The Doctor's Alpha

Another week went by… another week of the Doctor trying to lose himself in fixing the TARDIS… another week of wandering with the Hellhounds, trying to figure out what the Furyan had meant… trying to understand why Riddick hadn’t made a move.

A week to the day from the last time he’d met Riddick, the Doctor was following the Hellhounds through the halls of the ship. He had thought that the creatures were heading back to his rooms, and didn’t notice a change of direction until he was standing in a strange room.

The room that the Doctor found himself in was large, but it’s size was hidden by the darkness of the room… there were only two lights, on opposite sides of the room. The two lights seemed to flicker, lending an abandoned feel to the room. Confused, the Doctor stepped further into the room, stopping when he was greeted by several pairs of glowing eyes.

Scattered around the room were the rest of the Hellhounds.. The ones which seemed to follow Riddick everywhere he went. Despite the fact that the Doctor had seen Hellhounds ever day for two weeks, it was only at that moment that the Doctor realized that the Hellhounds’ eyes were eerily similar to Riddick’s… their eyes shone in the dark, creating twin pools which reminded the Doctor of the full moon as seen from a forest on Earth.

Slowly the Doctor looked around the room, his eyes adjusting to the lack of light. There was nothing inside the room that told him where he was… shrugging and writing off the large dark room as the Hellhound’s den, the Doctor turned to leave, to return to his room and the TARDIS.

Before the Doctor could take even a single step towards the doors, he found himself being pressed against a wall… staring up at none other then Richard B. Riddick.

“Doctor…” Riddick whispered as he leaned closer so that the two men’s noses were practically touching.

The Doctor suddenly realized that he’d gotten confused when he was wandeirng with the Hellhounds… he knew where he was. He was in the room right across from his, the rooms which made up the personal chambers of the Lord Marshall of the Necromongers.

The Doctor blushed bright red as he realized that the Furyan was completely nude. Riddick laughed at the Doctor’s reaction before he slowly ran a hand down the Doctor’s side.

“What did you mean?” the Doctor managed to get out, despite the blush on his cheeks and the frantic beating of his hearts. Riddick frowned slightly in confusion, and the Doctor struggled to speak. “Last week… you said that I was… was yours.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Richard practically purred, his eyes seeming to flash in the darkness. Slowly the hand which had run it’s way down the Doctor’s body moved up and Riddick gently cupped the Doctor’s face.

“The Elemental… the one who forced me in to battle with the Necromongers…” Riddick laughed softly. “She gave me another prophecy.”

“You can’t always trust prophecies.” The Doctor stammered, shivering slightly.

“I trust this one.” Riddick smirked. “She said I’d find a traveler… that he would be like I am.”

“Like… like you are?” The Doctor whispered, finding himself staring into Riddick’s eyes, becoming lost inside of them.

“I’m the last of my kind Doctor… just like you’re the last of yours.” Before the Doctor could say anything in response, Riddick crushed his lips against the Doctor’s.

The Doctor’s eyes slowly slipped shut as the kiss seemed to go on and on… Riddick’s hands were running over the Doctor’s form, a quick rip opened the shirt the Doctor wore under his suit jacket, sending buttons falling to the ground like raindrops.

The Doctor shivered as Riddick’s hand ran down his bare chest, his hearts seeming to stop as Riddick pulled back, the two staring at each other. “Impossible.” The Doctor whispered, wanting to pull away…but at the same time wanting to get even closer to Riddick.

“What is?” Riddick whispered.

“It’s a Time Lord thing… from before they were Time Lords.” the Doctor whispered, struggling to explain what was happening.

“They used to mate for life.” Riddick laughed, pulling away from the wall… but not letting the Doctor escape. Instead the Doctor found himself being carried for a short while before he was dumped on the bed by the stronger man. “Didn’t they?”

The Doctor was about to answer the question when Riddick kneeled on the bed, hovering over the Time Lord. Any words the Doctor had were stolen away, to be replaced by a whimper of pleasure as the Furyan leaned down and started to run his lips over the Doctor’s skin.

