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I'm with Fett – I try to do whatever serves the story best. I think, up to press, it's been about half in half for attached women and unattached women (though one of the unattached women got with someone by the end of the story). 😉

Besides, you can always imagine you're the husband/boyfriend/significant other, can't you? 😉

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Oh, my, I think I might faint… 😮

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I've put the story on Brawna now – here, in fact! I've polished up a few bits and pieces, including expanding Sam's role in events a little more, as well as a bit more explanation.

Thanks to anyone who's read the story and enjoyed it! 😉

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That's some awesome work! 😮

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You're right, those are really, really big boobies! 😀 Great work, thanks for posting it up!

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I like that. 😉 Thanks for posting!

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NOTES

1) Characters are not mine. They were created by Sydney Newman, C. E. Webber, Donald Wilson, Russell T. Davies and many others.

Doctor Who Fan-Fiction Part 6

"What's that?" The Doctor looked at the vehicle with disgust and impatience.

"It's called a Land Cruiser," Sophia explained. "Runs on solar power. It's got quite a turn of speed, despite its, er, humble appearance." She shut her eyes as the Doctor shouted his response.

"It looks like a golf cart crossed with a dodgems car!"

In reality, it most closely resembled an original Mini Cooper with the roof removed. The buggy's exterior was mostly sparklingly white, even the wheels, which were made of some kind of tough plastic material. The exception was the back of the car, which was taken up by a massive solar panel, the typical purple colour of solar panels everywhere. Everything inside was black: seats, of which there were two; steering wheel; arm-rests and, inevitably if not incongruously, cup holders. The whole thing looked light enough to blow away in a stiff breeze. There appeared to be no gadgets of any kind – the steering wheel was the only thing protruding from the dashboard. The only other visible controls were two pedals casting weird shadows in the footwell under the wheel, which the Doctor correctly assumed were the brakes and accelerator. Having recovered his calm, the Time Lord slid into the passenger seat.

"Let's be off, then!" he called. Sophia pressed a button mounted onto the wall of the vehicle storage bay. The wall which the buggy was facing slid up into the roof, casting strong daylight into the chamber. Sophia chastely rounded the vehicle and stepped into the passenger seat. When she grasped the wheel, the engine started up. The Doctor raised his eyebrows, impressed. The Queen caught sight of this and grinned at him, possibly for the first time.

"Built with economy of purpose, not to make up for a small penis," she jibed.

"Nice!" the Doctor laughed. "Nice and crude." Sophia nodded once slowly, smiling. She pressed her foot hard on the accelerator and the buggy moved off with welcome smoothness.

*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

Still. Stay still. Don't scream. Don't do anything.

Rose was lying on the track, curled into a ball. The sunlight was sending strange shadows onto the forest floor through the canopy of trees. The huge woman was disoriented, nauseous, and above all frightened out of her meagre wits. A single thick tear slid softly down her cheek, catching the light from time to time. She had decided to stay as still as possible, reasoning that the less she moved, the less the strange malady would affect her.

The leviathan's body was still disappearing. Both of her hands had completely gone, faded away into nothingness, turning her thick arms into thick stumps. Rose's forearms were starting to fade too, the disease progressing in the same agonisingly slow way as her hands. Even as she lay there, the Amazon felt her legs start to go numb. Death was upon her, she felt it for certain now. Even if her body didn't complete its bizarre disappearing act, she felt sure that some of the planet's fiercer inhabitants would make a meal of her before too long.

Again the memory of that person came to her: a quick flash of a brown-haired man with shiny brown eyes grinning widely, holding a small metallic object with a strange blue light at the end. As quickly as it had come into her mind, the image disappeared. He was not there to protect her.

Rose Tyler burst into tears.

*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

The buggy shot through the forest. The Doctor's face was bruising up nicely where branches had smacked him as they passed. However, the Time Lord was getting very adept at spotting the upcoming trees and dodging out of the way. As the driver, Sophia had been able to make sure that she was never hit. These facts had not contributed to the Doctor's good humour.

"She could be anywhere by now!" the Doctor cried, exasperated, as they rounded another corner on the forest trail with no sign of Rose.

"We will find her," Sophia soothed. "Duck!" The Doctor did as he was told and a branch whipped over his head, brushing a few hairs out of place. He glared at Sophia, who gave a pleased half-smile. The Gallifreyan brushed himself down.

