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He was sitting on a stool in the Tardis, staring through a green light that was blinking on and off with a comforting regularity, as if to say, "Here’s something for you, when you get a chance." He was in no hurry to consider the light. He was not looking at it, nor even at the Tardis, but at a face in his mind’s eye, a face he was beginning to forget.

Rose. The more he thought of her, the fuzzier she became. He had no recorded image of her, and had not seen her in a year. He could think of her now without pain, but a new, dull, relentless sorrow came with this gradual forgetting, and he sometimes longed for the sharpness and resulting relief of those first months.

He hadn’t accomplished much since she’d been gone. The anguish of the first few days gave way to a slow-motion haze of sorrow, which gave way in turn to a lonely depression, with occasional moments of despair, and he’d finally settled into a long-term inattentiveness and general slacking-off. He just didn’t feel like doing anything, and he felt like not doing it for a very long time.

The gently blinking light was joined by another, but this one was red and seemed more insistent. When it was accompanied by a frantic beeping, he came to himself and looked around.

He looked through the viewer at the Tardis’ communication screen and furrowed his brow. He pressed a button nearby and looked again. He furrowed his brow further, stood up and thought a moment. A distress call. Now this was something to take his attention, something worth waking up for. The button she was asking him to press was blinking very emphatically, and she had never steered him wrong before, so he shrugged his shoulders and pushed it, then sat down to consider this new development. The Tardis was on her way.

The creature would not last much longer at this rate. It had survived in the icy void for unknown centuries – its container had been very old indeed. But they seemed unable to give it what it needed. They had warmed it and examined it to see what input it required, and found that it needed chemical energy, mostly glucose, and much hydrogen dioxide and dissolved oxygen. But it was not thriving on application of these molecules. It had seemed to do well at first, but was wasting away and no longer looked at them. It was preferable that specimens in their collection be alive.

They were consulting about what should be tried next when another container, this one an odd upright box, came into existence at the far end of the room with a grinding, groaning wheeze. The container opened, and another of those creatures emerged.

He walked out of the Tardis into a sparse gray room. At the far end was a coffin-sized box on wheels, and between it and himself was a cluster of small surprised-looking machines, hovering in the air.

He smiled his manic smile. "Oh, I’ve heard of you, but we’ve never met! You’re the bat-bots."

The machines approached him warily. "We are Bae-ten," came from all of them at once. "Who are you?"

"I’m The Doctor," he said, still grinning.

"The-Doctor, how have you come here?"

"Ah! I received word that you have something that doesn’t belong here." He cast his eyes to the wheeled box. "May I?" He began walking.

The Bae-ten moved to intercept him, saying, "It is not permitted," but he brushed their black forms aside cheerfully and they fell back.

He glanced in the box at the woman immersed in water inside. "Yep." He turned back to them. "You’re doing this all wrong, you know. It’ll never work like this." Still smiling.

"What do you suggest?"

"I have what I need in there," he gestured towards the Tardis. "I’ll fix her right up."

The Bae-ten looked at the Tardis and back at him. "Fix it here."

He shook his head merrily as he got behind the box and began to push. "Can’t!" A collection of cables attached to the box strained and then popped off.

The Bae-ten began to panic, bumping into each other in confusion. Suddenly they attached themselves to the front of the cart and began to resist its movement. They were pushing it back towards the wall where it had been. But because the box was opaque, they were unable to see that the Tardis had moved in front of them, until they had pushed the box through its opening. The Tardis’ door slammed in their surprised faces and faded away with the same wheezy squeal.

He wheeled the box over to one side of the Tardis. This was where the first-aid kit was, but there was also a sickbed. He took off his coat, reached into the water and picked up the thin form inside, depositing her, dripping, on the bed. She began to cough, but a membrane from the side of the ship reached out and engulfed her almost instantly. He jumped back. "You make me put on my own bandages," he huffed. The membrane was puffed out with air and light. The sputtering inside stopped and was replaced with calm movement, though whether from the Tardis or the patient he could not tell. He wandered over to the communication viewer to see what the Tardis would tell him.

