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Chapter Ten: Sharing

"All righty, all done!" Tess cried happily, getting to her feet and brushing herself off. "Demat circuit in perfect working order!" She waved a hand towards the bottom of the consul as if to show proof. Jack clapped. The tenth Doctor gave her a half-hearted smile and the ninth Doctor a nod. Rose had gone to change.

"Now we can get out of here!" cheered Jack.

"Not exactly." The ninth Doctor interjected. Everyone looked at him in surprise. "Well, Tess, you said that your dimension jump required awaking the Bad Wolf. Which if we did again; could possibly hurt Rose. Which none of us is going to risk." He said firmly. Everyone nodded in agreement. "But from what I've learned in the short time I've been here, Rose's family is in the other dimension. And I doubt she'd want to be stuck here without telling them at least something."

The tenth doctor started to speak, but the ninth one cut him off.

"I know she was ready to leave them to travel the universe, but we don't know if this is still true. And it isn't fair to assume that anyways. It's a forever kind of thing." He paused, "Not to mention that this body is also technically from that dimension. So, we need to figure out how to get over there without hurting anyone."

"Well…" Jack said. The ninth Doctor smirked.

"How'd I know you'd have the plan." He said. Jack smiled.

"Always. I was thinking, if the Time Agency is draining my time energy, or whatever, to use for some cool temporal ship, why can't we borrow it to puddle jump like what I did before. Or even hook up the energy to the TARDIS."

"Jack, the only reason you survived that 'puddle jump' is because you can't die." The tenth Doctor said flatly. "The rest of us aren't so lucky."

"Ah, but my sweetheart Tess here can work up some TARDIS puddle jumping magic that'll get us all over there in one piece, right baby?" He said, smirking at the redhead. She giggled in a strangely girlish fashion.

"So…now Jack flirts with the TARDIS too?" The ninth Doctor said, peeved.

"Oh yes." The tenth Doctor said, and they exchanged a briefly shared tortured look before they remember they were mad at each other.

"I might be able to work something out…" She said.

"That's my girl!" cried Jack happily.

"Hey. Not your girl. My girl." The tenth and ninth Doctor said at the exact same time.

"I thought I was your girl?" said a new voice. The group turned to see Rose emerge from the hallway in jeans and a spaghetti strap top. Damp hair showed that she had also showered as well as changed clothes. Her tone was flip, and it was obvious that she hadn't forgiven either of the Doctors. They stared at her. The ninth spoke first.

"We're trying to figure out how to get back to the other dimension, where your family is." He explained, not reacting to her previous comment. She looked at the tenth Doctor. He attempted a grin, his eye soft.

"You're both my girls." He said with a smile. The ninth Doctor rolled his eyes. "And we're thinking that we might be able to concoct a way to get back to Jackie and Pete! And ol' Mickey boy! How's he doing?"

"Mickey? Who's that?" asked the ninth Doctor, raising an eyebrow. Rose glanced at him.

"Rickey."

"Ah. Right. Sort of whiny fellow." The ninth Doctor said. Jack laughed, knowing the ninth Doctor knew exactly who Mickey was, but played the game like he used to. Rose knew this too and granted him a small smile.

"He's not so whiny anymore. Top Torchwood agent. He's eatin' nails now."

"Of course." Jack said, "Always knew he had it in him!"

"I don't think nails are for eating," murmured the ninth Doctor. Rose's face lightened a bit more with the joke. At least she assumed it was joke. But now that she thought on it for a moment, she realized the Doctor might not get the expression, maybe it didn't exactly translate into something he understood.

"No, it's just an expression." She said with a smile.

Then that lonely feeling started tapping on her shoulder again. She'd managed to toss it temporarily in the shower, but it the sinking feeling was starting in her stomach, and soon she'd get that empty feeling. It's funny how it happened even faster, though she had both her Doctors here with her. She guessed seeing what you can't have right in front of your face was worse than just dreaming about it.
She went to stand by Jack, leaning against him slightly and he automatically wrapped an arm around her waist. Both Doctors frowned.

"All right, I should be able to figure something out for getting us back to the other dimension. Just give me oh…about an hour? Maybe two. Not exactly making a cuppa." Tess said. "I should be able to figure out something that doesn't kill us and doesn't involve using the Bad Wolf." She paused, looking around. "But I need you all out. Out, out, out." She made a shooing motion with her hands.

