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20 August 2007 @ 05:15 pm
Of Dreams and Waking (3/5)  
Title: Of Dreams and Waking (Part 2, Chapter 1)
Author: svanderslice
Beta: The amazing and talented ganeris
Character/Pairing: Nine/Rose
Rating: R (for some adult content)
Summary: Which is better, the dream or the nightmare?
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and I make no money off of their obvious love and desire for each other.
Author's Notes: Written for the time_and_chips ficathon, anywhere but Cardiff.
Prompt: Deva Loka (paradise planet of the Kinda), August 3, 2266

Previous Chapters
Part 2:
Of Dreams and Waking
Part 2
Chapter 1


To get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with. ~ Mark Twain



The Doctor should be in a state of total relaxation. He’s on one of the most breathtaking beaches in the known universe; the sun high in the sky, the breeze soft and warm, and the sound of the waves gentle and rhythmic. He’s got a fallen log to support his back, a towel to cushion his head, and one of his favorite books in hand. It’s a shame really, since everything is beyond perfect, that he’s nearly desperate to leave.

Rose asked for someplace beautiful, and so he brought her here, unwilling to risk ruining her request on something new and unknown. But Deva Loka reminds him too much of a different life; a time when he’d had a younger body and a lighter soul; a time when he’d been accompanied by three old friends, now long lost to him. He smiles in bittersweet reminiscence as their images dance though his mind: Nyssa, as brilliant as she was beautiful; Tegan, full of loyalty and stubborn pride; and Adric… Oh God don’t think of Adric. The Doctor runs a palm over his face as a painful wave of remorse rolls through his abdomen. There are too many ghosts on this planet.

He lays the lovingly worn pages of Don Quixote against his chest, finally admitting to himself that he’s not going to read any of it, and focuses all attention on his redemptive angel. Rose is frolicking among the gentle waves with a family of lombins, the furry creatures, sprinting and bobbing around her in the foamy sea. Every so often one of them pokes her playfully with an oversized duckbill, saying “hello.” She laughs, throwing her head back in abject joy, as a brave baby lombin does just that, brushing its nose playfully against the bare skin of her stomach. The Doctor’s breath catches in his throat as he is suddenly unaware of anything other than this woman: the music of her laugh; the way the sunlight reflects off her wet hair; the curve of her breasts against the powder-blue bikini top.

It would be so easy to go and join her; to strip down to his skin, wade out into the warm waves, and assuage the all consuming need he’s felt since shortly after her first trip in the TARDIS. She’d welcome him, he knows this. He could have had her hours ago, propped up against the kitchen sink, legs spread wide, moaning his name. He’d been so very angry: angry at believing the impossibility of a dream, angry that she wouldn’t let it go, and angry that there was a part of him who’d not really wanted her to. The Doctor had been a hair’s breadth away from ravaging her lips with his, taking everything she was offering, but it was so much more than he deserved. In the end he’d thrown his rage into a childish tantrum rather than burying it between her thighs, but it had been a close call. Too close.

There are some things in this universe that are just not meant to be, and a broken Time Lord with more than nine centuries behind him has no business being in a sexual relationship with a nineteen-year-old human girl who’s just begun to live. If he crosses that line, Rose will be too loyal to ever leave and someday she’s going to want so many things he can’t give her: a stable home, a family. The Doctor brushes his fingers down the spine of the book, the corner of his mouth curving into a bitter smile; when it comes to loving Rose Tyler, he might as well be tilting at windmills.

He’s saved from falling further into maudlin introspection when Rose, glowing with youthful health and enthusiasm sprints the short distance separating him from the water’s edge.

“What,” he asks, closing the book and placing it on the sand besides him, “you get bored with your new friends already?”

“Nope, they all just up and swam away.” she says, twisting the long length of her hair over one shoulder and wringing out the excess water. “Guess I wasn’t very interesting company after all.”

