Succubi and Time Lords have always hated each other. A war broke out and the Succubi lost, being cast back into their dimension where the rift they used to enter this world was closed forever. The power of closing the rift burned their world and all...
A/N: just so you know, Drew has an American accent with a slight Southern twang to it. Also, if you haven't read the warning page, PLEASE do before reading!
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Jack was sitting in his captain's chair, trying to get the nav-comm back online while Rose leaned back on the controls to watch him and the Doctor was sat on the bottom of the two cots, watching the conman warily. With a slight golden shimmer, another being appears in the Chula ship. "Honey, I'm home!" the flame-haired woman giggles before their blue eyes shift to golden with slits for pupils when they see the Doctor. "You," they hiss through their teeth and lunge at the Doctor, knocking him back as they straddle his waist and pin him to the cot.
"Doctor!" Rose shouts, jolting forward in worry and shock.
Before she gets more than a foot away from where she was, though, the ginger clicks their fingers and rope wraps around Rose's body and she's tied up to where she can't move. "What the hell? Doctor!" she screams, struggling against the binding but they only tighten, making her whimper.
Another click of the ginger's fingers and a ball-gag is placed on Rose and she screams around it. Jack sits back in his chair, looking pretty calm and just a bit amused by the situation. The woman glares down at the Time Lord under them, "Javic, what. The fuck. Is he doing here?" they ask in a low tone, the 's' in 'is' being drawn out.
"Let Rose go," the Doctor glares up at her with an equally dark tone, trying to get out of the hold on his wrists.
"Is that her name?" the ginger glances back and their eyes trail over Rose's form slowly and they hum in appreciation. "Cute and a little on the nose... she smells like roses," they turn back to the Doctor. "No, I won't be letting her go just yet," they smirk, biting their bottom lip to keep from giggling when the Doctor nearly growls. "I think she looks pretty sexy tied up and gagged for me," a giggle slips when the Doctor does growl this time.
"Drew, what are you doing?" Jack asks and Rose screams with tears in her eyes when the conman actually chuckles.
"Oh, just sitting on the man who killed my people," the ginger - or rather, Drew - replies casually. "Ah, ah, ah," they 'tsk' when the Doctor goes to say something and a long tail with an arrow-like tip comes out from under their dress to wrap around the Doctor's throat and he chokes slightly. "No talking without permission, honey," they smile sweetly but their eyes darken as they use their magic to strengthen their hold when he struggles more. "Now, what are you doing here? Cause the way I hear it, one genocide wasn't enough for you," they raise an eyebrow. "Too scared to take yourself with them, were you?"
Drew is suddenly flipped over with the Doctor's hand around their throat and they actually laugh as they smirk up at him wickedly. "There he is: the Oncoming Storm! A strength to rival a Succubus and the bloodlust to murder billions," they snarl.
"How are you alive?" the Doctor glares down at them.
"Disappointed you didn't get us all?"
"Wondering why the hell if any of you survived, it had to be you," he retorts.
