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Swan Song

So for my English class we had to write a ten-page screenplay and so I'm going to be posting it. I've posted the teaser and act 1 today. I don't really know how to sum it up tho. Also Formatting got messed up and I can't really fix it on Tumblr sorry.

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TEASER

EXT. MEADOW-DAY

A man sets down a violin case, we can clearly see the name Dio written on a white strip across the side. Carefully he kneels down next to it and unlatches it, he takes out the violin, tunes it and begins playing.

EXT. Forest-DAY

A teenager runs through the forest wearing simple clothes, black pants and a white shirt. He has a brown messenger bag slung over his shoulder. In the background we hear armor and shouting.

He stops and looks around. The Teenager spies a tree with a wanted poster hanging up, it has a picture of him and we can only make out part of the name. The part we can make out reads Newt. There is a reward for his capture alive.

He rips the poster from the bark and climbs the tree, below him we hear the armor passing.

EXT. TOP OF TREE-DAY

In Newt's pov: Through tree branches we see DIO playing the violin piece, he’s floating at the treetops swaying to the music with his eyes closed.

Newt settles himself into a sitting position and watches Dio, he moves his arm and accidentally breaks off a branch; Dio hears this and opens his eyes.

Startled DIO makes eye contact with NEWT and stops playing. A second later, we see DIO drop to the ground and hear a crash.

DIO (O.S.)

Newt rushes down the tree.

EXT. FOREST-DAY

When he reaches the ground NEWT looks for a way through the wall. A few feet from where NEWT is he sees an opening in it and rushes through it.

EXT. MEADOW-DAY

DIO is sitting on the ground, we don’t see his violin but its case is closed. DIO has already put it back in.

NEWT rushes over and helps Dio up. DIO leans on him for support and grabs his violin case.

DIO directs NEWT to walk in a direction and NEWT helps him, together they slowly make their way towards a large cave.

INT. COTTAGE-DAY

NEWT opens the door and brings DIO inside, DIO drops the violin case in the entryway.

NEWT sits Dio down on a nearby kitchen chair. NEWT begins looking for medical equipment but DIO just shakes his head.

DIO:

Pen.

NEWT nods and hands DIO one of the pens he was gesturing at.

DIO pulls the bottom part of his pants up to expose his bare ankle. It's swollen from the fall. He uncaps the pen and writes the word heal on his ankle. Instantly the swelling goes down. A second later DIO stands up, testing the strength of his ankle.

DIO walks over to the kitchen. He comes back with a knife and points it at NEWT.

DIO:

Thanks for the help. Now scram before I change my mind about killing you.

END TEASER

ACT I

INT. COTTAGE-DAY

NEWT throws his hands up in the air as DIO continues to threaten him with a knife.

NEWT:

Woah, woah, let’s not do anything hasty. Just put down the knife--

He gently pushes the blade away from his throat

NEWT (CONT’D)

--and we can have a civil conversation.

DIO:

What part of ‘get out’ did you not understand?

NEWT:

Ok, I can’t exactly leave right now. Let’s just say the guards and I aren’t best buds, plus they have bigger swords.

DIO:

Not my problem.

NEWT:

That's where you're wrong. Let me paint a little picture for you: they take me into custody and begin questioning me--they have some pretty gnarly stuff for that kind of thing in the dungeons. It’d be simply tragic if I let it slip about the man in the meadow who can heal a broken ankle with a pen. Who could blame my loose lips? I’ve heard thumbcuffs are very painful.

DIO sighs and lowers the knife completely. He gestures vaguely to a chair; NEWT takes the hint and sits down, slinging his bag off and putting it on the floor. We see the symbol of a green curled up dragon

DIO:

What do you want? I don’t have gold, and any that I draw up won’t pass for the real thing. They’ll recognize it as counterfeit immediately.

NEWT pauses and considers for a moment. He glances at the poster jutting out of his bag.

NEWT:

Can you teach me magic?

DIO:

Teach you magic? Ha! Not just anyone can learn magic; it takes a certain skill. One that damned king made sure to stamp out once he outlawed magic. It doesn’t matter anyway, you're too old to begin, your mind’s already been shaped.

NEWT glares at DIO, without saying a word he grabs a pencil and some paper.

NEWT draws something on the paper and reaches down into it and attempts to grab something and bring it out.. We see the very corner of a cube begin to appear but it vanishes before becoming fully corporeal.

NEWT:

I’ve known about magic since I was a child. When I refused to drop it my father kicked me out. Doing just that has taken practicing my whole life, but please continue telling me how my mind has already been molded.