The Doctor swallows a comment about just how interesting she actually is and glances down at his wristwatch, grateful for an excuse to divert his gaze from her gloriously wet skin. “Nah,” he says, tapping the watch face, “they’re just hungry is all; tide’s about to come in, and with it all whole mess of different kinds of fish and plant life. They’ve just left you to go catch some grub.”

Rose rubs a hand over the flat expanse of her stomach, fingertips just skimming the top edge of her bikini bottoms. “Speaking of which,” she says casually, snapping the Doctor’s attention back up to her face, “is there anything here we can eat, or am I going to have to go wade around in high tide myself?” She flashes him a cheeky grin, warming his whole body more effectively than an hour lying on the hot sand.

“All the fruit on this planet is edible,” he tells her, his voice deceptively even.

“Seriously?” she asks him, her pretty face all scrunched up in disbelief, “all of it?”

“All of it,” he confirms, getting to his feet and brushing considerable amounts of sand off his black jeans. “You asked for someplace beautiful, and I’ve brought you to paradise.” The Doctor reaches over to the fallen log that’s been acting as his back rest for the past hour and retrieves his leather jacket. The movement reveals the stash of brightly colored fruit he picked earlier. “You see,” he says smugly, tossing her a perfectly ripened specimen from the pile, “no worries.”

Rose catches it effortlessly in both hands. “Is this an apple?” she asks, examining the bright red skin.

The Doctor chooses his own snack from the pile before looking up to answer her. “Near enough,” he shrugs. The fruit makes a distinctive popping sound as his teeth break the skin. “Tastes like one too.”

Rose’s expression turns decisively smug as she tosses her snack in the air a couple of times, “You sure I should be eating this with you?” she asks, her lips spread wide in a playful smile. “One of these a day and I might just be left on an asteroid somewhere, no way to get home.”

“Cheeky git,” he replies, gesturing towards the fruit, “it’ll take a lot more than a pile of these to keep this Doctor away.” He laughs in spite of himself, “That’s a terrible pun, by the way; I must be rubbing off on you.”

Rose sends him her most flirtatious look. “Oh, don’t you just wish?”

He sees her smirk, and wolfishly raises an eyebrow, calling Rose’s bluff. This game is safe, because he’s holding all the cards.

Backing down just as he knew she would, Rose takes a huge bite of the red fruit, only to burst into hysterical giggles a second later as a cascade of excess juice dribbles down her chin and in between her breasts. “Okay,” she manages between guffaws, “not exactly like an apple.”

Near enough, the Doctor repeats in his mind, because this Eden, and she is the ultimate temptation. Heat pools in his groin as she takes another messy bite.

“Doctor,” she mumbles, managing to swallow.

He snaps his thoughts away from where they most certainly shouldn’t be and tosses her a towel. “Um, hmm?” That’s right, he thinks, sound disinterested.

Rose wipes the juice from her face and neck before wrapping herself in the fluffy terrycloth, effectively concealing her lush curves. “You said that there were people here, highly developed people, but I haven’t seen anything bigger than those giant platypuses I was just swimming with.”

“They’re called lombins, Rose,” he corrects her, rolling his eyes in feigned exasperation, “and the people I told you about prefer to live in the deep jungle.”

Rose makes a face, her disbelief evident as she searches the nearby sand for her discarded clothing. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Paradise, Rose, remember?” He grabs her denim shorts from next to the fruit pile and tosses them to her. “The Kinda have no natural predators and no enemies; they’re completely peaceful. And since the temperature here never varies more than five degrees in either direction, they have no need for any shelter other than the trees.”

“So they’ve got no buildings? How advanced could they be then?”

“Not everything has to come packaged with a human bow, Rose,” he tells her, throwing her pink t-shirt at her lap as she sits down to tie her trainers. “This is Deva Loka in 2266, not London in 2005. Civilization means something entirely different than from what you’re used to.”

“All right,” she says, straightening up and attempting to wipe sand off of her damp clothing, “then tell me what it does mean. What are the Kinda like?”

