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Chapter List
- 1-Sweet as Sugar
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Sweet as Sugar Chapter Seventeen
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather is a wondermous
beta. *glomps
her * This has
some suggestive conversation in it and frank discussion of sexuality. Just a head�s up. No pun intended.

Rose opened
her eyes and felt thick, drugged. She
had only the haziest of memories of how she came to be in this cavernous
chamber with it�s ornate, glimmering tapestries that
seemed to be throbbing with a pulsing life of their own. The acolytes from before seemed to have
multiplied, lining the walls like blue-clad statues, hands folded and shaven
heads bowed. Slowly, her awareness
sharpened and she flexed her fingers, feeling the arms of the chair under her
hands, the smooth stone cool to the touch with a hint of roughness as if it
were shot through with something metallic.
Her feet were still bare, she realized, the floor icy beneath them. She was, at least, dressed. Shifting slightly, her body aching as if she
had run a hundred miles, Rose groaned softly under her breath. The acolytes looked up as one, their eyes
wide and expectant. �Um� hi�� Carefully, she slid to her feet, feeling
every abuse her body had suffered for the past few days keenly. �I�m sure you�ve all gone to a lot of trouble
here but� I�d like to leave now.�

�Rose,� a
soft voice sighed, preceding it�s owner as she came
around from behind the stone seat. �I
wish you would accept my hospitality and stay a while. The Doctor will be on
his way soon enough and we can part happily.�
The woman smiled up at Rose from her position at the foot of the
dais. �I must apologize for the
goings-on earlier. You see,� she began
climbing the steps slowly, her eyes locked on Rose, forcing the young woman to
stare back. �I have been here a very
long time. Sometimes, I forget that my
servants need instruction. They get
carried away when we have new guests.�

�Guests?� Rose asked sharply, the last traces of her
somnolence vanishing like smoke in the wind.
�Is that what you call all those people in the Market? Guests? Drugged and chained like prisoners?� She heard her voice rising, any echo muffled
by the thick tapestries. All the better
to smother you with, my dear, she thought distantly, approaching the older
woman with anger boiling to the surface, making her usually pale cheeks bloom
pink and red. �Slaves,� Rose spat. �You�re
keeping slaves!� She did not realize the
woman was moving until she found herself flat on her back, the cold stone
surface painful as the wind was knocked out of her. Trying desperately to suck in a breath, tears
leaked from her eyes as the older woman, clad in a form fitting red robe, hair
flying like a mad thing about her head, knelt on her stomach, exerting just enough
pressure to make it impossible for Rose to inhale fully.

�Slaves,�
the woman replied in a steady, calm voice, �are workers. They labor with no hope of freedom. These,� she smiled kindly, almost maternally
as her gaze flickered up to take in the acolytes before falling back to Rose
and becoming cold again, �are not slaves.� She shifted, standing smoothly, and
offered a hand up to Rose. �Oh, come on.
Take it. I don�t have time to
wait for you to regain your last shreds of dignity.�

Rose
stifled a grunt of pain as the woman jerked her to her feet, wrenching her wrist
in the process. �So I�m like them
now? The Lady is one of your�guests?�
she wheezed, her chest aching from being thrown to the floor.

�The Lady,�
her new captor smiled,
trailing a finely manicured finger down the side of Rose�s face, �The
Lady is my pride and joy. You see, I
cannot be the Lady. I am no goddess descended
to Earth. You,� she said, her voice
dropping to nearly a whisper, �are beautiful, Rose Tyler. I know that he has fallen in love with you
many times over by now. Tell me, which
is he on now? Is he at the end of
things? Does he know what happened, how
we cheated the finality of our existence?�
She cupped her hand beneath Rose�s chin and carefully examined the
younger woman�s face, turning it gently from side to side as she made
considering, humming noises low in her throat.
�Yes, you�re just the sort he would like, aren�t you? Full of youth, not a genius by any means��

�Let. Go. Of. Me.� Rose twisted
free of the grasp and retreated several steps.
�What do you know about the Doctor anyway? Just what the stories say? The legends? Oh yeah,� she went on, her eyes narrowing as
the woman snorted derisively, �He�s got legends about him. He�s a god in some worlds, you know! A god!� She was
crying, the tears leaking hot and fast down her cheeks but they were angry
tears, tears of impotent rage at the fact this woman seemed to have no
conscience and tears that there seemed to be little she could do to escape
her. �You�re insane, you old bat!�

�Tell me,
Rose� in what passes for night on the TARDIS, do you dream strangely?� The woman�s voice was clinical now. She did not advance towards Rose but the
younger woman backed up anyway, pressing against the arm of the stone
seat. Her tone was devoid of compassion,
of any sort of feeling. �Do you see
worlds you don�t know? Do you see him, in guises you have never seen
before but his eyes, his soul are the same?�
She rushed forward then, pressing her hand over Rose�s heart as if she
could read something there, feeling her pulse and the truth beating in
her. �Does he come to you in your
dreams, reaching for you? Maybe in the control center of the
TARDIS? Maybe in places that are beyond your imagining,
places of alien worlds? Do you
dream that he touches you, Rose Tyler?
That his fingers move over your flesh like butterflies? Barely brushing against you, beautiful and
delicate?�

Rose licked
her lips, drawn in by the sultry tone of the woman�s voice. She did not know if it was intentional or if
it was purely accident, but their lips were only inches apart, so close that
she found herself transfixed by the ruby red color of the other woman�s mouth,
the hooded eyes that made her think of bed, of lying but not in sleep. An indrawn breath brought pain to her ribs
and the spell was broken. �That,� she said quietly, a sharp edge in her tone, �is
none of your damned business.� She moved
to shove the woman away but found there was not enough room to move her
arms. Instead, she settled for pushing
back against her, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. �You�re nothing to him, if that�s what you�re
wondering. He�s my friend, my companion...�
She stopped herself short of saying he was her Doctor, hers and not this woman�s. The words echoed in her head as if spoken by
some divine force but she could not let herself be distracted by them. She knew that, given the chance, this woman
would seize on a weakness and exploit it.
She had known people like that at school, in the estate, and they acted,
she thought, just like this one. Manipulative, threatening, and abusive.

�He had had
many companions over the years,� the woman sighed, stepping away. �And he will have more after you.�

�How do you
know him?� Rose demanded, inhaling slowly, deeply. �How do you know how I am?�

�The Rani knows everything, child. Everything.�
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