Be quiet, I'm Talking

"Impossible!" She repeated as a snort as she listened to the Doctor. He was, wasn't he? No way would she be able to nap nor did she want to. And playing games... well, that wasn't something she was good at or even liked to do.

"Don't worry about it. I'm really not hungry nor am I interested in eating prison food. Bleh, that is something not on my bucket list. If it were, however, you'd have successfully allowed me to cross it off." Mal thought she should really tone down the sass and be a bit nicer. Funny the Doctor's cheer wasn't contagious, you'd think it would be.

Mal glared at the back of his had as he continued to prompt the guard in fetching something edible. She heard the man's retreating footsteps through the prison and snorted, almost not believing how it seemed everyone listened to what the Doctor said with little to no questions. Pft, he wasn't that influential. Yet Mal was here because... because why? Because he had poked at an area that was sore to her and she acted on defence. Or maybe she wanted to impress him? Nah, never.

She began to pace again as the Doctor flopped down. Mal looked slightly irritated still as she kicked at the mat in an attempt to bother him. "You? Waiting? That's very out of character, innit? "

It was a façade, wasn't it? The Doctor's cheer and happy demeanour? People who were legitimately that happy were either stupid or trying to sell something. At least that's how Mal viewed things. She sighed and ran a hand over her head, turning her back and pacing again. "Well I'm already here, aren't I? May as well stick my nose in some some trouble. But given then size of yours I might not even need to. Oh, that was a bit ruder than I intended... Eh, oh well, you're stuck with me now so may as well get use to it."

Mal sighed at him and just decided, for once, not to argue with him. So wait she would no matter how boring or filled with anticipation it would be. The sound of footsteps caused her to turn to the door, peering out with annoyance and curiosity. The Doctor made the usual introductions but the man just stared. At her. She squinted in response only to have the Doctor pull her back. "Ow! Watch it." Mal rubbed at her wrist as she watched the Doctor move toward the door. Creeps, the lot of them. Hopefully their waiting wouldn't last too long.

Well, maybe she spoke too soon. The door swung open and the guards swooped down on the Doctor. She yelped in response and stared wide eyed as the peeper at the door grabbed her and started tugging her out. "Ow. Again." She mumbled and looked toward the Doctor with a shocked expression. You know, incidences like this never meant anything good. And she was right as soon as the wealthy looking bloke announced him and Mal were to be wedded. No. No, no. First of all, marriage was not her scene. Ever. And second... EW!

Mal looked rightfully ticked and the two of them didn't get very far. "To hell with you!" She snapped, already fired up from her irritation with the Doctor. It didn't take much for her body to remember all the fights she'd had. Her hand reached out and, unfortunately for the would-be-husband, caught his precious jewels in a grip that caused him to shriek one pitch too high. He was bent over himself, tending to his wounds as Mal twisted in front of him, kicking him back and into the guards that were running towards her, shouting. The Doctor be damned, he could help himself. She turned and sprinted towards the exit, managing to duck out of the way of anyone trying to stop her.

Mal didn't say a word either as she held onto the rail of the TARDIS and stared back at the door with large eyes. Damn, that could have turned out way differently. She was feeling bad for running, but honestly never expected less from her self anyway. She swallowed down her nerves and glanced t the Doctor. It was unnerving when he was silent considering he always seemed to have something to say. One he spoke single command she bit the inside of her cheek.

"Yes... right. Sorry." Mal turned and pushed herself off the railing only to wobble on her legs. She grabbed on to the rail again until she was stable. The adrenaline was probably wearing off. With a small sigh she tried to walk again only to have her knees give out. She dropped on all fours and muttered before realizing there was a small pang in her left hip. Turning to look, the brown-haired girl was quite surprised when she yanked out a dart. A bloody dart!

"Oh...." Were her last words before passing out face first on the TARDIS floor.

((YOU- SERIOUSLY DO YOU LIKE WATCHING ME SUFFER? xD You bloody well know Mal doesn't have the freakin' will power to... UGH!))


Mal's nose twitched. She scrunched it up and wriggled it until she became vaguely aware of where she was. A bed, or cot, or something. Maybe the mattress back in the prison. She had been dreaming so that would be the best explanation. But opening her eyes she noticed this was, in fact, not the jail. Which meant she had been struck with a dart.

She grabbed the blanket in her hands and threw it off like it had offended her. It was way too hot to be wearing that. Mal sprawled herself out and let her limbs hang from the cot as she groaned. "Oh god they poisoned me... I'm dying... seriously.. oh, wait... maybe not. Yes. No. Oh my..." It was at that moment she wondered why she always wore a sweater. She would burn up if she didn't take it off. But with a shifty glance at the Doctor she wondered if that was a bad idea. Maybe she should keep it on so the space perv couldn't catch a free show.

"You did this, didn't you?" That was an irrational accusation and Mal knew it. Yet that didn't stop her from pointing a shaking finger at him and scowling. Leaping from the cot she advanced on him with an angered expression. "I mean, come on, I would have noticed it sooner! Didn't even take effect until I was in this stupid box of yours! Always knew you'd try something you.... you..... you....!"

Mal was reaching into the depths of her mind to try and pull out the ultimate insult so this big eared twat knew she wasn't fooling around. By this time she was right in front of him, glaring like she never had before. But in this close proximity she shivered and a strong need was demanding to be fulfilled. Considering her resolve was rubbish and she always listened to instinct, Mal grabbed the lapels of the Doctor's jacket and pulled him in to a snogging session. One that left Mal feeling intoxicated.