"Are you sure you don't need help?" asked the two Doctors, at the same time. They glowered at each other. That was getting annoying.

"No, no, I would rather work alone on this. I'll make decisions faster, therefore it'll go faster." said Tess with a smile. Everyone ignored the barely hooded comment on the Doctors' indecision when it came to 'jiggery-pokery'. It was already quite well known.

"Well, what are we supposed to do for an hour if we can't help you?" asked the tenth Doctor. Rose stepped in.

"Didn't you once tell me there was a swimming pool on here somewhere?" She paused, and had all the boys' immediate attention, "Perhaps we should find it and go for a swim." She finished playfully, her foul mood already seeming to have dissipated. Her past had taught her to play at being cheerful, and at least everyone around you won't be dragged down by your mood.

"Swimming sounds perfect." Jack said happily, "You mean skinny-dipping, of course."

"Jack!" yelled the tenth Doctor.

"No way in hell." said the ninth Doctor through clenched teeth.

"Nice try Jack." Rose finished, "There will be bathing attire worn."

"I dunno about you, Rose, but I bath in the nude." Jack said coaxingly.

"I meant swimming attire." She corrected, rolling her eyes. Jack shrugged.

"You should be more specific."

She ignored him as she headed towards the TARDIS's wardrobe room to find a swimming suit. The boys followed, leaving Tess to work on her project.

The swimming pool was a decent size, and since Tess wanted them distracted, it was relatively easy to find in the maze of hallways. There was even a bathroom on either side for everyone to use to change into. Rose had commandeered one, so the three guys all went into the other. It was a large bathroom, as if Tess knew there would be more than one person in there.

The men stared at each other. Jack paused for only a fraction of at second before he stripped, then pulled on the tight swim trunks Rose had picked out.

He had picked out a Speedo, but as soon as the blond saw it, she turned crimson and took it from his hands, replacing it with some trunks. She had been muttering something about she didn't need to see any more 'manly attributes' exposed than she was going to have to contend with.

The Doctors both sighed. Jack didn't care how many people were with him, he'd take any excuse to strip.

"All right, grumps, I'm going to go meet our goddess!" He said with a wink, heading out to the pool.

The Doctors frowned, half-heartedly starting to change. The tenth Doctor did so while entirely ignoring the ninth. He had no interest to glance at a body he already knew, and he knew Rose had been pressed against while snogging passionately in the broom closet.

The ninth Doctor glanced casually at the tenth after he'd gotten his swim shorts on. The physique was entirely different. Skinny, wiry frame, just enough grace to keep it from being gangly. The ninth couldn't imagine him as The Oncoming Storm.

The Oncoming Spring Showers, maybe. But this bit of what should have been a self-esteem booster just made him glower. How could Rose be so upset over such a tiny, weak looking body? But then again, she wasn't really about the skin-deep stuff anyways. He wasn't either. Though if he were, he certainly wouldn't be complaining about Rose.

The Doctors finished at almost the same time, and exited the room one after the other, cautiously going to the swimming pool. They paused at the door, exchanging a glance. This activity could possibly be a disaster for them.

Then they heard Rose scream.

They burst into the room to see her glaring at Jack from the center of the pool, Jack standing smug at the edge, his arms in the position of having obviously just thrown her into the pool. She swam to the edge, hoisting herself over and out.

She was dripping rivulets of water and the Doctors could only stared as she flipped her wet hair back and strode toward Jack menacingly. He took a couple steps back, but she was too fast for him. She shoved him into the pool, bursting out laughing.

"Two can play at that game, Jack!" She called to him as he rose to the surface.

"Two can play many games, Rose." He replied suggestively. She blushed, almost matching her swimsuit. It was a deep, almost maroon red. And practically a two-piece. It had a top and a bottom that were only connected in the front and back by a crisscrossing design over her stomach, almost like a spider web. Bits of string really. Left nothing to the imagination. And Rose looked fantastic in it.

Jack wave at her, inviting her back into the pool.

"You aren't going to throw me this time?" She asked, her eyes twinkling. Jack made a sign with his hand.

"Scout's Honor." He said solemnly.