After a few minutes he saw something on the screen that made him smile. "You were right, old girl. She’s one of us, and she’s carrying a little friend for you." He looked up, very satisfied, gave his fist a tiny pump in the air and made a quiet little "woo-hoo!"

It was several hours later that the membrane began to open, but only to reveal the face and neck. As he approached, the air went out of it and it snuggled around her body showing her form and the thick tubes that attached to her in various places. The bruised look under her eyes was gone, and she looked at him. She was beautiful in a way he had not seen in a very long time. One of his own kind. How long had it been?

He cleared his throat and smiled. "Hello!"

She seemed very tired, and did not reply. Her eyes closed, and she was asleep.

When she woke up, she saw the man at the far end of the room, fiddling with something inside a panel. The tubes had already retracted from her, and the membrane now pulled away as well, leaving her chilled and naked. She sat up and looked for something to cover herself. Clothing was neatly piled on a nearby chair, so she began to dress, keeping her eye on the man who remained facing away, though he must have heard her.

Only when she had finished and stood looking awkwardly about her did he turn, smiling, to say, "Ah, up and about I see. Feeling better?"

"…Yes, thank you," she replied hesitantly. "Who are you?"

"The Doctor, at your service. And you might be…?"

"Tk-Tl," she said. "I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?"

"The Doctor."

"What kind of name is that? Not Time Lord."

"It’s what I go by now."

"Don’t you have a name like mine? What did your mom call you?"

"Sir."

"Oh, she did not."

"Doc?" he tried.

"You look like a ‘Tnny’ to me," she threatened, but he held his ground.

"Hungry?"

"Strangely, no."

"Probably the Tardis gave you something. I was about to have a cup of tea…"

"Oh… yes, that would be nice."

When they were seated with their tea, the Doctor asked her cheerfully, "So, Tk-Tl, what brings you to this neighborhood?"

She looked away. Here we go, she thought, so much for a nice cup of tea. "I don’t want to talk about it," she said defiantly.

He took in a deep breath through his nose. "OK. Where do you think you’d like to go?"

"I don’t care."

"Well! That makes things a bit easier, doesn’t it? Past undisclosed, future unconcerned – hah!" She remained stubbornly silent. "The only trouble is, that with no past or future, it’s difficult to make decisions. Thai restaurant or Indian takeout? University classes or golf course? Paper or plastic? Aisle seat or window…"

"It doesn’t matter!" She knew he was trying to goad her, the smug jerk.

He considered this and slurped his tea.

After a minute of silence, she said, "Look, I’m sorry I snapped at you. I just don’t want to talk about myself. It’s…" she stopped and looked surprised.

"It’s…" he suggested.

"I…" She was looking very uncomfortable, shocked. "Where is your bathroom?"

He pointed to a small door, and she excused herself. She went in and began making noises as though she was going to be sick. The Doctor peered into his tea suspiciously and set it down with a worried frown. But her groans became more animated, sounding less like discomfort than pleasure. The ship lights began to become erratic. His eyebrows moved up his forehead and a smile began to play. "You don’t waste any time, do you, old girl?" he said.

The moans continued from the bathroom, and he could hear her crashing around in there. Really, this was a bit much for a lonely Time Lord to take. His foot began to tap nervously.

Suddenly the door slammed open and she stood there, breathing wildly. "Where is it?" she growled.

"It?" He was a little alarmed. Was she referring to him?

Her husky voice betrayed her distraction and frustration. "The access. Her! Where is she? We need her! Oh!" The Doctor stared as her knees buckled.

