence stretched longer than it should have. Rose squeezed his arm, wondering why she suddenly felt like hiding.

"Sorry, it's just... hard, that's all."

He waited patiently for her to speak and Rose tried to loosen the death-grip she now had on his arm.

"I... I love you. Please don't say anything yet, just let me finish. I mean, I love you and I think this could work, between you and me. I know how much older you are and I feel like I want to run away from you right now, but I'm through with that! Oh God, I sound completely mental, don't I?" she babbled, not wanting to meet his gaze.

"Rose," the Doctor began in a low voice, "I don't think you sound crazy at all, I know - "

"Wait, please," she pleaded in desperation. "I want, no, I need to tell you this, because you said you weren't suited to this. I've never had trouble just talking to you before and here I have something important to say to you and I feel like I'm ten years old! I don't understand this bonding stuff, but... I want to. I want to learn. I want to learn everything I can about it, from you and with you... because I love you. I don't want to make you nervous around me, or uncomfortable, or push something on you that you maybe don't want or aren't ready for, but I had to tell you. I had to," she said, her shoulders slumping.

"Rose, I understand what you're saying, but there's something I have to tell you, too. My mental barriers - " the Doctor started.

"Whatever you want to do," Rose interrupted, "I'll do it. Whatever you want, I want that too. I want you to be happy, I'll do anything to make that happen for you, just please let me try! Whatever you decide, I'll live with it, I promise. So don't feel like you have to - "

Rose was interrupted by a pair of soft lips pressed to hers. How had he sat up so quickly? He broke the kiss to whisper in her ear.

"My barriers are down."


Next Chapter

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Additional author's note: If you're interested, here's a YouTube link to listen to a live version of the song listed for this chapter, 'It's No Good' by Depeche Mode. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFe6oqtjD_8

Why, yes - I've been on a Depeche Mode kick lately!

Lyrics can be found here: http://www.depechemode.com/lyrics/itsnogood.html

Happy listening! *ducks rotten tomatoes*



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Date: 2008-05-07 03:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] butterflyborn.livejournal.com
You...

are...

so...

cruel...

*bangs head on desk, knowing it will be an entire week before anything follows the whole "My barriers are down" statement*

Loved it as always by the way, just in case you couldn't tell that from the thwacking of my head against the desk. LOL

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Date: 2008-05-07 08:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
*cautiously slides pillow across your desk and looks for some acetaminophen*

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Date: 2008-05-07 03:24 pm (UTC)
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*whimpers* You can't leave it there, it's not fair!

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Date: 2008-05-07 08:36 pm (UTC)
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*offers tea and biscuits*

*is very sorry*

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Date: 2008-05-07 03:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] principia-coh.livejournal.com
Thinking she could soothe him, she brought a hand to his forehead to smooth the fringe from his eyes and was dismayed when he flinched away from her touch.

Yep, that'd be him doubting his own eyes.

"Oh. I suppose I'm still rubbish at regeneration, then," the Doctor said quietly. "Among other things," he added under his breath.

Stop that, you! Actually, that does raise a bit of an interesting question – since your Gallifreyans live so much in the mind, is it possible that the physical cues wouldn't be the indicator he would recognize on a subconscious level – that is, when he's, erm, directly involved in the process and not observing her objectively?

"Good to have you back," she said, grinning. Her smile faded as he opened his eyes to stare at her, an uncomfortable expression on his face. "So is this how it's gonna work then?" she accused. "You're just gonna keep shutting me out?"

If you're going to bond to her and then turn around and go back to the way things were, that is unfair.

"So the only time you ever, um... really feel things is when your barriers are down?" Rose asked. "That's really sad. But you can do that, yeah?"

Would this be 'feel things in general' or 'have romantic/sexual feelings'?

Silence settled in the room, save for the crackling of the fire. After a few moments, Rose decided to throw caution to the wind. "Would you ever want to have your barriers dropped again? So that you could feel... things?" she asked hesitantly.

One imagines that might be why he mentioned the possibility of analyzing the soporific aboard the TARDIS, so that effect might be duplicated?

"Didn't think so." He lay back on the pillow, closing his eyes. "It's just, it's something that will take some getting used to. I'm very obviously out of practice."

