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Sweet as Sugar Chapter Two
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Mucho thanks to Foxy for betaing!
*goldstarglomp * ;) She really is the BUSIEST WOMAN
ALIVE�, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta Goddess.
And thanks to everyone on Time and Chips for reviewing and encouraging
me to continue! And to
Lovepollution for the challenge. J

�Now what?�
�What do
you mean, �now what�?� the Doctor asked, a note of
offense in his voice. �Now we wait!�
Rose and
Jack exchanged similar looks, something between anxiety, excitement and
confusion. �Wait for what?� Jack asked
after a moment. His knees were pressed
up against the metal wall of the air duct over the Ladies Market and he was not
enjoying it. It was hot, cramped,
smelled like flower stall exploded and had a very strong tinge of body odor in
that duct. �Rose, you�re on my jacket!�
he hissed as an afterthought, the tight pulling against his neck growing ever
more uncomfortable.
�No �mnot,� she replied, trying to keep her voice down and
breathe through her nose as little as possible.
_Cor, the air even *tastes* like that stench! _ She scooted closer
to the Doctor, wincing as the metal beneath her creaked threateningly.
�Stop it,�
the Time Lord hissed back. �There�s
still one slaver inside!�
Rose pursed
her lips, barely managing to keep back a retort. The Doctor�s brilliant plan to free the
females in the Ladies Market had consisted of bypassing security by creeping
through the air ducts then dropping down inside the market after hours, freeing
the females and escaping through the employees� entrance around back. She had been disappointed when he told her
that; she had wanted something�bigger, she decided. She had wanted something bigger and more
fitting of the gravity of freeing slaves.
After what felt like ages but she knew, logically, was less than a minute,
she leaned close to the Doctor and whispered in his ear. �This plan is stupid.�
The Doctor
frowned, sliding a glare her way without turning his head. �This plan is efficient,� he replied tersely,
his whisper echoing off the duct around them. �Bringing the TARDIS in like he wanted to do,�
he continued, jerking a thumb at Jack, �would�ve set off all sorts of alarms. Barging in,
figurative guns blazing, like *you* wanted to do would�ve been scads of
paperwork and you know how I hate paperwork.�
He paused and leaned forward, his eyes widening then narrowing in
interest. �Now.�
�What?�
Rose yelped, forgetting to remain silent.
�What do you mean �now�?� she demanded, rocking forward as the Doctor
shifted to his hands and knees. She had
a prime view of his backside and rather than amuse her as it would have an hour
before, it infuriated her. �Don�t turn
your back on me, Doctor! What do you mean?�
�He means
NOW!� Jack replied for him, his voice rising in a yell as the metal ductwork
gave away beneath him.
Rose
screamed, a brief and shrill sound, as Jack�s hand reflexively grabbed for the
nearest stationary object he could find, in this case her ankle. She felt the metal scrape along her bare leg,
her jeans pushed up with the friction of the slide, and then she was
falling. The Doctor shouted their names,
his face appearing over her, and then the air was knocked from her lungs. Pain exploded behind her eyes and her body spasmed in pained surprise.
She tried to roll onto her hands and knees but she could not move. She was not unconscious but she sorely wanted
to be� She could hear Jack groan nearby and the rustle of fabric but she could
not bring herself to get up. A soft
thump and a rush of air, scented with something comforting and familiar, then
the Doctor�s voice was in her ear, soft and pleading. �Rose?
Rose, can you hear me?�
�I told
you,� she creaked, her voice thin and pained, �that guns blazing would be
better.� She inhaled slowly, the burning
and aching pain spreading through her lungs and chest making tears spring to
her eyes. �Oh, God,� she groaned.
The Doctor huffed a relieved breath and took a moment to glance around
the market. They were in the main hall,
where the slaves were kept for sale. The
stalls were occupied, the females apparently sleeping, their heads bowed and
hands folded. �Can you move?� he asked,
his eyes coming back to Rose�s face.
�I don�t
think she should,� Jack whispered, his voice carrying in the still room. �She might�ve broken something.�
�Just my
pride,� Rose replied, her body aching.
She was determined not to slow them down, determined to help the females
she had seen mere hours before, being pawed over and bought and sold like so
many trinkets. �Come on. I�ll take the back row, you two start in the
front.�
The Doctor
and Jack both glanced up at the stalls around them, then
back at Rose. �Right,� the Doctor
finally said, seeing the determined look in his companion�s eyes. �Let�s go.�
Rose
struggled to her feet, her back screaming in protest, smiling grimly as she
walked�limped�towards the back of the Market.
