The Master laughed bitterly. He was cold, wet, shaking and in pain… and he knew that if he didn’t get dry he would probably get ill… or the wound infected….
But the only place he could go to… Was the torchwood hub… But he would probably be killed on sight by jack…. So he sent a message to the man’s wrist strap.
“Look, stop, before you switch me off… hear me out… Please… i know… i know i’m a bastard…. that what i did while insane and under the drumsinfluence was inhuman… I know what i did was wrong in SO many ways, okay, i get it… Im not here to make excuses or ask for forgiveness for something that could never be forgiven… but i- i cant exactly change for them if i’m dead… and i will be dead… if you don’t help me…”
“look this is me, wet, cold, weak and injured, on your doorstep… i would deserve it if you said no, i wont come back if you turn me away… Ill slink off to die in a corner or something… but you are literally the only other person on this planet that knows about a time lords body and how to help…” he takes a deep breath allowing the time agent to see behind the stone walls, the fear he was feeling and the longing to change.
“and i don’t think i have any regenerations left and that scares me SO much…”
@canspotatimeagent – this needed to be written ASAP. Do as you like with it but it’s soulmate AU.
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The Doctor grimaces as he squints through the pain that he was feeling.
He had been resisting the pull that he had been feeling for quite some time. This was a soulmate pull, one that was also unique, because he knew he had two… one had died in his arms, refusing to regenerate, corrupted by power… and the other immortal, broken, his life ruined by him.
Sure he had loved rose, but that wasn’t the soulmate pull, the pull was something that was through the timelines… something that he had fell since he was a child, something to lead him to him human…
A pained grunt left him as he slid to his knees, he had to keep away, he let jack leave, to go back to Torchwood, knowing he was better off without him.
But now that Donna was gone, and he was alone. Nothing to distract him from the tightness in his chest.
As he sat on the floor, eyes closed, back to the console, hand on his chest as he took breaths to calm the ‘pain’, the TARDIS chimes softly, sadly.
Jack was better off without him in his life… he just runed it for everyone.
@canspotatimeagent – wanted a Ianto starter – a Ianto starter they shall get ;).
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Ianto didn’t know how to feel….
He was happy to see him again, over joyed to know that he would return…. but deep down, after 3 months of not knowing where he was, after thinking that they had just the slightest of spark between them and then realising it was just him.. Ianto Jones felt incredibly BITTER… but most of all… hurt…
“A date? you’re asking me on a date?” He practically scoffed, a laugh leaving his lips, yet it was not a happy one.
“I mean, sure I’m incredibly self-destructive… I mean look at how bad it got after Lisa… but I really think I should draw the line at this don’t ya think?”
He turned away to continue to search the room for the alien technology they were looking for. Deep down, he knew, if Jack didn’t try to convince him or something… then it would confirm his thoughts about being noting but a shag to the captain and not worth his time.
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118 – 100X100 – JACK HARKNESS – PART 11 – TORCHWOOD
Aquata pursed her lips and straightened her spine, suddenly letting herself put on the role she had been born into, the Princess of The Murma.
She had no idea who this TORCHWOOD was. But apparently they knew that she wasn’t human…. and she did not like it…
At least they weren’t demanding for her to get of the planet… yet… Anyways they had no right, not when her kind had been living on earth for over 3000 years… with permission of the Protector of Earth.
Even then this man wouldn’t hurt a girl who looked 16 but was just a child in her species eyes… would he?
(not that he knew what kind of species she was just yet.)
“So… Just a check up and a talk.. Nothing more, right? Cause, if somethinghappens to me, my father wont be pleased… and nor will HE, the protector of Earth… he was at my naming ceremony you know, missed the birth…” Torchwood should know who HE was right? HE was the one keeping this planet safe from those beyond this galaxy.
Of course a normal person would not be able to see the feelings that lay under the doctor’s mask of a grin and talking a mile a minuet. Rose… maybe, Martha could perhaps, Donna most definitely would have…
He paused at the thought of Donna, his smile becoming a tiny bit more fake, before he excused himself from the person he had been talking too, an alien who had been all too happy to listen to a story about earth… and leaving the alien bar/restaurant, retreated back to the TARDIS, the mask of happiness sliding off his face, into a solemn one, not having seen the familiar face in the room, one who would have had direct view of the fading smile.
At the tardis, he stopped, key in the lock, and lent his forehead against the closed door, a tear falling down his cheek, then another and another, till he was crying silently… he was so tired of loosing people.
Idris sometimes wondered if she had the ability to make a hologram in her console room…. and today she found out that – yes, she could.
It was quite the odd feeling being ‘physical’… Well, she say’s physical, but she was only, but a projection of light, one bit of herself being pushed in to the physical 4th dimension.
Thankfully she was ‘ace’ at multi-tasking, so it would not do anything to her driving or ability to keep everything in her in order.
She opened her eye and smiled. ah, so she had one companion on board, her impossible man. She hummed softly as she walked around her console, moving the corridors, on purpose, so that Her Dearest Jack would come and meet her.
Jack was reading in his room, stretched out on his bed with a well-worn paperback of poetry in his hand. But he was also getting hungry. So he finished the stanza he was on – it still had another 4 pages to go – and dogeared the page to return to it later.
He stood, stretching out all the tiredness from his limbs, and headed out into the corridor.
Where he ran straight into her.
“Well, hello, beautiful.”
The Tardis stepped back slightly when the ex-time agent almost stepped through her. Yes it wouldn’t hurt, but it did make her loose concentration and glitch ever so slightly when they did that.
“So, I assume that you approve? I do live it when people compliment me, for i do try my best.” She preened with a smirk. “Sorry about changing the corridors, but i wanted you to come and see my newest update to my self.” she kept it vague, wondering if he could guess who she was.
Not caring for his reaction, she started to fiddle with dials and buttons on the console, side glancing at him still wanting to see his reaction of a strange woman in the Doctor’s ship.
The blonde stalks away from the man, clearly angry. She looked like him but in a not so obvious way, tho if you put them side by side, you could see that they had the same blue eyes and same nose, but her cheeks/chin, hair and lips were her mother’s.
“Leave me alone!” She snapped at him.
The woman had witnessed something the Torchwood team had been doing, had seen an alien and the man in a RAF coat of all things, was now bugging her to come have a drink…
And she had heard the stories, that once you saw something that Torchwood had done, suddenly the people didn’t have a clue what you are talking about the following day… they would forget.
“You’re not ducking with my memories sunshine, I’ve heard the whispers, I’m not stupid. You Torchwood people are badnews.” Lilly-Moira Tuts And spins around to glare at him.
“I’ve managed just fine with the knowledge that aliensexist… That happens when you’ve been living in London for 5 years during university.”
“And honestly don’t you even know how to treat a woman? You’re asking me out for a drink and you haven’t even given me your name…” She scoffs And crosses her arms, probably looking somewhat like her mother in that very moment… or her gran…
Especially with the fact that her mother constantly talked about how men should treat women right and how her father was an ass to have gone and vanished like that… he didn’t even know she had existedor that her Ma had been pregnant.
drapetxmaniia - The Urge to run away 