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Fic: The Death and Life of Rodageitmososa. Next Time Preview
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Title/Summary: The Death and Life of Rodageitmososa.
Summary: Roda knew, at that very moment, that she was going to die.
Authors:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
luckweaver (aka the_redjay - they changed their name) & ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
elisi.
Warnings: Character death, grievous injuries.
Setting: Between 'Day of the Doctor' and 'Time of the Doctor'. AU 'verse. Set post-A Good Day and [immediately] post-Galimaufrey.
Spoilers: Day of the Doctor, A Good Day, Galimaufrey.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: The Seeker (OC), Roda (OC), the Doctor, Clara, the Master (original/author-created), Jack.
Preview
Roda sat in the Medusa Cascade for a long time; he lost track of how long. More than once he fell asleep, his head resting against the open door frame and only the forcefield around his TARDIS keeping him from tumbling into the endless black. The old girl had been possessive when Roda had returned to him, after a couple of days helping the Seeker with the body double, and the less than pleasant task of wiping one of his closest friend’s mind. He’d spent a few more nights with the Seeker as a sort of recompense for asking the impossible of him.
It wasn’t quite as though this regeneration of his minded being blunt and selfish, he realised with a bitter smile, but that didn’t mean he was entirely proud of himself.
The first thing he’d done after kissing the Seeker goodbye was return to Cardiff and make a beeline for his TARDIS. (Well, after going back in time and lifting Jack’s vortex manipulator from where it had been left in the grass on the Seeker’s planet. He’d taken the Seeker’s perception filter bracelet, too; a pretty little thing, that he knew the Seeker no longer used. It would probably come in handy at some point.) Either Jack hadn’t managed to find her, or the TARDIS hadn’t let him in; she’d been exactly where Roda had left her, and the Seeker had found her.
The door had opened before Roda even touched it and if Roda had thought the Seeker was relieved to have brought him back to life, the TARDIS was beyond ecstatic. Roda wasn’t going to be able to leave for days and honestly, he didn’t think he wanted to. Nearly two thousand years together… no wonder the old girl was hurting.
It had taken some convincing, but his TARDIS, too, had finally consented to the next part of Roda’s plan. He’d been modifying his TARDIS since the first day he left Gallifrey, but making it untraceable had been his biggest challenge. He was going to be making little repairs for his sins for a while, but it was worth it. If he was going to fake his death, and fake it properly, so that not even his closest friends could find him, then he had to be untraceable. For once being severed from the Matrix had come in handy; if no one in Gallifrey knew he had left the Time Lock - or whatever it turned out had happened - then they would assume he had died in the War.
And even if they didn’t, no one would be looking for a Time Lord. His regeneration couldn’t have gone any less smooth but it couldn’t have been better timed, either.
Not that there were many people who would question he was dead. The Seeker might - he, if no one else, knew exactly how many regenerations he had left - but he would believe his own eyes. The Doctor would struggle with the self-imposed guilt of having argued with her right before the fall. It was Jack that Roda felt the worst about misleading; after two hundred years of working and sleeping together, losing another friend to ‘Torchwood’ was worse than he deserved. And Roda realised with heavy hearts that he would miss Jack, the most. The Master, Roda supposed, would probably be too delighted by the news of her death to question his good fortune and as for Rassilon, there was no guarantee the Lord President would survive the War.
That was a worry for a much later date, but a serious one, all the same. There was a lot of work to be done, and it was going to be damn near impossible to preserve his/her timeline in the process. Roda wasn’t sure quite where he was going to start - he would have to start planning, like the Seeker always did. The thought made him grimace - but he knew for sure that it was going to take him a very, very long time...
Cold Open | Act One | Act Two | Act Three | Act Four
Title/Summary: The Death and Life of Rodageitmososa.
Summary: Roda knew, at that very moment, that she was going to die.
Authors:
luckweaver (aka the_redjay - they changed their name) & elisi.Warnings: Character death, grievous injuries.
Setting: Between 'Day of the Doctor' and 'Time of the Doctor'. AU 'verse. Set post-A Good Day and [immediately] post-Galimaufrey.
Spoilers: Day of the Doctor, A Good Day, Galimaufrey.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: The Seeker (OC), Roda (OC), the Doctor, Clara, the Master (original/author-created), Jack.
Roda sat in the Medusa Cascade for a long time; he lost track of how long. More than once he fell asleep, his head resting against the open door frame and only the forcefield around his TARDIS keeping him from tumbling into the endless black. The old girl had been possessive when Roda had returned to him, after a couple of days helping the Seeker with the body double, and the less than pleasant task of wiping one of his closest friend’s mind. He’d spent a few more nights with the Seeker as a sort of recompense for asking the impossible of him.
It wasn’t quite as though this regeneration of his minded being blunt and selfish, he realised with a bitter smile, but that didn’t mean he was entirely proud of himself.
The first thing he’d done after kissing the Seeker goodbye was return to Cardiff and make a beeline for his TARDIS. (Well, after going back in time and lifting Jack’s vortex manipulator from where it had been left in the grass on the Seeker’s planet. He’d taken the Seeker’s perception filter bracelet, too; a pretty little thing, that he knew the Seeker no longer used. It would probably come in handy at some point.) Either Jack hadn’t managed to find her, or the TARDIS hadn’t let him in; she’d been exactly where Roda had left her, and the Seeker had found her.
The door had opened before Roda even touched it and if Roda had thought the Seeker was relieved to have brought him back to life, the TARDIS was beyond ecstatic. Roda wasn’t going to be able to leave for days and honestly, he didn’t think he wanted to. Nearly two thousand years together… no wonder the old girl was hurting.
It had taken some convincing, but his TARDIS, too, had finally consented to the next part of Roda’s plan. He’d been modifying his TARDIS since the first day he left Gallifrey, but making it untraceable had been his biggest challenge. He was going to be making little repairs for his sins for a while, but it was worth it. If he was going to fake his death, and fake it properly, so that not even his closest friends could find him, then he had to be untraceable. For once being severed from the Matrix had come in handy; if no one in Gallifrey knew he had left the Time Lock - or whatever it turned out had happened - then they would assume he had died in the War.
And even if they didn’t, no one would be looking for a Time Lord. His regeneration couldn’t have gone any less smooth but it couldn’t have been better timed, either.
Not that there were many people who would question he was dead. The Seeker might - he, if no one else, knew exactly how many regenerations he had left - but he would believe his own eyes. The Doctor would struggle with the self-imposed guilt of having argued with her right before the fall. It was Jack that Roda felt the worst about misleading; after two hundred years of working and sleeping together, losing another friend to ‘Torchwood’ was worse than he deserved. And Roda realised with heavy hearts that he would miss Jack, the most. The Master, Roda supposed, would probably be too delighted by the news of her death to question his good fortune and as for Rassilon, there was no guarantee the Lord President would survive the War.
That was a worry for a much later date, but a serious one, all the same. There was a lot of work to be done, and it was going to be damn near impossible to preserve his/her timeline in the process. Roda wasn’t sure quite where he was going to start - he would have to start planning, like the Seeker always did. The thought made him grimace - but he knew for sure that it was going to take him a very, very long time...
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In my head, it's all linear. Honestly.
(But then I find it fairly easy to get my head around the Doctor/River timeline, as well as Jack's.)
ETA: I have... a lot of stuff already planned out for the Seeker's 4th regeneration. And there's stuff that played out in A Good Day that was set up in Dating.
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