A/N: I could pretend that the hold-up was waiting to get permission from dreamerbee to use one or two of her superb illustrations on LJ, but I'll come clean and admit I've been asleep in bed all day with a migraine.


Part Twelve

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As they passed several other guests, the Doctor politely greeted them with the words, "Good evening." It didn't pay to draw any unwanted attention in their direction; not when he was so close to his goal.

He managed to contain his excitement as they stood patiently waiting for the lift to arrive. Once they entered through the doors, he instructed Donna to push the button for the twelfth floor. "We're in room 1214," he told her conversationally.

Not that Donna was capable of replying much beyond the bare basics of polite conversation yet. He would remedy that once they were safely within the confines of the hotel room. It fitted his plans if she was compliant but he didn't want to make love to a complete robot. Where was the fun in that? None, considering he wanted her to scream out his name in the throes of passion just like she had cried out Chris's name earlier in the week. That time around he had pretended to be Chris, but this time he could be totally himself and earn the response in her body.

Using the key card he had picked up from reception, he swiftly let them into the room and set about making the room more pleasant for his purposes. "Would you care for a drink?" he asked Donna once he had turned on all the low lights in the room, giving the place a cosy ambience.

She still looked slightly dazed, but that would soon pass after he had brought her out of her trance. All she had managed to do was give a slight shake of her head when his lips were upon her, forcing her to step back and fall onto the large bed that took up much of the space in the room.

They landed softly on masses of bedding that cushioned their fall. "Oh Donna!" he happily groaned. "Alone at last, to do as we please."

The Doctor's hand started on her knee and gradually made its way up her thigh, below the hem of her dress, sliding onwards until his fingertips stroked her through the front of her knickers. Donna immediately bucked, both in shock and indignation; breaking the spell he had finely woven.

"What the bloody hell do you think you are doing, Sunshine?!" she yelped as she pushed him away.

He grabbed both of her wrists and pulled her bodily back to him. "I am enjoying an intimate moment with my potential wife. Why are you arguing about this?" he answered moodily. Not that he was really angry with her; he loved it when she fought him back. It added so much more to the situation and he fancied goading her a little bit further.

"Why? You dumbo! In contrast to what you might have been told about me, I do not mess about having sex with just anybody," she testily told him.

"Good! Neither do I!" he almost cried back. "In fact I am very particular. Now where were we…?"

She pushed against him again, and wriggled desperately as he continued to hold her wrists. "Oh no you don't! I won't be party to this," she ground out through gritted teeth.

He lifted her wrists above her head and brought them nose to nose with each other on the bed. "I won't repeat myself. When I say I won't have sex, I mean exactly that. I will not do anything beyond petting. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Doctor," she automatically responded.

Good! That was exactly what he wanted to hear from her as they played this little game of innocence. He then rubbed his nose along her jawline. "I'm not saying that I don't fancy the idea of us making love, right here right now; but I am prepared to wait until you are legally mine."

Inevitably she scoffed at that. "Good luck with waiting, mate! I'll believe it when I see it."

"Not only will you believe it, you will experience it for yourself," the Doctor promised, releasing her wrists and he then trailed his fingers down her arm, making her squirm at the ticklish sensation. Ignoring that, his hand travelled further down, gently squeezing her soft flesh.

Any protest Donna would have made was swallowed by his mouth as he moulded his lips onto hers, moving in seductive sweeps until he encouraged her to open up and let his tongue in. Shifting his weight, he forced her to lie back on the bed beneath him so that he could continue to kiss her passionately and knead her flesh whilst trailing his other hand downwards. His intention was to make her beg him to take her body; and he could hardly wait to hear her soft moans.

Desire spiked through her, making her blindly reach out and rub her hand over the front of his trousers. "Oh yes!" he groaned happily, and helped her tug at the tails of his shirt to get to his chest.

As he whipped off his tie, she ripped opened his shirt. That was the precise moment she noticed the St Christopher around his neck. It almost swung into her face as she took in the unusual design, the words; the locket component. The sight reminded her of only one thing.

She attempted to sit up and away from him with a start. "What are you doing wearing Chris's St Christopher?" she angrily demanded.

"It's not his," the Doctor answered petulantly. "It's mine!" He then rolled them so that the pendant couldn't continue to distract her, and her assets could fall into his hands.

"No it isn't. I'd know that one anywhere," she insisted. "Well?! How do you explain the fact you've nicked that St Christopher?"

There was a huff of anger. "Of course it's mine, you stupid woman. It was given to me by my mother the last time I saw her alone," the Doctor replied, his irritation with having to explain himself evident in every facial expression. "She gave it to me to remember her by."

That was almost exactly the same thing Chris had told her when she had discovered his St Christopher; but he hadn't said he had a brother. Instead he had used the words 'related on his father's side', so that only left… "You're both the same person!" she gasped in realisation as the thought clicked into place.

He scowled back at her and then slowly clapped a couple of times. "Give the lady a putty medal!" he said sarcastically. "I'm not secretly Clark Kent but you'd think people could see beyond a pair of glasses and a change of hair style! Sheesh, you've been thick."

She slapped him hard around the face as he lay beneath her. "What have you done with Chris, you bastard? Give him back!"

He rubbed his cheek and grinned slyly back at her. "Shan't."

"The hell you will; if you know what's good for you," she threatened. "I'll stab you through the heart with a wooden stake if I have to."

"Donna, I am not a vampire," he said with a great deal of exasperation. "I have merely taken a potion."

