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TW fic: Children of (another) Earth. AU. 3/5
Alex POV today, in case the icon didn't give it away. It's tricky writing a 2 y.o., though. I hope I pulled it off... (Did I mention that I love feedback?)
Previously: Day One (includes notes on what this thing is) and Day Two.
Setting: The five days of 'Children of Earth', but in a parallel universe.
Summary: What would have happened if the 456 came to Alex's world. A re-write, not a fix-it.
Rating: 15.
Word count (this chapter): 880 words
Characters: Lucy, Jack, Sarah Jane, Johnson, Alice, Steven, Dekker, OC (Alex).
Day Three
Alex isn’t very fond of cars. They’re slow, and cramped, and boring, and they only move in two dimensions.
But he can tell that Mummy is really worried, so he’s not saying anything as London recedes and countryside takes over. Mummy has packed the car full of things and clothes, but all she’s said is that they’re going somewhere ‘safer’.
It’s only as a group of ugly, army-style buildings come into view that he suddenly begins to feel worried.
“Mummy?” he asks, and she answers with a distracted “Mmmm?”
“Mummy I don’t like it!”
“Don’t like what?” she asks, sending him a look in the mirror, and he points to the buildings they’re now headed towards.
“That place! Mummy! Stop!”
Worry makes her frown, and she stops, then turns around in her seat.
“Alexander, what is it?”
“Jack.”
She looks surprised.
“Jack is here?”
“He came back here.”
“What do you mean? Back from where?”
Mummy looks confused, and he gets frustrated at his inability to communicate. Jack is difficult to talk about, because Jack just is, and English is very tricky because humans only think in linear time, and don’t have the right words to describe things.
“Jack- Jack was dead and then he was alive. Here. And it was... really big.”
He can still remember Daddy killing Jack – not very clearly, it’s true, but the general impression has stayed with him. The way reality had remade itself, snapping Jack back into being, and he had felt it.
That feeling is here too, but so much bigger. The echoes of the energy are all around, and he wonders what happened to Jack, that he needed so much energy to reassemble. He doesn’t like it. It feels wrong. And scary.
"Is Jack here now?"
Alex tries to concentrate, and slowly shakes his head. "I don't think so. It’s a bad place."
Mummy looks very serious.
"Alexander. There are aliens out there, using children to broadcast their messages. No one I can talk to will tell me anything at all. Torchwood is gone, and Jack has disappeared, and I can't get through to Daddy and the Doctor. This is the safest place I could find. I need to keep you safe, do you understand? Please Alexander - just be quiet and don't say anything. I need them to think that you're just an ordinary boy."
"But - it's not safe. Mummy, it's not."
"Please Alex, just do as you're told. Nowhere is safe right now."
Then Mummy takes a deep breath and starts the car again, and Alex doesn't know what to do because he can't describe what he feels - it’s like time itself is drawing in, little streams going downhill and joining together, and soon they'll all come together in a large river, sweeping everything away. He wants the Doctor - because the Doctor always saves the day. Sometimes he’s just a little late, Alex knows, and he wishes the Doctor would hurry up.
They drive up to the building, and Mummy talks to a soldier with a big gun, and then to an unfriendly-looking lady. Alex can't hear what they're saying, because Mummy left him in the car, and he wishes the Toclafane were still around because they would have kept him company. But they're all gone.
Finally Mummy and the lady stop talking, and they can go in. They get a bare little room with only two beds and nothing else, and he has to fight very hard not to start crying, because all he wants is to go home. The building is horrible. The walls are full of screams and fear, and he once more wonders what happened to Uncle Jack, and why he's not here anymore.
Later that day he discovers that there's another boy there - a bigger boy, he looks like he's about ten - and the boy’s mummy, but they're locked up, and no one will explain why. No one explains anything, full stop, and it makes everything even more frustrating.
When he's put to bed that night Alex hugs Igglepiggle tightly, trying to block out the scary things that are all around him (inside his head, crowding all his senses; a feeling of terror that he can't explain) and pretends that he's all alone in the middle of the ocean, in a boat, no bigger than his hand...
But it doesn’t work. It's not just the things that have happened - he has an overwhelming sense of dread, a feeling that something horrible is going to happen here and that he and Mummy should leave. The streams in his head are running faster, gathering pace. He remembers catching the other boy's eyes, and for just a moment he couldn't move, feeling like he was drowning.
He wishes Daddy was here, because Daddy laughs at fear and terror and pain, and they’d all have to run away because Daddy is scarier than them.
Also - and he thinks this very, very quietly - he knows that Daddy would stop time drawing together if Alex asked. Because Daddy is a Time Lord and he says he has the right to change time, even if the Doctor thinks it's wrong.
