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Fic: Calling the TARDIS (redux)
This is a re-edited version of a previous fic, which was jossed so thoroughly by canon that I've had to rework it quite significantly. Thankfully the main point still works, but the Marilyn bit will now be a separate fic. (It deals with the same themes, but the plot-bridges are no longer there. However, I will actually *finish* the Marilyn story, which makes me happy, as I always liked where I was going with it, and it was very incomplete before.)
Title: Calling the TARDIS (redux)
Setting: S6, between 'The Girl Who Waited' and 'Closing Time' (the years when the Doctor travelled without the Ponds)
Summary: TenToo and Rose call the TARDIS.
Characters: TenToo, Rose, Eleven, River.
Spoilers: S6
Rating: PG-13.
Word count: 2200 words approx
Genre: Angst, crack!fic, fluff
Auther’s Notes: Um, this is (quite literally) angsty crack. Very much focussed on the story/themes of S6.
Calling the TARDIS
“Doctor...”
“It’s going to work! Just... watch me!”
A brief pause as she obviously tried very hard not to mention that he’d been working on this for a week and that so far all he’d done was create several ugly marks on the walls and ceiling of his ‘study’ when things had exploded a little bit. He took a deep breath.
“Just because it hasn’t worked until now doesn’t mean that I can’t still make it work. And I need to!”
He could almost feel her unspoken arguments, which was a bit disheartening, but what she said was:
“Well, give me a shout when you’re done. Or, just come to bed, yeah? I’m sure you’ll work it out tomorrow...”
Which was what she’d said every day for the past week, ever since... Ever since it had become vitally important to try to contact his other self. Good old Rose though - she’d keep the flag flying, even if everyone else gave up.
And then suddenly the unit sprang to life.
“Rose! Rose! Look! What did I say?”
She turned in the bedroom door and ran back to him, throwing her arms around his shoulders and kissing him soundly.
“Well done you!”
“Now all I need is to lock onto the TARDIS somehow, which...” He dragged a hand through his hair, “...might be tricky.”
Gently she turned his face towards her.
“One hour. And then bed. Deal?”
He dipped his head. Stupid human body which needed so much sleep...
“Deal.”
Finding a route to the TARDIS proved much, much easier than he’d expected however...
*
Heart beating (and he still wasn’t used to the singular), he pressed the button that should hopefully make the vid-link work across dimensions.
For a long while there was only static, but then (he hardly dared believe it - although... he was brilliant!) the screen flickered, and after a moment’s fuzziness a face appeared.
It was a young face, with a floppy fringe on top and a bowtie below, which looked at him with surprise writ large on its face.
“Hello,” the young man said, blinking. “Well this is unexpected.”
The Doctor pulled an apologetic face.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to jump on you like that. Is... the Doctor around?”
Instead of answering the youngster started giggling, and the Doctor tried not to think of how much bone-wearying work had gone into creating the machine, just to be greeted with a new companion who was clearly an idiot.
Rose leaned forward and into view.
“Um, is everything OK?”
The bowtie took one look at her and sobered up immediately.
“Rose,” he said softly. “Hello. Long time no see.”
The Doctor’s mind did a back flip, and then landed again, seeing with new eyes.
“You... regenerated.”
“Oh yes,” bowtie!Doctor said, with immense satisfaction, and then his face split in a wide grin, pointing at the screen.
“Hang on, don’t go anywhere.”
He leaned around the monitor, so all they could see was a jacket-front (tweed - plus a white checkered shirt), and yelled “RIVER!” at the top of his voice, causing a sudden chill to enter the Doctor.
“She’s a terrible sleepyhead,” bowtie!Doctor said, returning to watch them happily, and the Doctor tried not to let his deep discomfort show. It was partly an instinctive reaction against seeing the future (although it wasn’t his future, but still) And partly the name River...
“Um listen, I need to talk to you. It’s... important. You see-”
Bowtie!Doctor frowned, and held up a finger.
“Wait - River! - Maybe I should ring the cloister bell... That ought to get her out of bed.”