Mal growled in frustration as he forced her to sit.  No, no, no.  The cot would only be a nice place to stay if he was there with her.  She wasn't even embarrassed with her thoughts, not flustered nor shocked.  How uncharacteristic, but nothing else mattered.  No, the only thing that mattered was she put her fire into some action.  Release the coil in the pit of her stomach.  But he was gone, out of the room, left her to just sit there.  

She was fanning herself, finding it hard to breathe and even harder to sit still.  Mal was convinced she was drowning in desire, suffocating in her own hormones.  It would make it easier to bare if there was a mix.  No, bad Mal.  Sit.  Stay.  Yes, very bad Mal... No, no, no don't go there brain! Ugh! This was ruining her. Oh, what would it hurt if the two of them just fooled around. It's not like anything bad would happen. Just a couple of friend helping each other out... And by that she meant him helping her out. This was driving her nuts.

Mal stood up and was out the door in an instant. She walked the corridor with hurried step before reaching the control room. Without entering it, she braced her hands against either side of the door and popped a pose. "Doctor..." The word was unmasked, thick with lust, need, confusion, and recklessness. Safety wasn't in her repertoire at the moment unless it involved him saving her from her imminent actions.

Mal took deliberately slow steps into the room. Her eyes watched every twitch of his muscles as he walked around the console. This earned him an amused smile as she placed her hands on the TARDIS, leaning in with a spark of mischief in her eyes, "Oh, playing hard to get are we? Well lucky for you I like games." That was a lie, she hated games. But at this point she'd like anything if he'd just stop moving and get his arse over here. She swallowed down heavily and raised an eyebrow at him, her voice dropping again.

"What if I don't listen? Are you going to punish me?" Mal was prowling around the console like a predator, intense gaze never leaving the Doctor's face. "But you're right. I'm not thinking straight. I need to clear it up a bit... so aren't you going to help me? You are a Doctor after all."

And with that she sprung, somehow grabbing onto his arm and shoving him back against the rail. Where had this strength come from? Mal was physically weak yet here she was shoving a man who was rather heavy to where she wanted him to be: trapped between herself and something inescapable.

Mal groaned in annoyance when he, yet again, slipped through her fingers. She leaned against the rail and grimaced as he ran away. Okay, that was obviously sign enough to stop. Cool down. Cool. Think of cold things like-like ice, blue, his heart. Oh, that was a good one she'd have to mark that down later. Mal smacked her head against the rail and muttered an ow. Ice. Ice. She needed ice. A tub full of it. "Give me your ice, Lady, please. I beg you! Ugh! I can't... even... deal with this! Damn it. Damn." Mal started to swear as she tore open every door, ripped apart every cupboard and cold storage system she found. No ice, just a lot of odd tools and alien things she didn't want to know about.

Mal finally reached the kitchen and practically attacked it. Her libido was just... distracting. That was the lightest word she could use. Reaching under the sink she pulled out a basin before ripping open the freezer and dumbing all that heavenly ice into it. With that she perched in the metal container, wiggling herself in so the ice was just touching her waist. She sighed in relief and ripped her sweater off, no longer caring how she looked. She was cooling down though her veins still buzzed. Maybe she should run... off a cliff... because it was impossible to go on living without this day haunting her for the rest of her life.

"I'll kill the bugger...." Mal muttered before bringing her hand up and biting her thumb. Distraction! Distraction, distraction! Oh look, it hurts, and you're cold. Probably going to get hypothermia but it doesn't matter because you're not turned on. Nope! Nope don't even think it! Because it's not true. Oh, ouch, your thumb hurts. Focus on that! Ha! Oh, it's working, I'm so clever!

Mal noticed movement at the door and turned wide eyes just in time to see the Doctor duck out of site. She grumbled and dropped her hand to her side, "You're sending mixed signals, you know." There was irritation on her voice now, a tone that was a bit safer compared to what transpired in the console room. "Yeah, forget it all, where are we? Home, I hope. So I can sleep. Forever. God.... god, god, god. Yup. Sleeping would be nice." With her cold hands she slapped them over her face and sighed. That was so relieving she didn't even think she had felt this good. Well...

Mal coughed loudly and cleared her throat, grabbing some of the ice and stuffing it down her shirt. She yelped at the sudden chill and muttered incoherently under her breath. A few cusses were heard as she shifted in the basin so her back was facing the door.

"What?!" Mal snapped, craning her head to glare at the door. "You're joking, right? You're bloody joking? Can't you just take me back and then lock me in like... the bathroom or something. Chain me up to the sin- oh let's not... no... no. This is torture!" And because Mal was emotionally challenged she began to cry. Honestly, it was the only way she knew how to deal with things and it sucked. Because it meant she was crying near the Doctor and for starters she never wanted him to see her cry and secondly he would probably find it annoying. Not to mention it was just further ammunition he could use on her later.

Mal just sat there sniffling and covering her face. This was so unfair, she didn't even ask for this. Well, in a way she did just nothing this... horrible. Honestly, poison would probably be easier to deal with, it wasn't as humiliating. She cleared her throat and tensed up when the Doctor picked her up. She averted her eyes before just closing it, shaking from the cold of being submerged in ice for quite a while. Right. Set down on a bed. Again. No thoughts. Good. Just lay here. "Yeah..." Mal agreed with that simple word, not going any further as she curled into a ball. This was going to be very traumatic. Staying in a room. Alone. With a raging libido. As the Doctor would say... Fantastic.