Hello, she enjoyed it, Doctor!

"You'll have to put up with my lousy attempts to play nursemaid until you're feeling better, though," she said quietly.

"I've survived worse," he replied sleepily, his voice muffled in the bedding. Rose jerked in surprise.


Yeah, like having Jackie try to check out his meat and two veg. XD

The Doctor didn't seem upset by this, however, and proceeded to wolf down most of the bread pudding…

Almost getting stabbed to death takes a lot out of a Time Lord! I'm sure he can use all the caloric density he can get.

One tasted like a fizzy pink grapefruit with a hint of vanilla, and Rose smiled at the effervescent feel of the fruit on her tongue.

Ooh, that sounds nifty!

"Except hair gel," he pouted.

Ah-ha, so the truth will out! \o/

By the time she reached the nape of his neck, the Doctor was gripping the mattress hard while kicking his feet, and giving her all sorts of throaty encouragement.

Tee hee. He's silly.

She'd already let him get away with it four times and her arms were beginning to tire.

Oh, you love running your fingers through his unmucked hair and you know it!

He waited patiently for her to speak and Rose tried to loosen the death-grip she now had on his arm.

I'm waiting for the Doctor to finish his ten-count and announce loudly and flatly 'Ow?'

Rose was interrupted by a pair of soft lips pressed to hers. How had he sat up so quickly? He broke the kiss to whisper in her ear.

"My barriers are down."


Let the smut commence!

*ahem*

I mean, good for him! Is that what all the extra head-rubbing requests and kicking around was about?

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Date: 2008-05-07 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
Yep, that'd be him doubting his own eyes.

He's doubting a bit more than his eyes - Melina did a number on him.

Actually, that does raise a bit of an interesting question – since your Gallifreyans live so much in the mind, is it possible that the physical cues wouldn't be the indicator he would recognize on a subconscious level – that is, when he's, erm, directly involved in the process and not observing her objectively?

The physical cues are only part of what he recognizes as 'Rose', yes. Melina may have done a good job of deceiving him, but she obviously wouldn't be able to duplicate Rose's mind.

If you're going to bond to her and then turn around and go back to the way things were, that is unfair.

Well, to be fair, the bond was very weak prior to all of the *cough* artron exchange/donation/whatnot. He wasn't aware of it and has kind of had it sprung on him out of the blue. Not that he's opposed to it, though.

Would this be 'feel things in general' or 'have romantic/sexual feelings'?

This would be the overwhelming romantic/sexual feelings. He'll still have surface traces, but the majority would be blocked by the mental shields.

One imagines that might be why he mentioned the possibility of analyzing the soporific aboard the TARDIS, so that effect might be duplicated?

Heh. Kind of like 'Time Lord' Viagra! *grins*

Yeah, like having Jackie try to check out his meat and two veg. XD

Ew. In this universe, Rose and Mickey did the clothes-changing - and Rose was too shy to look. ;)

Almost getting stabbed to death takes a lot out of a Time Lord! I'm sure he can use all the caloric density he can get.

That and Ten likes nibbles. And chicken wings. And jam....

Ooh, that sounds nifty!

Doesn't it? I had a dessert sort of like this at Palace Arms about a year ago. It was a grapefruit sorbet, but before you could dig in, the chef came around and sprayed you with what he called 'air' - it was vanilla and fizzy. The sorbet was really good with it. It was an experimental thing he was doing for the chef's table, and I haven't seen it since. *is bummed*

Ah-ha, so the truth will out! \o/

*grins* He's just coming up with excuses.

Tee hee. He's silly.

And he really likes it. Rose has discovered a kink!

Oh, you love running your fingers through his unmucked hair and you know it!

Ha! That's why she let him get away with the begging!

I mean, good for him! Is that what all the extra head-rubbing requests and kicking around was about?

Yeah, he figured the barriers would come down, he just didn't think it would be that quick.

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"My barriers are down": best pickup line ever. Have to do with the hair-washing, or sisterhood intruding? ;)
Edited Date: 2008-05-07 06:03 pm (UTC)

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Date: 2008-05-07 08:58 pm (UTC)
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Heh. Now you can all walk into the nearest bar and announce this. Men will come. Running. *grins*

Ten really liked having Rose's fingers in his hair. The barriers came down pretty quick after that.

