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FIC: Flipped, Book 1 (6/8)

Title: Flipped, Book 1
Rating: heavy T, for author's paranoia and uncertainty about rating rules
Authortkel_paris
Summary: The Ninth Doctor saves two people at Henrick's. One is Rose Tyler. The other is a man who will change the Doctor's life forever. Written for tardis_mole's birthday.
Required Disclaimer: The summary should be enough to tell you I own nothing.
Dedications: My good friend tardis_mole, for helping me discover my talent at editing and for being an inspiration. You've challenged me to go beyond what I previously thought I would like, and so this is the farthest I've gone from my comfort zone so far. Who knows where I'll go next? ;D

And another important shout-out: sykira, whose LJ post about John Barrowman's comments about how Doctor Who could eventually go was the ultimate spark for this idea. Thank you, you treasure! :D

So I suppose that means the ultimate blame for this lies with the Barrowman. I can only imagine what he would think, although I suspect he would heartily approve. :P

Author's Note: Originally spawned from a different idea that split into three, this is a new version of one of those ideas revived as a birthday present. And it's spawned a significantly AU version for what I hope will be a Christmas present. If my NaNo story doesn't sap my writing energy for the rest of the month.

The original prompt from TM boiled down to this: “The Doctor and Donna in a situation that's never been done before.” Ask and ye shall receive, my friend. :D Happy birthday! :DDD

Special, Critical Disclaimer: I refuse to be held responsible for any $2000/2000 lattes, spit-takes, fainting spells, workplace/school gaffes, falling against/from things, or any other distracted spazzing off that might happen if you're not careful while reading this story. Especially in certain chapters. Read at your own risk. (I put this in because I was warned by one of my betas, cassikat, that my emails should come with a spit-take warning. So I'm looking out for y'all. ;D)

FYI (mostly for American readers): At the time this story starts, March 2004, the age of consent in Britain was apparently sixteen. That's been since changed to eighteen everywhere because of medical information on unintentional sexual injuries. And there are multiple opinions on what happened between Rose Tyler and Jimmy Stone, the person she left school because of. Here I decided to go with cassikat's idea, which you'll see in chapter 3. :)

And this post makes me caught up on this story! :D




Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5






CHAPTER SIX: EARTHLINGS AND INVASIONS (OF THE MIND)

David found himself on the floor – again. Shirt soaked with the effort expended over half an hour, he shook his head slowly – not that it didn't make him feel less like a wet dog. He looked up at the alien who'd finally gone without his jacket. “Damn you, Doctor!”

“Oi! Not my fault I have superior reflexes! And you almost had it there. One more go, come on!”

The Doctor's smug look make David feel like he had something to prove. He grunted as he pushed himself upright. “I will catch you off-guard one day.”

“Is that a vow?”

“Yes.”

“You'll have to develop better stamina first.”

“Daft alien! I'm dripping buckets and you're hardly sweating! Next time, we're ditching the shirts for a more equal footing! I'm more soaked than after a good run with Curie!”

He shrugged. “Suit yourself. If that's what you want.” He ignored the odd sensations in his heart over the idea of being in less than full clothing around his companion.

David took a deep breath. “This seems like more like tae kwon do, with all the using your opponent's force against them. What planet is this from again?”

“A planet called Dojo. It's an Earth Colony, and the name was actually a nick-name created by the retired soldiers who predominantly settled there. It developed a reputation as the best place to study martial arts in three galaxies.”

Scoffing, David shook his head. “Rather spot on.”

“You haven't heard some of the names that exist in the universe. Humans are typically to the point about naming things. Just wait and see if we ever have reason to go to Raxacoricofallapatorius.”

That made him blink, and nearly forgot his earlier complaints. After a moment, he decided, “I'll hear that story later. You promised me a rematch!”

The two resumed circling each other. The Doctor was looking for weaknesses to teach him about. David was eyeing for anything that he could use against his friend, and decided he was going to wait as long as he had to.

