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Sweet as Sugar Chapter Fifteen
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Betas are a wondermous wondermous
sort of people. J Thanks to all for reading and reviewing and
being so patient with the time I take to write the updates. Too many fics at
once! J

Rose
watched it happen as if it were a television program with the sound turned
down. First, they stripped her of the
Doctor�s jacket and she whimpered unintentionally, instantly missing the
comforting feel of it, the orange-patchouli-honey smell of him that had enveloped
her and triggered some feeling of safety deep in her brain. They laid it carefully aside, folding it and
setting it on a low, brushed metal bench.
Then they took her wrists and led her gently to the center of the
room. The accolades, she called them
mentally. The women
with the shaved heads that had attended her and the others on her first hours
in the Temple of the Lady. These
were not the ones from before though�these accolades moved differently. They moved, she thought, like water. Cool and
efficient, not looking at her with anything more than clinical interest.

A short female, her eyes pale blue
and lips a deep red, took Rose�s arms and extended them out to either side,
stepping back to sweep an assessing gaze over her human body. Rose barely felt hands moving over her
sweaty, dirt-and-dust smeared flesh as more accolades came forward, touching
her and seemingly measuring her with their eyes. She was numb.
She was scared beyond reason, more scared than she had been at the end
of the world. More scared than she had been during the Blitz. Now, she was alone. The Doctor was somewhere else entirely and
she knew, knew in a way that she could not describe,
that he would not burst in and save her like before. Jack was with him, she thought distantly, and
that gave her some small amount of comfort.
Strong fingers pinched her hips and she was jerked back into her own
head in an instant. �Oy!� she snapped, her shield of bravado coming up to cover
her fear. �No touching!�

�We must,� the tallest of the
accolades sighed, turning her gaze momentarily heavenward. Rose guessed she must be quite aged for this
world, or highly positioned. The other accolades drew back as she spoke and,
while she did not look elderly, she carried herself with the air of one who had
been around far longer than she had hoped to be. �You have bested the Champion. You must be dressed and ornamented for the
festivities. Tonight is your Court. You will choose your attendants then and
tomorrow�� she trailed off, spreading her hands in a �you figure it out�
gesture.

�What?� Rose lowered her arms, belatedly realizing
that she stood spread eagled before these strangers. �I didn�t finish that freak show challenged
back there� What do you mean I bested her?�
She crossed her arms over her chest, then seemingly thought better and
lowered her hands to cover areas further south.
�Can I get some clothes in here? Now?� She felt
gross�her hair was oily and matted with dust, her body ached and she was sure
she stunk to high heaven. The sickly
sweet smell of some sort of incense permeated the room as the accolades dispersed, she hoped to bring her clothing. Only the tallest one remained,
her expression cool and assessing. �Quit
staring at me! This is insane� I�m getting out of here.� She took a step forward but the accolade
moved in front of her, blocking her retreat.
�I can take you, you know. I took
Mickey down once�he�s a strong guy. But
he got in me way when I was leaving Sue McAllister�s party and� Why the Hell am
I babbling?� She abandoned her attempt
at modesty to rake her fingers through her hair. Her heart felt as if it were going twice as
fast as it should, and her limbs were starting to feel wobbly, like jelly. �Oh, God� I�m gonna be sick�� Her knees buckled and she barely managed to
push her hair back in time before she was violently ill on the floor, dry
heaves wracking her body.

�This seems to be a trait for your
species. Stop it immediately,� the
accolade ordered in a cool, imperious voice.
�As the Lady, you will be expected to present yourself with an aura of
decorum in addition to the other traits mandated by history and time.�

Rose sniffed furiously, rocking
back onto her heels and glaring at the accolade with tear-filled eyes. �What?� she croaked. �I�m not the Lady.
You�re wrong� I�m Rose Tyler of Earth, companion to the Doctor and� I guess
companion of Captain Jack��

�You are The Lady,� the accolade
cut her off. �You have bested the Champion. You showed cunning and skill and a
great bent towards self preservation. We
have looked into your mind, Rose Tyler of Earth.� She motioned someone forward and two
accolades, scarcely more than children, scurried to the fore, holding a rich,
red robe that seemed to exude light, carefully avoiding the mess at Rose�s
knees. �We have seen your power. We have
seen what you are capable of. You are
the Lady. The besting of the Champion
proved to us that you are the one we have been waiting for.�

Slowly, Rose stood. The two young females busied themselves dressing
her, moving her arms this way and that, adjusting the ties to the robe and the
fall of the fabric as she worked on which phrase to say first: the one with the
directive that was rude in any language or the one the Doctor would more likely
approve of. �What do I have to do?� she
heard herself ask before she could change the words. The smell of the incense was nearly
overpowering, making her feel shaky and weak and nauseated all at once. One big ball of ick,
she thought miserably.

�You are to be taken to the baths.
There, you will be bathed clean before the ceremonial bath later, to be done
before court. You will be given your
raiment then. In the meantime, you will
wear that,� she made a negligent gesture at the red robe hanging from Rose�s
shoulders.

Rose swallowed thickly, her eyes
sliding closed against her will. �Why am
I the Lady?�

�We all need something to believe
in,� the accolade murmured, long fingers pushing Rose�s hair gently from her
face. �And you�re it for now.�

A/N Starting next chapter, I�m
going to try and make these a bit longer.
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