Characters: Rose Tyler, Ninth Doctor
Length: 100 words
Rating: All ages
Summary: He hears her heart pounding.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to RTD and the BBC. I'm just playing here, in the corner, making little sand-TARDISes. Not making any money, not asserting any claims.
A/N: This is a bidding incentive fic, written for the September Support Stacie Auction. The bidding consortium known only as the Shadow Proclamation provided the following prompt: Rose, fear.
Remember, there's still time to bid on one of the many great Doctor Who and Torchwood authors in the auction. Bidding closes at 8 PM Central Time on Monday, September 14.
It's dark in their cramped hiding place. He hears her heart pounding, and smells the bitter reek of fear. He's grateful that the Nidril Guards don't use tracking beasts. Unfortunately, they do use psychotropic gases, and Rose got a lungful.
Footsteps echo outside. Rose draws a deep breath. If she screams, we're dead. In this tight space, he can't raise a hand to cover her mouth.
The kiss silences her. Rose begins to respond, pressing against him with an urgency that he can't blame on the gas. This wasn't s'posed to happen. Now it's his turn to feel fear.