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Date: 2008-05-07 03:43 pm (UTC)
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Aaaaawwwwwww loved it, but, as always, you leave it at the best bit. *Does upset moaning bouncing whine* (Don't ask) This week is going to be MURDER!!

mucho loves!!!

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(Evil cliffhanger!!!)

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Hrm. My next chapter must not be up yet over at Teaspoon. It's been almost 12 hours now. *sighs*

*Does upset moaning bouncing whine* (Don't ask)

Oh - now I HAVE to ask, since you said not to. *grins*

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Date: 2008-05-07 03:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] measi.livejournal.com
The aforementioned disturbing stuff? Yes, glad to see it brought back up here - and that it's making the Doctor disturbed. But you're handling it wonderfully.

And I just want to slap him because through most of this he sounds so perfectly like a typical guy - maddening in his inability to communicate or express how he feels.

And yes - you're evil. But it's why we love you.

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Date: 2008-05-07 09:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
Oh good - glad to hear that. If you really want to slap Ten, you'll have to get in line behind Rose. *grins*

Thanks for the kind comment!

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Date: 2008-05-07 03:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melnay13.livejournal.com
Oh, he is cute when he is unsure of himself. Can I just say that I loved the bit you wrote at the end with Rose thinking he was going to shut her down. Great stuff:)

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Date: 2008-05-07 09:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
Hee! You'll really like the opening of the next chapter then! *grins* And thank you!

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Date: 2008-05-07 04:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brilliantomega.livejournal.com
All I'm going to say is that payback will be sweet.

(Love it.)

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Date: 2008-05-07 09:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
Can't... stop... staring... icon....

One wonders how many takes they did with that particular scene. And payback? Who's getting the payback? *is confuzzled*

(Thank you!)

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Date: 2008-05-07 05:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-lucky-stars.livejournal.com
Woah, what a cliffhanger. Wonderful! Next week cannot come fast enough.

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Date: 2008-05-07 05:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honorh.livejournal.com
Um, there's something wrong with your chapter. It just cuts off right before the Story-Appropriate Smut. Might wanna fix that. I'll be waiting. *taps foot impatiently*

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Date: 2008-05-07 09:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
Ha! I might fix that... next week? *grins*

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Date: 2008-05-07 05:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lostwolfchats.livejournal.com
Flings rotten veg - how COULD you?!!!!!!!!

Sulks

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Date: 2008-05-07 09:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
*ducks and runs away*

*comes back to offer tea and biscuits*

Great...

Date: 2008-05-07 05:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amybtvsfreak.livejournal.com
...I've just ruined another pair of panties.

I think I'll need to buy extras for reading your stories. ;o)

Re: Great...

Date: 2008-05-07 09:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
And that icon is very appropriate! *grins* And this chapter didn't have much going on!

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Date: 2008-05-07 05:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blackadder72.livejournal.com
And thus the ritual Dance of Squee that commences faithfully each Wednesday since starting this story ends with the equally ritualistic Dance of OMG! Where's-A-TARDIS-When-You-Need-One-So-It-Can-Be-Next-Wednesday-Already? ;)

Great chapter!

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Date: 2008-05-07 09:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
That's a lot of dancing - you DO need a TARDIS!

And I must see this Dance of Squee someday....

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Date: 2008-05-07 06:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] slvrcrystalc.livejournal.com
You've made me want to re-read your entire story, just so I won't moan about needing the next chapter!

I loved this:
"It's just, well, it's hard to explain, really," he said as he fidgeted in the bed. "I've put a bond on you, without your consent or permission. I'm pretty sure that I remember you saying you were ok with it. Well, after the fact, of course." He paused, swallowing hard. "But that still doesn't make it right."
It IS not right, but we all love him anyway.

And:
"I've survived worse," he replied sleepily, his voice muffled in the bedding.
That was really rude! Really really!

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Date: 2008-05-07 09:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
*laughs* I re-read the other night, just to keep things straight in my head as to what I've told you so far - that took a while.

