Where: The hallway outside the cafeteria
When: Early afternoon (concurrent with "Research, research, research")
Daniel knew that he was good at and knowledgeable about many things, but a few minutes of listening to the magic debate and the discussions of metaphysics – that he truly hadn't believed in until arriving on the island – told him that he was well out of his league. He didn't quite trust Willow – her ability showed itself to skirt the edges of fine control – but he was willing to leave her to it in the presence of Tara and the Winchester brothers, whom despite their controlling natures and paranoia, seemed to possess a bit of common sense about these things.
Besides, being in the Doctor's body was far too distracting.
Awareness of everything flooded him. It went beyond sight and sound and taste and smell, although those senses were there too and sharper even, but it was more than that. He could feel the movement of time and space around him which was both disconcerting and fascinating. Daniel couldn't have described the feeling in words, he couldn't even have pinned it down, but it was there. It was as though out of the corner of his eye, he saw the changing landscape, a mirror shattering into a thousand fragments each with a slightly different reflected image. The feelings and images were fleeting and Daniel could only really grasp them when he wasn't trying. The moment he tried to focus, it all slipped away, repeated patterns of glass and kaleidoscopes of what was, what is and what could be, spiraling away from him and out of reach.
How does the Doctor live like this? Daniel wondered. On one level, it was fascinating; on another it was creepy. And it explains a lot.
He decided to patrol the bunker and make his way to the control room. It was familiar and it was a way to focus his mind away from time, away from Rose
It was somewhat comforting that the TARDIS was as confused as he was.
He stopped, supporting himself against the wall as the world spun away and shifted again. The TARDIS and Rose and all those sensations were gone and Daniel was left blissfully alone in his body and his head. The only thing he felt beneath his fingers was the cool cinder brick of the wall, and the only smell that assaulted his senses was the recycled air from the central air.
"Oh thank go-"
The repeated shifting choked off his words. A million worlds shattered and exploded out of the corner of his eye and the TARDIS stirred again.
"Oh give me a fucking break," Daniel muttered barely resisting the urge to bang his head against the wall. The Doctor's voice sounded strange to his ears and he sighed heavily. That only added to the unease as he reacquainted himself with the alien awareness of two hearts beating. "Now this place is teasing us."
"But what a rush, huh?"
Daniel didn't jump at the sound of Chloe's voice behind him. Some part of the Doctor's myriad of senses knew she was there; Daniel simply hadn't paid much attention. He turned and as Chloe slunk towards him exuding sex and a type of hunger that had nothing to do with food, he remembered that the buxom, sun-bleached blonde wasn't Chloe. "Not exactly."
"Where ya goin'?" Faith's movements went from predatory to casual in the blinking of an eye.
Not fooled, Daniel watched her curiously. "Perimeter sweep. Checking the video cameras. The usual. Feeling a bit out of my element in there." He inclined his head back toward the cafeteria. Daniel folded his arms across his chest and raised his eyebrows in inquiry, "I'm surprised you're not back there."
"Those are your books."
"Not really." Faith shrugged – an action that did all sorts of wonderful things to Chloe's wonderful cleavage – and tossed a sun kissed blonde lock of hair over her shoulder. Both Faith and Chloe were
"The books belong to the Watchers," Faith's words drew Daniel's attention back to meet Chloe's green-green eyes. If she noticed his distraction – and Daniel would have bet money that she did – Faith didn't show it. "'Sides, I don't do magic. I'm the Slayer. That means if it's evil, I slay it. Other people do the research." A wrinkle crinkled in Faith-in-Chloe's forehead, "Which makes me wonder why you aren't in there?"
"I translate ancient languages, and a few modern ones, but I don't do magic, either."
A chesire cat smile turned up the corners of her mouth and Faith drifted closer. Just like flipping a switch, casual was replaced by predatory and playful. Daniel resisted the urge to step away, knowing that would only encourage the woman.
"So, what's it like in there?" The change of subject took Daniel by surprise. Faith-in-Chloe breached his personal space. Her breasts lightly brushed his arm and Daniel was aware of oh-so-much more than just the heat from her body.
"In where?" Daniel frowned.
Faith ran her fingertips down his arm, leaving goose pimples in their wake. "In that alien body you're sporting. It's gotta be a little bit different right?" Faith pressed closer. Her voice dropped to a low, teasing whisper as she leaned up and breathed against his lips. "What's it feel like? Are all the parts the same? Aren't you just dying to know?"
Daniel came this close to answering her question. Mainly because it was far too hard to concentrate on not reacting to her when there was so much of her to react to and the Doctor's body sensed all of her on so many varied and different levels. Both of his hearts sped up a bit, the disconcerting double sensation proving to be just the distraction he needed to not give into Faith's wiles.
"You tell me, Faith, are all your parts the same?" Daniel whispered back. "What's it feel like inside Chloe?"
Faith wiggled suggestively against him, clearly not to be outdone. "You can find out if you'd like."
Daniel blinked and felt a rush of heat to his face. He chuckled despite his embarrassment, or maybe because of it. "I guess I walked right into that one, didn't I?"
"Yeah, you did," Faith agreed. Somehow her hands hooked around his waist, gripped the waistband of his pants and pulled him flush up against her, "Not changing the subject though, Danny. C'mon, I know you wanna play."
Another time, another place, another body, and Daniel knew that he probably would have lost the battle. As it was, with all of his senses overwhelmed by Faith, he was dangerously close to losing anyway. He reached between them and gripped Faith's hands and gently but firmly pried them from his pants. The brief flicker of confusion that danced across her face told him that she hadn't been expecting it to be that easy for him to remove her. That moment of confusion gave him enough control to put some minute distance between their bodies.
Later, Daniel would wonder why he didn't deny, arguing with himself that telling her 'No' outright, would only encourage her more. "Somehow, I don't think that the Doctor or Chloe would approve."
Faith licked her very pink lips, not the least bit deterred by the grip Daniel had on her wrists. "You might be surprised at what Chloe is up for doing. Trust me, you're on our list."
"I am?" Daniel ignored the rise and high pitch of the Doctor's voice. He also ignored the searing heat in his face and ears as he pushed out
"Two birds, Danny, one stone." Faith might not have had her usual grace and athleticism, but she knew enough of fighting and martial arts to take him by surprise. One moment, he held her away from him and the next, he was against the wall with Faith pressed against him, her mouth latched onto his.
Daniel's hands fluttered
(OOC: And cue up anyone to break up this party *wink* …no, I didn't plan to allow Faith to molest the Doctor's body … very much.)