The Doctor’s eyes rolled back in his head as Riddick’s teeth nipped at his neck, forming a dark lovebite as he removed the clothing which separated the Time Lord from the Furyan.

The Doctor’s body was hot, so hot… as if he’d walked a mile in the desert of Jenova… the Doctor panted, pressing up against Riddick’s blessedly cool skin, his hands running over Riddick’s well muscled back as the Furyan prepared him… his actions surprisingly gentle for such a strongly built man.

The Doctor cried out in pleasure as the Alpha Male thrust deeply inside of him… the moment that the two were joined the Doctor swore that he felt his hearts stop at the sheer perfection of the moment. “Riddick…” the Doctor gasped, his nails digging into the Furyan’s back, creating a series of small crescent wounds.

“Furyans mate…for life.” Riddick practically growled, before he bit down on the Doctor’s neck… hard enough to draw blood from the ragged wound.

The Doctor screamed, not in pain but in pleasure. His eyes rolling back in his head as the mating bond between the last Furyan and the last Time Lord was created… the power of the newly forged link almost causing the Doctor to pass out.

Riddick’s eyes seemed to flash as he reached his completion, smirking as his actions caused his beautiful, clever mate to come with a loud scream…

The Doctor shivered as Riddick slowly pulled away, only to hold the Time Lord in his arms, growling possessively as the Doctor’s eyes fluttered closed… the Time Lord only just registered the fact that the Hellhounds were surrounding the couple… as if guarding their Alpha and his mate…

Perhaps it wasn’t such a bad thing that he’d forgotten to repair his TARDIS…

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There was a woman standing in front of him… wearing a white dress and white robes, which seemed to constantly be moving. She was staring at the Doctor with cold eyes, speaking wit no emotion.

“An army unlike any other… the Necromongers. If they can not convert you…”

A flash of light, a quick vision of the young men and women the Doctor had seen, each with stakes driven into their necks to create the scars.

“They will kill you.”

Another flash of light, a vision of a might city, once full of life and sound… now reduced to nothing but ash and echos of death cries.

“Leading them, the Lord Marshal.”

The previous Lord Marshal… and Riddick, locked in combat while the Necromongers looked on, none brave enough to interfere.

“In normal times Evil would be fought by Good…“ The woman moved closer, not walking but… well gliding towards the Time Lord. Suddenly he looked around, seeing himself on another, barren world… surrounded by graves and skeletons. And alone, among all this death, among the destruction… there was a young boy -- he couldn’t be more then five years old. “But in times like these, well it should be fought by another kind of Evil…” the woman in white smirked, and the Doctor’s blood went cold as she moved closer to the young man…

He was bleeding from several wounds, as if he’d survived a mass shooting and looked so lost, so confused… the Doctor found himself diving in front of the strange woman, getting between her and the boy.

“Leave him alone!” the Doctor shouted, glaring at the woman.

“Don’t you know where we are?” the woman asked, the smirk upon her face growing slightly at the Doctor’s confusion. “This is Furya… and from this massacre shall rise the most powerful dictator this universe has ever known. A man, if you can call him that, who will place the Elementals back in their rightful place.”

“Riddick…” the Doctor whispered, looking back at the unconscious boy on the ground. “Who are you?”

“An Elemental.” A woman was standing by the Doctor’s side, as if joining his fight against the woman in white. “She calls herself Aereon.”

“I should have known you would come…” The Elemental laughed at the Warrior Woman. “Come to protect the last of your favored species?”

“There may only remain one Furyan… but this is still my land!” The woman raised her hand and some sort of power rushed out, knocking into the Elemental and casing her to vanish. Slowly the Warrior Woman turned to look at the Doctor. “Time Lord… do you know who I am?” she asked.

“No.” The Doctor asked in all honesty, bending down to check on Riddick.

“I am Sharra. Like you and Riddick, I am the last of my kind.”

“Your kind?” the Doctor asked.

“The Infinites.”

The Doctor couldn’t contain his gasp of surprise. “I thought they were just a myth…”

“No. There was a time when we were as common as humans are now. But like all things, we faded away. The power that was once divided among millions slowly became the power of one.”