It IS not right, but we all love him anyway.

Yup - Ten was naughty and Ten is still rude. Rose is grateful.

Thanks for the kind comment!

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Date: 2008-05-07 06:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ascendant-angel.livejournal.com
Wonderful. I loved this chapter the only problem was there wasn't enough.

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Date: 2008-05-07 09:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
Thanks! That seems to be the common complaint today. *grins*

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Date: 2008-05-07 07:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salimali.livejournal.com
You are the queen of the cliffhanger :) Not so, evil cliffhanger, but an OMG what happens next cliffie :)

Is it next Wednesday yet??? Where's a TARDIS when you need it?

Loving your stuff x

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Date: 2008-05-07 09:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
Me? *looks around* I think [livejournal.com profile] brilliantomega is starting a cliffhanger club... *nudges her* I'll join!

And [livejournal.com profile] blackadder72 has the TARDIS right now - you might have to dance to get in, though. *grins*

And thank you!

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Date: 2008-05-07 07:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bananasandroses.livejournal.com

Brilliant as always. I’m interested in how he still doesn’t believe himself worthy of her. Inferiority complex working overtime, much?

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Date: 2008-05-07 09:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Well, lesse - he's blown up his home, lost his family, has had everything (pretty much) he loves taken away from him - I'd be cautious too about being happy.

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Date: 2008-05-07 08:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] arethusa85.livejournal.com
I was so looking forward to this update and you definitely did not disappoint! I'm happy that they got most of what is going on out into the open. And it seemed like the Doctor may have anticipated what the hair washing might lead to... Can't wait for the resolution to this week's cliffhanger!

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Date: 2008-05-07 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
There's still lots more airing out to do, but yeah - they have the mains covered. And yes, the Doctor had a very good idea of what might happen with Rose's fingers in his hair - he just didn't anticipate it happening that quickly! *laughs* Resolution next week, with an all-new cliffhanger to throw tomatoes at me for! *grins*

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Date: 2008-05-07 08:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dominamia.livejournal.com
what the french, toast?


excellent chapter!

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Date: 2008-05-07 10:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
*snickers* Aucun pain grillé français dans cette histoire!

Merci!

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Date: 2008-05-07 10:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] scubagurl22.livejournal.com
Personally I think you just enjoy messing with us.....


So getting his head rubbed brings his barriers down eh? Was that why he was putting up such a fight to have his hair washed? Oh and yay for mindscapes!

And yay!! Next week we get the "bad in bed" speech and more mindscapes!
Right?! We do get that next week right?!

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Date: 2008-05-07 10:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
Ha!

Yes, he's very partial to Rose's fingers in his hair, and he had a pretty good idea of what would happen if he let her wash his hair. Poor guy!

And - you'll be getting one of the two. *grins*

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Date: 2008-05-07 11:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bippy24.livejournal.com
Ah! You cut it off! Great chapter! I really loved Rose washing and drying the Doctor's hair. It was so intimate.

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Date: 2008-05-07 11:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
And he really, really liked it, obviously. *grins* Thank you!

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Date: 2008-05-07 11:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] huggabledog.livejournal.com
Lovely, they really deserve some happiness after what they've been through. The Doctor's reaction to having his hair washed was so cute. Go Rose.

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Date: 2008-05-08 12:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
You're missing Melina - I can tell. *grins*

Yep, Ten is very cuddly right now. Lucky, lucky Rose.

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Date: 2008-05-08 12:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angelfireeast.livejournal.com
Great update:D Knew Rose could get those barriers down:D

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Date: 2008-05-08 12:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
Yup - she's a resourceful girl, Rose. And thanks!

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Date: 2008-05-08 01:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kammgirl.livejournal.com
You are the biggest tease in the entire world and I am stamping my foot at you.

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Date: 2008-05-08 02:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
*runs away and hides*

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Date: 2008-05-08 02:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shengirl.livejournal.com
Lovely chapter. The image of Rose washing a squirmy Doctor's hair is pretty hilarious, and I loved the ending. :D

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Date: 2008-05-08 02:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mtemplar-fic.livejournal.com
Yeah, that was fun to visualize. Thanks for the kind comment!
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