“I need to warn you-” the Doctor started, but bowtie!Doctor laughed and a second later River Song herself appeared on the monitor, hair like a curly halo around her head, and a slinky, figure-hugging (there were no other words for it) silk kimono wrapped around her. (Was she naked under there? 51st Century attitudes. Yes that was it.)
“Look!” Bowtie!Doctor said and River blinked sleepily, before her eyes suddenly widened.
“Is that-”
Bowtie!Doctor nodded, grinning like a loon.
“Human-metacrisis-me from Pete’s World and-”
“Rose!” River exclaimed, clapping her hands together and looking like all her birthdays had come at once, before leaning forward.
“Hello Rose!” she cooed, “Oh this wonderful!”
Rose was looking rather adorably befuddled by now, and the Doctor wasn’t sure what to tell her. Every feeling he had regarding River was complicated and filled with guilt, and this happy River was miles and miles from the woman he had met...
She turned to bowtie!Doctor. “I used to play fairy godmother, you know... bring her little presents-”
“I got her a bike!” bowtie!Doctor said defensively, and River shook her head dismissively.
“I brought her girl-y presents! Like a make up set and a book about boys and-”
Rose was staring at the monitor, jaw dropping.
“That was you? But- but-” she looked from the Doctor and back to River again.
“But who are you?”
River’s face was suddenly that mixture of hurt and disbelief that the Doctor remembered far too well as she turned to him - and it was still horribly unpleasant. Like he was doing something wrong just by existing.
”You never told her about me?”
At this bowtie!Doctor stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around River’s middle and leaning his chin on her shoulder.
“That, My Dear, is because he doesn’t know who you are.”
“Well... who is she then?” the Doctor asked, a little curtly (‘My Dear’? My Dear? Inside parts of him were turning to ashes), and bowtie!Doctor tightened his hold.
“Well, it’s complicated,” he answered. “She was born to kill me, you see.”
The Doctor sighed, shooting Rose an apologetic look. “Her name is River Song. I... don’t know much.”
Rose still looked immensely puzzled, which wasn't surprising. And the Doctor couldn't help - all he knew was that River had died for him, so somewhere something was very wrong. He just didn't know what. He pulled a hand through his hair, frustrated. But nevermind - better get back to the reason he was calling in the first place.
“Doctor - we don't have long,and I need you to just listen. I called to warn you. About a week ago... something fell into our world.”
Bowtie!Doctor was paying attention now.
“Yes?”
“It was...” the Doctor paused for maximum effect, “a Dalek.”
Zero reaction. After a moment bowtie!Doctor leaned forward, prompting.
“And...”
“A new Dalek. Not one of those we fought in the Medusa cascade, but a newer, bigger breed.”
Bowtie!Doctor however just nodded.
“Well it would be one of them. I was there when- nevermind. They’re out there. I’m presuming that’s not all you wanted to tell me...”
The Doctor tried to stomp down on his disappointment, and shook his head gravely.
“Oh no. It tried to self-destruct, but since it was quite damaged it failed. I looked through the databanks and...”
The knowledge still made him pale.
“They were forging an Alliance against you, and they’re building-”
He didn’t get further as bowtie!Doctor yelped “Spoilers!” and threw his hands over River’s ears.
“Do you want to jeopardise the whole universe?” he asked crossly, and the Doctor closed his mouth angrily. Here he was, doing the impossible and calling across dimensions, a little bit of gratitude would have been nice...
Gingerly, and still scowling at the monitor, bowtie!Doctor removed his hands and unwrapped River from his arms, turning her towards him.
“You’ve not done the Pandorica yet, have you?”
She laughed.
“The Pandorica? That’s a fairy tale.”
Bowtie!Doctor smiled softly.
“Oh River, aren’t we all.”
Then he looked at the screen again, wagging a finger.
“Careless talk costs lives.”
The Doctor pressed his lips togther tightly. Was this how his other half lived now? There were too many lies by far, too many inconsistencies in words and interactions. He frowned, unhappy. There was something... off. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, something hiding behind bowtie!Doctor’s too-ready smile... He didn’t like it, but there was nothing he could do about less-than-brilliant regenerations a universe away.