“What did Aereon mean… ‘favored species’?” The Doctor asked, slowly standing up as he realized that he could do nothing for Riddick at that moment.

“Three humans, a man and two women arrived on this planet… many years ago.” Sharra smiled softly in remembrance. “I took them in, sheltered them from the cold. I watched over them for hundreds of years until my powers changed them.”

“Creating Furyans.” The Doctor realized. “That’s well… brilliant.”

“But with only a few words Aereon has destroyed what took hundreds of years to create.”

“The prophecy the last Lord Marshall received…the one which made him kill Furya.” The Doctor looked around in disgust. “So much death… and for what?”

“To place my Riddick on the Lord Marshal’s throne… She intends for him to take control of the entire Universe before passing control over to the Infinites.”

“But why would he do that?”

“Riddick has no desire to lead the Necromongers… you can see that Doctor. All he has ever wanted was to be left in peace… Aereon plans to force him to take revenge on the Universe.”

“How? It seems like Riddick is not so easily forced into anything, let alone a war.” The Doctor remarked, running a hand through his hair.

“Aereon will kill you.”

“What!?!” The Doctor squeaked, falling back a little before he regained his balance.

“She knew it would only be a matter of time before Riddick found his mate… so she bought certain members of the Necromongers.”

“Dame Vaako.” The Doctor sighed, slowly sitting down on a nearby rock before suddenly looking up at Sharra. “What would you have me do?”

“A Time Lord is asking me for advice?” Sharra smiled slightly.

“I bow to a higher authority… when I find one.” The Doctor smiled as Sharra laughed. “What can I do to save my Mate?”

“Tell him of Dame Vaako. He will know what to do with her. Your ship is repaired… is it not?” At the Doctor nod, the Warrior Goddess of the Furyans continued. “Take him with you… take him away, to times and places where he will not be known.”

“A permanent companion.” The Doctor smiled as he stood. “Guess I’ve been alone for long enough.”

“Both of you have.” Sharrawhispered, before she stepped forward, one hand outstretched. “You’ve denied your right, Doctor… your right as the last Time Lord.”

“What?” The Doctor blinked, tilting his head to one side.

Sharra hand seem to glow with power… slowly she stretched out her right arm, moving her hand towards the Doctor, who found himself stuck to the spot, as if he’d been turned into a statue. “Riddick contains the power of the Furyans… now you shall hold the power of the Time Lords.”

The Doctor didn’t have time to respond before the last of the Infinites pressed her hand to the Doctor’s chest. The Time Lord screamed in pain at the power he could feel coursing through him… he woke screaming, clutching at his chest while Riddick tried to keep him from hurting himself…

The Doctor’s eyes rolled back in his head as his scream ended in a sort of gurgle his entire body sagged. The Doctor allowed his eyes to close as he struggled to catch his breath. Slowly he opened his eyes and realized that Riddick was staring at his chest… looking down he saw why.

In the center of his chest was a blue hand print, fading rapidly but pulsing with power… and upon Riddick’s chest was a similar hand print, pulsing in time with the Doctor’s. And in his ears the Time Lord could hear the beat, not of two hearts as was normal, but of three. There was the double beat of the Time Lord’s hearts, but there also was the strong, steady beat of a human heart…

Although, looking at Riddick, the Doctor supposed he should say the strong beat of a Furyan heart.

“You saw her… didn’t you?” Riddick whispered, looking down at the Doctor. “The Warrior Woman.”

“She calls herself Sharra.” the Doctor told his mate. “She’s the one responsible for the Furyan Race.”

“How is that possible?” Riddick’s eyes shined in the darkness as he spoke.

“There was a race… called the Infinites. Trillions of years ago, when the universe wasn’t even a tenth the size it is now, they were the most powerful race in existence…” The Doctor explained, slowly sitting up, noting that the sheets were tangled around the two men’s bodies. “No one knows why… but they started to die off, to vanish. Eventually they because the stuff of legend and fairy tales.” The Doctor slowly ran a hand over the all but faded blue mark. “She’s the only one left… the last Infinite. The world she was living on is what became Furya. She watched over your people, making sure they survived… when the last Lord Marshall killed the Furyan Race, Sharra did what she could…”

“Then why was I the only one?” Riddick practically growled.

