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Sweet as Sugar
Rating: R to be safe.
Mentions of sexuality and sensuality.
Disclaimers: I own nothing. Not a thing.
This is a work of fan fiction and strictly non-profit. People with lawyers and money and lives own
these characters and such so� don�t sue!
This fic will contain sexuality, cursing and alien drug use so� be ye warned. Foxy is
a wondermous beta! *glomps* And extra special thanks
to Jeanne Dark for her help�It never hurts to have more than one set of eyes
look at a fic!

A/N This is in response to Lovepollution�s challenge on
Time_and_Chips. Here goes nothin�, lol� OH! This is Ten but I�m terming it a general
Doctor/Rose ship because�well�he�s still the Doctor, right? ;)
This is set after Jack�s return from the Gamestation. *crosses fingers for that one*

�What�ll it
be, Doctor? Blonde or brunet?�
The Doctor
looked up from his studies of the TARDIS�s information screens, scrolling
through the reams of information about their current vacation spot. Late fortieth century Venus, a human
settlement called Eros . Jack and Rose
had gone to dress for the outing, Jack insisting that they �go native�. Apparently, going native involved very little
fabric and quite a bit of body glitter.
He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it, fearing a
burst of laughter might upset Rose, who looked on the verge of tears.
�I look
like some sort of space prostitute!� she cried, tugging at the hem of the shiny
black skirt which threatened to reveal all her secrets if she stood too
straight. Or breathed.
�You don�t
look like a space hooker, Rose,� Jack chided, rolling his eyes. He tripped lightly to the Doctor�s side,
looping an arm around the Time Lord�s shoulders. �Does she, Doc?�
�Don�t you
answer that,� she snapped. �I�m going to
change!� She turned defiantly, wobbling slightly before she regained her
balance, and trod stiffly from the room, muttering under her breath about men
and high heels, her hands ready to grab for the first stationary object within
reach should her balance go again.
�She could
have just taken off the shoes,� Jack said after a lengthy pause. He was still smiling, albeit faintly, when he
turned to face the Doctor. �Should I
tell her she doesn�t have to wear that outfit?�
The Doctor
snorted softly. �It�d be for the
best. She might kill someone with those
heels�� He laughed as Jack took off down
the hall after Rose, the sound fading as he was left alone. The tight coil of jealousy in his stomach was
not foreign to him�Time Lords were not without emotion, after all, but he did
not like it. He did not like the acid
burning of this emotion, the way it made him want to behave irrationally. He really wanted, he thought bitterly,
grabbing up his beloved sonic screwdriver and securing it in the inside pocket
of his jacket, to lock Jack in a linen closet and take Rose out to see the
sights on a nice, respectable planet, somewhere that the main trade was not in
human flesh. The TARDIS had chosen
Venus, though, and Eros in particular.
He had put in the coordinates for late thirtieth century Zebulon, a nice
little colony known for it�s artificial beaches and colorful dome cities. But no, he continued his rant mentally, the
TARDIS just *had* to play one of her little jokes on him. She�d been doing that a lot since the
regeneration, he realized, not looking up as Rose and Jack returned, still clad
in basically the same, revealing, outfits but this time in sensible
footwear. �Ready?� he asked
brightly. Rose was still sulking, he
noticed. �Rose, come on! It�s a pleasure planet!�
�I�m not
looking for *that* kind of pleasure,� she muttered, striding towards the door. �I can�t believe you lot� It�s like traveling through space and time
with Mickey and his group. Wild dingoes,
the lot of you.� She jerked the door
open and gasped. Eros assaulted her senses�it was loud, bright, and
florid. The TARDIS had apparently
materialized in the midst of some sort of festival, she thought, staggering
back from the door. �What IS that?� she asked, covering her mouth and nose with
her hands, her eyes burning from the smell.
�It�s like�flowers gone terribly wrong!�
The Doctor
grimaced, moving to join her in the doorway.