"I swear that you're doing that on purpose," he muttered. "Anyway, if you hadn't changed Rose, we wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. Why did you do it?" Sophia frowned at him, briefly taking her eyes off the track.

"You can't work it out, even with all your great intellect?" The Time Lord shook his head. "It's about power. The use of power. I'm Queen of this planet, and I've had nobody to exercise my power over for months now. That's why I kept you alive so long, you know." The Doctor was shaking his head.

"Power," he spat. "It's always about power, isn't it? Y'know, just for once, I – THERE SHE IS!" Sophia reeled away when the Doctor shouted, turning the buggy into a skid. For his part, the ancient alien had stood up in the buggy to point out his stricken companion and so was knocked clear of the vehicle. After years of the TARDIS throwing this kind of stunt, the Doctor was well-versed in crash procedures and prepared himself. Sophia turned into the skid and managed to right the buggy before bringing it to a halt a few feet away from Rose's body. The Doctor rolled to a halt just behind her. Quickly he righted himself and brushed his clothes down.

"Any landing you can walk away from is a good one," he said. Sophia shot him a slightly annoyed frown before shaking her head. "Come on," he continued, "she looks hurt."

The pair walked over to the fallen Amazon. She was unconscious when the Doctor squatted down next to her. As he peered more closely, fear etched itself onto his face.

"Look at her," he breathed, pointing at the stumps that were Rose's arms. They stopped just after her elbow joints now, and as the Doctor watched, layers of cells simply floated away from her body. Sophia joined him.

"I'm sorry," she said. The Doctor closed his eyes. Sophia let the moment of fear play itself out before she finished. "If we can get her back to the compound, we might be able to save her." The Time Lord's sigh of relief was brief. An ugly thought crossed his mind.

"How are we going to get her on the buggy?" he wondered aloud. Sophia smiled at him.

"Easy." she stated simply. The Queen brought the remote control device from her pocket, aimed it at the vehicle and pushed a few buttons. As the Doctor watched, the plastic of the buggy's exterior remoulded itself and formed a large flat space at the back to act as a temporary stretcher, complete with restraints. The Time Lord observed this and then turned to Sophia, clearly impressed. "Economy of purpose, like I said," she smiled. Then her business-like demeanour returned. "We may not have much time. Let's get her back."

*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

Rose woke up. She was tied down at an angle in a blindingly white room, with something metallic glowing on the ceiling. Any other detail was beyond her. A hand touched what was left of her veiny right bicep. She turned to see a man standing next to her, smiling winningly. Rose recognised him through the fog of pain and nausea. It was the Doctor. She opened her mouth to speak to him.

"Shhh," the Doctor said. "Don't say anything. The less you exert yourself, the easier this is going to be." He wiped the sweat from her forehead and soothed her brow as Rose settled into the chair, trying to make what was left of her body comfortable. Her elbows had gone, leaving weird stumps of thick muscle. Her legs were missing from just below the knee. It should have been a terrifying situation for the Amazon, but she felt oddly relaxed.

Sophia came in through the door and nodded at the Doctor. The Time Lord returned the nod and so the Queen removed the remote control device and pushed a button on it. The same fine white beam of light sizzled from the barrel of the ceiling-mounted cannon, though this time it traced its path up Rose's body, from pelvis to forehead. As the beam dissipated and he checked that Rose was unhurt, the Doctor addressed Sophia.

"What happens now?

"Now," she sighed, "we wait." Rose gurgled and fell unconscious again.

*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

It was an hour before Rose Tyler, the real Rose Tyler, recovered enough to be released from the chair. The Doctor was all smiles when he saw that his companion was going to be perfectly fine after her ordeal. Dressed in a white flannel dressing gown, Rose leaned against the black chair. Sophia leaned against a wall with her arms folded, a vague smile on her face simply from watching the joy of the two friends.

"What was it like, being that big and strong?" the Doctor was asking. Rose shook her head, as if trying to get the thoughts out of her mind.

"It was like… well, I felt like I was invincible, like nothing could ever beat me, y'know?" The Doctor nodded thoughtfully.

"And now?" he asked quietly, looking over her face concernedly.

"Now?" she repeated. "Well, now, I know I'm safe," Rose replied, grinning widely. The Doctor hugged her. When he opened his eyes again, the Time Lord caught sight of the scars on Rose's calf. He held the puzzled Londoner tightly on the shoulders.

