Fic: Memories of a Time Lord (1/5)
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measiTitle: Memories of a Time Lord
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Pairing: Doctor/Rose (both Nine and Ten appear)
Rating: Teen
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: Nothing too explicit.
Summary (if fic): When the Doctor falls gravely ill with an illness that threatens the life of both himself and the TARDIS, Rose is forced to try an unconventional method to save him.
Original Prompts: The tone/mood of the fic: happy with a touch of angst - trouble, trauma and misery all fine, but there has to be a happy ending! An element/line of dialogue/object you would like in your fic: The TARDIS involved in some way. 'I promised you forever.'
Author’s Notes: This was originally written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
drficexchange. Many thanks to thisbirdcansing and goblynn for their beta work! Obligatory I don't own Doctor Who, the BBC does disclaimers apply.
[chapter one] [chapter two] [chapter three] [chapter four] [chapter five]
CHAPTER ONE
Gasping, a tall man pulled himself onto the top of the wall, stretching out on his back to capture large lungfuls of air. His body refused to listen, however, forcing him to sputter and cough. And then the shaking started. At first, only a small tremor tickled his fingers, but within mere minutes, his body jerked as if caught in a seizure. Frantically, his thoughts sped through his symptoms, the different possibilities, until a piercing wail suddenly screamed in his head, shattering all ability to reason.
Having lost total control over his body, the Doctor dropped off the wall like a stone, greeting the oncoming darkness of unconsciousness gratefully before hitting the ground.
~ ~ ~
Rose Tyler burst through the metal double doors, eyes wide as she continued down the corridor, skimming the faces among the patients and staff of the hospital. Her trainers squeaked violently against the dull linoleum floor as she raced, threatening to stick and throw her headfirst into the hard surface, but with the help of adrenaline, she managed to keep her footing.
Somewhere around here, she knew she'd find this world's version of an admittance desk. Then, hopefully, she’d find him. The Metaxian commander had promised her that she’d find him here.
Reaching the end of one corridor, she turned right, hearing the muffled din of voices and the now recognizable ring of the local telephones. This second corridor opened up into a waiting room not unlike the utilitarian NHS counterparts back home, stark and sparsely decorated with an obligatory potted plant, rows of grey-blue chairs that looked far more comfortable than Rose knew they would be, and a basic check-in desk, complete with colored stacks of forms, a couple of bland prints on the wall, and stacks of patient files in wire dividers. Two female Metaxians in spotless white nursing uniforms maintained the desk, sitting tall and regal as all members of their race somehow appeared effortlessly, their steady and confident demeanors keeping all but Rose calm and controlled.
Upon seeing the human’s hurried entrance, the taller of the two Metaxians stood quickly, holding out an arm. “Please, Miss. Be calm!” Her voice rolled like honey, enveloping Rose’s frantic mind with a strong coating of relaxation.
Rose was caught unaware as the Metaxian’s mind rolled over hers. She’d forgotten that this race was telepathic. The Doctor had insisted that she stay behind two days ago, warning her that she would not be safe among the Metaxian people, that the corruptible in this society would be able to find her quickly. She’d been instructed to remain in the TARDIS, with only a single military contact, a Commander Somilo, to connect her with the Doctor if an emergency occurred.
She’d waited in the TARDIS as patiently as she could, worried constantly about his well-being. They’d been diverted off course due to a mauve alert to this small green world. A telepathic sickness had threatened a species-wide epidemic. Metax, the Doctor had described, was a protective stronghold in this quadrant for the Shadow Proclamation – a world that had intentionally been colonized to keep an eye out after the events of the Time War. Metaxians had evolved through the centuries from the Eternals, their bloodlines mixed with the humanoid natives in this system, their life spans shortened, yet the mental abilities of their ancestors remained. They became a race of protectors, of soldiers, and few planets in this sector were without a legion of Metaxian soldiers. Their ability to both read and control the minds of their enemies were both feared and admired, trusted only because of the strict moral code that the Metaxians adhered to regarding the touching of another creature’s mind. This epidemic, however – the Burning, the military commander had called it, had felled half of their strike force, causing them to fall into a coma or, in rare cases had caused them to go insane, unable to control the urge to destroy through their telepathic abilities.