Earlier, she had noticed the youngest seemed to be kept there, almost
like a special reserve. She refused to
look to either side as she made her way back; Focus, Rose, she told
herself. Pay attention to what�s going
on and don�t let yourself get distracted.
The Doctor and Jack will free the others. Worry about the children. She stopped at the last row of slaves and
scanned the dim space before her. The
stalls there were smaller, illuminated with a pale pink light tucked away
somewhere in the flooring. The girls
slept, eyes closed, bodies covered in thin shifts of some shimmery
material. _It�s like those beauty
pageants you hear about on Earth, _ she thought glumly. She surveyed the row before her and was hit
in the face with the flaw in the plan.
_How are we supposed to take them out of here if they�re drugged? _ The Doctor had not
seemed concerned about it and no doubt he had a clever plan, something
involving a sonic device, she thought with a tinge of irritation. Gingerly, she limped towards the nearest
stall, one containing a girl of about six years, by Rose�s judgment, with long
red hair and nearly translucent skin. �Hello?�
Rose crooned softly. �Can you hear me,
sweetheart?� Without thinking about
alarm systems or possibly traps to prevent theft, she reached out to touch the
girl�s neck, feeling for a pulse. The
Doctor had told her time and again that not all species kept their hearts and
other vital organs in the same place, no matter how human they appeared on the
outside, but Rose was lucky: the girl�s pulse beat strongly under her fingers,
where the carotid artery would be. �Wake
up,� she whispered, shaking the girl slightly.
�Please?� She felt foolish. She knew it would take more than that to
awaken the children but it was the best she had at the moment. �Damn,� she breathed. She would have to find the Doctor. He could tell her what to do here, maybe even
Jack would have some idea, she thought, straightening and turning back towards
the darkness she had left behind.

�This isn�t
going to work,� Jack muttered, knowing the Doctor could hear him.
�Ye of
little faith,� he replied, smiling slightly.
The sonic screwdriver cast a faint blue glow over his features as he
worked to release the locking mechanism on the first row of stalls. �Have your transporter thingy ready.�
�It�s a
portable teleportation device, thankyouverymuch. You were there when I bought it on that
annoying ice planet.� Jack fiddled with
some settings on the palm-sized disk and frowned. �It can only take a few at a time though��
�Then move
fast. Here we go�� The Doctor grunted softly and the blue light
of the screwdriver went out. A moment�s
silence passed, then the first row of females seemed
to sway as one. �Oops��
�Oops?�
Jack demanded, lunging forward to catch three of the slaves against him as they
fell forward. The Doctor was doing his
best to brace a large female against his back, trying to keep her from hitting
the floor. �Shall I take her first?�
Jack grinned, struggling the three in his grip back
into the stalls, trying to prop them against the back wall.
�Yessssssss,� the Doctor hissed, his knees threatening to
buckle. Jack laughed quietly and slid
his arm between the Doctor and the large female. �Hurry,� he gasped. Jack nodded, vanishing with his charge in a
flash of red light. The Doctor shook
himself, straightening his back, before turning his attention to the next stall
and it�s occupant.
�Doctor!�
Rose�s
voice made his head snap up. She sounded
scared, but close. �Stay where you are,
Rose,� he called. �Don�t make any more
noise!�
�Doctor, help!�
His hearts
leapt in his throat. That was definitely
fear. Something
had gone wrong. �Rose!� he shouted, his
voice thick with subdued panic. �Where
are you?�
�Help!�
Near, he thought,
on the left..
He took off at a jog, scanning each aisle and finding nothing. He heard Jack return, heard the captain call
for him, but to no avail. �Rose!� the
Doctor called again, stopping at the last row.
�Rose, where are you?�
�She�s not
here,� Jack�s voice carried over a few rows, his breath sounding short. �She�s not back by the girls� Doctor, we�re not alone in here.�
The Doctor
turned a full circle, looking into the darkness around him for some sign of
Rose, of Jack. �Jack, where are you now?� Silence was his only reply. �Jack?�
The Market was quiet, preternaturally so. The slaves made no noise in their drugged
sleep, the greater Market around the Ladies Market silent, few tourists moving
through during the artificial night induced by the dome�s environmental systems. The Doctor retraced his steps, looking down
each aisle as he returned to the first row of stalls. No one. �Rose?
Jack?�
�I�m sorry,
sir,� a soft female voice came from behind him, �we�re
closed until morning.�
The Doctor
turned, opening his mouth to reply, but found himself falling, the world going
black around him.
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