"Your calf. How did that happen?" Rose looked down.

"Oh. Got into a fight." The Doctor did not let go; in fact, his eyes were widening. "It's… nothing, really. Doesn't even hurt anymore." The Time Lord looked beyond her to where the guilty-looking Sophia was standing.

"Sophia!" the Doctor shouted. "Are you ready?" The Queen seemed to tremble slightly before nodding her acquiescence. "Good!" the Gallifreyan roared. "Hop on." Rose frowned as Sophia meekly made her way to the chair. She began to look very dubious when the Doctor started to strap the other woman onto the chair.

"Er," she said, tapping the Doctor on the shoulder, "d'you two want to be alone?" The Time Lord smiled wryly.

"Not at all," he said, forcing brightness into his voice. He addressed Sophia. "Where is it?" The woman nodded towards her left trouser pocket. Beads of sweat were starting to line up across her forehead.

"There," she said. The ancient alien fished around in the woman's pocket and withdrew the sleek, sinister-looking remote control. Smiling politely, the Doctor stood back from the chair until he hit the wall, bringing Rose along with him. Then he aimed the remote at the cannon on the ceiling and pushed a button. A thin white beam of light traced a route down Sophia's body from forehead to pelvis. The Doctor brandished the control at Sophia, dropped it and then crushed it under his shoe. Sophia looked around at them. She was smiling happily, as if her greatest wish had just been granted.

"Thank you, Doctor," she said. "I believe you can find your way to your ship." The Doctor nodded.

"Indeed I can," he said, bowing slightly to her. "Come on, Rose." The pair left the room, Rose a few paces behind her companion, trying to make sense of what she had just seen. When they were around ten metres down the spotless white corridor on their way to the TARDIS, Rose heard a terrible scream. She caught up to the Doctor and tugged his arm urgently.

"What did you do to her?" she said, fear and worry in her voice. The Doctor didn't slow down, but set a grim expression on his face.

"The same thing she did to you," he said. Rose stopped. She could hear the sounds of stitching ripping and more anguished howling. The Doctor stopped too.

"But she might die!" The Doctor whirled around to face her.

"There's a ten per cent chance, yes, according to her own statistics," he stated calmly. "We were just lucky that there was enough of you left to save." Rose's eyes widened in horror.

"That's not right, Doctor," she said strongly. The Time Lord took a step towards his friend.

"It's what she wanted," he whispered. Rose's brow crinkled in incomprehension. The defiance drained out of her stance and she glumly walked toward the Doctor. He put an arm around Rose and lead her towards their ship.

*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

The new Sophia got to her feet. She stood, ramrod straight, turning quickly on her heel to get a good understanding of her surroundings. As she span, her thick black hair whirled around, tangling itself in knots and draping over her gigantic breasts. After satisfying herself that there were no potential threats in the area, the gargantuan woman visibly relaxed. She stood stock still for a few moments, eyes shut, enjoying the feeling of the new-found strength flowing through her. She threw a double-biceps pose and opened her eyes. They widened in awe at her superhuman physique.

Each bicep was a dense and thickly-layered mountain of strength. Sophia flexed her arms repeatedly, squeezing more and more growth out of her mammoth muscles. Eventually they peaked, both heads neatly displayed, at just above her wrists. The superwoman smiled happily.

Life was good.

*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

Back inside the TARDIS, the Doctor walked up to the central console and deftly returned the settings that Sophia had altered to normal. He looked up at Rose, who had been silent all the way back. He frowned unhappily when he saw that she was crying. He rounded the central column and held her gently.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I came so – so close – " she faltered, "to losing you." The Doctor held her tightly in his arms as she cried.

"It'll take more than that to separate us," he said. Rose nodded into his shoulder. The Doctor broke the hug and looked into Rose's eyes. "You OK?" She nodded. The Time Lord smiled happily. "Then I'm OK too." She smiled back. The Doctor bounded back round to the TARDIS' controls.

"OK!" he said enthusiastically. "Where to next?"

— The End —

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Whilst I have to admit to being slightly disappointed that it was all a dream, I enjoyed this story immensely. ;D

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Perhaps it's a case of whatever's easiest; it seems like getting food (or money for same) is fairly easy for her, so why bother doing anything else? Perhaps she has thought about other routes to getting money, but has rejected them – she is awfully young, remember!

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Feedback, dear sir?

Awesome. Simply awesome. 😉

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