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ladyoftimeWhat if the Doctor regenerationed three seasons early and then proceeded to meet all of Joann's Doctor Who headvoices (and then some)?
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eleventh_doctor as the Doctor
not_theman_iwas as the Other Doctor
lynda_with_a_y as the sweet one
just_koschei as the snarky-but-heroic other-universe Master
blewupthewizard as the demolitions expert
loud_and_ginger as the misplaced bride
born_running as the human archetype
androse_and_thorn as the Lady.
(Also starring Schrodinger as the time-traveling cat companion extraordinaire - otherwise known as himself.)
Guest-starring Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness, Mickey Smith, Martha Jones, and several others.
It turns out if you take the Time Vortex into you willingly, it comes out like a suicide in that your next regeneration lacks key reproductive organs you’ve had for millennia.
“How do I look?” is the new Doctor’s first sentence.
“Blimey,” says Lynda.
“Oh, my God,” says Rose.
“Nice,” Jack says, and leers just a bit. But no one pays attention to him, because that’s just Jack for you.
After they’ve had a few adventures together, they settle into a pattern, of sorts. The Doctor tends to split them up in groups of two– because, she claims, she can’t keep track of three people at once. She rotates the groups to ‘keep things interesting’; at any given time it could be Lynda and Rose on their own, next Lynda and Jack. Jack’s groups tend to come back adrenaline-flushed and with shirts wrinkled or backwards, but as long as they still find time to follow whatever instructions she leaves them with, the Doctor chooses to ignore it.
Mickey calls Rose’s mobile, babbling about some weird pop called Bubble Shock. The Doctor catches her companions’ eyes and sets coordinates for Earth. It takes them all of thirty minutes to get themselves neck deep into it: Rose sets off an alarm trying to call her mum; Mickey and the Doctor confront the head of the company, Mrs. Wormwood, and discover she’s less human than she lets on; and Lynda and Jack stumble onto the Archetype, a hapless boy created from samples of human children. In the end, the Doctor sets the TARDIS to create a high-pitched screech that cripples the Bane. After they’ve all had a run for it, they gather in the TARDIS to have a chat with the newest member of the team.
“Names, anyone?” the Doctor asks.
“Rickey,” Mickey suggests sourly, and Lynda smothers a giggle.
“Jack,” Jack says, and Rose hits him on the arm.
“Adric,” the Doctor decides, and no one is willing to contest her.
“I haven’t had this many people in the TARDIS in a long time,” the Doctor reflects as she watches her companions argue over a game. Rose, Lynda, Mickey, and Jack discovered the bowling alley in the TARDIS, and they’ve spent their time tossing about accusations of cheating for ten minutes now. Soon, they’ll appeal to the Doctor to act as impartial judge.
“Is that good?” Adric asks, his eyes wide and curious. He has a lot to learn, she thinks fondly, but it’s amazing what having a set of completely new eyes around does for her.
The Doctor rests her chin on her hand and watches Jack deflect well-placed suspicion with a few quips and a wink. “It’s different.”
It doesn’t get really weird until the TARDIS falls into an alternate universe. Rose goes looking for her dad with Jack and Adric in tow to keep her safe, and the Doctor drags Mickey and Lynda off to do a little investigating.
They’re more than surprised to discover, after untangling a web of tricky ends and knottier middles, that a man called the Doctor controls one fourth of the galaxy, more or less. It’s only when he kidnaps all five of her companions and threatens to execute them if she stands in his way that she agrees to leave him to it. By then, she has the TARDIS working again, and tentatively considers the trip at least not a complete disaster until she discovers she’s somehow picked up her sixth and seventh passengers.
“Shit,” Koschei says, taking the ‘You’ve just stumbled into another universe with an alternate version of the Doctor and no chance of returning’ talk remarkably well.
Jack, completely unperturbed by the circumstances, holds out a hand with a charming smile ready on his lips. “Captain Jack Harkness.”
“Oh, shut up,” the Doctor mutters irritably as she picks Koschei’s gray cat off her trouser leg.
“Professor?” says Ace.
“Ace?” says the Doctor.
“That building’s just exploded,” Adric observes.
“That’s my girl,” the Doctor says fondly.
The once quiet halls fill with yelling soon after, once the Doctor threatens to dismember Jack and throw his remains into the Void if he insists on flirting with Ace. It takes a detailed explanation of lingering paternal instincts and Koschei’s timely intervention to prevent a situation they’d all regret.
“Is it always like this?” Ace asks, and Mickey, Lynda, Rose, and Adric affirm their yes as one.
They all gape uselessly at the screaming ginger-haired bride who materializes in the TARDIS without warning.