“Well, they’re silent for one thing, Rose,” he tells her. “Don’t have to worry about them making snap judgments.”

“Oi!” she exclaims indignantly, throwing her damp towel at the Doctor’s chest.

He catches it effortlessly and continues without missing a beat. “They have the most developed sense of hearing in the universe, and as a result have developed chimes that when struck, use frequencies that are so precise they can manipulate different aspects of their biology. They heal using sound, Rose, which is brilliant, absolutely fantastic, and you know why?” Rose just shakes her head, caught up in his enthusiasm. “Life has a tendency to overcompensate for any flaws, lose one sense and the others get stronger; the Kinda communicate almost exclusively with telepathy.”

Rose’s eyes grow to twice their size with that statement, “So when you say they’re silent, you seriously mean they don’t talk? At all?”

“For the most part,” he tells her, making to move back towards the edge of the jungle where he’d parked the TARDIS, “each tribe is ruled by a priestess or wise woman. She and her protégé are the only members of the Kinda who can speak at any given time. Think of it as quality control.”

Rose blows a puff of air inelegantly out of her nose, “quality control?”

“Yep,” he says, grinning widely and leading her back towards the TARDIS through the thick expanse of trees. "No one speaks except the one in charge.”

Rose seems to consider this for a moment. “But you said they have tepathy.”

The Doctor rolls his eyes at her mispronunciation, “Telepathy, Rose.”

“Right,” she agrees, quickly recovering, “telepathy. Doesn’t that mean they talk all the time, only it’s all in their minds, and not out loud?”

“Sort of,” he agrees, “but it’s not talking as such, more like a sharing of the minds. They have a constant sense of each other, but no real dialogue.”

Rose’s expression grows contemplative, “I’d miss it,” she tells him sadly, “no more music, no more laughing, never hearing someone you care about say your name. How can they bear it?”

How does anyone bear it, he wonders, how did he survive before she came along to bring those things back to him? “You don’t miss what you never had, Rose,” he tells her, laying a firm, but gentle hand on her shoulder.

She nods, but doesn’t look convinced, “I think I’d miss it anyway.”

The Doctor thinks she might be right, but decides it’s better left unsaid. “Would you like to see for yourself?”

Rose brightens instantly, once again animatedly enthused, “you mean go meet some of the Kinda?” He nods. “Absolutely! But how are we going to communicate with them?”

Rose lets the Doctor take her hand as he begins to lead them in a different direction. “I’ll be able to sense a bit of their telepathic field,” he tells her, guiding her deeper into the sub-tropical jungle, “and like I said, the wise woman can speak. Although I’ve got to warn you, the last time I was here I’d have preferred her not to have.”

Rose giggles at his playfulness, “how do you mean?”

“Oh she was scary, Rose,” he tells her, in all honesty. “All old and wizened, spouting prophesies that made no sense, and insults with no basis in reality.” He lays a palm in the center of his chest and affects his most pained expression. “She called me an idiot, Rose,” he says incredulously. “Can you imagine, me?” His expression grows more horrified as Rose’s giggles get louder. “A batty old crone she was, I’m telling you.”

Rose’s laughter stops short as they’re suddenly not the only people walking through the trees. Rose clasps the Doctor’s hand a bit more tightly as a group of young men, all wearing simple linen skirts and guarded expressions, line up shoulder to shoulder to block their path. He senses a ripple of unease wash through them, and immediately sends out a psychic message of reassurance, hoping he’s not too out of practice to send a clear signal. “Hello,” he says calmly, more for Rose’s benefit than theirs, “Just came here to see the sights, got any recommendations?”

Rose moves a bit closer to him when there’s no change in the Kinda’s unfriendly body language.” I thought you said they were peaceful?”

Before the Doctor can reply the group suddenly splits in the middle, the twelve men lining up side by side in two parallel lines, allowing him to get a glimpse of what they’ve obviously been protecting.