�It�s the Market. It�s the center
of Eros � We have to go through it to get to the recreation center�� he paused,
glancing at Jack. Jack, he decided,
looked entirely too at ease here. �Care
to lead the way, Captain?� he asked, arching a brow.
Jack
shrugged, his smile never fading. �Sure
thing. I can show you the short cut
around the Ladies Market.� He
practically bounced out of the TARDIS and started down the flagstone paved
path, his hands stuffed in his pockets.
Rose�s jaw
dropped and she exchanged bemused glances with the Doctor before starting after
Jack. �The Ladies Market?� she asked,
catching up with him and taking his elbow to slow him down. �Why are we skipping that? Aren�t I a lady?� she asked with a hint of
teasing in her voice. �I�d like to see
it.�
�No,� the
Doctor said suddenly, appearing at her side seemingly out of nowhere. He had to jog to catch up with them but was
not even out of breath. _Nine hundred
years of sit ups are finally good for something� _ �I don�t think you would.�
�What? Is it all doilies and tea sets?� she asked
archly. �You don�t know what I would and
wouldn�t like to see��
Jack�s
smile faded as he caught the Doctor�s stern glare. He could see, in that youthful face, the
centuries of ling, of being a father and brother and lover and child, how tired
it made him and how much he wanted to shield Rose from the base pleasures of
the planet, to keep her from feeling the same worlds-weary exhaustion he had at
that moment. �No, Rose, I don�t think
so,� he began, aware of the Doctor�s
tense gaze.
She
narrowed her eyes, her tongue peeking out at the corner of her mouth, a sure
sign of plotting. Her gaze flitted
around the massive hall, finally settling on a sign. It was huge, silver and lit with multicolored
lights. There was no way, really, the
Doctor thought with a resigned sigh, that she would have missed it. In twenty languages, it gave directions to
various attractions in the Market, including the Ladies Market. Rose grinned, stuck her tongue out at the two
of them, and took off through the crowd in the direction the sign
indicated. �Just so you know,� the
Doctor said pleasantly to Jack as he set off at a steady pace after his companion,
�I�m going to kill you in your sleep.�
�Me? What for?� Jack replied, mock offended. He knew what Rose was going to see and he
knew there was no stopping her, and he told the Doctor as much. �If she sees it, she�ll think twice about
running off like this again.�
�She�s not
a child,� the Doctor shot back. �She�s a
grown woman. This isn�t like letting
some�domestic rug rat stick his hand on the stove and learn not to get burned
that way! She�s not ready to see how the
human race rises and falls��
Jack raised
a brow, stepping in front of the Doctor and stopping his progress. �Who says?
You? Her? You said it yourself, Doctor. She�s a grown woman�� He glanced at the stalls of the Market around
them, full of alien delights both domestic and personal. �She�s going to see the seedy underbelly of
the Universe and she�s going to be the better for it. You can�t shelter her, Doctor.� He paused, his lips parted to continue, but
he shook his head and made a �whatever� gesture with his hands. �Never mind.�
�Never mind
what?� the Doctor asked, his voice dripping annoyance. �She�s about to walk in to the largest human
slavery market this side of Dagoola IV [1]. A human slavery market known for it�s liberal
acquisition policies,� he added, his tone severe but not quite masking the fear
creeping into his gut, overriding the jealousy he had felt earlier. Rose was, without a doubt, a beautiful young
woman and a temptation for both the pure of heart and the sullied alike. He could see the realization come over Jack
like a wave, starting with a widening of the eyes and draining of color from
his face. �Now do you see why I�m not so
amused?� the Doctor asked, pushing past Jack and walking at a faster pace
through the crowd. The Ladies Market was
half a mile from their present location and Rose was, most likely, already
there. Jack kept up with him, weaving in
and out of the crowd until they reached the red and gold swathed entry to the
Ladies Market.
It was a structure within the
larger Market, not a stall like the other ware-sellers had. The scent of warm musk perfume and the sticky
sweet odor of manufactured flower aroma bathed them in a sickly fog. The Doctor coughed, covering his face with
the scarf he had taken to wearing, a long and rainbow colored thing he
remembered from several lifetimes ago.