“Sorry about that, I though I was helping." His voice might have been a little cutting, but he couldn't help it. "Anyway we only have a couple of minutes left before I have to close the link. Which, by the way, I found up and running already. Just thought you might like to know that. Don’t know why someone would want a link to the TARDIS at all times, but you seem to know what’s going on, so Rose and I will say our goodbyes...”
Bowtie!Doctor’s face fell a little.
“The link... yes. I’m afraid that was necessary. Like I said, it’s complicated...”
River put a hand on his arm.
“I’ll let you say goodbye in peace, Sweetie.”
She kissed bowtie!Doctor gently on the cheek and did a little wave to the screen.
“Goodbye you two. It was marvellous to see you, and Rose - I had all kinds of things I was going to tell you, but nevermind. Just look after him, OK?”
With that she turned and walked out of view; but as her footsteps faded bowtie!Doctor’s face changed, watching them with a sudden intensity.
“Um, thank you for going to...” he waved a hand around, “all the bother of calling. You shouldn’t have. No really.”
A sudden dark, bitter smile, and it was as if he abruptly aged several centuries in the span of a split second. In the Library the Doctor had scoffed at River’s assertion that he’d been young, but now... Heavens above, what had happened to his other self?
“Trust me, there is nothing you can do for me. Well except for... just be happy. Go dancing now and again and remember your old Doctor. Can you promise me that?”
The quiet pleading in his voice was lightyears away from the rather frivolous dismissiveness which had pervaded the conversation until now, and the faint alarm bells that had previously rung in the Doctor’s head were now almost deafening, as bowtie!Doctor busied himself with typing something or other.
“Of course,” the Doctor replied carefully. They had mere moments left, how could he get to the truth...
“Good!” The smile was back now. “And here I am, breaking Rule 27. Well, I’m breaking rules all over the place, what’s one more? And I think that’s my cue...”
And with that the screen went blank.
The Doctor stared at the dancing dots, trying to work out what had happened, but after a moment Rose slowly asked: “What... what rules? What was he talking about?”
Trust Rose to notice...
“Rule 27: Never knowingly be serious,” he replied abstractedly. Now he’d never know. Even if he could get the connection back up, bowtie!Doctor was not going to share. I shouldn’t make him feel quite so bitter... But what had he meant ‘breaking rules all over the place’? Something was very, very wrong...
“O... kay...” Rose said. “So... what kind of rules are they?”
He blinked and tried to focus.
“What? They’re my rules. Weeeell they’re more like guidelines, I suppose. I made them up.”
A frown, complete with pensive pout.
“You what?”
“Made up rules. For myself. I have... hundreds, really.”
Rose was now studying him with that unnerving look, the one where he felt that she was silently berating him for something, and he couldn’t work out what it might be. It happened less now, but...
“You have hundreds of rules? About what? Why’d you never tell me?”
Oh that was accusation, that was. He stared at her flummoxed, the main part of his brain still trying to puzzle out what was wrong with bowtie!Doctor, and the rest scrambling to work out what to say to Rose.
“I... dunno. There’s a lot of stuff in my head, didn’t occur to me that you’d want to know. It’s a bit like... temporal gravity fluxes. You don’t want to hear about them, do you?”
And there came the hurt look. But really, she’d want to start with Rule 1, and then where would he be? He could lie about it, he supposed, which would be nicely ironic...
Sighing he reached out and cut off the static snowstorm, but then - as he was about to switch off the whole unit - noticed a new symbol on the screen; the swirly Gallifreyan writing making his heart hurt with longing.
“Rule 7,” he said softly, “He must have sent it...”
Hands almost shaking (explanation - it had to be an explanation) he carefully tapped the keyboard, and the screencapture unfurled.
To the right was a picture of bowtie!Doctor and on the left...
“The Doctor”, Rose slowly read out loud, “Death Date: 22/04/2011, Time: 5:02pm, Location...”
Her voice trailed off, horrified, but the Doctor wasn’t paying attention.
Everything was suddenly slotting into place, the whole situation crystal clear and oh, it all made sense... A terrible, awful sense.
(’Trust me, there is nothing you can do for me.’)
Reaching out he pulled Rose towards him, holding her so tight that she began complaining and wriggling out of his grasp, and he had to turn to her as she repeated his name.