"You weren't in the Scouts." She said, rolling her eyes. But she slid into the water anyways.

Then she noticed the Doctors.

And she knew swimming had been a horrible idea.

It was like a chocoholic being presented with two of the richest, creamiest, most delicious pieces of chocolate in existence. And the pieces were more than half unwrapped. She blinked a couple times.

They had picked out very similar trunks, which was funny, really. Almost the same kind, but different colors. They weren't as tight as Jack's.

The ninth Doctor was wearing a black pair, of course. It had an electric blue strip on the side of each leg, though. The tenth was wearing a muted brown color, almost matching that pinstriped suit he always wore. And of course, neither of them were wearing anything else. Which is wherein lied Rose's difficulty.

She swallowed.

-Step one: breathe in. Breathe out.-

-Okay, step one completed. Step two: for the love of god stop staring at them.-

-…-

-So step two is a little harder. Maybe I should do this in baby steps.-

-Okay, step one, breathing, accomplished. -

-Step two (take two): get your tongue back in your mouth, Rose.-

-There you go! Good! You're doing great!-

Jack chuckled softly from behind Rose as she all but devoured both Doctor's with her eyes, even to the point of licking her lips, and leaving her tongue in that cute spot outside the corner of her mouth.

The Doctors could only stare in astonishment at an expression they'd never really noticed before. That pure, unadulterated lust in her eyes.

"Is this normal?" whispered the ninth Doctor to the tenth.

"No. Very much no. I have never seen that look before." said the tenth back, also quietly.

"Okay. Just wanted to make sure that it wasn't something I'd missed when we were playing catch up earlier."

"If you missed it, I certainly missed it."

The brief chatting was serving as a sort of semblance of a truce, at least for the moment.

Rose slowly got out of the pool, starting to move towards them. This could end badly. Or very well, depending.

-Okay. Still can't stop looking at them. Let's see, let's see. Uh…go and…say hello.-

She was already getting out of the pool before she realized walking closer to them would not be a good idea. She paused a foot or two away from them, confusion flitting across her face.

"Uh…" She started, finally managing to break her gaze to glance around the room, "This…swimming pool is…big." She finished lamely.

"Mmm." murmured the ninth, trying to discretely look her up and down. Rose noticed, however, and felt something tighten in her stomach. She suddenly didn't want to be here, with Jack, in such a big place. Her voice echoed in here with a hollow sound. She wanted to whisper sexily. She wanted to be somewhere very private for these glances that were being exchanged.

And then she looked at the tenth Doctor. His eyes were looking only at her face, but his pupils were dark and large as he stared. Her eyelashes fluttered weakly.

"Rose…" he muttered hoarsely. She felt the sensation coil even more in her stomach, her blood now running strangely thick and heavy in her veins.

This was strange now. Getting turned on by two Doctors. Well, not really two Doctors, but two…bodies of one Doctor. Her mind briefly went in the direction of fantasies. And what could happen if these two different regenerations of the Doctor could put aside their jealousy and share.

"Sharing would definitely be good."

Did she just say that out loud? Oh god, not only could she not stop staring at them, but that filter from her brain to her mouth had been tossed out the window. The Doctors' jaws dropped, almost simultaneously as they worked out what she most likely was thinking of that prompted that statement. She turned red from her face all the way down to her breasts.

"I didn't mean that. Uh, well, I meant to say- Um, well, that is-" She gave up, shrugging at them, not knowing how to explain the Freudian Slip away.

The Doctors' exchanged glances.

Jack was long gone, having discretely left the room after knowing exactly where this situation was likely headed.

It was the ninth Doctor who reached out, his hand going for her hair. She stepped closer automatically, and his fingers brushed through her golden strands. The tenth Doctor frowned only for a moment before he seemed to decide something and moved behind her, his hands moving lightly up and down her back. She sighed happily, moving back against him.

Her eyes opened in surprise and she glanced back at the brown eyes behind her. They were sheepish with what she'd discovered. She gave a slinky grin.

"Ah. Well. You may verbally dance around this relationship, but your body seems to have already made its decision, Doctor." She said. He cut his eyes down with embarrassment. There was an angry sound in front of her and she turned to see the ninth Doctor stepping closer and pressing against her, his eyes filled with jealousy. He placed a hand on her hip lightly, the other still in her hair. His hands were clenching her firmly, not hurting her, but she certainly got the message. She moved slightly forward, feeling that the ninth was having exactly the same problem as the tenth.