“Where am I?” she asks after she’s slapped the Doctor, Koschei, Rose, and Jack about on suspicion of working for some heinous creature called Nerys, and gotten in a few good kicks at Mickey and Lynda. Schrodinger wisely watches from his comfortable perch out of range on a support column.
“You’re in the TARDIS,” Adric tells her.
“What the hell is a TARDIS?!”
“Getting more crowded all the time,” the Doctor says ruefully.
Fortunately, Lynda and Ace set the charges to blow up the Racnoss’s building and run everyone out just in time for a set of Christmas fireworks no one will forget soon. The Doctor claims to never have offered Donna a place in the TARDIS because having her around all the time would give her a headache, and her companions decide it best to believe her.
As lulls never last long in the TARDIS, their lovely vacation on the beaches of Florida Palm is interrupted by a blonde-haired Time Lady in the dying remains of her TARDIS, tangled up in thorny vines and bleeding roses.
“You know,” Koschei says, “breaking dimensional barriers once in a regeneration could be considered a mistake. Two times is just careless.”
“Don’t I know you?” the Doctor asks, ignoring Koschei’s concept of Earth-appropriate irony, as usual.
“Should I be taking notes?” Adric says, peering past her shoulder.
“I need to go back,” the woman says. “I need to. He’ll come for me if I don’t.”
The Doctor kneels on the ground next to her, one hand on the woman’s wrist to check her pulses. “Who will?”
The woman rests a hand on the Doctor’s cheek, gently. “You will. You always do.”
Koschei pats her on the shoulder sympathetically “I hear they have pills for that now.”
The Lady wanders the halls of the TARDIS, now, quiet and quietly mad. She spends her days in the library, lost in dusty tomes, and nights in the Zero Room. The Doctor looked into her mind, once, at the beginning; she wouldn’t talk about it again.
All things considered, the Doctor decides the whole affair would have been a lot easier to sort out if Koschei hadn’t been unconscious most of the time, and resolves to stock up on duct tape for the future.
“You know,” the Doctor says, “I’m starting to feel a little outnumbered.”
Lynda filches a chocolate from the bowl resting between their lounge chairs. “Pretty soon we’ll have the TARDIS without you,” she says agreeably. “Jack and Koschei can steer.”
“You’re a cruel one, Lynda Moss.” A candy wrapper is lobbed at her by way of proof. “I take back anything I ever said about you being sweet. Mutiny! Remind me to set the isomorphic controls on the TARDIS again.”
Lynda giggles. “You should have them help, anyway. Lots of bending over. Good view.”
As one, they tilt their heads at Jack and Koschei, who’ve started a game of soccer on the cricket pitch, and are currently arguing with Mickey as to the location of the goals. “It is a nice view,” the Doctor agrees.
They’re in 21st century Earth for ice creams to celebrate the very first People’s Republic of Soccer (everyone won, and points were distributed evenly among all participants), when Adric sprains his ankle for the very first time. While they’re at the hospital putting up “baby’s first ____” balloons and waiting for his X-rays to develop, the Judoon kidnap the building and bring it to the moon to search for a plasmavore. The Doctor’s just about to brainstorm a plan of action with her companions when a pretty brunette wearing a dashing fedora pops her head in.
“No need to panic,” she says. “I’ve everything under control, so just sit tight and it’ll be sorted before you can say malpractice lawsuit.” She squints at the Doctor. “Don’t I know you?”
“I’m the Doctor,” the Doctor says.
“Ah,” the other Doctor says. “What a coincidence.”
“Gordon Bennett,” Ace says, and slaps her forehead theatrically. “Is everyone getting doubles now?”
Luckily for the TARDIS’s slowly dwindling infinite amount of space, the other Doctor has her own TARDIS parked outside, so after the combined effort of the eight (Schrodinger stayed in), she sails off into the Vortex with the plucky Doctor Martha Jones for adventures of their own. Ace, after some consideration and more than a few sexually-charged glances shared between herself and said plucky doctor, packs up her things and moves into the other TARDIS to join them.
“And then there were seven,” the Doctor says.
Jack throws an arm around her shoulder. “Come on, Doctor. Aren’t we enough?”
“You know.” She overlooks her current crew – a misplaced Time Lord and his cat, an idiot with the heart of a hero, a daughter of death and game shows, a shop girl from the 21st century, a man of – to put it delicately – 'easy virtue' from the 51st, and the perfect human created by aliens – and nods once, satisfied. “We might just be.”
Prompt: "What About Everything", all the DW pups you have.
Word count: 1500+
Author's note: I demand better-quality chocolate. Chocolate is my beta.
