Consenting Time Lords

                                                      
         Part One
     
     "It's cold in space," thought the Doctor to
himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as
he turned off the monitor. Simple times were long gone
for this particular Doctor. No longer a simple
traveler or adventurer, he found himself trapped in
the exo-space time continuum, or so it appeared. The
mere thought of it made him huffy.

    "Requesting instructions, master" came a
high-pitched cartoon-ish voice from somewhere near the
moping Doctor's shin. He managed a smile as he asked,
"K-9,despite our current problem, something is
bothering me to the point of utter distraction. 
What's missing from my life, hmmm? Sure, I save the
universe at least once a fortnight... I have a
spacious and wonderful home that allows me to travel
comfortably...I'm the scourge of villainy throughout
all time and space..."
Immediately K-9 linked up with the TARDIS computer and
the satellite ears on the robot dog's head began
oscillating quickly and the Doctor seemed almost
astonished at any reaction at all. He held his breath
and waited for the prognosis.

 "Calculating available data." quipped the dog. The
Doctor slowly approached the computer dog and knelt
beside him. "K-9?..." The dog raised his head and a
brief electrical noise was heard as a small printout
appeared from the dog's mouth. The Doctor quickly
ripped out the paper and stood, holding it up at an
angle to read:

           Coitus - Copulation - Physical Intimacy and
                 Gratification (with another being) 
                        additional: Intoxication

The Doctor's eyes widened and he shook his head and
read the printout again. "K-9, I...  Well, it's hardly
a practical suggestion," he announced casually with a
smile, "There don't appear to be too many options for
that sort of thing at the moment -you know, being
trapped in an unfamiliar universe..." K-9 interrupted:
"Negative. Materialization unnecessary to complete
task."  The Doctor opened his mouth as if about to
speak, then frowned and turned away. "I suppose you
mean the Mistress", he said quietly over his shoulder.
The person they were referring to was currently off in
the TARDIS's maze of halls doing Rassilon knows what,
perhaps for a rest after her strange metamorphosis on
the planet Alzarius. He'd seen hide nor hair of her
since they'd departed.  He had been so enjoying her
company since her regeneration and enjoying a
companion's company was a one chance in ten
occurrence.

 K-9 approached the Doctor slowly. "I can locate the
Mistress for you, Master."  The Doctor was still
facing away from K-9, but after the silence of a few
moments he quickly spun around and began fiddling with
the TARDIS console. "Perhaps you are right, K-9. It's
worth a try." K-9 began speeding towards the door
leading into the rest of the TARDIS, "I will
requisition the Mist-" The Doctor loudly interrupted,
"No, K-9, Heel!" He cleared his throat and wiped his
hair out of his eyes before responding at an
apologetic volume, "Take it easy, old boy. I'll just
re-configure the scanner to interior mode and see what
she's up to- I mean where she is."
"Affirmative, Master," said K-9, as the Doctor tweaked
knobs and threw switches, causing a brief cacophony of
beeps and tinkly noises. The screen opened up and the
Doctor began looking for Romana.


     Romanadvoratrelundar rubbed her sore back as she
wheeled the final cart of books into her room from the
TARDIS library. She noticed a full cup of tea that was
now frigid from what seemed to be  days that it sat in
her absence, while she had been doing research on
Earth philosophy. Perhaps if she was more well-versed
in how humans thought, she'd be better able to connect
with the Doctor. His exile to Earth was well-known and
it was rumoured in certain Gallifreyan circles the
Doctor himself was part-human. "Why does he always
seem to be holding something back?" she wondered to
herself as she fell back into bed. She took a few deep
breaths and began to see flashes from many of the
books she had spent the last few days scrutinizing.
The flood of images went on for some time and she was
almost asleep, when suddenly her mind got stuck on a
rather curious book she hadn't been able to fully
understand: The Kama Sutra. A look of discomfort shot
across her face as she rolled over onto her stomach.
She opened her eyes and stared at the wall in deep
thought. "Oh well," she said aloud. "Best to get
cleaned up and have another go!"  She stood at the
foot of her bed and began to remove her dress slowly.
As it fell to the floor, she walked over to the large
pile of books accumulated on her desk. Her pert
breasts were glistening with sweat, and the cool air
of the TARDIS made her nipples stand erect. While
shuffling through the pile, she suddenly realized that
she was wearing only panties and knee-high socks.
Laughing to and at herself she quickly grabbed a towel
and headed off for the shower.

