kore_logs | Operation: FREAK OUT

Who: The Doctor, Sharon Carter
Where: Their house
When: morning of day 58
What: The Doctor needs to confirm that something isn't right.
Warning: Sharon is apparently a succubus, so sexual innuendo

It was extremely early in the morning when the Doctor's eyes blinked open. That itself was strange - he didn't remember falling asleep as he sat up on the couch. Scrubbing at his face, his brows furrow and he looks around. What time is it?

Nothing looked out of place, and it was so very strangely quiet... Wait, why was everything quiet and why didn't he know what time it was?

And then the panic set in and his hands went to his chest, "One heart. Why do I have only one heart!?" He stands up so fast and nearly topples over, "Oh... tachycardia! That's not..." And then it hit him - WAS HE HUMAN!?

"S-Sharon!?" Maybe they were attacked? Maybe she knew something he didn't? How long had he been out?

He raced up the stairs and without even knocking on her door, barged right in, "W-What's going on!? Were we attacked?" A swallow, "I think I'm human!"

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Sharon is up in a flash, grabbing her knives from under her pillow and rushing to the door to let him in. She's wearing nothing but a nightgown, and her hair is mussed. She looks around for a ponytail holder and her uniform.

"Slow down, Doctor. Why do you think we're under attack?"

She sets her knives down long enough to pull up her hair and watches him while she works. The rumpled suit look is good on him. Ruffled hair looks good on him, too. He should dress like that more often.

"You look normal... But me?" He looks down at himself, "I'm pretty sure I only have one heart. OH! Take my pulse... got a thermometer around?" His thoughts were racing and he couldn't focus. This wasn't suppose to happen ever, and he didn't know what to do.

"My face is the same, isn't it? Teeth?" He runs his tongue along his teeth, "Yeah, they're the same." He groans in frustration and ruffles his hair, "What's happened!?"

"Relax. Whatever's going on, we can handle it. We have before." She steps forward, and for a moment, she could swear the air around him is humming. She presses two fingers to his neck, trying to keep her concentration on the rhythm instead of the heat of his skin.

She licks her lips. She swears they weren't dry a moment ago.

"Your pulse is solid." She pulls her hand away as if stung and looks around for her uniform. She should get dressed. But maybe later. She isn't really keen on wearing more clothes than she has on right now. Even the nightdress seems heavy.

"Have a seat, Doctor. We can work through this." She waves a hand toward the bed, the sheets still askew.

He takes a seat, looking a little bewildered, but sitting was definitely good. "I'm human." He speaks softly, as if still in shock and unknown what to do.

"I'm not a Time Lord; I'm actually human...." He touches his chest, feeling the one heart, "Well, this is rubbish."

Furrowing his brows, he looks back up to Sharon, "Why did I change? Why haven't you changed?"

Sharon shrugs. "They tend to choose things that affect people differently. This could be more of the same." She wonders if he was made to sit on her bed. He certainly looks good there. He might look better lying down.

She bites her lip hard enough to hurt. No. The Doctor is a friend. What's wrong with her?

Her eyes moves to his hand over his chest, and she fights the urge to put her own hand there, to feel the texture of his shirt beneath her fingertips, feel his body's head against her skin.

She realizes her breathing has changed and forces herself to swallow. What the hell is wrong with her? She could drown in a cold bath and still be turned on right now.

Now he's really frustrated, "Who are 'they' exactly? Has anyone tried to contact them? These ruddy cameras - where do they lead to? Have you traced them? And what of the footage? This isn't Big Brother," He turns to the camera in the room, "I hope you're bloody listening!"

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as the knuckles of his hands turn white as his fingers gripped her bedsheets. He takes a few calming breathes, "I'm sorry."

"Scientists, I think." Her voice is low and thoughtful, and her hand moves to cover his heart. She can feel it, she thinks. His life. Which feels delicious.

She bites her lip. "It's fine. I've never changes species before. It must be a shock to your system." She grins weakly, her thumb stroking his shirt. "No pun intended?" Was that even a pun? All she can think is how good he'd look naked on her bed. She already has him on her bed... She's halfway there.

He eyes her hand on his chest, his brows furrowed slightly, "Erm, yeah... It's a bit weird."

She was acting a bit strange, wasn't she? Sharon was a good friend, caring and considerate despite the bad relations she's apparently made since he's been gone. But she had never been overtly touchy-feely.

"You OK?" He looks up to her, trying to gauge her expression.

Her breath catches when he looks up, and she's in the middle of kissing him before she's even aware she's begun. She pushes him back onto the bed, shoving her fingers into his hair, her other hand keeping him pressed against his chest to keep him down.

There it is, a taste of something sweet and exotic. She doesn't just find it in his kiss, it's in him, in his very core, and she's never been hungrier for anything in her life. She wants that core. She doesn't care if she has to leave him as a decayed husk on her bed, she wants him, wants that essence, wants-

She pulls back with a gasp and staggers away from him. No. No. This is her friend, one of the few she has here. She can't kill him. She refuses to kill him.

She's also afraid she can't stop herself if she looks at him again. She keeps her eyes on the floor and points at the door with a shaking hand, each breath she takes so deep that it burns.

"Think I changed after all. You need to go."

And she needs to lock that door behind him and not let herself out.

The Doctor had looked up and the next thing he knew, she was kissing him and he was pinned down on her bed. In the back of his mind, he noted that she was much stronger than she looked, but it still was very out of character for her. He was guilty of a kiss or two when someone least expected it, but this seemed a little more than a kiss.

And then he felt some of his life essence being stolen from her. Oh... Oh! He knew what she had become, he had heard the stories, knew where they existed on certain colonies where trafficking still existed. But this wasn't what he wanted and he was just about to push her away when she did it for him.

Lying there panting, eyes wide, he didn't know what to say. 'You need to go.' Was so very right. He didn't know what to even say before he quickly left, rushing down the stairs, fixing his clothes back into place.

Operation: FREAK OUT

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