Starring
eleventh_doctor as the Doctornot_theman_iwas as the Other Doctorlynda_with_a_y as the sweet onejust_koschei as the snarky-but-heroic other-universe Masterblewupthewizard as the demolitions expertloud_and_ginger as the misplaced brideborn_running as the human archetypeand
rose_and_thorn as the Lady.(Also starring Schrodinger as the time-traveling cat companion extraordinaire - otherwise known as himself.)
Guest-starring Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness, Mickey Smith, Martha Jones, and several others.
"What about everything? What about aeroplanes, and
What about ships that drink the sea?
What about, what about the moon and stars? What about soldiers,
Battle scars, and all the anger that they eat?
I am not in need.
Get away and come with me,
Come away with me and we'll see
If I was right on that night, that a future was made."
What about ships that drink the sea?
What about, what about the moon and stars? What about soldiers,
Battle scars, and all the anger that they eat?
I am not in need.
Get away and come with me,
Come away with me and we'll see
If I was right on that night, that a future was made."
It turns out if you take the Time Vortex into you willingly, it comes out like a suicide in that your next regeneration lacks key reproductive organs you’ve had for millennia.
“How do I look?” is the new Doctor’s first sentence.
“Blimey,” says Lynda.
“Oh, my God,” says Rose.
“Nice,” Jack says, and leers just a bit. But no one pays attention to him, because that’s just Jack for you.
After they’ve had a few adventures together, they settle into a pattern, of sorts. The Doctor tends to split them up in groups of two– because, she claims, she can’t keep track of three people at once. She rotates the groups to ‘keep things interesting’; at any given time it could be Lynda and Rose on their own, next Lynda and Jack. Jack’s groups tend to come back adrenaline-flushed and with shirts wrinkled or backwards, but as long as they still find time to follow whatever instructions she leaves them with, the Doctor chooses to ignore it.
Mickey calls Rose’s mobile, babbling about some weird pop called Bubble Shock. The Doctor catches her companions’ eyes and sets coordinates for Earth. It takes them all of thirty minutes to get themselves neck deep into it: Rose sets off an alarm trying to call her mum; Mickey and the Doctor confront the head of the company, Mrs. Wormwood, and discover she’s less human than she lets on; and Lynda and Jack stumble onto the Archetype, a hapless boy created from samples of human children. In the end, the Doctor sets the TARDIS to create a high-pitched screech that cripples the Bane. After they’ve all had a run for it, they gather in the TARDIS to have a chat with the newest member of the team.
“Names, anyone?” the Doctor asks.
“Rickey,” Mickey suggests sourly, and Lynda smothers a giggle.
“Jack,” Jack says, and Rose hits him on the arm.
“Adric,” the Doctor decides, and no one is willing to contest her.
“I haven’t had this many people in the TARDIS in a long time,” the Doctor reflects as she watches her companions argue over a game. Rose, Lynda, Mickey, and Jack discovered the bowling alley in the TARDIS, and they’ve spent their time tossing about accusations of cheating for ten minutes now. Soon, they’ll appeal to the Doctor to act as impartial judge.
“Is that good?” Adric asks, his eyes wide and curious. He has a lot to learn, she thinks fondly, but it’s amazing what having a set of completely new eyes around does for her.
The Doctor rests her chin on her hand and watches Jack deflect well-placed suspicion with a few quips and a wink. “It’s different.”
It doesn’t get really weird until the TARDIS falls into an alternate universe. Rose goes looking for her dad with Jack and Adric in tow to keep her safe, and the Doctor drags Mickey and Lynda off to do a little investigating.
They’re more than surprised to discover, after untangling a web of tricky ends and knottier middles, that a man called the Doctor controls one fourth of the galaxy, more or less. It’s only when he kidnaps all five of her companions and threatens to execute them if she stands in his way that she agrees to leave him to it. By then, she has the TARDIS working again, and tentatively considers the trip at least not a complete disaster until she discovers she’s somehow picked up her sixth and seventh passengers.
“Shit,” Koschei says, taking the ‘You’ve just stumbled into another universe with an alternate version of the Doctor and no chance of returning’ talk remarkably well.
Jack, completely unperturbed by the circumstances, holds out a hand with a charming smile ready on his lips. “Captain Jack Harkness.”
“Oh, shut up,” the Doctor mutters irritably as she picks Koschei’s gray cat off her trouser leg.
“Professor?” says Ace.
“Ace?” says the Doctor.
“That building’s just exploded,” Adric observes.
“That’s my girl,” the Doctor says fondly.
The once quiet halls fill with yelling soon after, once the Doctor threatens to dismember Jack and throw his remains into the Void if he insists on flirting with Ace. It takes a detailed explanation of lingering paternal instincts and Koschei’s timely intervention to prevent a situation they’d all regret.
“Is it always like this?” Ace asks, and Mickey, Lynda, Rose, and Adric affirm their yes as one.