This couldn't be any more perfect.

As she heard a grumble behind her, she realized it could. She sighed. They both looked at her in surprise at the sound.

"Can't you two get along?" She said moodily, starting to move away. The coiling low in her belly was loosening at the possessiveness being shown in front of her. This wasn't making her happy at all.

She was immediately stopped by two sets of hands. She glanced back just in time to see the two Doctor's exchange a glance, and they obviously reached a decision because the tenth cleared his throat.

"Rose." He started, her name still low in his throat. It sent a delicious shiver through her and she felt the coil change immediately, tightening. "We…if this is what you want, we don't want to give you anything else." He said, pulling her back. She murmured a happy sound as he again moved behind her, his body against her back. The ninth stepped closer, putting his hands back where they were. He coughed, slight sheepishness showing through his icy eyes.

"However, I can't promise there won't be jealousy." He said, pulling her head closer to him, "I want you, Rose. But I know you're really his Rose." He whispered, his forehead touching hers. "My Rose hasn't had her heart broken yet." He continued, his voice soft and she felt tears burn in the back of her eyes. She pushed the sensation back, focusing on the Doctor's face. "But since you have, I want to show you that I can repair it." He paused, his eyes flitting back to the Doctor behind them, who was trying to respectfully give them their moment. "But I also don't want to leave you with him until I absolutely have to. And I want to see him prove that you're still everything. Because you are to me." He finished, moving down and kissing her softly. She moved closer, pressing against him as she kissed him back firmly.

The tenth Doctor stepped back, trying not to frown. The ninth Doctor was right. This was his Rose. He should give his former self this moment, these touches. After all, the Northern accented git was about to lose Rose.

But that didn't mean that he wanted to.

She could feel the tight muscles in the ninth Doctor's chest, pressing against her bare skin. His tight stomach against her soft one. She moaned lightly into his mouth and she felt an answering response from him.

Suddenly, she felt her back hit by a cold rush of air and pulled back from the ninth Doctor abruptly, looking behind her. The tenth Doctor stood a couple feet back, looking down at his hands with feigned interest. Rose could almost feel the loneliness radiating off him. She was familiar with that feeling. And she didn't want her Doctor to feel it in the slightest.

She moved over to him quickly, pulling his hands down, moving them onto her hips and she pressed up against him. He stared. She reached up to brush a hand against his face.

"Doctor…I don't want you to feel like that. I want you just as much as him. Maybe even a little more…After all, you're the one I wanted to return to. That I tried so hard to get back to. It's been a long time since I wanted you to change back." She murmured, and his eyes showed surprise. "I just…I like the way he's blunt. He doesn't have that gob that you do. He just says what he means. He looks at me the way you want to, I know. It's like you've wanted to distance yourself from me ever since you regenerated." She said, a tinge of sadness creeping into her voice. The tenth Doctor quickly shook his head, and reached out to wrap his head around the back of her head.

"No, no, no. Rose. I just…when I regenerated, I realized how much I…" He stopped, sighing. "How much I cared about you, and it scared me. I didn't want to watch you leave me…" He replied softly. She frowned.

"But you left me." She argued. His eyes darkened.

"Rose, how many times do I need to tell you, I did everything I could to get to this dimension. It was an accident that you got stuck here." He explained, and then he placed his forehead against hers. It was just something he liked to do to get close, no matter what the regeneration. She stared at him, her eyes hard.

"That was not the time I was talking about." She said shortly. He was confused, but suddenly he felt her push a word at his mind. He didn't even think about how she could do it, just gaped at the word that surfaced savagely from her mind.

Reinette

He pulled back as if burned. She stared at him, and from behind her he could feel the blue eyes of his former self glaring. The ninth had obviously heard her mind-burst as well.

So the bastard was right. She hadn't forgiven him. He didn't want to explain right now, he just wanted to keep touching her.

He wanted to kiss her.

He moved quickly, pulling her head back to his and covering her lips with his own. The kiss was passionately desperate. Rose almost stumbled, falling against the Doctor as he continued kissing her thoroughly. He was trying to prove something at first, show her that he wanted her and only her.