Alex is a Time Lord too, of course, but he's much too small to change anything at all...
Day Four.
Previously: Day One (includes notes on what this thing is) and Day Two.
Setting: The five days of 'Children of Earth', but in a parallel universe.
Summary: What would have happened if the 456 came to Alex's world. A re-write, not a fix-it.
Rating: 15.
Word count (this chapter): 880 words
Characters: Lucy, Jack, Sarah Jane, Johnson, Alice, Steven, Dekker, OC (Alex).
Day Three
Alex isn’t very fond of cars. They’re slow, and cramped, and boring, and they only move in two dimensions.
But he can tell that Mummy is really worried, so he’s not saying anything as London recedes and countryside takes over. Mummy has packed the car full of things and clothes, but all she’s said is that they’re going somewhere ‘safer’.
It’s only as a group of ugly, army-style buildings come into view that he suddenly begins to feel worried.
“Mummy?” he asks, and she answers with a distracted “Mmmm?”
“Mummy I don’t like it!”
“Don’t like what?” she asks, sending him a look in the mirror, and he points to the buildings they’re now headed towards.
“That place! Mummy! Stop!”
Worry makes her frown, and she stops, then turns around in her seat.
“Alexander, what is it?”
“Jack.”
She looks surprised.
“Jack is here?”
“He came back here.”
“What do you mean? Back from where?”
Mummy looks confused, and he gets frustrated at his inability to communicate. Jack is difficult to talk about, because Jack just is, and English is very tricky because humans only think in linear time, and don’t have the right words to describe things.
“Jack- Jack was dead and then he was alive. Here. And it was... really big.”
He can still remember Daddy killing Jack – not very clearly, it’s true, but the general impression has stayed with him. The way reality had remade itself, snapping Jack back into being, and he had felt it.
That feeling is here too, but so much bigger. The echoes of the energy are all around, and he wonders what happened to Jack, that he needed so much energy to reassemble. He doesn’t like it. It feels wrong. And scary.
"Is Jack here now?"
Alex tries to concentrate, and slowly shakes his head. "I don't think so. It’s a bad place."
Mummy looks very serious.
"Alexander. There are aliens out there, using children to broadcast their messages. No one I can talk to will tell me anything at all. Torchwood is gone, and Jack has disappeared, and I can't get through to Daddy and the Doctor. This is the safest place I could find. I need to keep you safe, do you understand? Please Alexander - just be quiet and don't say anything. I need them to think that you're just an ordinary boy."
"But - it's not safe. Mummy, it's not."
"Please Alex, just do as you're told. Nowhere is safe right now."
Then Mummy takes a deep breath and starts the car again, and Alex doesn't know what to do because he can't describe what he feels - it’s like time itself is drawing in, little streams going downhill and joining together, and soon they'll all come together in a large river, sweeping everything away. He wants the Doctor - because the Doctor always saves the day. Sometimes he’s just a little late, Alex knows, and he wishes the Doctor would hurry up.
They drive up to the building, and Mummy talks to a soldier with a big gun, and then to an unfriendly-looking lady. Alex can't hear what they're saying, because Mummy left him in the car, and he wishes the Toclafane were still around because they would have kept him company. But they're all gone.
Finally Mummy and the lady stop talking, and they can go in. They get a bare little room with only two beds and nothing else, and he has to fight very hard not to start crying, because all he wants is to go home. The building is horrible. The walls are full of screams and fear, and he once more wonders what happened to Uncle Jack, and why he's not here anymore.
Later that day he discovers that there's another boy there - a bigger boy, he looks like he's about ten - and the boy’s mummy, but they're locked up, and no one will explain why. No one explains anything, full stop, and it makes everything even more frustrating.
When he's put to bed that night Alex hugs Igglepiggle tightly, trying to block out the scary things that are all around him (inside his head, crowding all his senses; a feeling of terror that he can't explain) and pretends that he's all alone in the middle of the ocean, in a boat, no bigger than his hand...
But it doesn’t work. It's not just the things that have happened - he has an overwhelming sense of dread, a feeling that something horrible is going to happen here and that he and Mummy should leave. The streams in his head are running faster, gathering pace. He remembers catching the other boy's eyes, and for just a moment he couldn't move, feeling like he was drowning.
He wishes Daddy was here, because Daddy laughs at fear and terror and pain, and they’d all have to run away because Daddy is scarier than them.
Also - and he thinks this very, very quietly - he knows that Daddy would stop time drawing together if Alex asked. Because Daddy is a Time Lord and he says he has the right to change time, even if the Doctor thinks it's wrong.
Alex is a Time Lord too, of course, but he's much too small to change anything at all...
Day Four.