Then two things happened simultaneously. The main hatch on the center column began to open, and The Doctor disappeared, looking even more surprised as he went. Tk-Tl stumbled to the hatch and looked inside, the glow lighting up her features. What she saw inside made her groan. That was it, that was her, the Tardis. She pulled off her clothes. She saw that something blue and glowing was coming out of her cunt. It was her own Tardis, and he was driving her wild. She knew he had always been inside her, but he had never made himself known physically before. He had oozed down from her womb and was stretching and pulsing her cunt and manipulating her clit, but leaving a hollow core for something. She knew what he wanted, knew what she needed to do. She saw the extension of the she-Tardis protruding from the hatch now. Oh, lords, he needed it inside him. She could feel his need in her cunt, and his hormones boiled her blood. She climbed up on the console and kneeled over the hatch, arms wrapped around the tower, her cunt spread wide for the she-Tardis to plunge into her lover. She could feel her own Tardis rippling inside her, milking his lover to completion, the edges of him fluttering against her clit lips. She began to moan louder now, and when the rod stiffened and plunged fully into her, she shrieked with pain, and then with pleasure. The straps on her arms and legs held her firmly in place now, as the club invaded her pussy, forcing in and out. Her desire grew and she came with a scream when they did, in a final shuddering explosion. She went limp in the straps, which kept her from falling to the floor.

The Doctor leaned philosophically against the outside of the Tardis with his cup of tea. He’d never been given the bum’s rush like that before, but he took it in stride. The lights shining through the small windows were flashing, and then he heard Tk-Tl scream. He smiled. "Go, Tk-Tl," he said, quietly, then, "Go, Tardis."

It was a good half an hour later that the door finally opened. By then the lights were back to normal, the hatch was closed, and Tk-Tl was dressed and sitting at the table studying her cold tea. The Doctor ambled over nonchalantly and sat back down in his seat. Tk-Tl did not look up.

"So…" he began breezily.

"Don’t. Just don’t. Don’t say a thing, don’t smile, don’t… anything. Just don’t."

The Doctor considered this and slurped his tea.

"That’s annoying, too."

"Sorry."

The next day, The Doctor found Tk-Tl working on her dented and dingy capsule. She had drained the water the Bae-Ten had filled it with, and was putting some extra clothes inside.

The Doctor sauntered up and looked in. "Whatcha doin’?"

"Packing."

"Oh. You figured out what you want to do?"

"I’ve figured out what I don’t want to do: hang around to have more sex with your ship."

"Oh. It wasn’t so great, huh? That’s funny."

She turned and glared at him. "Is it?"

"From out there it sounded pretty good." He winked.

"Not the point!"

He made a face as though to say, "It isn’t?"

"Did you want something?"

He thought for a moment. "Maybe I could drop you off somewhere. Your, uh, coffin here doesn’t even look spaceworthy, much less timeworthy."

She spoke calmly. "It’s not a coffin, it’s a capsule, and it works OK. We barely need it. It’s mostly to hold my stuff, which the bat-bots seem to have thrown away." She looked at him. "Thank you for the offer. I know you’re trying to help. Thanks for rescuing me from them. I already thanked the Tardis." She climbed into the capsule and lay down, the extra clothes around her legs and under her head. There was no lid. "Bye." She smiled.

"Bye." He waved.

They looked at each other. Time passed. She began to look impatient. "Now what?"

"Now you get out? Is this where you wanted to go?"

"You always know just what to say, don’t you?"

"It’s a gift."

She closed her eyes and tried to contact her Tardis again. "I know you’re in there. You made it perfectly obvious yesterday. Wake up and get to work!"

The Doctor cleared his throat and Tk-Tl opened her eyes. "Yes? What are you burning to tell me?"

The Doctor looked evasive. "Well, your Tardis expended a lot of energy yesterday. He may just be, shall we say, shagged out?"

"If I can walk around after that, he can damn well get off his slimy butt and transport us!"

"Well… there’s always the possibility, you know, that, he’s… got a little Tardis in the oven."

This stopped her cold. "What?" she said quietly.

