How to Tame an Insane Time Lord (4/?)
Title: How to Tame an Insane Time Lord (4/?)
Author: mistakenelegant
Word Count: 1,402
Rating: PG-13, may go up to R later.
Author's Notes: I'm doing chapters of this fic for NaNoWriMo. That is all.
Chapters: Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3
Several hours had passed since Rose had been laying there on the bed. Her whole body ached, her eyes still a bit red and puffy from crying. She felt like she'd been through hell and back as she sat up, realizing where she was. A soft glow came from the lamps that sat on either nightstand table, and she must have kicked off her shoes while she was sleeping. When she didn’t show up for the evening meal, one of the UNIT men had brought in a plate of food - chicken, mashed potatoes, and something that resembled green beans mixed with corn - a few bottles of water and a note from the Master and placed it on the dark wooden table that was in the room.
Rose walked on the dark carpet towards the table, clearly seeing the plate. She was starving, and quickly picked up the fork, almost inhaling the food. It wasn't until the blonde was halfway done with her meal that her brown eyes caught sight of the piece of paper. As much as she didn’t want to read what was about to happen to her, she picked it up, and read it.
My dearest Rose,
I'm not sure when you're going to wake up, but when you do, enjoy the food that was brought to you. Shower, and change into the dress that is hanging in the closet along with the necklace, earrings, and shoes that are on the floor. Then meet me in the conference room. I have a surprise for you.
The Master
A surge of anger raced through Rose as she read the note. Who did he think he was to be calling her 'dearest', let alone be giving her clothes and jewelry? Nobody ever even dared to make her angry, because everyone knew that if you did, you’d be getting a slap across the face. Jackie made sure that her daughter knew how to protect herself and if someone made Rose that mad, they were in trouble - deep, deep trouble. She took a sip of water from one of the bottles, and slumped back in the chair, not even thinking about finishing the rest of her supper. But the Master did have a point - she was in need of a long, hot shower and a change of clothes. But there was one thing that Rose wasn't looking forward to: this surprise that was waiting for her.
Though she didn't want to, Rose finished her meal and water before getting up from the table, stretching slightly before making her way over towards the door, poking her head out slightly before opening it fully and stepping into the hallway barefoot heading in the direction of the bathroom, the white carpet feeling brand new under her feet. No guards were around, leaving the blonde to make a peaceful entrance to the bathroom.
It was cool in the room where Rose now stood, flipping on the light; black and white tiles were under her feet with a black bath mat at the shower’s door. Dark red towels hung from silver rods on the back of the door to the hallway, and a fluffy light pink robe that hung on its own silver hanger seemed to clash with them. She rolled her eyes for a moment at the robe, but undressed quickly, not realizing until then that she needed this shower more than anything at the moment. She opened the door to the shower, taking quick note of the soaps, shampoo and conditioner, and puff that was set for her.
"Maybe Egotistical isn't so bad after all," she said out loud as the hot water began to run over her body. "Should have given him a chance before I hit him, at least."
Rose lathered up the shampoo, running it through her blonde hair before rinsing it out, before doing the same with the conditioner that stood next to it. She felt slightly bad now that the same scene kept playing like some moving picture in her mind. But he had touched her, and Rose wasn’t as welcoming to complete strangers like she was years ago. Torchwood on the parallel Earth had always taught her that - it was rule number 1 to them. Her heart ached at the thought of not being able to see her family and friends again, but what had been done was done, and there was no going back, not even if she wanted to. Rose soaped up the shower puff with an intoxicating scent of pineapple and oranges, and cleaned herself before stepping out onto the bath mat, reaching for one of the towels to dry herself off with.
Butterflies started up in her stomach as she put on the robe, her hair wrapped under the thick towel as the blonde opened up the bathroom door and let out a sigh of relief before stepping foot back into the corridor towards the bedroom. Still no sign of the guards, which in her mind was a good thing - she didn’t like being kept under watch all the time. As she slipped back into the bedroom, she noticed that the bed was made up, and the dirty plate taken away from the table. The note still remained, though, its paper standing out against the dark wood. Rose moved further into the room, and sat down at the foot of the bed as she unwrapped the towel that held her damp hair, running it through several times over her head, drying it. Soon, though, her whole body was dry, and she walked to the closet, searching for the dress and shoes. When Rose saw them, the blonde let out a gasp of surprise at how exquisite the gown was. The dress was red, strapless, and done in a simple yet elegant style that only she could pull off; the shoes matched the gown in color, strappy, with two inch heels and a red velveteen bow at the toes. Rose removed the hanger from the closet rod which it was hanging from, and held it up to her. A black crushed velvet bag hung on the same hanger as the dress, which she pulled off of it.