“Doctor! What was it you said? Rule 7? What is it?”
He watched her for a long moment, then turned and looked at the screen, and the numbers on it. Date, time, place...
“Never run when you’re scared.”
Title: Calling the TARDIS (redux)
Setting: S6, between 'The Girl Who Waited' and 'Closing Time' (the years when the Doctor travelled without the Ponds)
Summary: TenToo and Rose call the TARDIS.
Characters: TenToo, Rose, Eleven, River.
Spoilers: S6
Rating: PG-13.
Word count: 2200 words approx
Genre: Angst, crack!fic, fluff
Auther’s Notes: Um, this is (quite literally) angsty crack. Very much focussed on the story/themes of S6.
“Doctor...”
“It’s going to work! Just... watch me!”
A brief pause as she obviously tried very hard not to mention that he’d been working on this for a week and that so far all he’d done was create several ugly marks on the walls and ceiling of his ‘study’ when things had exploded a little bit. He took a deep breath.
“Just because it hasn’t worked until now doesn’t mean that I can’t still make it work. And I need to!”
He could almost feel her unspoken arguments, which was a bit disheartening, but what she said was:
“Well, give me a shout when you’re done. Or, just come to bed, yeah? I’m sure you’ll work it out tomorrow...”
Which was what she’d said every day for the past week, ever since... Ever since it had become vitally important to try to contact his other self. Good old Rose though - she’d keep the flag flying, even if everyone else gave up.
And then suddenly the unit sprang to life.
“Rose! Rose! Look! What did I say?”
She turned in the bedroom door and ran back to him, throwing her arms around his shoulders and kissing him soundly.
“Well done you!”
“Now all I need is to lock onto the TARDIS somehow, which...” He dragged a hand through his hair, “...might be tricky.”
Gently she turned his face towards her.
“One hour. And then bed. Deal?”
He dipped his head. Stupid human body which needed so much sleep...
“Deal.”
Finding a route to the TARDIS proved much, much easier than he’d expected however...
Heart beating (and he still wasn’t used to the singular), he pressed the button that should hopefully make the vid-link work across dimensions.
For a long while there was only static, but then (he hardly dared believe it - although... he was brilliant!) the screen flickered, and after a moment’s fuzziness a face appeared.
It was a young face, with a floppy fringe on top and a bowtie below, which looked at him with surprise writ large on its face.
“Hello,” the young man said, blinking. “Well this is unexpected.”
The Doctor pulled an apologetic face.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to jump on you like that. Is... the Doctor around?”
Instead of answering the youngster started giggling, and the Doctor tried not to think of how much bone-wearying work had gone into creating the machine, just to be greeted with a new companion who was clearly an idiot.
Rose leaned forward and into view.
“Um, is everything OK?”
The bowtie took one look at her and sobered up immediately.
“Rose,” he said softly. “Hello. Long time no see.”
The Doctor’s mind did a back flip, and then landed again, seeing with new eyes.
“You... regenerated.”
“Oh yes,” bowtie!Doctor said, with immense satisfaction, and then his face split in a wide grin, pointing at the screen.
“Hang on, don’t go anywhere.”
He leaned around the monitor, so all they could see was a jacket-front (tweed - plus a white checkered shirt), and yelled “RIVER!” at the top of his voice, causing a sudden chill to enter the Doctor.
“She’s a terrible sleepyhead,” bowtie!Doctor said, returning to watch them happily, and the Doctor tried not to let his deep discomfort show. It was partly an instinctive reaction against seeing the future (although it wasn’t his future, but still) And partly the name River...
“Um listen, I need to talk to you. It’s... important. You see-”
Bowtie!Doctor frowned, and held up a finger.
“Wait - River! - Maybe I should ring the cloister bell... That ought to get her out of bed.”
“I need to warn you-” the Doctor started, but bowtie!Doctor laughed and a second later River Song herself appeared on the monitor, hair like a curly halo around her head, and a slinky, figure-hugging (there were no other words for it) silk kimono wrapped around her. (Was she naked under there? 51st Century attitudes. Yes that was it.)
