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Chapter 9 by Eugene_Oregon Eugene_Oregon

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Rose back in the TARDIS, but not back in her clothes

Rose's eyes lit up when she saw the familiar blue of the TARDIS and fretted impatiently as the Doctor fumbled with the lock. She darted past him and inside the moment the door swung open. Her relief was tempered by the discovery of how cold the TARDIS actually was.

She was **** to expose herself as she stumbled and struggled to retain her balance as the TARDIS shook.

"Rose, come here!" The Doctor called, fighting with the controls. "I need you to help fly her!"

Seriously?! Couldn't the Doctor see how much she HATED being utterly bare from head to toe?

The blonde girl hurried over to the Doctor, squeezing her breasts tightly.

"Hold that lever down," the Doctor pointed, "it'll try to resist, so don't let go."

Rose quickly realised that she'd need both hands, so reluctantly abandoned her attempt at covering. The central column wheezed into life as the Doctor raced around the console, flicking switches and turning dials.

"They're trying to trap us here!" The Doctor yelled, but Rose had greater concerns. She was conscious about how her breasts were swinging around freely, and she was required to part her thighs as she bent her legs as her bare feet struggled for grip.

A sudden jerk almost sent the naked girl flying, and she squealed as sparks jumped out of the controls. The time machine tilted sharply, sending Rose careering into a tumble. She threw her hands up over her eyes as she was blinded by a bright, white light...before falling down painfully on her buttocks.

Winded, it took Rose a few seconds to recover, and when she did, she saw that the control room had vanished.

"Hello? Doctor?!" the blonde girl called out, gingerly climbing to her feet and hugging herself.

She was still in the TARDIS, but the corridor looked identical to any of the other countless ones in the time machine.

Before she could decide what to do next, she heard footsteps coming towards her.

"Doctor?" Rose called out, hesitantly. Her instincts were telling her to run; she was still naked, after all, and didn't want to be seen by anybody until she had some clothes on again.

But the Doctor was her only way out of this mess, and she wasn't exactly in a position to turn down help.

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