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Sweet as Sugar Chapter
Nineteen
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Super huge thanks to Foxy
for beta-reading this and thanks to all of y�all for being so patient. RL got in the way of fantasy life, lol. I
appreciate the feedback so far and I�d love more *cough cough * Spoilers for the whole series thus far and
rated M for mature!

�So� lab mice, huh?�

�Technically, they were rats,� the Doctor replied with an air of
distraction, poring over the thick black sack of tools. �Sonic, sonic, sonic�� He frowned, looking up at Jack quickly before
returning to his search. �I think I need
some new hobbies, judging by this.�

Jack rolled his eyes heavenward for a moment, then reached out
and grabbed the sack from the Doctor.
�Leave the tools alone for a sec and just�� He made a throw-away gesture with his hands,
searching for the words. �Enlighten me,
Doc. Why is this Rani person a big
bad? She kill your cat or
something?� He smiled faintly, pleased
to have gotten the Doctor�s goat, judging by the sudden frown and beetled brows
on the Time Lord�s face. �I can
appreciate the need for force and I can appreciate the need for expedience and
I can certainly appreciate the need for them together but I can not
appreciate the need to get our fool heads blown off!� He paused, frowning. �Wow� um, isn�t it usually you saying this?�

The Doctor tied the black sack shut with an air of finality, not
meeting Jack�s intense gaze. �I�d much
prefer it if right now, you just stopped talking.� He tucked the bag of tools into his pocket
and looked up at a point past Jack�s shoulder, along the TARDIS wall. �It would take more time than even I have to
explain the intricacies of Gallifrey and Time Lords. All you need to know is that the Rani is
not�what�s that phrase Rose uses? Dealing
with the Rani isn�t a walk in the park.�
He nodded, mostly to himself, and made to move past Jack.

�Rose doesn�t use that phrase,� Jack pointed out, refusing to be
moved.

�She should then,� the Doctor shot back. �Jack, I�m only going to say this once� Come with me if you want to live.�

�You got that from an old Earth movie!� Jack laughed, following
the already departing Doctor. �And for
the record, cheesey pick up lines don�t work on me.�

�Liar.� He checked to
make sure the TARDIS key was in his pocket, as he knew it was, and he forced an
unpleasant mental image of one of the Rani�s experiments out of his mind. Rose is
fine, he told himself, chanting it like a mantra. The
Rani can�t know she�s connected to me. He knew it was a lie; there was no other
reason to be here, to be on this planet.
Nothing the Rani did was a coincidence.

�Yeah, well.� Jack placed
his hand on the TARDIS door, blocking the Doctor for a moment more. �Doc�� He paused, lips parted on a word that
did not come. It was not the time, he
knew, but he was going to have to tell him.
He would tell him, he decided, before he had to get back to
Torchwood. �Okay,� he smiled. �Let�s go.�

Bara stood silently watching, his eyes hooded as he followed the
progress of the two xenoforms across the screen. The humid air in his private chamber was a
blessing after the dry, cold atmosphere in the antechambers and domes. His gills moved slowly as he breathed the
thick air, his fingers�long and delicate but stronger than they appeared�unclenched
from the fists he had made at his side and trailed the tiny image that
represented Jack. He had liked the
xenoform, enjoyed the pliancy of his body and the firmness of the alien
flesh. It was to be his first human,
truly. He had never been able to have a
human on his home world; their insufficient lung capacity had hindered that. Bara pushed himself away from the screen,
pacing into the cool dimness of the room.
Ushas[1]
had created this dome just for him, she had said. It was perfectly suited to his needs, both
physical and spiritual and, he thought with a slight curve of the lips, it was
extremely private. She had simply required
him to donate a few skin cells, a bit of fluid. That was it.
He was free from the wars on his home world, free from the censure of
the Council, and exiled of his own free will to a pleasure planet in a spiral
galaxy so far from his own that no one would ever think to look for him there,
even if they wanted to. Jack, the little
human creature, had been his first taste of human flesh, so to speak, and now
it seemed he was trying to run away.

�Send in my robes,� Bara murmured into the communication device
Ushas had given him to wear around his wrist.
It looked like a jeweled cuff but the ornate cabochons his intricate
wiring, a larger version of the inhaled nanites the xenoforms had been given
through the special temple incense.
Ushas liked security, Bara smiled.
She had given them safety. The
cuff on his wrist served not only to keep him safe under her watch but to keep
them in constant communication, something else Ushas had insisted on. Before Bara could cross the room to the door,
it swung open and a translucent figure brought in his flowing robe, dark blue
as the deep ocean and shimmering with hidden light. �Thank you,� the sea king
murmured. �You are dismissed.� The watery apparition drifted back towards
the door, only to stop as Bara called for it again. �On second thought, go to the third dome of
the Lady, the lesser gardens. There you
will find my escaped xenoform and his companion. Hold them there. I will join you shortly and we will go as a
group to the arena.� He dismissed the
servitor with a bare nod, swinging his robe over his shoulders and making short
work of the fastenings. The least he
could do for Ushas was to maintain his control over her gift.

[1]
The Rani was referred to as Ushas in one of the novels. Canon? Who knows but I�m using it here.
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