The breathtaking woman glides gracefully towards them, her bare feet hardly making a sound on the lush grass. The simple linen shift she wears somehow manages to accentuate every elegant curve of her body, while perfectly complimenting the auburn highlights in the cascading waves of her ebony hair.

Rose moves in close to the Doctor, leaning her whole length into his side, her body heat suddenly startling him away from the wise woman’s thrall. He looks down at her familiar face, at once startled by the hostility he finds there. “Batty old crone, yeah?” she says flippantly, “Well that’s certainly a new definition.”

Too stunned to comment, the Doctor looks back up towards the enticing creature now standing directly before him; her dark, heavy lidded eyes seeming to take in his whole self. She lays a palm flat on his chest for a moment, smiling knowingly before reaching up to touch his face.

“Welcome, Doctor,” the wise woman’s voice echoes in his mind, a caress much more intimate than the fingers on his cheek. “We’re so glad you’ve come.”
 
 
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brilliantomega: Thinking is Sexy CEbrilliantomega on August 20th, 2007 09:43 pm (UTC)
I so love your Nine - waiting with bated breath...what does the lady want and will someone communicate to Rose Nine's felling for her (she deserves some of those cards.) Oh the possiblities... (btw - beautiful images)
svanderslice: DW - 9/Rose Hell yeahsvanderslice on August 20th, 2007 09:54 pm (UTC)
wow! That was a fast responce, I seriously just posted this a few minutes ago. Thanks so much for the lovely review. I work really hard to try and paint a picture of what I want everyone to see.

As for Rose finding out what Nine is feeling...hmmm, we'll have wait and see.
brilliantomegabrilliantomega on September 6th, 2007 02:53 am (UTC)
*wimper* more?
svanderslice: DW - 9 Loves Rose bwsvanderslice on September 6th, 2007 11:11 am (UTC)
I'm working on it, sorry. I'm a slow writer since I'm such a perfectionist. Hopefully it will be worth the wait though. It's nice to know someone is waiting for it. :)
AV Gend: fandomneverwinter on August 20th, 2007 10:19 pm (UTC)
"This game is safe, because he’s holding all the cards."

I thought that was a genius line. It's really true!

Anyway, I am really enjoying this fic. This chapter was beautifully written and I cannot wait for the next part =3

~Neverwinter
svanderslice: DW - 9/Rose Hell yeahsvanderslice on August 20th, 2007 10:23 pm (UTC)
I thought that was a genius line. It's really true!

Thanks so much, that was actually one of the more difficult parts of this chapter to write, so I'm glad it is appreciated.

And as for the next part, I think it might not be for a couple of weeks, I have to go out of state for a while, but I want to be able to write while I'm on vacation, so hopefully the wait won't be toooooo long. :)
AV Gend: geek 01neverwinter on August 20th, 2007 10:26 pm (UTC)
Well as long as you update, I can wait a very long time (and I'm sure others too) ^___^

~Neverwinter

PS: Oh by the way (lool) have a nice holiday XP
bluevolvic (Paula)bluevolvic on August 20th, 2007 11:35 pm (UTC)
great chapter, really liking this fic:D i love the way you've written Nine .
svanderslice: DW - 9 Dork Dancesvanderslice on August 20th, 2007 11:54 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much, I worked really hard on it, so I'm glad you noticed.
babakanushbonhomie_13 on August 21st, 2007 12:33 pm (UTC)
I've just read all the chapters in one hit, and I'm loving this so far. You've done a wonderful job, and I really love Nine's thoughts and reasonings behind what he's doing. Very believable and in character. And so is Rose. And I love the world you've spun here - absolutely wonderful and believable and so, so tangible. Oh, and did I mention I loved your characterisations? Because they just need mentioning again, they're so brilliant! :P

And I just have to tell you I adored the spaz the Doctor chucked. :P You've gotta love you some Nine-tantrum.

