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February 16th, 2010

Chapter 2: I Will Save Thee From Thy Darkness Within

Masterlist can be found: here. Full disclaimer, etc, can be found in the first part of this story.



 

Muffled footsteps echo through the make-shift morgue and grow louder as they draw closer.Collapse )Interlude # 3: The Lost Traveler
Interlude #3: The Lost Traveler

This is a crossover with the movie/ book 'The Lovely Bones'.

Masterlist can be found: here. Full disclaimer, etc, can be found in the first part of this story.



It was just another day. Well, just another day in the in-between; my own perfect world.

I was wondering about--just like I normally do. But nothing was normal in the in-between.

As I reached the meadow--the beautiful meadow with apple grass  and chirping birds-- I spotted a rock. It was in the middle of the field. But I had never seen it before.

I strolled closer and I noticed a man. He was sitting on that peculiar rock and was clad in a dark pinstriped suit. Although, I could tell that he wasn’t a businessman, he couldn’t be one.  I had never seen him before; not in-between, not ever in real life.

I grew closer to him, and noticed the clear blue of sky above me, dotted with white cumulus fluff, mutate rather rapidly into a gray silt horizon of strato-nimbus tinged with the silver of an oncoming rainstorm.

Nearing the tuft of grass beside him, I stopped and took in his gloomy features.

‘I died, you know. Murdered. I was only fourteen,’ I said with a slight smile on my face but my voice remained grim.

‘So did I,’ he replied sorrowfully, continuing to look at the scenery in front of him.

‘How?’ I asked, truly wondering how a man so young could have died. Although, she was one to wonder it.

‘Trying to save the world. Aliens. I died in my lovers’ arms, poisoned. He died with me, but he’s immortal,’ he paused for a moment, drawing in a deep, shuttered breath, ‘-he’ll come back just like he always does.’

‘That’s awful,’ I stated, truly feeling sympathy for this man.

‘For me, or him?’ he asked dryly, his voice still tinted with grief. 

‘Both,’ I replied, briefly looking down at the grass, ‘Must be awful to outlive so many friends, lovers, family. How could a man live a life so lonely?’

‘He’ll forget me, someday. Maybe not tomorrow, or next week, but someday. A thousand years time and he won’t remember me, just a blip in time,’ the man mourned as if he was reminiscing something.

‘Hopefully he’ll have something to remember you by,’ I said.

‘Just a picture, a moment captured in time forever,’ the man sighed, his voice ringing out as he faded into nothing. 

February 15th, 2010

Unexpected Guest

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Title: Unexpected Guest

Fandoms: Red Dwarf, Torchwood.

Characters: Rimmer, Lister, Kryten, Holly and John (Hart).

Spoilers: None, really.

Disclaimer: I dont own Red Dwarf, or Torchwood.

A/N: Thanks again to my wonderful beta, tempusdominus10 . 



'Lister! Come 'ere! It's urgent!' called Rimmer, the hologram with the most.

'Yep, 'cause a time-travelling man is urgent. Right,' Holy could be heard muttering in the background.

'What iz it, Rimma?' Lister was exasperated.

Kryten turned to the lone human; casual as ever. 'What do you believe it is this time, zur?' the mechanoid asked, slightly deadpanned.

''ew knows, it's Rimma; for all we know, he could've found yet another thing to ramble about,'

'I wouldn't count on it, zur,' Kryten replied.

Rimmer shifted towards the doorway as his shipmates arrived. He be beckoned the guest to his side and prepared for their entry.

'Captain John Hart; 51st century and omnisexual,' said visitor remarked, smirking like a trooper as he turned to the arriving team.

'Lister- the last human alive; Kryten- our mechanoid butler,' Rimmer stated, accompanying gesture with words.

'But... who exactly, iz 'ee, Rimmer, zur?'

The hologram ignored him. His glance at the captain was cursory; a smug grin hovering in his reply.

'He'll be staying on our ship for awhile; merely a guest."

'Right--anyone up for some pool... now where's Cat?' Lister said, muttering the latter under his breath.

'And who's this then?! He's even almost as good-lookin' as me!' A voice exclaimed as a man in a suit barged into the room.

'It's always me...why me?' The wannabe Captain muttered, turning away from the scene and leaving the room unnoticed.

December 25th, 2009

Title:The End Is Just the Beginning
Spoilers: DW: End of Time Part 2, Torchwood: COE
Characters/Parings: Janto, The Tenth Doctor, OC 
Summary: Sometimes, in the endless void of your life , a candle will flicker, and will lead the way--and will bring you back into the light.
Disclaimer: I still don't own any of it.
Note: Thanks again to tempusdominus10 .  Also, I know that 'The End of Time Part 2' aired quite a while ago, but  in truth I really wasn't up to posting it until now.