“Look!” Bowtie!Doctor said and River blinked sleepily, before her eyes suddenly widened.
“Is that-”
Bowtie!Doctor nodded, grinning like a loon.
“Human-metacrisis-me from Pete’s World and-”
“Rose!” River exclaimed, clapping her hands together and looking like all her birthdays had come at once, before leaning forward.
“Hello Rose!” she cooed, “Oh this wonderful!”
Rose was looking rather adorably befuddled by now, and the Doctor wasn’t sure what to tell her. Every feeling he had regarding River was complicated and filled with guilt, and this happy River was miles and miles from the woman he had met...
She turned to bowtie!Doctor. “I used to play fairy godmother, you know... bring her little presents-”
“I got her a bike!” bowtie!Doctor said defensively, and River shook her head dismissively.
“I brought her girl-y presents! Like a make up set and a book about boys and-”
Rose was staring at the monitor, jaw dropping.
“That was you? But- but-” she looked from the Doctor and back to River again.
“But who are you?”
River’s face was suddenly that mixture of hurt and disbelief that the Doctor remembered far too well as she turned to him - and it was still horribly unpleasant. Like he was doing something wrong just by existing.
”You never told her about me?”
At this bowtie!Doctor stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around River’s middle and leaning his chin on her shoulder.
“That, My Dear, is because he doesn’t know who you are.”
“Well... who is she then?” the Doctor asked, a little curtly (‘My Dear’? My Dear? Inside parts of him were turning to ashes), and bowtie!Doctor tightened his hold.
“Well, it’s complicated,” he answered. “She was born to kill me, you see.”
The Doctor sighed, shooting Rose an apologetic look. “Her name is River Song. I... don’t know much.”
Rose still looked immensely puzzled, which wasn't surprising. And the Doctor couldn't help - all he knew was that River had died for him, so somewhere something was very wrong. He just didn't know what. He pulled a hand through his hair, frustrated. But nevermind - better get back to the reason he was calling in the first place.
“Doctor - we don't have long,and I need you to just listen. I called to warn you. About a week ago... something fell into our world.”
Bowtie!Doctor was paying attention now.
“Yes?”
“It was...” the Doctor paused for maximum effect, “a Dalek.”
Zero reaction. After a moment bowtie!Doctor leaned forward, prompting.
“And...”
“A new Dalek. Not one of those we fought in the Medusa cascade, but a newer, bigger breed.”
Bowtie!Doctor however just nodded.
“Well it would be one of them. I was there when- nevermind. They’re out there. I’m presuming that’s not all you wanted to tell me...”
The Doctor tried to stomp down on his disappointment, and shook his head gravely.
“Oh no. It tried to self-destruct, but since it was quite damaged it failed. I looked through the databanks and...”
The knowledge still made him pale.
“They were forging an Alliance against you, and they’re building-”
He didn’t get further as bowtie!Doctor yelped “Spoilers!” and threw his hands over River’s ears.
“Do you want to jeopardise the whole universe?” he asked crossly, and the Doctor closed his mouth angrily. Here he was, doing the impossible and calling across dimensions, a little bit of gratitude would have been nice...
Gingerly, and still scowling at the monitor, bowtie!Doctor removed his hands and unwrapped River from his arms, turning her towards him.
“You’ve not done the Pandorica yet, have you?”
She laughed.
“The Pandorica? That’s a fairy tale.”
Bowtie!Doctor smiled softly.
“Oh River, aren’t we all.”
Then he looked at the screen again, wagging a finger.
“Careless talk costs lives.”
The Doctor pressed his lips togther tightly. Was this how his other half lived now? There were too many lies by far, too many inconsistencies in words and interactions. He frowned, unhappy. There was something... off. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, something hiding behind bowtie!Doctor’s too-ready smile... He didn’t like it, but there was nothing he could do about less-than-brilliant regenerations a universe away.
“Sorry about that, I though I was helping." His voice might have been a little cutting, but he couldn't help it. "Anyway we only have a couple of minutes left before I have to close the link. Which, by the way, I found up and running already. Just thought you might like to know that. Don’t know why someone would want a link to the TARDIS at all times, but you seem to know what’s going on, so Rose and I will say our goodbyes...”
