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Fic: Alien Abduction. Prologue.
Clearly I have gone insane, but I suddenly wanted to get back to this fic. It's another one in my Not the Last 'verse, and one I've actually had worked out for ages and ages. I even have a rough draft. And yet I for some reason started writing, and posting, 'Dating the Cleverest Boy in the World'... (I'll get back to that one, promise. This one's just a bit more manageable.) Anyway, it's set two years before 'Dating' and centers around Alex, Matt and Josh. You're only getting the prologue today, what with me being rushed off my feet, but more might come after Christmas.
Master list for the whole 'verse here.
Summary: This story begins with abduction and ends with waffles. In between there's some adventuring and some heartache and a fair few truths are revealed.
Setting: 2023 (Alex is 16).
Characters: The Doctor (Tenth), the Master (Simm), Lucy, Jack, OCs (Alex, Matt, Josh)
Rating: PG-13.
Word count: 500+
Prologue
August 2023
The Doctor and the Master were woken at the precise same moment by a piercing mental scream.
‘Dad!’
They met by the TARDIS console, eyes wide and terrified, speaking without words.
‘Did you hear it too?’
‘Yes.’
Where was he - their boy? In a second the Doctor had dialled Jack’s number, both of them listening impatiently while it rang.
The Seeker had decided that he wanted to go camping with his two best friends over the summer holidays, and had somehow - despite the fact that they were all just barely sixteen - been granted permission. Jack had offered to help out since he knew plenty of interesting spots around Wales, and so acted as chauffeur when they wanted to move on.
Finally Jack picked up his phone, but his complaints about being woken at 3 am were quickly silenced, as the Doctor asked where he had last dropped the boys off. And... had anything happened to the Rift?
There was a short pause - impossible to wait through - and then Jack was back with a negative reply: None of his equipment had registered anything. Nothing out of the ordinary at least, and certainly no Rift activity.
The Timelords breathed a sigh of relief, before demanding the co-ordinates for where the boys had settled for the night, which Jack swiftly rattled off.
“I’ll meet you there,” he finished, but - knowing that Jack only had a car for transport - the Doctor ignored this and rang off, before swiftly and carefully programming the TARDIS.
Seconds later he and the Master stood in a dark, grassy valley next to a bright orange tent - which was empty. Then Jack materialised next to them and the Doctor frowned... he distinctly remembered immobilising the teleportation unit, but that particular how and when were questions for another time.
Inspecting the tent, there was no sign of a struggle - just an absence where there had obviously only moments before been three boys; the sleeping bags were still warm.
They could also sense some background radiation which told them nothing.
The Doctor had a terrible, almost paralysing feeling of deja vu - of being nearly broken in half by loss and fear, combined with a rising anger... Looking up, he saw all this and more mirrored on the Master’s face. And it struck him that the other had never experienced this before, had never cared for anyone more than himself until the child had been born. How would he react?
The Master caught his eyes and finally spoke, voice toneless and tightly controlled.
“I will find them. I will get him back, and then I will kill Every. Last. One of them!”
The unspoken words hanging in the air: ‘And don’t you dare stop me!’
The Doctor looked back, nodding almost imperceptibly, before replying.
“One thing at a time, Master.”
He turned to Jack, and saw him carefully loading his gun. When finished Jack looked up, his face a mask as he caught the Master’s eyes.
“Never thought I’d say this, but - you have my vote, Mr Saxon.”
The Master silently acknowledged Jack’s words, and they all three walked back to the TARDIS, ready to tear the universe apart to find the one who had been stolen from them.
Chapter 1.
Master list for the whole 'verse here.
Summary: This story begins with abduction and ends with waffles. In between there's some adventuring and some heartache and a fair few truths are revealed.
Setting: 2023 (Alex is 16).
Characters: The Doctor (Tenth), the Master (Simm), Lucy, Jack, OCs (Alex, Matt, Josh)
Rating: PG-13.