You will never be alone...Collapse )

 

The Beginning of the End

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Title:The Beginning of the End
Spoilers: Cyberwoman
Characters/Parings: Ianto, mentions of Lisa and Jack.
Summary: Kind of a Cyberwoman coda; another small drabble.
Disclaimer: I still don't own any of it.
Note: Thanks again to tempusdominus10 . 



The Beginning of the End


I was lost; gone; taken.

Everything had gone to Hell; my soul, my body, my life. The hopes and dreams I'd had of marrying her; who I'd loved so much I couldn't even say her name.

As much as I tried I couldn't escape the pain. But without it I knew I wouldn't be human-- just another Cyberman, but without the metal prizon that disables feelings and emotions.

I just don't know if I'll be able to survive.

Malicious Sympathy

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Title: Malicious Sympathy 
Spoilers: None, really.
Characters/Parings: Owen, mentions of Janto.
Summary: This is, in a way, a small, EoD coda (drabble) from Owen's POV. 
Disclaimer: I still don't own any of it.
Note: Thanks again to tempusdominus10 . 



Malicious Sympathy 

I had been wrong. Or rather, I had pushed the feelings away and reverted to maliciousness. I knew how he felt; how he feels.

I just pretend I don’t care.

In truth I do care quite a bit. I don’t want him to get hurt like I did although it’d be in a different way. Some people say I don’t care, but that’s not true. I do care and I try to help--in my own special way.

Masterlist can be found: here. Full disclaimer, etc, can be found in the first part of this story.




Chapter 1: You Were Blind But Now You See

 

Let me, the TARDIS hummed as if nothing was wrong.

Do what? The Doctor kept his feet on the console and his hands behind his head as he hummed an old Gallifreyan melody. 

Let me help him. The TARDIS shook slightly as she began to take flight. Which was still unnoticed by the oblivious Time Lord. 

'Wait, what?' he said aloud, finally snapping from his jolly trance and noticing the hum of engines that he'd absentmindedly ignored.

The Time Lord's feet slipped from the console as his concentration snapped to confusion. He struggled to regain balance, bracing his hands on the chair's sides. He briefly managed to maintain his balance before tumbling to the grated floor below.



Consequently, the ancient alien in the brown suit sat up and glanced around at his ship.  
 
I'm fine, slight loss of dignity though. He'd said it with great confidence yet he wondered why he'd mentioned it. It wasn't his voice alone that he heard in his head. There was another; familiar, yet the Time Lord couldn't recall where from.


'What was that for, girl? Are you trying to tell me something?' the Time Lord muttered. The TARDIS didn't answer. It made the witty alien humanoid feel like the daft sod he was as a youngster. 

The Time Lord was acting on muttering yet another insecurity but he never got the chance. Just as he made the decision, the world around him began to shake; followed by a strident bang. And then an excruciating agony spread through his skull as darkness surrounded the world.

~


As his mind returned from nothingness and his senses began to return, the Time Lord became aware of the grates directly beneath him. Shortly following; as the numbness subsided, the agonizing throbbing returned.  Unwillingly putting aside the pain, the suit-clad man gradually shifted himself to a sitting position. 


'Oi! What was that for?' he erupted, ignoring his burning skull. His ship just hummed in response. 

'It's like talking to a bloody coffee machine,' he muttered. The Doctor never swore. Ever. It just wasn't him.

'What's happening to me?' the two-hearted man murmured. Wait, the TARDIS voiced. 

'Wait? What? For what purpose?' the Time Lord raged, becoming frustrated with the TARDIS' slight smugness. And yet, through all of this, he was altered by his sudden caprice. 

You were blind, but now you shall see she sung. The Doctor managed to rise himself into a sitting position. But not for long.

 


Nearly blindingly vivid images poured into the his mind. His body hit the grates and he felt his body go limp. 

If I was blind, then what 'shall I see'? was one of the Time Lord's last thoughts before he succumbed to the bright, blinding images--memories--he thought; finally letting go.

A voice rang out in the silence. The flashes began to transform, solidifying, their moving parts locking in on one particular image; scene--familiar but quite vague around the edges.

The scene evolves, vivifies; his senses are rapidly heightened. It was as if he was-for now-- a small, small part of a lucid dream--a vivid memory of the past--for that's what it was; he knew, somehow he knew.

'...And this is Ianto Jones, Ianto cleans up after us and gets us everywhere on time,' a much-too-familiar voice introduced, although clearly not to him.

'I try my best,' a Welsh-toned voice remarked; and that from a remarkably immaculate man, a young one. A man that seemed vaguely familiar. 

'And he looks good in a suit.'