They all gape uselessly at the screaming ginger-haired bride who materializes in the TARDIS without warning.
“Where am I?” she asks after she’s slapped the Doctor, Koschei, Rose, and Jack about on suspicion of working for some heinous creature called Nerys, and gotten in a few good kicks at Mickey and Lynda. Schrodinger wisely watches from his comfortable perch out of range on a support column.
“You’re in the TARDIS,” Adric tells her.
“What the hell is a TARDIS?!”
“Getting more crowded all the time,” the Doctor says ruefully.
Fortunately, Lynda and Ace set the charges to blow up the Racnoss’s building and run everyone out just in time for a set of Christmas fireworks no one will forget soon. The Doctor claims to never have offered Donna a place in the TARDIS because having her around all the time would give her a headache, and her companions decide it best to believe her.
As lulls never last long in the TARDIS, their lovely vacation on the beaches of Florida Palm is interrupted by a blonde-haired Time Lady in the dying remains of her TARDIS, tangled up in thorny vines and bleeding roses.
“You know,” Koschei says, “breaking dimensional barriers once in a regeneration could be considered a mistake. Two times is just careless.”
“Don’t I know you?” the Doctor asks, ignoring Koschei’s concept of Earth-appropriate irony, as usual.
“Should I be taking notes?” Adric says, peering past her shoulder.
“I need to go back,” the woman says. “I need to. He’ll come for me if I don’t.”
The Doctor kneels on the ground next to her, one hand on the woman’s wrist to check her pulses. “Who will?”
The woman rests a hand on the Doctor’s cheek, gently. “You will. You always do.”
Koschei pats her on the shoulder sympathetically “I hear they have pills for that now.”
The Lady wanders the halls of the TARDIS, now, quiet and quietly mad. She spends her days in the library, lost in dusty tomes, and nights in the Zero Room. The Doctor looked into her mind, once, at the beginning; she wouldn’t talk about it again.
All things considered, the Doctor decides the whole affair would have been a lot easier to sort out if Koschei hadn’t been unconscious most of the time, and resolves to stock up on duct tape for the future.
“You know,” the Doctor says, “I’m starting to feel a little outnumbered.”
Lynda filches a chocolate from the bowl resting between their lounge chairs. “Pretty soon we’ll have the TARDIS without you,” she says agreeably. “Jack and Koschei can steer.”
“You’re a cruel one, Lynda Moss.” A candy wrapper is lobbed at her by way of proof. “I take back anything I ever said about you being sweet. Mutiny! Remind me to set the isomorphic controls on the TARDIS again.”
Lynda giggles. “You should have them help, anyway. Lots of bending over. Good view.”
As one, they tilt their heads at Jack and Koschei, who’ve started a game of soccer on the cricket pitch, and are currently arguing with Mickey as to the location of the goals. “It is a nice view,” the Doctor agrees.
They’re in 21st century Earth for ice creams to celebrate the very first People’s Republic of Soccer (everyone won, and points were distributed evenly among all participants), when Adric sprains his ankle for the very first time. While they’re at the hospital putting up “baby’s first ____” balloons and waiting for his X-rays to develop, the Judoon kidnap the building and bring it to the moon to search for a plasmavore. The Doctor’s just about to brainstorm a plan of action with her companions when a pretty brunette wearing a dashing fedora pops her head in.
“No need to panic,” she says. “I’ve everything under control, so just sit tight and it’ll be sorted before you can say malpractice lawsuit.” She squints at the Doctor. “Don’t I know you?”
“I’m the Doctor,” the Doctor says.
“Ah,” the other Doctor says. “What a coincidence.”
“Gordon Bennett,” Ace says, and slaps her forehead theatrically. “Is everyone getting doubles now?”
Luckily for the TARDIS’s slowly dwindling infinite amount of space, the other Doctor has her own TARDIS parked outside, so after the combined effort of the eight (Schrodinger stayed in), she sails off into the Vortex with the plucky Doctor Martha Jones for adventures of their own. Ace, after some consideration and more than a few sexually-charged glances shared between herself and said plucky doctor, packs up her things and moves into the other TARDIS to join them.
“And then there were seven,” the Doctor says.
Jack throws an arm around her shoulder. “Come on, Doctor. Aren’t we enough?”
“You know.” She overlooks her current crew – a misplaced Time Lord and his cat, an idiot with the heart of a hero, a daughter of death and game shows, a shop girl from the 21st century, a man of – to put it delicately – 'easy virtue' from the 51st, and the perfect human created by aliens – and nods once, satisfied. “We might just be.”
Prompt: "What About Everything", all the DW pups you have.
Word count: 1500+
Author's note: I demand better-quality chocolate. Chocolate is my beta.