Opening the bag, the blonde removed a small, silver, simple diamond necklace in the shape of a rose with matching earrings. Rose's jaw fell open as she let out a small squeak of shock, not expecting to see such extravagant and delicate jewelry. A bit of light caught the necklace's diamond and bounced off onto the wall, showing the gem’s true beauty. She placed the jewelry onto the soft velvet, and moved to put on the dress. Slipping it on, it was a perfect fit, almost as if it were custom made for her body. Rose never truly felt more beautiful than what she did now, and put on the shoes before clasping the earrings into place. Holding up the necklace again, the blonde looked at it once more before fastening the chain around her neck.
She twirled around, and wondered for a brief moment what the Doctor would think of her in this dress. If only he could see her now, being stuck as some prisoner - a very well treated one - but a prisoner none the less, he'd rescue her, just like the Time Lord had done so many times before. Rose's heart ached at the thought of seeing him again, but knew that he would want her to be strong, for him, even if he wasn't here. The blonde almost didn't want to go into the conference room, almost afraid of what she might see there, but knew it was better to ignore such a request from her captor.
"I guess my job is never done," she whispered to no one in particular, making her exit from the bedroom to the conference room, the sound of what would be clicking heels muffled by the carpet, trying to remember which way it was. When she arrived, an UNIT guard looked her over, a puzzling expression on his face as to why she was dressed like that. "They've been expecting you, Miss Tyler," he said in an almost condescending tone.
"They?" the blonde raised an eyebrow. "Who are they?"
The guard pushed open the door. "Go look for yourself."
Rose stepped inside the large room, her jaw dropping down in surprise when she saw the faces of the Doctor and Jack.
Author: mistakenelegant
Word Count: 1,402
Rating: PG-13, may go up to R later.
Author's Notes: I'm doing chapters of this fic for NaNoWriMo. That is all.
Chapters: Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3
Several hours had passed since Rose had been laying there on the bed. Her whole body ached, her eyes still a bit red and puffy from crying. She felt like she'd been through hell and back as she sat up, realizing where she was. A soft glow came from the lamps that sat on either nightstand table, and she must have kicked off her shoes while she was sleeping. When she didn’t show up for the evening meal, one of the UNIT men had brought in a plate of food - chicken, mashed potatoes, and something that resembled green beans mixed with corn - a few bottles of water and a note from the Master and placed it on the dark wooden table that was in the room.
Rose walked on the dark carpet towards the table, clearly seeing the plate. She was starving, and quickly picked up the fork, almost inhaling the food. It wasn't until the blonde was halfway done with her meal that her brown eyes caught sight of the piece of paper. As much as she didn’t want to read what was about to happen to her, she picked it up, and read it.
My dearest Rose,
I'm not sure when you're going to wake up, but when you do, enjoy the food that was brought to you. Shower, and change into the dress that is hanging in the closet along with the necklace, earrings, and shoes that are on the floor. Then meet me in the conference room. I have a surprise for you.
The Master
A surge of anger raced through Rose as she read the note. Who did he think he was to be calling her 'dearest', let alone be giving her clothes and jewelry? Nobody ever even dared to make her angry, because everyone knew that if you did, you’d be getting a slap across the face. Jackie made sure that her daughter knew how to protect herself and if someone made Rose that mad, they were in trouble - deep, deep trouble. She took a sip of water from one of the bottles, and slumped back in the chair, not even thinking about finishing the rest of her supper. But the Master did have a point - she was in need of a long, hot shower and a change of clothes. But there was one thing that Rose wasn't looking forward to: this surprise that was waiting for her.