Typical Jack; the grin, tone of voice, facial expressions--all there.But there was something else in Jack, something he'd only seen in him once.

'Careful that's harassment, sir,' said Welshman responded.

The captain, obviously the hero of the story by now, put up a good display, but the Doctor --was-- the Doctor, after all; he knew when something was wrong.


Said voice faded and the surroundings dissolved into a dark, black void of emptiness.



A second scene began to appear; tension; rage; anger; pain-everything. It was all there.
Said scene was different from the previous. The light-hearted mood was gone. It was a separate moment; a different time--filled with hatred and betrayal.


'You may think you're the hero, but you're the biggest monster of all,' it was that Welsh voice again.

His mind raced through the possibilities--concentrating--determined to remember where he'd seen this man before.

Outer space Facebook! Of course. The screen. He was on the screen!

That hasn't happened yet. Not for him, a voice called out from the approaching darkness. 

But what happened?

The Cybermen.

 
The picture appeared as quickly as the last; as did the mood. Except this time, someone new was with him; a co-worker perhaps.


'Jack needs me!' the young man raged. Yet again anger was there, but this time it was accompanied with frustration--doubt. 

'Maybe in your sad wet dreams, when you're his part time shag!' his co-worker retorted before turning back to the odd machine and placing a circular piece into place.

A gunshot rang out--evidently from the Welshmen with the gun--as the familiar shadow took over. 


'Let's be honest, Jack. I'm nothing more than a blip in time for you,' the familiar voice echoed in the pitch-black void. 


Merely seconds passed before the second voice answered. 


'You're not just a blip in time Ianto Jones, not to me.' 

There was a brief silence--a comforting silence--before a new memory emerged from the cold emptiness.

 


'It's weird. It's just different. It's not...men. It's... it's just him. It's only him. And I don't even know what it is, really. So... so I'm not broadcasting it.' the well-known Welshman admitted. 

'Oh, no, honest, I won't say. If you want it kept quiet, I swear, I won't say a word, I promise,' the woman across from him said.

Sister.

'Aye aye, gay boy, she says you're taking it up the arse.' the newly arrived man blurted.

Brother-in-law.

Once again the scene evolved into a new one--this one with a much darker theme.

 


'No, no no no... Ianto, No,' the captain held his lover and dropped to his knees '-it's all my fault.'

'No it's not...'

'Don't speak, save breath.'

'I love you...' his lover said, knowing that he was going to die.  

'Don't... Ianto, Ianto, Stay with me Ianto, Stay with me please...' 

Both men broke then; lover pleaded with lover.

'It was good, yeah?'

'Yeah.'

'Don't forget me.'

'Never could.'

'1000 years time? You won't remember me,' the Welshman sobbed.

'Yes I will. I promise I will... Ianto, Ianto don't go, Don't leave me please. Please don't.' 
Jack's own sobs broke as he tried to keep his lover alive.


For the last time, the scene faded; leaving the two men in fragments, different pieces of the same life as the memory began to unravel and the consciousness of the watcher was dragged back to reality.

Out of Place (Interlude 2)


 Masterlist can be found: here. Full disclaimer, etc, can be found in the first part of this story.

 


Interlude #1: Nightmares of the Future


He was having a nightmare, but his eyes were open. He could hear his coworkers; smell the coffee, and yet he could sense the desperation, and see the pain in his lover’s eyes.

He was there--in his office--but he wasn’t. This was happening, but it wasn’t. He wasn’t dreaming, this wasn’t a dream, it was a living nightmare.

His chest hurt but he knew it wasn’t the poison causing his broken breaths. Although he might wish it to be true, or try to convince himself, it wasn’t the lack of air that had caused his pain… or what was causing it now. It wasn’t physical. Not for him; not yet anyways.

He almost wished it were--he could deal with that any day. And he wanted the darkness to overwhelm him; and finally, it did. But not for long. The darkness never lasted long enough… never lasted…

Absently, he thought he felt his chest implode psychically as everything rushed back again, in and out, and over his head. Just like before. Then, the darkness came.

As he regained consciousness, he realized what he would do. He knew how he’d stop this; it. He knew who he needed. Who he longed for--the right kind of doctor. And he would do anything it took to get his help--to change the future.



You Were Blind But Now You See (Ch.1)
 Now's the Time For Change

I Cannot Live Without You (Prequel)
Nightmares of the Future (Interlude 1)
You Were Blind But Now You See (Ch.1)
Out of Place (Interlude 2)
I Will Save Thee From Thy Darkness Within (Ch.2)
The Lost  Traveler (Interlude 3)

December 24th, 2009

Interlude #2: Out of Place

Masterlist can be found: here. Full disclaimer, etc, can be found in the first part of this story.


It flowed through your veins and penetrated your soul.Collapse )
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