“The Elementals helped the Lord Marshall. All Sharra could do was hide you from them.” The Doctor shivered slightly. “She brought me here… made sure the TARDIS landed right in front of you.”

“Why?” Riddick asked and the Doctor smiled… his mate was clever ---clever enough to keep up with him.

“Aereon plans to manipulate you into taking over the entire Universe… then handing it over to her.” The Doctor explained. “Kidnap me, and make you fight enemy after enemy to get me back… only to find me dead.”

“Elementals… always meddling.” Riddick growled and stood, picking up the clothing he had shed the night before. “Why won’t they ever just leave me alone!?!”

“She paid off Dame Vaako, told her that she’d be your consort. That’s why she abandoned Vaako… because he’s still loyal to you.”

Riddick laughed suddenly, running a hand over his face. “I should have known… Dame Vaako bears more resemblance to a weasel then a human.”

“You don’t have to be the Necromongers’ Lord Marshall.” The Doctor practically whispered, pulling his legs up towards his body like a scared child. “My ship… it travels in Space and Time. We can leave… go somewhere that no one knows who you are.” The Doctor was stopped by Riddick’s hands cupping his face.

“Won’t it be a little cramped?” Riddick smiled playfully before kissing the Doctor deeply.

The Doctor smiled softly, a laugh shinning in his eyes. “It’s bigger on the inside.” He blinked as Riddick pulled away… only to return with a plain set of dark clothing, similar to his own.

“Think I ruined yours last night.” Riddick laughed as the Doctor slipped on the cloths, pulling a belt to it’s last hole in order to keep the pants up and being grateful that Riddick had found a smaller shirt… while it was different from what he normally wore, at least he didn’t look like a child playing dress up with his dad’s cloths.

He’d put on the clothing and found his shoes, when a silver ornament of some sort appeared in front of his face, held by Riddick. “What is it?” the Doctor asked, taking what appeared to be a necklace connected to an elaborate belt by a strip down the back that looked like a spine... The Doctor had seen Dame Vaako and other high ranking women wearing similar adornments, but this one was somehow different from the others.. Different symbols upon it, different material… somehow grander.

“Necromongers have a flair for the theatrical.” Riddick smirked and, as the Doctor watched, he slipped on a heavy pair of shoulder guards, with a long black cloak. Despite the differences in his adornments and the Doctors, the two were somehow similar. After putting on the shoulder pads and cloak, Riddick reached underneath his bed and pulled out his shivs, which he placed into sheathes on his belt. The Doctor had seen him carrying the deadly weapons often… they seemed to be the Furyan’s weapon of choice. “Certain items can only be worn by the Lord Marshall… or his Consort.”

The Doctor couldn’t stop a smile at how happy those words made him feel… he blushed and got down to trying to figure out how to wear the silver objects that Riddick had handed to him… eventually he had to have Riddick’s help to get the strange ornaments hanging the right way. The Doctor wasn’t quite sure what he thought of the overall effect of Riddick’s extra clothing and the Necromongers’ silver… he probably would never wear it again, at least not in this regeneration, but he’d definitely keep it.

Riddick suddenly looked around at the Hellhounds. “I took them out of a slam… Crematoria.” The Doctor flinched, he’d heard of the planet, and could guess what a prison there would be like. “Can you take them back… back to their real planet?”

“Yes.” the Doctor smiled softly as the Hellhound puppies nuzzled against his legs. “We can even set them up in the TARDIS… if they don’t want to leave you.”

Riddick smirked, kneeling slightly to pat one of the larger Hellhounds. “Good.” Then Riddick gestured for the Doctor to stand at his side, before he stalked out of the room… the Doctor to his right and the entire pack of Hellhounds following the two.

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Although the Doctor didn’t see Riddick throw any switch or press any buttons, the Furyan must have done something to alert what appeared to be all of the Necromongers to the fact that their Lord Marshal was about to speak to them.