       The TARDIS scanner was slowly panning through
the TARDIS library. "Just a minute!,"yelped the Doctor
as he rushed the scanner. "I thought I saw someone
move, K-9, did you see someone move??!"  K-9
interjected, "Master, my sensors indicate the Mistress
is in her room." The Doctor bit his lip then switched
off the scanner and approached the hat-stand, where he
raveled his scarf over his fluffy head and popped on
his hat. "You're in charge, K-9.."

        The Doctor exited the console room, but K-9
heard him say "Ring the cloister bell if you need
us."The Doctor strode along the TARDIS corridors like
a man who knew where the hell he was going. And, to be
truthful, he had some idea. Mulling the whole idea
over in his head was beginning to distract him
greatly. He stopped walking and turned back to the way
from which he came. "This is all a bit absurd, eh,
Doctor?", he chastised himself as he stood motionless
in the corridor. After almost a full minute's pause,
he turned around and headed off for the Mistress's
room. 

        Inside the TARDIS library, a figure lurked in
the shadows.

        Romana couldn't remember the last time she'd
enjoyed a shower so much. As she leaned with her back
to the nozzle, it covered her neck with a soothing
heat, and her mind began to wander again. She thought
of her days as a Time-Teen on Gallifrey; respected by
all of her instructors and peers...until they all
found out about her frequent trips to Lowtown, the
Gallifreyan ghetto where all Gallifreyans who weren't
Time Lords lived out their life cycles in poverty and
often depravity. She had known they would all
disapprove, and that was part of her motivation. All
of her free-time was spent in a dark and smoky bunker,
sharing forbidden substances and repressed physical
urges with man and woman alike.  She shortly noticed
she was fondling her nipples, but she saw no reason to
stop. Her life felt too good to be true. She
experienced freedom like never before living aboard
the TARDIS, but for some reason she couldn't fathom,
she was suddenly homesick for that secret place in
Lowtown.

      The Doctor arrived in Romana's room a few
moments later, to find her absent. He sighed to
himself and sat down on her bed. He had never
consciously noticed Romana's smell before. He closed
his eyes and tried to categorize the components of the
scent. Definitely a hint of Erosbloom, a rare and
wonderful example of Gallifrey's botanical splendor.
The Doctor laid back on the bed and inhaled deeply,
not opening his eyes. ‘Perhaps a hint of cinnamon', he
thought as he began to drift away into slumber.

      The mysterious intruder drifted through the
corridors of the TARDIS with no fear of discovery.The
place was simply too big for anyone to chance upon
him. Suddenly, he heard a noise from one of the nearby
rooms. He spread himself, back to the wall, and began
to edge closer to the disturbance.

     Romana stepped from the shower slowly and gazed
at herself in the mirror. The Princess Astra was a
lucky woman, she decided, and more so was her lover,
Merrac. She rubbed her hand across her slippery chest
and stopped at her stomach. She followed the trail of
pubic hair beneath her stomach down to the glistening,
well-kept hair of her crotch. Within moments, her
fingers were busily buried there as she leaned against
the wall, beginning to moan softly.

    

The Doctor was back on Gallifrey, in the outskirts of
the wilderness overlooked by the Panopticon. He was
accompanied by a strangely familiar, yet dark fellow
and two others, whom he couldn't quite discern. They
reached a clearing and the dark gentleman turned to
him and asked, "Which one do you want first? I prefer
the boy." The Doctor turned to see they were
accompanied by a Cardinal guard he knew from long ago
and a young female with the look and demeanor of a
politician in training. He studied her expression and
found only professionalism there.  He looked back to
respond to the man's query to find him looking quite
like a barbecued skeleton in a black cloak, shoving a
black, hand-held device repeatedly into the anus of
the guard. Then the man turned into a being indigenous
to Alpha-Centauri and began screaming incoherently in
a high-pitched voice. The Doctor stepped back and
looked at the girl, and she smiled wickedly and said,
"Don't tell me you never made that connection" and
laughed at the Doctor. 
     A moment later, a flood of yellow discharge shot
from Alpha-Centauri's singular eye as the guard turned
to the Doctor and said, "That one was my favorite!"


The Doctor jumped up, only to find himself alone in
Romana's room, sweating, with a throbbing erection.