But then the want actually sent in. She was firmly against him when she fell, and he could feel her breasts rising against his chest rapidly. He could feel her pebbled nipples through the thin material of the swimsuit. And she was so warm. He changed his kiss, pressing against her insistently, his tongue sweeping out and pushing into her mouth. She opened easily, loving the way he curled around her tongue and brushed against the roof of her mouth.

And his body against hers. It was thinner than the ninth's. She could feel that the chest muscles weren't as defined. But his skin was softer, and she felt the hairs of his lower stomach tickling her stomach. His long fingers were wound in her hair, holding her. And she imagined what else those long fingers could do.

Both Doctors suddenly got a flash of the long fingers moving in and out of her, coated in slick wetness. The ninth Doctor let out a gasp of surprise from behind while the tenth pulled back from Rose slightly, his eyes darkening and groaned lightly.

"Rose…" He murmured. She looked at him, her own eyes dark and inviting. "How did you do that?" He asked.

"I don't know. But I like it." She said quietly, trying to move back to kiss him. He moved further back, his expression wary. She let out a frustrated growl, and then a focused look came to her face.

She untied the back of her swimsuit, and let the top of it drop. Her breasts were exposed, absolutely gorgeous.

Then she was lying on her back with a sexy 'come-fuck-me' look. She was naked, though the apex of her thighs was hidden by shadow.

Then she was arching back, moaning, her hand clenched in his hair as he licked the juncture between her legs.

"Doctor!" She cried out.

Both Doctors' were immediately breathing harder and the ninth moved closer, needing to touch her after that. He frowned. The hair she had clenched in that vision had most certainly been a mop of brown curly mess. He wrapped his hands around her from behind, growling in her ear.

"And where was I during all that?" He said heatedly. She looked back at him, giving him a sweet smile.

She was pressed against a wall of the TARDIS, her back to him, her breasts flush against the cold metal, entirely naked and her chest heaving with the effort of breathing while being so aroused. He was against her, moving to line himself up so he could thrust into her. She moaned, looking back at him over her shoulder.

"I want you hard and fast." She said thickly. She pushed back against him, causing him to slip inside a couple inches. She was slick, soft, and oh so warm.

"How about there?" She whispered with a glint to her eyes. He felt himself straining against his trunks tightly. He could hear the tenth Doctor panting heavily, and she smiled proudly.

"You're a naughty minx, aren't you?" He asked, dragging her head back a little more and kissing her. She moaned into his mouth and when he pulled away he saw her smirk.

"I just know what I want. And I'm tired of waiting. And we can work out how I can send these…pictures, later. I want you now." She turned, looking at the tenth Doctor, who was watching her with dark, intense eyes. "Both of you."

"At the same time?" The ninth asked, his brow wrinkling. "I dunno if I want to do that." The tenth Doctor nodded in agreement.

Rose pouted. It was an extremely sexy pout. The tenth Doctor tore a hand through his hair and the ninth grumbled. They met each others eyes again briefly, coming to another decision. It was looking like they either had to share, or neither got her. And they both really wanted Rose right now. All or nothing.

"All right." The tenth spoke up, as the ninth moved to kiss along Rose's neck. "But we're staying on opposite sides of you. We are not touching each other in any way." He said firmly. Rose gave them a mischievous grin.

"You won't fulfill my fantasy of you kissing each other?" She asked wickedly. They blanched.

"No. Sorry Rose. We will fill you though." murmured the ninth in her ear. She shivered. That sounded better anyhow. She grinned happily.

"Well, I suppose that's all I really want." She said. Then she extricated herself from between them and moved towards the door of the room. "We are not doing anything more in here. And I want to get out of these clothes." She opened the door and slipped out before the Doctor's could realize she was leaving.

They immediately followed.

Hopefully it wasn't too terrible. When I first wrote the rough draft of this part years ago, it got me blushing just thinking about it. I hope you guys didn't find it too risque? I know it would be unsual for the two Doctors to just hop into bed together with her. I promise, I haven't gotten rid of the plot entirely for smut. There is a reason why they didn't even think about following Rose to bed. Don't let the mild smut make you forget about the weird things Rose is able to do! It'll add up, I promise!

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