"Oh!" She shrugged sheepishly. "I should have noticed the lack of twinkling. Would a crucifix work?"

"That'd still be vampires," he pointed out helpfully. "And I'm sure that… if you wanted to… you could work out how you could erm…"

Donna stared down at him in shock as his features altered subtly to show Chris now underneath her. She couldn't explain how she knew exactly apart from the expression in his eyes. "Chris!" she cried and threw herself down onto his chest in gratitude. "Oh Chris!"

Chris reached into his pocket and drew out his glasses. Donning them, he soothed a hand down her back. "You were right; the Doctor is basically me…"

Donna pushed up to view him closely. "Let me get this right; the Doctor is some sort of alter ego that's full of confidence and charm. Why was he bothering with me when he could have had any young nubile blonde of his choosing?"

He gulped nervously. "Because I wanted you," he answered simply, not wanting to say more.

"Are you saying it's a case of ownership? That doesn't make sense," she admitted.

"Not ownership, he wants to mate with you," Chris supplied.

She mulled this over. "He wants to get me pregnant… Okay, but I still don't get what the point is, considering he chose me."

Chris huffed. "Donna, having a child would tie you to him for life. You'd be his for ever more in his eyes."

No, she still couldn't get her head around this. "Why would he want to do that when he could chase after any bit of skirt?"

He laughed hollowly. "Can't you see?! He loves you! The Doctor loves you so much he'd do anything to keep you by his side."

"He does? Anything?! Like form another self to take over the job for him, perhaps," she mused.

"Oh!" Chris went bright red. "Yes, that's more than likely."

"What are you really saying, Chris? Tell me how the Doctor came into being." She waited expectantly for an answer.

He cleared his throat. "I erm… I made a potion to become more of a Time Lord, so that you'd be impressed…" His voice petered out.

"What's a Time Lord?"

"My father was one. They're an ancient race from Gallifrey who kept the time lines pure, among other things"

"And your mum? Was she a Time Lord too?" Donna wondered.

He shook his head. "No, only partially; mainly. She was human until I came along and changed her," he replied.

She considered him thoughtfully. "So you are part alien then. All those rumours were true." Taking in his surprise, she added, "You turn up out of the blue with Mr Tyler's family and expect no one to gossip about you? Do be serious! Since I started being friends with you I've had loads of people warn me about possible alien stuff."

His eyes widened further. "Does this mean you don't mind? About the not being completely human part…?"

"Of course not!" she answered confidently. "I was attracted to you, not your bloody parents. As for the potion malarkey, well, I'm not sure why you bothered, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like certain aspects of the Doctor. I'm assuming taking that potion is a bit like getting drunk and lowering your inhibitions."

"Slightly… just a bit," he confessed.

"Here comes the million dollar question," she announced hesitantly. "Since you didn't make a move on me until you took the potion, does that mean that it acted like some sort of Dutch courage, or can you only get it up when you're the Doctor?"

There was no way he could answer that and look directly at her. "I had no problem with physical things; but I was frightened I'd ruin things by even kissing you," he strained out.

Say the words, the Doctor urged him. Grab her and tell her what she means to you; to us!

"What's the problem?" she asked anxiously when she saw him blinking desperately.

He took a deep breath. Could he say it? BLOODY TELL HER OR I WILL TAKE OVER AGAIN!

That decided it for him. "I did all this because I love you, Donna," he declared. "I wanted you to love me back and I didn't know how else to make you want me." There! It was out in the open; finally.

About bloody time!There was a slow hand clap in his mind.

Donna clasped a hand over her mouth in shock, and then gradually it brought it down to allow herself to speak. "You did all that creeping about, scaring me half to death, doing some sort of weirdo mind trick to get me into bed because you love me? That has to take the biscuit in chat up lines." She let out a pent up sigh and then slapped him hard across the shoulder. "You silly sod! Didn't you notice that I was heartbroken when you showed the photos in your lounge?"

Told you!the Doctor crowed in his ear.

'Sod off!' Chris chastised him as he reached up and kissed Donna languidly.

"What about the Doctor?" she asked anxiously when they broke for air. "Is he coming back?"

He guided her lips back to him. "I have the feeling we won't be seeing much of him at all."

The Doctor seethed quietly in the background. He knew when Chris was likely to let him out; and he'd wait for his moment of rare freedom. For now, he could enjoy the show.


The phone rang, and Chris ran down the stairs to answer it, but changed his mind to sit anxiously on the stairs listening to the answer machine to deal with it instead. He smiled when the voice turned out to be Donna leaving a message.

"I know you are worrying that I love the Doctor, and he does have this whole sexy vibe going on; but I love you Chris. I love you a heck of a lot more. So call me, please, before I die of old age. I miss you."

He grabbed up the phone and told her with delight, "I'm on my way so stop worrying. I'll see you at the church in half an hour."

"Have you got the bottle in your jacket?" she asked.

"Right here," he answered, patting the pocket where it sat. "The Doctor will be on call to deal with the speeches, but tonight will be all me."

There was a giggle at the other end of the line. "I love you, Doctor Christopher Noble," she purred at him.

"And I love you, almost-Mrs Donna Noble. Now get to the church!" he ordered her.

There was a ceremony to deal with. One that involved a guard of honour provided by Alan and their classmates armed with power tools, a wedding cake designed by Delores, and a buffet provided by their cookery mates.

Picking up his keys, he practically ran out of the door and towards his future.