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Fic: Alien Abduction. Interlude.
It is beyond strange posting this, since I've had it sat around for so long... Especially since in a lot of cases canon has now made the same points that I do. Ah well, this bit's short and all introspection.
Prologue | Chapter 1
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: 800 words.
Feedback: Pretty please?
Interlude.
The starscape spread out before them, the Seeker was as usual reduced to silent awe. He knew they ought to get out of there, but he felt that he couldn’t deny his friends their first proper look at the universe.
And as he stood there, observing his friends’ wonder, he suddenly understood why the Doctor always found himself new companions, never mind the pain. It meant seeing the world anew through their eyes, over and over and over again. He heard them beginning to talk - arranging the stars into their world, trying to make the endlessness fit into maps and diagrams, because they could only ever grasp it in bits.
Of course they only saw the history of the universe, the light as it had been millions of years ago when it had first left the stars. Their ‘now’. He wished that they could see it the way he did - how the stars danced through time; growing, blossoming, and collapsing... Falling through time and space in intricate patterns and untold beauty. Worlds upon worlds upon worlds...
Unlike his father he didn’t need to posses the universe it to own it - but he still wanted it all.
(Seek and ye shall find.)
Except without all this drama. The Doctor would have been in his element, he knew, but the Seeker just felt helpless... No, that wasn’t it. If his friends hadn’t been there he’d have been fine. But being responsible for them made everything infinitely complicated, because he knew that above all he needed to keep them safe.
Which was something completely at odds with going back to the baby Rachnoss, which he had to forcibly stop himself from doing.
The problem there of course being that he knew that he ought to destroy it (keeping the universe safe from such threats was his duty as a Timelord), and yet he wanted nothing more than to take it home and study it. And he couldn’t do either because it’d be insanely dangerous for his friends.
Glancing at them he could feel them slipping out of his grasp, even though they were by his side. He could tell them the name of every star, as they had surely guessed by now - and yet they were talking to each other, and not to him... And he knew that the truth was that with every revelation about himself he’d move further away from them. He should probably have told them the truth years ago, but he’d wanted to be ‘just Alex’ for as long as possible...
Speaking freely was of course an immense relief - but the price was heavy. Hopefully the gap between them would not be unbridgeable though - after all they had known him since they were all just 4. Looking out at the galaxies, part of him wanted nothing more than to leave - to go out there where he belonged - but at the same time he knew that these boys were his only chance of true friendship with humans - their life span his main link to human life. Earth was home... and yet every beat of his hearts helped underline how he would always stand apart.
Main problem at the moment being that now he also had a terrible urge to show off - to demonstrate all the things he could do. How many times had they watched the original Star Wars trilogy while he’d kept silent about how he too could blur people’s minds (“These are not the droids you are looking for...”) - he couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t been doing that, actually. But it was such a simple thing - like distracting someone by pointing to something over their shoulder.
Of course today he’d done far more than that - had actively forced his will on another creature and probed its mind. Actions the Doctor had warned him against so sternly that he knew he’d get a serious - and welldeserved - telling off sooner or later. And he understood why now... the untold reason the Doctor had never shared: It was easy. Terrifyingly so.
Slowly he tore himself out of his musings. He needed to get his friends home - they were his responsibility, especially since they had no knowledge of how to deal with a situation like this. If he’d told them earlier, by now they would have had a clue and might even have helped out, being bright and all... and that lack of preparation was his fault.
Then Matt silently touched his arm. Seeing the look on his friend’s face the Seeker turned his head.
And saw the guards advancing towards them.
He knew he shouldn’t swear. He knew that the Doctor could cope with any number of set-backs and problems without doing so. But there were times when he was very much his father’s son - and liked it.
“Oh fuck!”
Chapter 2.
Prologue | Chapter 1
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: 800 words.
Feedback: Pretty please?
The starscape spread out before them, the Seeker was as usual reduced to silent awe. He knew they ought to get out of there, but he felt that he couldn’t deny his friends their first proper look at the universe.
And as he stood there, observing his friends’ wonder, he suddenly understood why the Doctor always found himself new companions, never mind the pain. It meant seeing the world anew through their eyes, over and over and over again. He heard them beginning to talk - arranging the stars into their world, trying to make the endlessness fit into maps and diagrams, because they could only ever grasp it in bits.
Of course they only saw the history of the universe, the light as it had been millions of years ago when it had first left the stars. Their ‘now’. He wished that they could see it the way he did - how the stars danced through time; growing, blossoming, and collapsing... Falling through time and space in intricate patterns and untold beauty. Worlds upon worlds upon worlds...
Unlike his father he didn’t need to posses the universe it to own it - but he still wanted it all.
(Seek and ye shall find.)
Except without all this drama. The Doctor would have been in his element, he knew, but the Seeker just felt helpless... No, that wasn’t it. If his friends hadn’t been there he’d have been fine. But being responsible for them made everything infinitely complicated, because he knew that above all he needed to keep them safe.
Which was something completely at odds with going back to the baby Rachnoss, which he had to forcibly stop himself from doing.
The problem there of course being that he knew that he ought to destroy it (keeping the universe safe from such threats was his duty as a Timelord), and yet he wanted nothing more than to take it home and study it. And he couldn’t do either because it’d be insanely dangerous for his friends.
Glancing at them he could feel them slipping out of his grasp, even though they were by his side. He could tell them the name of every star, as they had surely guessed by now - and yet they were talking to each other, and not to him... And he knew that the truth was that with every revelation about himself he’d move further away from them. He should probably have told them the truth years ago, but he’d wanted to be ‘just Alex’ for as long as possible...
Speaking freely was of course an immense relief - but the price was heavy. Hopefully the gap between them would not be unbridgeable though - after all they had known him since they were all just 4. Looking out at the galaxies, part of him wanted nothing more than to leave - to go out there where he belonged - but at the same time he knew that these boys were his only chance of true friendship with humans - their life span his main link to human life. Earth was home... and yet every beat of his hearts helped underline how he would always stand apart.
Main problem at the moment being that now he also had a terrible urge to show off - to demonstrate all the things he could do. How many times had they watched the original Star Wars trilogy while he’d kept silent about how he too could blur people’s minds (“These are not the droids you are looking for...”) - he couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t been doing that, actually. But it was such a simple thing - like distracting someone by pointing to something over their shoulder.
Of course today he’d done far more than that - had actively forced his will on another creature and probed its mind. Actions the Doctor had warned him against so sternly that he knew he’d get a serious - and welldeserved - telling off sooner or later. And he understood why now... the untold reason the Doctor had never shared: It was easy. Terrifyingly so.
Slowly he tore himself out of his musings. He needed to get his friends home - they were his responsibility, especially since they had no knowledge of how to deal with a situation like this. If he’d told them earlier, by now they would have had a clue and might even have helped out, being bright and all... and that lack of preparation was his fault.
Then Matt silently touched his arm. Seeing the look on his friend’s face the Seeker turned his head.
And saw the guards advancing towards them.
He knew he shouldn’t swear. He knew that the Doctor could cope with any number of set-backs and problems without doing so. But there were times when he was very much his father’s son - and liked it.
“Oh fuck!”
Chapter 2.