He shrugged. "When the boy Tardis and the girl Tardis get together, you usually get a little baby Tardis."

"But… I’ve got the boy."

He looked apologetic. "That’s how it works with Tardi. Did you not know that?"

She looked stricken. "I don’t want to grow a spaceship in there," she whined.

"Now, now, it’s not like that," he reassured her. "It won’t grow without a new host. Come on, get out of there and I’ll tell you all about the Tardis birds and bees." He helped her out. "Careful, don’t want to hurt the baby." He smiled and ignored her glare. They sat at the table and he continued. "It won’t grow inside you. It’s really just a seed right now. If you get pregnant in the usual way, your Tardis will have made your baby female and grow the seed inside your baby. If you, um, come across a suitable spaceship, your Tardis will put it in there. That’s how it works."

"So it’s a seed. That doesn’t explain why I’m stuck here."

"I’m guessing your Tardis doesn’t think you’ll come across a decent spaceship on your own. They get awfully paternal once they’ve gone all seedy."

"So my Tardis isn’t going to work until I find a spaceship? Why doesn’t it just take me to one?"

"A good spaceship isn’t easy to find. Or a good man, either." He looked away nonchalantly.

Her face drained. She looked at him as he checked out his manicured fingernails. He wasn’t bad looking. Actually, he was very good looking. But he was so aggravating. "If I have to get rid of this seed to get my Tardis back, I would rather drop it into a ship. Can you help me find one?"

"Right." He stood up and went to the console. Tk-Tl blushed when she saw him working at the controls she had been sitting on yesterday, but he didn’t seem to notice. Of course, he hadn’t been in here. Thank the lords for that. She was spared that, anyway.

"The Tardis can’t find any. She’s not all that good at locating things. Though she sure heard your Tardis calling her."

"So maybe we could all go to some likely planet, you drop me off and I’ll find one."

"OK." He fiddled with the controls and the ship began to pulse and groan.

Tk-Tl looked apprehensive and appalled, and said "Again?"

The Doctor said, "No, don’t worry, that’s what she does when we travel." Tk-Tl’s relief was palpable.

"Here we are. It’s a spaceport." Tk-Tl got behind her capsule and began to push. The Doctor walked to the door and nearly ran into it when it did not open. "Funny." He jiggled the doorknob but nothing happened. He went back to look at the console, then looked up and away, with a big sigh.

"Well?"

"She won’t open the door."

"Why not??"

"Your Tardis told her not to," he said quietly.

She felt like jumping up and down in rage. Or kicking the ship. Screaming? Instead she stood there, steaming.

"Say something before you explode," he suggested.

She started to take his advice. She had a litany of inventive curses backed up in her throat, and opened her mouth to unleash them when she felt it. Her randy Tardis was at it again. "No…"

"Suit yourself," The Doctor replied.

"No, not again."

"Oh?" The Doctor saw her stand up and lean on the table, and he ran over to fix a cup of tea before he was kicked out again. But it was different this time. The lights weren’t flashing. She wasn’t running to the bathroom.

She felt her Tardis moving down, but only a thin strand, softly, gently, he stroked her, teasing her. He moved out to her clitoris, and she sat down hard on her chair. The Doctor gave her an inquisitive glance, and she replied, "False alarm." Knock it off, she thought to her inner companion.

But he didn’t. I can handle this, she thought, I will distract myself. "So your Tardis has locked us in here. Is that usual behavior?"

"Usually it’s just that the door is broken. I jiggle the handle and it… Are you all right?"