But I noticed that Rose called the lombins "platypuses" ... plurally "platypus" is "platypi" (and their babies are puggles. How cute is that? :D). I know Rose could easily make that mistake (since we know she fails at any sort of correct pronunciation and terminology. :P), but I'm sure the Doctor would've corrected her (as he so loves to do. lol).

Anyway, sorry. That was picky, but I'm like that and can't stop until I've said something. It's like an incurable itch. :P

So, can't wait to read more (hint, hint, hurry up with the next installment ;D), and am anxious to see what happens with our favourite pair and this hot, batty young-old crone. :P

Keep your hands to yourself, girl, or Rose'll getcha!

Keep up the great work!
babakanushbonhomie_13 on August 21st, 2007 12:39 pm (UTC)
Okay, just looked up "platypi" to make sure I wasn't making it up, and wiki reckons there's no right or wrong plural - as in none of the head honchos can make up their mind as to what the correct plural is.

So, ignore what I said and write whatever the bloody hell you like. :)

Though, being Australian myself, I think you should disregard whatever wiki says on the matter and listen to me, instead. ;D lol.
babakanushbonhomie_13 on August 21st, 2007 12:42 pm (UTC)
Okay ... wiki didn't even know about puggles, so I stand by the fact that I am right and wiki is wrong.

:P

Okay, I think I need to go sleep, now, for the safety of everyone...
svanderslice: DW - 9/Rose Hell yeahsvanderslice on August 21st, 2007 03:48 pm (UTC)
oh, by the way, I have a map on my profile page that puts a star on the city that my vistors are from. You gave me an Australian star, and that's the furthest away from me to date. so Thanks! It seriously made my day!
svanderslice: DW - 9 Dork Dancesvanderslice on August 21st, 2007 03:11 pm (UTC)
lol, I can see that you are very passionate about these platypi/platypuses. I never expected that when I used them for the basis behind my lombins that I would get such an education. And yes, the fact that the babies are called "puggles" is very adorable. :)

I think I've decided to leave the story exactly as it is. Rose wouldn't know to not call them platypuses, and I'm not completely convinced that is entirely incorect anyway. And even if it is horribly wrong, I don't think having the Doctor correct her twice in one sentence (about platypuses actually being platypi, AND the fact that they are actually called Lombins in the first place) would really be sporting.

Thanks so much for your review though, I was worried that after the intensity of the first part that the second part wouldn't be well received. The intensity will be returning though, so stay tuned. :)
geordie_chickgeordie_chick on August 21st, 2007 06:19 pm (UTC)
Enjoying this very much. Will we see jealous Rose next?
svanderslice: DW - Rose Bravesvanderslice on August 21st, 2007 06:52 pm (UTC)
hmm, maybe...;)
the cat who walks by herselfgraycougar on August 22nd, 2007 11:08 pm (UTC)
I just came across this story and I wanted to let you know how much I'm enjoying it. I love all the descriptions in the story -- you paint such beautiful pictures with your words. And the characterization is just perfect. The Doctor's actions (and Rose's reaction) in part 1 in were heart-rending. And seeing the scene from the Doctor's point of view in the most recent part made it even better (for me anyway -- I have such a weakness for stories where the Doctor's angsting over his desire for Rose).
svanderslice: DW - 9 Loves Rose bwsvanderslice on August 22nd, 2007 11:48 pm (UTC)
you paint such beautiful pictures with your words
Thank you so much! I try so hard to do just that and it makes me feel so good that it worked for you.