As Rose had now discovered, they were quick to act, not hesitating. Her running slowed almost instantly, and not of her own accord.
“That’s better. Can I help you, Miss?” The nurse’s voice was pleasant on the surface, barely covering the menacing layer of aggression underneath.
Rose did not answer immediately, doubling over to catch her breath. She felt the nurse’s probe go deeper into her mind, the forced relaxation beginning to stick uncomfortably and crawl under her skin. The discomfort grew, building from a mild itch to a fiery burn. “Stop, please!” she begged, mentally pushing against the sensation. With no psychic training, she was unable to rid herself of the probe. Instead, she found herself collapsing to the ground, hugging her knees to her chest defensively as she continued to beg for release.
And then a bright light pushed through her brain, warm and gold and soothing, rinsing away the invasion like a waterfall. Instinctively, Rose knew not to be afraid. Uncertain why it felt so familiar, she welcomed the TARDIS into her mind without reservation, feeling the slightest touch on her shoulder as the ship washed her thoughts clean. She smiled, sighing as the last of the Metaxian’s touch evaporated from her mind, and allowed the shudder of relief to run through her arms and legs.
The nurse recoiled in fear. “What are you?” she whispered.
Rose straightened up, looking the Metaxian straight in the eye. “My name is Rose Tyler. I’m here with the Doctor, and I was told that he was brought here not long ago. Where is he?”
“The…Doctor? But we have many doctors here,” the nurse stammered. “Which one?”
“He’s like me. He is not one of you.”
The woman’s eyes grew wide. “The man with two hearts.”
“That’s him. Take me to him.”
“But I cannot, Miss. He’s in quarantine.”
Rose frowned. “Quarantine for what?”
“The sickness, Miss. Your Doctor has fallen victim to the Burning.”
- End Chapter One -
[to chapter two]
Author:
measiPairing: Doctor/Rose (both Nine and Ten appear)
Rating: Teen
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: Nothing too explicit.
Summary (if fic): When the Doctor falls gravely ill with an illness that threatens the life of both himself and the TARDIS, Rose is forced to try an unconventional method to save him.
Original Prompts: The tone/mood of the fic: happy with a touch of angst - trouble, trauma and misery all fine, but there has to be a happy ending! An element/line of dialogue/object you would like in your fic: The TARDIS involved in some way. 'I promised you forever.'
Author’s Notes: This was originally written for the
drficexchange. Many thanks to thisbirdcansing and goblynn for their beta work! Obligatory I don't own Doctor Who, the BBC does disclaimers apply.[chapter one] [chapter two] [chapter three] [chapter four] [chapter five]
CHAPTER ONE
Gasping, a tall man pulled himself onto the top of the wall, stretching out on his back to capture large lungfuls of air. His body refused to listen, however, forcing him to sputter and cough. And then the shaking started. At first, only a small tremor tickled his fingers, but within mere minutes, his body jerked as if caught in a seizure. Frantically, his thoughts sped through his symptoms, the different possibilities, until a piercing wail suddenly screamed in his head, shattering all ability to reason.
Having lost total control over his body, the Doctor dropped off the wall like a stone, greeting the oncoming darkness of unconsciousness gratefully before hitting the ground.
~ ~ ~
Rose Tyler burst through the metal double doors, eyes wide as she continued down the corridor, skimming the faces among the patients and staff of the hospital. Her trainers squeaked violently against the dull linoleum floor as she raced, threatening to stick and throw her headfirst into the hard surface, but with the help of adrenaline, she managed to keep her footing.
Somewhere around here, she knew she'd find this world's version of an admittance desk. Then, hopefully, she’d find him. The Metaxian commander had promised her that she’d find him here.
Reaching the end of one corridor, she turned right, hearing the muffled din of voices and the now recognizable ring of the local telephones. This second corridor opened up into a waiting room not unlike the utilitarian NHS counterparts back home, stark and sparsely decorated with an obligatory potted plant, rows of grey-blue chairs that looked far more comfortable than Rose knew they would be, and a basic check-in desk, complete with colored stacks of forms, a couple of bland prints on the wall, and stacks of patient files in wire dividers. Two female Metaxians in spotless white nursing uniforms maintained the desk, sitting tall and regal as all members of their race somehow appeared effortlessly, their steady and confident demeanors keeping all but Rose calm and controlled.