Jack merely raised a brow and sauntered in, giving every appearance of
being on a shopping expedition. Females
were lined up along the walls, some chained with fine golden and jeweled ropes,
some kneeling with their heads bowed.
They were placed on large, round platforms in the middle of the Ladies
Market, standing in a group with their backs to one another, facing outwards
for the customers to examine. All types
were represented, from thin to the point of emaciated to the truly
corpulent. Every species had a
representative among the females on display.
Jack wended his way through the people examining the displays, affecting
nonchalance and leaving the Doctor standing just inside the doorway. The Time Lord lowered his scarf, wary of
drawing attention to himself, and took a step into the market, his eyes darting
to and fro, each head of blonde hair making his heart clench tightly in his
chest. The females had been drugged, for
the most part, to keep calm and silent.
The stillness was eerie�they looked, he thought, like mannequins, wax
works for public consumption. Jack was
talking to one of the traders, gesturing in a way that Rose would have found
insulting if she could see it, but the Doctor knew to be all part of the game,
all part of the scenario of Interested Male Seeks Pliant Female that played out
in this place hundreds of times per day.
�Doctor��
Rose�s soft voice at his side made
him gasp. He turned so quickly that she
drew back, startled. �Rose, thank
heaven!� He grabbed her shoulders, then pulled her into a tight embrace. �I�m so sorry you had to see this!�
�It�s fine,� she lied, her eyes red
rimmed and face pale. �It�s like
Amsterdam but� not�� She sniffled,
blinked twice, then buried her face against his chest. �Doctor, they�re slaves!
Why did you bring me here? Can�t we free
them? This is terrible! Those women�some
are children in there!� She was shaking,
startled and sickened at once.
The Doctor sighed painfully. Jack had seen them and was making his way
slowly back towards the door, trying to remain inconspicuous, just a man on a
shopping trip. The Doctor squeezed Rose again and led her towards one of the
long, red leather clad benches lining the wall outside the Ladies Market. Once used to display the more pliant females,
it was now just a seating area for customers.
He helped her to sit down, her tears coming hard and fast now, sobs
racking her body. �Rose, listen to
me�It�s not okay that this market exists but�� he paused, uncertain of how to
explain it to her. �But it does. It exists.
We can free these people, stop the slave trade here, but it won�t last. You remember what happened with the
Slitheen?�
She nodded, sniffing back a
sob. �But this isn�t like the Slitheen�
Stopping this won�t bring about the end of the world. Or of you,� she added quietly, turning wide,
luminous eyes up to meet his. �Will it?�
When he did not respond, her heart began to race, panic overtaking
sorrow. �Doctor, will it?�
He found himself caught in her
gaze. He could not look away, could not
deny her anything. Centuries of space
and time, looping over and over, he had never met anyone like her. He had never dreamed someone like her could
exist. She was his Plus One, he thought
in a fit of irrationality, already planning how to free the females imprisoned
behind them. Her face was pale save for
two bright spots of color on her cheeks, pink as roses, and her lips, full and
lush with a hint of shine from some spicy-vanilla scented gloss. She tastes like sugar, he thought. She tastes like candy floss and tea and
everything good that could make him forget things like the Ladies Market and
regeneration and Slitheens� �No,� he
said softly, not certain of how much time had passed but sure it was no more
than a few seconds. Rose was still
staring up at him with slightly parted lips, her eyes still wide but now
hopeful. �No, it won�t be the end of me,
Rose Tyler.� Her breath was soft on his
face and he remembered kissing her, remembered for what must have been the
thousandth time. It had been the first
thing he had been aware of after his regeneration and hoped it would be the
last thing he knew before his next incarnation. �We�ll do it.�

A/N There�s going to be more to
this one, lol. The plotbunny bit
me!

[1]
Dagoola is borrowed, as it were, from
Lois McMaster Bujold�s Vorkosigan saga, which I *highly* recommend to
scifi/space opera fans.
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