It impressed the Doctor that his friend was so patient. “I'm a Time Lord. I could wait for ages.”

“I don't think you're that patient. You'll want an adventure soon enough, so you'll make a move. Only a matter of time.”

He glared, but the words hit a bunch of sore spots he hadn't known he had. “Oi!”

“Care to challenge that?” David added a smirk, sure he'd provoked him almost to the point where it would create trouble.

Sure enough, the Doctor pounced. David managed to dodge the first few efforts, but soon the human found himself pinned..

The Doctor grinned, pleased at how difficult David made it to get him to the ground and relaxed his grip. “Once you accept your own limitations, then you'll-”

He yelped when he found himself flipped and pinned. The shock – and disbelief that he'd forgotten how someone could use being lower to the ground as an advantage in fighting – kept him still.

David smirked triumphantly. “Final rule of fighting: it isn't over until it's over. So I won.” He jumped up jubilantly. “Point to me!” He went for a towel, pleasantly exhausted. “God, this shirt is weighing me down!” He tugged it off with difficulty, exhaling in relief when he got it off.

The Doctor watched the muscle movement, the sweat lines falling down the body. It held his attention as David nabbed some water and chugged. Why was this so fascinating to him?

“Don't know about you, but I'm knackered. See ya in the morning.”

As David walked out, the Doctor realised he was breathing like he was a human who ran a marathon. He paused to run through his body's reactions that he'd lost track of. Pupils were dilated, sweat glands were rather active given how little he'd actually exerted himself, and... worst of all, he had a reaction below the waist that he'd never had before.

Wait, that was... what was it?! His brain slowly kicked in with the answer. In humans that was called an erection. Time Lords had the equipment, but they never had the reaction. Or at least hadn't since the Curse.

But, he suddenly remembered, the Curse was lifted before the Last Great Time War. So even though the knowledge was supposedly lost... evidently the genetic memory of what to do wasn't gone.

The Doctor blanched all over. Oh, Rassilon.... it can't be.

Only denial couldn't work for long with emotions this strong. He'd fallen in lust with his companion. His male companion. His heterosexual companion.

Could he keep this from him?




It had been a year according to Earth time since the Doctor had met David Noble. If you factored in both the time spent in the TARDIS or on adventures, it was closer to fourteen months. Not something to admit to his family.

Family. Something his past companions and assistants tended to not have. At least not by the time they joined him aboard the TARDIS. This was a first – having to drop the companion off every so often so they could handle things in their life and see their family. David could find something to do or create a reason to be dropped off after each adventure, sometimes only minutes after they'd left. And the TARDIS always arrived when he asked.

That it might be because David had learned to input dates, insisted on imputing them himself, and even helped fly the TARDIS. Not that the Doctor was keen to examine that carefully – his friend was quickly becoming better at flying the Old Girl than he was, and he hated discovering that a companion was besting him at something he'd done for hundreds of years. (That he would admit to.)

He would never admit to how much he liked David teasing him about how he treated the TARDIS – like how could he be stroking her one moment and using a mallet on her the next. Or how much it made private activities that he'd previously thought beneath him necessary to function around his shockingly desirable friend.

And he certainly would've preferred battling more Slitheen than sitting in the living room of Sylvia Noble. This was asking for trouble.

Especially since David apparently couldn't lie to his mother. She could see right through him. And if David could see through his own lies...

“Sylvia, ease up on them! Is it so bad that my grandson's befriended an alien? The Doctor just helped save the planet from another world war!”

On the other hand, Wilfred Mott was a delight. Utterly accepting of his grandson's alien friend, and open to hearing about the universe. Not to mention completely supportive of David's quirks. The Doctor could've done without the virtual hero-worship fascination, but Wilf had only just been introduced to him.

“Dad, as happy as I am to be alive, I'd rather David be home. Why must he spend so much time gallivanting across the universe?”