Though she didn't want to, Rose finished her meal and water before getting up from the table, stretching slightly before making her way over towards the door, poking her head out slightly before opening it fully and stepping into the hallway barefoot heading in the direction of the bathroom, the white carpet feeling brand new under her feet. No guards were around, leaving the blonde to make a peaceful entrance to the bathroom.
It was cool in the room where Rose now stood, flipping on the light; black and white tiles were under her feet with a black bath mat at the shower’s door. Dark red towels hung from silver rods on the back of the door to the hallway, and a fluffy light pink robe that hung on its own silver hanger seemed to clash with them. She rolled her eyes for a moment at the robe, but undressed quickly, not realizing until then that she needed this shower more than anything at the moment. She opened the door to the shower, taking quick note of the soaps, shampoo and conditioner, and puff that was set for her.
"Maybe Egotistical isn't so bad after all," she said out loud as the hot water began to run over her body. "Should have given him a chance before I hit him, at least."
Rose lathered up the shampoo, running it through her blonde hair before rinsing it out, before doing the same with the conditioner that stood next to it. She felt slightly bad now that the same scene kept playing like some moving picture in her mind. But he had touched her, and Rose wasn’t as welcoming to complete strangers like she was years ago. Torchwood on the parallel Earth had always taught her that - it was rule number 1 to them. Her heart ached at the thought of not being able to see her family and friends again, but what had been done was done, and there was no going back, not even if she wanted to. Rose soaped up the shower puff with an intoxicating scent of pineapple and oranges, and cleaned herself before stepping out onto the bath mat, reaching for one of the towels to dry herself off with.
Butterflies started up in her stomach as she put on the robe, her hair wrapped under the thick towel as the blonde opened up the bathroom door and let out a sigh of relief before stepping foot back into the corridor towards the bedroom. Still no sign of the guards, which in her mind was a good thing - she didn’t like being kept under watch all the time. As she slipped back into the bedroom, she noticed that the bed was made up, and the dirty plate taken away from the table. The note still remained, though, its paper standing out against the dark wood. Rose moved further into the room, and sat down at the foot of the bed as she unwrapped the towel that held her damp hair, running it through several times over her head, drying it. Soon, though, her whole body was dry, and she walked to the closet, searching for the dress and shoes. When Rose saw them, the blonde let out a gasp of surprise at how exquisite the gown was. The dress was red, strapless, and done in a simple yet elegant style that only she could pull off; the shoes matched the gown in color, strappy, with two inch heels and a red velveteen bow at the toes. Rose removed the hanger from the closet rod which it was hanging from, and held it up to her. A black crushed velvet bag hung on the same hanger as the dress, which she pulled off of it.
Opening the bag, the blonde removed a small, silver, simple diamond necklace in the shape of a rose with matching earrings. Rose's jaw fell open as she let out a small squeak of shock, not expecting to see such extravagant and delicate jewelry. A bit of light caught the necklace's diamond and bounced off onto the wall, showing the gem’s true beauty. She placed the jewelry onto the soft velvet, and moved to put on the dress. Slipping it on, it was a perfect fit, almost as if it were custom made for her body. Rose never truly felt more beautiful than what she did now, and put on the shoes before clasping the earrings into place. Holding up the necklace again, the blonde looked at it once more before fastening the chain around her neck.
She twirled around, and wondered for a brief moment what the Doctor would think of her in this dress. If only he could see her now, being stuck as some prisoner - a very well treated one - but a prisoner none the less, he'd rescue her, just like the Time Lord had done so many times before. Rose's heart ached at the thought of seeing him again, but knew that he would want her to be strong, for him, even if he wasn't here. The blonde almost didn't want to go into the conference room, almost afraid of what she might see there, but knew it was better to ignore such a request from her captor.
"I guess my job is never done," she whispered to no one in particular, making her exit from the bedroom to the conference room, the sound of what would be clicking heels muffled by the carpet, trying to remember which way it was. When she arrived, an UNIT guard looked her over, a puzzling expression on his face as to why she was dressed like that. "They've been expecting you, Miss Tyler," he said in an almost condescending tone.
"They?" the blonde raised an eyebrow. "Who are they?"
The guard pushed open the door. "Go look for yourself."
Rose stepped inside the large room, her jaw dropping down in surprise when she saw the faces of the Doctor and Jack.