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Sweet as Sugar	By : Nemain Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 11034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sweet as Sugar Chapter Eighteen

Disclaimers Apply

A/N Mucho thanks to Foxfeather for being a wondermous cross-genre beta! J And thanks to all of y�all for your feedback and support! Frankenputer is still evil but I�m feeling better now so on with the ficcage, lol�

Rose blinked twice, her lips curling into a semblance of a smile. �This,� she finally said, �is too ridiculous for words.� She shook her head, pushing blonde locks behind her ears, and adjusted the drape of the robe wrapped about her shoulders. �I think you�re in need of some serious help, lady.� She jerked her chin and added in a tone that would have put a chill in a cadaver, �You�re daft.�
�You do not speak to me like that!� the Rani hissed, narrowing her eyes to serpentine slits. She made a quick motion by her hip and Rose noticed for the first time that the acolytes were slowly pressing closer. �Centuries I have been studying your sort, the poor and ignorant species throughout the universe. For centuries, I have improved on you, brought you closer and closer to perfection. The human race has been, by far, the most interesting of all�� She took another step towards Rose, her long fingers spreading in a gesture that usually showed harmlessness but was distinctly sinister coming from the Rani. �You�re all so hopeful,� she sighed, her smile predatory and edged. �So�delicate. Easily manipulated,� she added, cocking her head to one side, assessing Rose critically. �So easy to be bored with you all, but oddly I find you fascinating.�
Rose swallowed a lump in her throat, the words she longed to shout at this woman dying before they could be spoken. She knew enough, now, to know when to keep quiet and when an outburst would not get her killed or worse. She could not help but think, though, that this woman, this creature, sounded too much like the Doctor to ignore. He had said similar things about humans on more than one occasion, though with considerably less avarice. �Are you,� she began, then paused to clear her throat of the squeak it seemed to have develop, �are you not human then?� she finished, amending it from �a Time Lord.� She was cold, the thick smell of the incense making her lids droop again. I�m being drugged, she thought. Whatever that is that�s burning, it�s a narcotic of some sort. She felt dizzy and exhausted, her thoughts threatening to muddle into disorder and pure nonsense. �I need to sit down,� she muttered, dropping unceremoniously to the floor, the red fabric of her robe puddling around her knees. She watched as the Rahne�s boot-clad feet came closer, stopping less than a metre away. �What�s this goddess mess then?� Rose asked, slurring slightly as she strove to maintain a semblance of logic and order. �The slaves��
The older female, her face momentarily twisting into something akin to annoyance, crouched down before Rose, her long-fingered hands relaxed on her own knees but reminding the younger one of claws still. �They are not slaves,� she snarled, the rough and violent tone of her voice at odds with the placid expression on her face. �They are research subjects. I have had this argument countless times with�� She closed her eyes for a second, then opened them to focus a penetrating stare on Rose. �I have had this discussion with beings far more intelligent and useful than you. They are not my slaves. They are my research subjects. And you, dear Rose Tyler of Earth, are my prize. You are beautiful, young, fertile� you appeal to species across the board, not just humans.� She rose, holding out a hand and waiting for Rose to accept. Pulling her to her feet, the Rani continued in a clinical, almost academic tone, tugging Rose along behind her as she left the dais and moved through the ring of acolytes, heading for the far wall where a door stood waiting. �The domes of Venus have been one of my longest running experiments. They�ve been in place since�why, since before the mice ate the president�s cat!� she laughed, sounding, for just one moment, girlish.
Rose tripped along behind her, trying to keep her focus on the Rani, trying not to trip and fall as she was half-dragged through the stone architrave. �You didn�t answer my question,� she slurred, the effects of whatever the incense-borne drug was making her tongue feel thick and heavy. �Why this goddess mess?� She gasped as the Rani jerked her arm hard, making something pop painfully as her body swung towards the alien woman. �Damn it! Leggo!� Rose mustered her strength and twisted deftly, breaking the Rani�s grasp on her wrist. Practically dancing backwards, she managed to keep some distance between herself and her captor, despite her swimming head and the sudden, almost unavoidable urge to be physically ill. �Fine, I get that you think we�re all your little lab rats but I�m not going to let you turn me into some experiment!�
�Too late for that,� the Rani smiled, tilting her head to one side consideringly. �He always did choose the pretty ones. Or do you choose him? That, I�m afraid, has been one of the mysteries of my life. But it�s not an important one. Your friend The Doctor,� she spat the title as if it were bitter on her tongue, �is like your earth cockroaches. Impossible to get rid of, always fouling things.� For a moment, every moment of her entire life, thousands of hours, millions of seconds, was writ large on her face. The fa�ade of a mature, beautiful woman slipped to reveal the accumulation of time, coating her like so much dirt. Rose inhaled sharply, startled and disgusted by the sheer ugliness of the Rani�s being. �You are a goddess, Rose Tyler, because you were available.�
Rose tightened her grip on the robe, straightening her spine despite the urge to just crumple to the floor and sleep. �I�m no goddess,� she said flatly, gathering her courage and wherewithal, �I�m the Bad Wolf.� Feeling as if she were slogging through hip-deep mud, she lurched at the Rani, reaching for her shoulders with every intent of pushing her down. Instead, she found herself falling forward, the older female dodging her easily. Rose screamed as hot pain shot through her scalp, the Rani grabbing a double fistful of her long hair and dragging her back into her chest. Rose did not dwell long on the pain, driving her bare heel down atop the Rani�s foot. Satisfied by the sudden growl and gasp of the other female, Rose pulled herself free of the suddenly slack grasp. The hall was not very long and another door stood at the end of it, open onto a darkened room. Faint lights like fairy sparkle shone deep inside the other chamber and Rose ran towards them, her legs screaming in protest as she forced muscles to work that had no desire to whatsoever. She did not look back but she knew the Rani was not far away. The robe flapped behind her and she laughed a mirthless, relieved laugh as she burst into the dark room, her feet slapping on cold stone tiles that were slick as glass, her skin threatening to slide on the surface rather than grip. The sparkling lights grew brighter and it took a bare moment for Rose to realize where she was. Her feet slowed, and she drew to a halt. The glass-slick surface had given way to sandy soil and the lights were now bright pinpoints, like a thousand candles. �Oh, no,� she breathed, turning a slow circle. The arena she realized. She was back in the arena.
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