Upon seeing the human’s hurried entrance, the taller of the two Metaxians stood quickly, holding out an arm. “Please, Miss. Be calm!” Her voice rolled like honey, enveloping Rose’s frantic mind with a strong coating of relaxation.
Rose was caught unaware as the Metaxian’s mind rolled over hers. She’d forgotten that this race was telepathic. The Doctor had insisted that she stay behind two days ago, warning her that she would not be safe among the Metaxian people, that the corruptible in this society would be able to find her quickly. She’d been instructed to remain in the TARDIS, with only a single military contact, a Commander Somilo, to connect her with the Doctor if an emergency occurred.
She’d waited in the TARDIS as patiently as she could, worried constantly about his well-being. They’d been diverted off course due to a mauve alert to this small green world. A telepathic sickness had threatened a species-wide epidemic. Metax, the Doctor had described, was a protective stronghold in this quadrant for the Shadow Proclamation – a world that had intentionally been colonized to keep an eye out after the events of the Time War. Metaxians had evolved through the centuries from the Eternals, their bloodlines mixed with the humanoid natives in this system, their life spans shortened, yet the mental abilities of their ancestors remained. They became a race of protectors, of soldiers, and few planets in this sector were without a legion of Metaxian soldiers. Their ability to both read and control the minds of their enemies were both feared and admired, trusted only because of the strict moral code that the Metaxians adhered to regarding the touching of another creature’s mind. This epidemic, however – the Burning, the military commander had called it, had felled half of their strike force, causing them to fall into a coma or, in rare cases had caused them to go insane, unable to control the urge to destroy through their telepathic abilities.
As Rose had now discovered, they were quick to act, not hesitating. Her running slowed almost instantly, and not of her own accord.
“That’s better. Can I help you, Miss?” The nurse’s voice was pleasant on the surface, barely covering the menacing layer of aggression underneath.
Rose did not answer immediately, doubling over to catch her breath. She felt the nurse’s probe go deeper into her mind, the forced relaxation beginning to stick uncomfortably and crawl under her skin. The discomfort grew, building from a mild itch to a fiery burn. “Stop, please!” she begged, mentally pushing against the sensation. With no psychic training, she was unable to rid herself of the probe. Instead, she found herself collapsing to the ground, hugging her knees to her chest defensively as she continued to beg for release.
And then a bright light pushed through her brain, warm and gold and soothing, rinsing away the invasion like a waterfall. Instinctively, Rose knew not to be afraid. Uncertain why it felt so familiar, she welcomed the TARDIS into her mind without reservation, feeling the slightest touch on her shoulder as the ship washed her thoughts clean. She smiled, sighing as the last of the Metaxian’s touch evaporated from her mind, and allowed the shudder of relief to run through her arms and legs.
The nurse recoiled in fear. “What are you?” she whispered.
Rose straightened up, looking the Metaxian straight in the eye. “My name is Rose Tyler. I’m here with the Doctor, and I was told that he was brought here not long ago. Where is he?”
“The…Doctor? But we have many doctors here,” the nurse stammered. “Which one?”
“He’s like me. He is not one of you.”
The woman’s eyes grew wide. “The man with two hearts.”
“That’s him. Take me to him.”
“But I cannot, Miss. He’s in quarantine.”
Rose frowned. “Quarantine for what?”
“The sickness, Miss. Your Doctor has fallen victim to the Burning.”
- End Chapter One -
[to chapter two]
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Re: ficcy
Date: 2008-08-04 10:41 pm (UTC)luv jackie
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Date: 2008-08-04 04:26 pm (UTC)I like the race of beings you've created especially... Freaky and yet not scary, just... threatening.
Nice.
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Date: 2008-08-04 06:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-08 03:19 am (UTC)But I am thrilled you think so!
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Date: 2008-11-11 01:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-11 07:59 pm (UTC)