Thank you so much for your review, you touched on most of the things that I was really trying to get across, so it I'm over the moon right now. I'm really glad you enjoyed learning the Doctor's point of view of their litle "almost kiss." And I think the Doctor "angsting" over his desire for Rose is about as cannon as can be. *points at icon*

the cat who walks by herselfgraycougar on August 24th, 2007 12:43 am (UTC)
Yeah, that's the look, right there. The one where you just know he's thinking of all the things he'd really like to be doing to with Rose right at that moment. Ah, how I miss seeing the Doctor give Rose that look. Don't get me wrong, I adore Ten -- and Ten/Rose -- as well, but for all that he was the more broken of the two, I always thought that Nine was more willing to admit (to himself at least, even though he'd never admit it to anyone else) how very hard he'd fallen for this companion. Probably because he didn't spend as much time as Ten did actively running away from that fact. That's always been my take on it, anyway.
TattooedSiren: ninerose meetingtattooedsiren on August 26th, 2007 12:06 pm (UTC)
Just read this series. Love it. Beautiful work. :O)
svanderslice: DW - 9/10 svanderslice on September 2nd, 2007 12:50 am (UTC)
Thanks so much. I've worked really hard on it, so I'm glad it's being appreciated. I hope to have part four up soon. :)
p.r.Chung: Nine/Rose - [FD] Hand on cheekprchung on August 30th, 2007 02:56 am (UTC)
Been catching up on reading tonight, found this, and instantly got drawn in. Have read all three chapters and I'm eager at best to read the rest.

Vivid descriptions, and lovely dialog that flows so well between Rose and Doctor has made this a total delight to read.
svanderslice: DW - 9 Loves Rose bwsvanderslice on September 2nd, 2007 01:04 am (UTC)
Thank you so much, I worked really hard on these chapters, so I'm glad you can tell. I hope to have the rest of it done really soon.
Vincelia Valentinevinceliav on September 10th, 2007 06:04 am (UTC)
Okay, so I told you, you'd wake up to find a review from me ;)
Be it known that I actually remembered I had homework due tomorrow, but I said to myself "I promised sarah a review, so I'm going to do that first" And trust me, your getting a long one this time missy lol I'm mentioning every little detail I love in it. It's because I lub ya so much XD

So mentions, I LOVE the animals playing with Rose. I can totally see this playing out in my head like an actual scene from doctor who. And it's so her!
The doctor imagining her against the counter. HOT. Sarah you should have no problem with the last chapter (though I think we've said that already lol)
I love him getting distracted by her hands on her stomach, then snapping back to what she was saying, usually this adhd-ness is applied only to ten, but we sooo know that 9 oogled her like that too :)
An apple a day keeps the doctor away- reference ftw!
Your created tribe is very unique and imaginative sarah, lol, can't wait to see what you have in store for Return.
Oh ho! I see a green eyed jealousy monster about to rear it's ugly head...and I can't wait!


Lovin' it so far! So write more soon Sarah!!
svanderslice: DW - 9 Loves Rose bwsvanderslice on September 10th, 2007 10:31 am (UTC)
Thanks so much for the lovely review, It was like getting a Christmas present this morning! However, you know that your homework is more important, and I would have understood, but I'm still really happy you did it anyway.

As for your mentiones, squee!! You loved bits that no one else noticed. It was important that the part with Rose playing with the lombins in the sea was really beautiful, because that's what the Doctor was watching as he longed for Rose.

I'm so glad that the image of Rose on the counter worked for you. I'm really excited to write the last chapter now.

And the apple a day keeps the doctor away reference, while an original exchange of dialogue, is actually homaged to Five, who was on this planet first. In the episode he picks up one of the apple-like fruits and makes a joke about himself. I'm glad you liked the reference though, since no one else said anything about it.

The tribe I again stole from "The Kinda," the Five episode the planet was originally from. But I've made some changes that you can chalk up to artistic lisence.

And while there was a wise woman on Diva Loka in that classic series episode, she was exactly how Nine described her in this chapter, old and scary. This wise woman is a creature entirely of my own creating. And Yes, don't you just LOVE it when Rose gets jealous?
(Anonymous) on August 11th, 2008 07:49 pm (UTC)
Just found this story - Do you plan to continue it?
svanderslicesvanderslice on August 11th, 2008 08:25 pm (UTC)
eventually.