Bowtie!Doctor’s face fell a little.
“The link... yes. I’m afraid that was necessary. Like I said, it’s complicated...”
River put a hand on his arm.
“I’ll let you say goodbye in peace, Sweetie.”
She kissed bowtie!Doctor gently on the cheek and did a little wave to the screen.
“Goodbye you two. It was marvellous to see you, and Rose - I had all kinds of things I was going to tell you, but nevermind. Just look after him, OK?”
With that she turned and walked out of view; but as her footsteps faded bowtie!Doctor’s face changed, watching them with a sudden intensity.
“Um, thank you for going to...” he waved a hand around, “all the bother of calling. You shouldn’t have. No really.”
A sudden dark, bitter smile, and it was as if he abruptly aged several centuries in the span of a split second. In the Library the Doctor had scoffed at River’s assertion that he’d been young, but now... Heavens above, what had happened to his other self?
“Trust me, there is nothing you can do for me. Well except for... just be happy. Go dancing now and again and remember your old Doctor. Can you promise me that?”
The quiet pleading in his voice was lightyears away from the rather frivolous dismissiveness which had pervaded the conversation until now, and the faint alarm bells that had previously rung in the Doctor’s head were now almost deafening, as bowtie!Doctor busied himself with typing something or other.
“Of course,” the Doctor replied carefully. They had mere moments left, how could he get to the truth...
“Good!” The smile was back now. “And here I am, breaking Rule 27. Well, I’m breaking rules all over the place, what’s one more? And I think that’s my cue...”
And with that the screen went blank.
The Doctor stared at the dancing dots, trying to work out what had happened, but after a moment Rose slowly asked: “What... what rules? What was he talking about?”
Trust Rose to notice...
“Rule 27: Never knowingly be serious,” he replied abstractedly. Now he’d never know. Even if he could get the connection back up, bowtie!Doctor was not going to share. I shouldn’t make him feel quite so bitter... But what had he meant ‘breaking rules all over the place’? Something was very, very wrong...
“O... kay...” Rose said. “So... what kind of rules are they?”
He blinked and tried to focus.
“What? They’re my rules. Weeeell they’re more like guidelines, I suppose. I made them up.”
A frown, complete with pensive pout.
“You what?”
“Made up rules. For myself. I have... hundreds, really.”
Rose was now studying him with that unnerving look, the one where he felt that she was silently berating him for something, and he couldn’t work out what it might be. It happened less now, but...
“You have hundreds of rules? About what? Why’d you never tell me?”
Oh that was accusation, that was. He stared at her flummoxed, the main part of his brain still trying to puzzle out what was wrong with bowtie!Doctor, and the rest scrambling to work out what to say to Rose.
“I... dunno. There’s a lot of stuff in my head, didn’t occur to me that you’d want to know. It’s a bit like... temporal gravity fluxes. You don’t want to hear about them, do you?”
And there came the hurt look. But really, she’d want to start with Rule 1, and then where would he be? He could lie about it, he supposed, which would be nicely ironic...
Sighing he reached out and cut off the static snowstorm, but then - as he was about to switch off the whole unit - noticed a new symbol on the screen; the swirly Gallifreyan writing making his heart hurt with longing.
“Rule 7,” he said softly, “He must have sent it...”
Hands almost shaking (explanation - it had to be an explanation) he carefully tapped the keyboard, and the screencapture unfurled.
To the right was a picture of bowtie!Doctor and on the left...
“The Doctor”, Rose slowly read out loud, “Death Date: 22/04/2011, Time: 5:02pm, Location...”
Her voice trailed off, horrified, but the Doctor wasn’t paying attention.
Everything was suddenly slotting into place, the whole situation crystal clear and oh, it all made sense... A terrible, awful sense.
(’Trust me, there is nothing you can do for me.’)
Reaching out he pulled Rose towards him, holding her so tight that she began complaining and wriggling out of his grasp, and he had to turn to her as she repeated his name.
“Doctor! What was it you said? Rule 7? What is it?”
He watched her for a long moment, then turned and looked at the screen, and the numbers on it. Date, time, place...
“Never run when you’re scared.”
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