“Mum,” David interrupted, groaning, “I've always managed to get back within moments of leaving. It's not like anyone has to know. Probably should've said something earlier, but I've been taking care of myself.”

“But how are you going to find a wife?!”

Sylvia's exclamation caught the Doctor's attention, and made his insides twist into knots. Instantly, his brain kicked in at a billion miles an hour, making connections and evaluations on that sensation. He knew he held lust toward David, but this level of alarm couldn't be accounted for by mere lust.

If David married, he would be leaving the TARDIS... for good. The Doctor would be alone again, even if he could still call David a friend. But if they did decide to travel on board... he'd have to deal with the constant reminders, even though his best friend would still be there.

What was this gutted feeling over the thought? This wasn't the dismay of lust thwarted, it was something deeper. Something more important, like breathing or eating or love-

Love. An emotion he'd felt before. Sarah Jane had triggered it to the point where his own people were alarmed enough to shoot him with a telepathic dart to force him to leave her behind, and they prevented him from going back for her. This gutted feeling reminded him of how he felt after realising all his people had done to him, the sense of what he'd lost.

Oh, Rassilon... he was in love with David. Undoubtedly, knowing how Time Lords saw people, he had probably started falling for him when he challenged him at Henrick's and then really fell the next day. The whole lust thing had come later. Bugger, this was worse than he'd thought – he was so far gone he couldn't bear to think about losing him, yet he would do anything to make him happy.

The Doctor hoped his paled expression went unnoticed. He failed to note that Eileen Mott was looking his way with interest, but remaining silent.

David stood suddenly, startling Curie, who was by his feet. “Mum, it's my life. I'm making a difference in so many lives – that's more important than my own wishes.”

That caught the Doctor's attention. Did that mean his friend was giving up on his old dream? He didn't want to admit how that sort of made him pleased to think about it. For a moment.

“Besides, have you thought about how much pressure I've been under to find a wife? I'm coming back more relaxed. It might actually be easier for me, now that I've had this break. Besides, maybe I'll find her on one of the adventures.”

Again, the image of someone holding David's hand in the control room left the Doctor's hearts lurching. He lowered his eyes and closed them tightly. Must remain under regulation, he told himself.

“But what happens when you do? You'll stop these travels, right?”

Sylvia's question made the Doctor's eyes pop open. Suddenly, the thought of losing him outright... it was so much worse than having to deal with those constant reminders.

“Mum, I won't abandon a friend. The Doctor needs friends – he's been alone for hundreds of years. Would you have me leave him without making sure he had someone to help him, to keep him company?!”

Syliva stiffened. “I never said that.”

Geoffrey took her hand. “Love, I think we need to consider the Doctor part of the family for now. Poor bloke looks like he needs a rest every now and then.”

Eileen nodded. “And your father wouldn't let you drive him away.”

As Wilf reiterated that thought, the Doctor let his gaze drift again. He supposed Sylvia might turn out to be alright – she did plainly love her child, and wanted her genetic legacy passed on beyond him.

Sylvia sighed. “Fine. But I can't wait for you to have a wife. You know, you could've been married to Nerys. She's a nice girl, you let her slip away.”

David rolled his eyes. “Mum, she's married to Emily. A woman. I knew before Nerys admitted it that she swings the other way. I just covered for her until she got the courage to come out and say that she wanted to marry Emily. They're happy now and have a family.”

The Doctor noticed that those words produced odd reactions out of all four of the other humans. Like some secret was bordering on being said. Sylvia stood, grabbing the kettle to refill it, muttering, “Wish you had a family you could call your own. You make me worry sometimes.” With that, she left for the kitchen.

David grimaced, sank back down into the chair, and folded his arms. He shook his head and stared at the ceiling, sighing loudly. Wilf pat his shoulder, and Eileen followed her daughter, clearly intent on saying something. Geoffrey didn't seem to know what to do.