There were several muffled gasps when the assembled masses saw the Doctor entering at the side of their Lord Marshall… only to fall into a shocked silence when they realized the Doctor was wearing the ornaments of the Consort of the Lord Marshall. Without speaking Riddick made his way to his throne, sitting down and pulling the Doctor into his lap… the Doctor did his best not to squeak in surprise and contain his blush as Riddick looked out over the Necromongers.

“Toal… where is your wife?” Riddick practically barked out once he caught sight of the General in Silver Armor. The man looked around in confusion only to sigh in relief when a dark skinned woman in a golden dress stepped forward.

“Dame Toal… formally Dame Vaako and who knows how many men you’ve promised the seat of Lord Marshall.”

The woman’s mouth fell open in surprise as Riddick singled her out… all the while gently running a hand down the Doctor’s face in a carefully crafted display of affection. “My… my Lord?” she stammered, before kneeling in front of the throne.

The Hellhounds growled as Riddick gently shifted the Doctor to the side, so that he could stand while his mate remained sitting, his back to a wall and his sides guarded by Hellhounds. “I’ve been hearing some rather strange stories… Dame Toal.”

“Stories my Lord?” Dame Toal continued to stammer.

“It is not the Necromongers’ way to scream against their Lord Marshall… especially when they side with an Elemental.”

General Toal seemed to stiffen and he glared at his wife. “An Elemental? You aided an Elemental?” he hissed at his wife before turning to Riddick. “Lord Marshall, allow me to punish this traitor!”

“No Toal… there is another sin on your companion.” Riddick stepped forward, the two largest Hellhounds on either side of him. “You planed to hurt my Consort…” Riddick’s face was cold, almost expressionless. “Not to kill him, not to keep what you kill. No, you did not follow the Necromonger way. Rather you planed to have him kidnapped, to start a war against the universe.”

Vaako was by Riddick’s side…glaring at the woman who had once been his wife. It seemed as if everyone in the room was glaring at the woman, who was now stuttering out an explanation of sorts… trying to survive her crimes.

Riddick turned back to look at the Doctor… it was as if they had an entire conversation without speaking a word… the only thing that those outside the two’s world noticed was that the Doctor nodded slowly.

“Vaako.” Riddick laughed at the surprise on the General’s face. “Come here.”

Vaako obeyed without question… without running or even reaching for his weapon. “Lord Marshall?” he asked, his face calm.

“We are not Necromongers…” the Doctor said, standing up and moving towards Riddick. “Not of your religion, not of your race… We can’t lead you to the UnderVerse.” A ripple of surprise and concern passed through the crowd. “I think our role is just to remove one leader… and give you a better one.”

“Vaako… others use your religion to be monsters.” Riddick said, turning to his General… a man who had almost killed him, but had also saved his life. “But you believe in the Necromonger way… above all other things. That is why this… woman, could not corrupt you.”

“Thank you my Lord.” Vaako nodded politely to Riddick and the Doctor.

“That is why you will be the next Lord Marshall.” The Doctor stated, drawing all eyes to him.

“What?” Dame Toal hissed in anger.

“The Doctor and I are leaving.” Riddick stated, extending a hand to pull the Doctor to his side. “We won’t be the leaders of this race… it isn’t our own, we can’t do what is best for the Necromongers.”

“Soon we’ll be gone… and Vaako is the one that I have chosen as my replacement… so he will be the one who decides what will become of the Traitor.”

Vaako nodded respectfully to Riddick before he stepped closer to Dame Toal. “You pledged yourself to the Necromonger way… but it now is clear that since the very start you have only been in this for yourself. Every action you have taken has been for your own glory…”

“Vaako…” the woman keened, reaching out for her ex-husband.

“The next time we pass by Helion Prime… send a ship down and drop this traitor in the middle of New Mecca.” Vaako turned away from his ex-wife and looked to Riddick, as if for affirmation that he’d done the right thing.

“Do as he commands.” Riddick smirked, before he started to make his way through the crowds, back towards the Doctor’s room and the TARDIS…

THE END