Word count: 500+
August 2023
The Doctor and the Master were woken at the precise same moment by a piercing mental scream.
‘Dad!’
They met by the TARDIS console, eyes wide and terrified, speaking without words.
‘Did you hear it too?’
‘Yes.’
Where was he - their boy? In a second the Doctor had dialled Jack’s number, both of them listening impatiently while it rang.
The Seeker had decided that he wanted to go camping with his two best friends over the summer holidays, and had somehow - despite the fact that they were all just barely sixteen - been granted permission. Jack had offered to help out since he knew plenty of interesting spots around Wales, and so acted as chauffeur when they wanted to move on.
Finally Jack picked up his phone, but his complaints about being woken at 3 am were quickly silenced, as the Doctor asked where he had last dropped the boys off. And... had anything happened to the Rift?
There was a short pause - impossible to wait through - and then Jack was back with a negative reply: None of his equipment had registered anything. Nothing out of the ordinary at least, and certainly no Rift activity.
The Timelords breathed a sigh of relief, before demanding the co-ordinates for where the boys had settled for the night, which Jack swiftly rattled off.
“I’ll meet you there,” he finished, but - knowing that Jack only had a car for transport - the Doctor ignored this and rang off, before swiftly and carefully programming the TARDIS.
Seconds later he and the Master stood in a dark, grassy valley next to a bright orange tent - which was empty. Then Jack materialised next to them and the Doctor frowned... he distinctly remembered immobilising the teleportation unit, but that particular how and when were questions for another time.
Inspecting the tent, there was no sign of a struggle - just an absence where there had obviously only moments before been three boys; the sleeping bags were still warm.
They could also sense some background radiation which told them nothing.
The Doctor had a terrible, almost paralysing feeling of deja vu - of being nearly broken in half by loss and fear, combined with a rising anger... Looking up, he saw all this and more mirrored on the Master’s face. And it struck him that the other had never experienced this before, had never cared for anyone more than himself until the child had been born. How would he react?
The Master caught his eyes and finally spoke, voice toneless and tightly controlled.
“I will find them. I will get him back, and then I will kill Every. Last. One of them!”
The unspoken words hanging in the air: ‘And don’t you dare stop me!’
The Doctor looked back, nodding almost imperceptibly, before replying.
“One thing at a time, Master.”
He turned to Jack, and saw him carefully loading his gun. When finished Jack looked up, his face a mask as he caught the Master’s eyes.
“Never thought I’d say this, but - you have my vote, Mr Saxon.”
The Master silently acknowledged Jack’s words, and they all three walked back to the TARDIS, ready to tear the universe apart to find the one who had been stolen from them.
Chapter 1.
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Also I saw the word waffles, Roda growled at me...
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Did I mention the waffles? Everything will be FINE! *sends you Eleventh Doctor look* (I totally blame you for suddenly writing this btw! *g* Actually, I'm probably feeling guilty subconsciously for my CoE fic...)
However, that last line of Jack's is exquisitely fantastic 8D
*beams* If the Doctor had been in a philosophical mood at the end there, he'd have pondered the way love was an incredible unifier. (And also, of course, a very scary thing, because of how powerful it is.)
Also I saw the word waffles, Roda growled at me...
*laughs* That took me a minute, but now I'm chuckling. Sorry, Alex loves waffles!
Plus, your icon is intriguing.
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Blame I will willingly accept! ;D Incidentally, I'm also wanting to write more of Roda and Alex for some reason... Or Roda period. Congrats, you re-awoke my muse!
Plus, your icon is intriguing.
It's an icon for a long fic of mine called Coming of Age... The last chapter of which I should finish but I've lost the muse for it, it's been a year since it was started *fail*
edit: found the icon post, with the cover art
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Oh that pleases me very much! :)
It's an icon for a long fic of mine called Coming of Age... The last chapter of which I should finish but I've lost the muse for it, it's been a year since it was started *fail*
Only a year? I've had stuff running for much longer! And thanks for the link - it's very shiny indeed.