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He Needed Me	By : tierran Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 6297 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: The concept nor the characters of Dr. Who are mine. The BBC and Russel Davies own everything. I'm merely borrowing their toys for the purpose of this story and in no way am I making a dime out of this.

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Chapter 12

Rose jolted out of her reclined position.

Paling.

He sounded so chipper and excited and all she could do was worry about one thought. One question that just kept buzzing through her panicked mind over and over again. Is he leaving me for her? She could understand, a bit. This Scholar was his own kind. And they apparently had a long history together.

Hastily wiping away a tear though he couldn�t see it, trying to squash her internal pain.

His �voice� was worried and concerned, obviously feeling her panic.

Pasting on a happy smile and trying to make her �voice� sound the same.

His �voice� devoid of any trace of humor. If anything, he sounded and felt a little hurt.

She snapped it at him, obviously frustrated and angry and working herself up into a good fury. She knew she didn�t have a right to it but since when had her emotions ever been rational.

She could almost hear the pout and she chuckled to herself, looking down at her hoodie and toying with the string before sighing. She was being absurd, she knew that she was but she had to hear him say it.

She winced, her brain throbbing and now understanding what he meant by controlling decibels. Obviously she�d surprised him or he wouldn�t have been nearly so �loud�. She swallowed but soldiered on because she had to know.

She tried not to sound jealous though she knew she failed miserably. His �voice� was a low growl of a tone, not happy with her. She frowned, thinking of her schooling. She scowled to herself because that�s exactly where her mind had wandered.

But she knew he was right. Grimacing.

Flinching, �voice� meek. She couldn�t explain her fear. She couldn�t explain her emotions at all lately. She�d been completely out of sorts and it was only getting worse, not better. She curled up on the Captain�s chair a bit, hugging herself and just feeling miserable and wishing it were his arms wrapped around her as he whispered reassurances to her.

From his side the Doctor rubbed at his temple and sighed to himself. She was only twenty-two. He needed to cut her a bit of slack even if her distrust hurt. He knew she loved him un-flagingly but it was just natural for her to have these fears. They were just newly mated after all. Hadn�t been more than a month, really, and not even a fourth of that had she had him all to herself. People to save, fights to be won and all that. He really needed to concentrate more on her than he was.

Very carefully he sent her a mental hug and felt her relax, soothed.

Smiling to himself, putting every ounce of love he had into the sent thought.

�So, this Rose...is that your choice or a lack of options?�

Giving her a glare once he was sure Rose was tucked away for a bit of sleep, �My choice.�

Scholar smiled just a bit. Well, she was known as Scholar once, might as well continue to use the name even if she wasn�t that woman anymore, �Defensive...interesting.�

He crossed his arms, �I have a question of my own. Did Scholar volunteer for you or did you just consume her?�

Her own arms crossed, �Problem?�

Voice almost dripping with sarcasm, �No, not at all. You�re running about in a Timelady�s body, her mind altered so I can�t feel her very existence. So I have to wonder if you didn�t force yourself on her and tear her apart just to escape from the Nebula. Yes, now that I think about it I can�t think what�s there to be upset about.�

�You know, I don�t remember you being nearly this judgmental.�

Tone flat, �Things change.�

Eyes flashing gold for a moment, �Indeed they do.� She gave him a withering look, �Fine. You haven�t heard from me, Scholar, in quite some time. I must have been assumed dead.�

Nodding, a shadow of pain crossed his face but it was gone in an instant, �Centuries ago.�

She pursed her lips a bit, her words blending of an accent and not. Of Shadow and of Scholar, �What I said was true. I did go after the Daleks. We fought. I lost. My TARDIS was damaged and drifting...pulled into the Nebula. The life was being consumed, both mine and my ship...and then I wasn�t alone. My body was surrounded by a dark mist, by a creature with the strangest gold eyes...she breached through the surface of my ship as if moving through water and she reached out to my mind... and offered me a choice. I could die, the Nebula tearing my atoms apart...or she could protect me and we would drift in space. We would merge as one being, our thoughts and feelings no longer separate but shared.� She shrugged a bit, her eyes flashing gold again for just an instant before it faded back to green, �My mate was gone, there was nothing left for me but I knew she needed me so...� She glanced up at the sky and shrugged to herself, �As an incorporal creature, my physical being could be manipulated, genetics changed subtly enough for her essence to be incorporated into it. The Nebula had already destroyed the electrical field keeping my atoms together so it was rather easy for her.�

The Doctor glanced away, grinding his teeth a bit to keep his jabbering jaw shut. He�d made this mistake with Jack once and he wasn�t about to repeat himself. Jack was immortal, going against every law the universe was built on but the man had opened his eyes to his own prejudice against him. Yes, she was a product against the natural order of things and when he looked into her eyes all he saw was how wrong she was but this was still Scholar, �How-...�

She wagged a finger at him, �Quid pro quo. It�s my turn.� She grinned to herself after a moment, �What species, for my own curiosity?�

Giving her a level look, easily following her shift in subjects, �Human.�

Smirking, �Ah, you always were fascinated with them, Theta.�

Sighing almost tiredly, �Don�t call me that, that�s not me anymore.�

Nodding after a minute, �Yes, I suppose Doctor is more appropriate for you. You�ve settled yourself nicely into your title I must say.�

�Thank you.�

His tone was flat and she rolled her eyes, �Still no sense of humor, I see.�

Huffing to himself, �I�ll have you know I have an absolutely marvelous sense of humor.� Glaring at
her, �I just don�t enjoy being the butt of the joke.�

Holding up her hands, �Alright then.�

Brow furrowing, �How did you survive the war?�

She smiled sadly to herself, �Part of me exists in a realm without matter, without space, without time...since time has no place in me or through me, this body is protected from the ravages of it. I am a paradox, basically. But a protected one. Were it even possible and she to ever leave, I would cease to be.�

The Doctor nodded slowly in understanding. She was Scholar, yet she wasn�t and there was never a possibility of going back from that, �I�m sorry.�

Shaking her head, correcting him, �You saved the rest of the universe...we were a small price to pay for that.� He hung his head a little, staring sightlessly at the platform, �But the right choice, those monsters had to be stopped.� He looked up, startled at her approval. Scholar had never approved of war. Her eyes glinted of hidden rage, answering his unasked question, �If you saw what they did to my mate and children, you�d understand.� He just nodded once to her. If he recalled she�d only found her mate seven or eight years before, and her two children had been very young. She pursed her lips a little, �Soo...a human...they live what, sixty? Eighty years?� He glanced away with a flinch and she softened, �I�m sorry...but you had to know.�

A ghost of a smile tugged at his lip, �I knew. But a life without Rose...� He shuddered at the very thought before firming his jaw, �I�d rather have her lifetime with her than a life without her.�

She narrowed her eyes at him at his unconscious slip of the tongue, �What regeneration is this, for you?�

He studied his fingernails, �Ninth regeneration, tenth body.�

Hissing, �You willingly bonded to a being of such a limited life span on your tenth body. Are you mad?�

His brown eyes met her dumbfounded green ones, �I would rather-...�

Her voice hard and angry, near to furious and it felt good, �You�ve shortened your own life by more than-...you�ll die when she does, have you lost your senses??�

Smiling serenely, �I love her.�

Scholar lost all color, �That�s impossible.� It truly was. For the last thousand years children from Gallifrey were �manufactured� in a way. Genetically cured of diseases and defects, grown in looms after eggs were fertilized. Families watched their children grow, be born, and raised them until they were 8 before they were sent off for education and eventual placement, either in TARDIS units or scientific careers. Children raised to be professional, to be scientific, a world void of unnecessary emotions. Emotions only complicated matters and clouded judgement. Only those that were conceived accidentally and born naturally could still love. Those children were not deemed fit for schooling and were left to be educated by their families, found placement jobs in less desirable positions and ultimately lived quiet, planet bound lives.

Shaking his head, �The only thing impossible is not to love her.�

Blinking once, �She must be one hell of a woman.�

He nodded in agreement, �She is.�

That quirk of a grin made another appearance, �Can�t wait to meet her.�

He raised a challenging eyebrow, �So you want to be free now?�

She sighed a tortured sigh, �I suppose. The scenery was getting a bit...blah.� She stuck her tongue out a bit and his eyes danced with amusement. Her eyes flicked to the left, �We�re landing. Hang on for dear life.�

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