She composed herself again after nearly falling onto the floor. "Maybe I ate something. I think I’ll go to bed." She went into the tiny cabin and lay down, expecting to find relief in the dark. But when she reached down, she discovered that her Tardis covered her clitoris and she was unable to remove it. It read her body and was keeping her at a low excitement level, occasionally bringing her up, but never offering relief. She tried to find something in the cabin that could help her. The door handle? A flashlight? Her Tardis would let nothing touch her. She fell back on the bed in exasperation. Finally she fell into a fitful sleep. She tossed, she turned, then she dreamed. She dreamed she had sex with everything in the ship, including both Tardi and the entire contents of the toolbox. Just as she was turning to The Doctor, she woke up in a cold sweat. A cold shower, that was it! She got in and turned on the cold. Yes! This was so miserable the pleasure didn’t stand a chance. But soon the fatigue caught up with her. She sat down on the shower floor and shivered, but at least she was in control of her body.

After a while, The Doctor started banging on the door. When he got no response, he jiggled the handle until it opened. "Works every time," he quipped. Tk-Tl was on the shower floor, blue and shaking. He turned off the water and picked her up, water dripping down his t-shirt and shorts. "Why are you always wet?" He put her on her bunk and reached for a towel. As he dried her off, she reached for him. "I’m cold," she said.

"Yes, cold water does that. What on earth were you doing?"

"I don’t know. I’m cold."

"And wet. I’m trying to dry you off. There, now a blanket, and you’ll be all toasty."

"It’s not working. I’m cold."

He reached under the blanket and felt her arm. "Hmm, yes. I wish we had a bathtub. Now what? Maybe I should hand you over to the Tardis."

"Just hold me. I’m cold."

The Doctor looked doubtful, but he lay down next to her, reached over the blanket and held her while she shook. She reached out from under the blanket to have contact with his warm skin. After a while they both fell asleep, but as soon as Tk-Tl warmed up, her Tardis went to work again. This time the haze of exhaustion lowered her defenses, and she was worked up to a frenzy before she fully woke up. Panting, she grabbed The Doctor’s snoring head and kissed him. He snorted and struggled awake, pushing her away, but she was very determined and climbed on top of him.

He held her up so her face was a foot above his. "Tk-Tl? What’s going on, darling?"

"Please, Tht, I can’t take it. I think I’m gonna die!"

"Are you sick? Tell me what’s happening."

"My Tardis, he’s driving me insane. I don’t know what he wants."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"OK," he responded cheerfully, and lowered her.

"Wait!"

He pushed her back up. "Yes?"

She panted. "I’m not a slut."

"I know," he said, placatingly, and lowered her down.

"Even though…" The Doctor hesitated halfway down. "…I just met you two days ago and had sex with your spaceship and now you."

"Of course not," he soothed. He continued lowering her and kissed her.

"But…" she started, and he pushed her back up again, patiently. "…I think my Tardis might be a slut."

"That could be," he said, lowering her and rolling over on top of her. He kissed her a moment, and then lifted his head and mused. "Will your Tardis be involved here? I’m not sure I want to have a sexual relationship with him."

"I don’t know how it works. I’ve never done this before."

He looked at her with surprise. "Tk-Tl, sweetheart, are you sure you want this?"

Her Tardis was still working on her. She reached up and held his face. "Try and stop me."

That was all he needed. As her body responded to his touch, she felt her Tardis pull back. Soon it was The Doctor’s hand on her clitoris, and she was pulling his nightclothes off. The tension and hormones that had coursed through her body for the last six hours heightened her senses, and she responded to him like no woman had before. For him, it had been a very long time since he had encountered one of his own kind. Their Tardi must have been involved peripherally, because when they came together, they felt as though they were soaring through the universe. They didn’t notice for a minute or two, when they found that they were indeed drifting naked in the void, with only a nearby nebula to light them.

"Tk-Tl, darling?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Is this your Tardis’ doing?"

"Yes. This is pretty much how I travel. Well, you know what I mean. Are you ready to go back? I think my Tardis is responding to me now."

"Whenever."

They soared down the time vortex. The Doctor had never seen it so naked. He could see the interior of his ship spread out in the distance, all the rooms at once. They approached and entered, landing back in Tk-Tl’s bunk. The Doctor pulled the blanket over them, and they fell asleep.
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