The Doctor wasn't going to pry, but he was very curious suddenly. Why did that produce such conflicted emotions in everyone? And what was Sylvia hinting at with that comment? There was something beyond what was stated.

Sometimes the Doctor hated not understanding humans and their quirks. Would he ever?


Chapter 7: Alien and Future Mating Practices



Comments

( 16 comments — Leave a comment )
tardis_mole
Nov. 27th, 2012 05:20 pm (UTC)
Oh I think I can guess. David is gay. :DDDDDD
tkel_paris
Nov. 28th, 2012 01:41 am (UTC)
Well... no. At least not in this story... ;)
tardis_mole
Nov. 28th, 2012 05:28 am (UTC)
I realise that now. :DDDD
tkel_paris
Nov. 28th, 2012 05:30 am (UTC)
What, no comment on the implications of the second part of my answer? ;)
tardis_mole
Nov. 28th, 2012 05:43 am (UTC)
I just realised that second bit was there. I'm now into me third day of a migraine. With seizures. Gotta love it.

So, he's not gay now, but he will be later. I see. There are implications for that. Does the gorgeous ginger Doctor put him off women?
tkel_paris
Nov. 28th, 2012 05:46 am (UTC)
Ah... *hugs*

Well... put it this way. This story sparked an AU version... which I'm yet to write. ;)
tardis_mole
Nov. 28th, 2012 06:14 am (UTC)
A sequel and an A/U to look forward to. I am such a spoilt boy :DDD
tkel_paris
Nov. 28th, 2012 06:15 am (UTC)
The sequel should be a laugh and a half to write. The AU... will be a challenge to my skill as a writer. :)
tardis_mole
Nov. 28th, 2012 06:17 am (UTC)
Oh good. That means it'll be a laugh and a half to read. :D

Yeah, always push the envelope. See how far it takes you. :)
bas_math_girl
Nov. 27th, 2012 05:58 pm (UTC)
The Doctor watched the muscle movement, the sweat lines falling down the body. It held his attention as David nabbed some water and chugged. Why was this so fascinating to him?
I dunno *feigns innocence* but I'd pay good money to see him up close!! Ha ha ha
tkel_paris
Nov. 28th, 2012 01:44 am (UTC)
Me, too. ;DDDDDDD Poor Nine. I am evil sometimes, aren't I? :D
yellow_craion
Nov. 27th, 2012 06:51 pm (UTC)
Oh my gosh! He's in love! He's in love! *squee* (I mean, obviously! How could he NOT be in love with him? ;D )

I was perfectly happy for them to be just friends but now... wow! You poked the bear and... well, now I wanna see the romance! *-* I wasn't expecting it, not really. But it's brilliant! :D

Just one thing, sorry, I'm petty when it comes to it ^^;; This line: "He ignored the odd sensations in his heart over the idea of being in less than full clothing around his companion." it's about Nine, right? So "hearts", double ;)

*runs off to read the next part*
tkel_paris
Nov. 28th, 2012 01:46 am (UTC)
*giggles* Yep, he is! :DDDD

Poked the bear? I don't remember hearing that one before. :) But I am glad to hear "brilliant" tossed out. :D

Oops... *cringes*
yellow_craion
Nov. 28th, 2012 09:59 am (UTC)
Really? Huh. I remember hearing it on House MD quite a few times... I must've picked it there ^^;

Don't worry! Happens ;)

Edited at 2012-11-28 10:02 am (UTC)
serenityslady
Feb. 6th, 2013 09:46 pm (UTC)
Oh, my. The Time Lord in lust (love) with his male companion?! What a dilemma for him. And David doesn't seem to be thusly inclined. Hmm.

And Sylvia just needs to give it a rest!! :D
tkel_paris
Feb. 6th, 2013 09:52 pm (UTC)
Recall the prompt from TM. :DDDDDD

Come on, would she? ;)
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