DIO:

Impressive, but I still don’t see what’s in it for me.

NEWT:

What do you want?

DIO:

I would like to leave this hell hole of a kingdom, but you know as well as I that’s im--

NEWT:

There’s a boat scheduled to leave port for the north in three months. If you teach me, I can get you on it.

DIO pauses, shocked the boy would interrupt him, and even more shocked that NEWT claims he can get him on a boat. DIO considers for a moment before holding out his hand to NEWT.

DIO:

Three months. I will teach you for three months, but I can’t promise you results.

NEWT grabs DIO’s hand and shakes it, nodding his head.

EXT. MEADOW-AFTERNOON

NEWT and DIO are walking up the meadow. NEWT is carrying an easel, paints, and some canvases. When they reach their destination NEWT drops all the things he’s carrying, exhausted.

DIO:

Magic is all about flow. Your issue is that you focus so hard on making sure what you create is perfect that by the time you go to bring it to life any inspiration or creativity you have is entirely burnt out.

NEWT:

You can gather that after seeing me attempt to pull a cube from a piece of paper.

DIO just nods. He motions for NEWT to set up the easels.

DIO:

I have to go to the market today. While I’m gone you have to be drawing, I expect both canvases to be filled by the time I get back.

DIO goes over to the wall and draws an opening, he steps through it.

NEWT:

But wha--

DIO:

Figure it out.

DIO writes a word on the ground where the opening is and the wall is whole again, there's not even a crack where the opening was.

EXT. MEADOW-NIGHT

DIO comes back to see NEWT passed out on the ground, both canvases were covered in beautiful landscape images of the meadow at twilight and night. Around the canvases, small flowers are growing—exactly like the ones NEWT drew.

DIO smiles for a moment, but there seems to be a shadow behind it. Gently, he drapes his cloak across the boy. Then he walks back to the cottage.

INT. COTTAGE-NIGHT:

We see DIO writing a letter. He finishes and seals it. He folds the letter into an origami crane. Then he walks over to a window and opens it, letting the crane fly out.

EXT. MILITARY CAMP-NIGHT

The crane is flying through the air, when suddenly a gloved hand yanks it out of the sky.

We see the hand lower to reveal a helmeted guard bearing a green curled up dragon on their chest, they open the note and read it.

END ACT I

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DATPT part 5

The boys have a conversation with Bruce before all hell breaks loose.

we're gonna ignore the fact I haven't posted in months, for compensation can I give you an extra-long chapter? BTW yes I did finish editing this during class, I'm also not great with pranking siblings, and since this was the way to tell them bout Marinette/Ladybug I ran with it.

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“Ok, Damian, have fun.” Dick turned to his brothers. “Well, boys it looks like we’ll have the apartment to ourselves Damian’s staying with Marinette tonight.”

“And you're ok with that?!” Jason asked, shocked Dick would let their youngest brother stay over with his girlfriend.

“Oh don’t give me that they’re both eighteen now and something tells me Marinette’s parents will keep more than one eye on them. So what do you guys want to do tonight.” The three brothers had decided that this trip to Paris would also be family time, especially considering how they didn’t really get any of that during the year.

“Movie?” Tim asked.

“Which one.” Jason was not watching another

“How bout this one?” Tim picked up the box that Damian had left sitting out on the coffee table earlier that morning. Jason plucked it from Tim’s hands and began reading the title. “Night of the living statue. Are you sure this doesn’t even seem scary?”

“I mean there’s always the crowbar wielding clown we could watch.”

“Oh yeah, that one got burned a while ago.”

“Fair enough.”

“So Night of the living statue it is,” Dick said, already making the popcorn.

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“No don’t go into the basement, oh come on!” Jason was yelling at the screen.

“Jason you know they can’t hear you right?” Tim said rolling his eyes, which were illuminated by the laptop screen sitting in front of him.

“I don’t care Replacement the fact they’re doing it goes against every bit of common sense, it just doesn’t make, well--”

“Sense?” Dick supplied walking back into the room with the third popcorn bucket of the evening.

“Exactly I just don’t get it!” Jason held out his hands and made a grabbing motion for the bucket Dick easily sidestepped him and plopped down between the two.

“Ok, Tim popcorns back computers off.” He said as he finished getting settled.

“But I’m almost in, five more minutes and we get authentic Wayne manor security footage, and that’s better than any movie.

“Rules are rules replacement you agreed to the trade so you have to deal with it,” Jason said munching on popcorn.

“He’s right, and anyway if you keep going at it we’re gonna get a call from Al-” Right on cue, the video call screen popped up on Tim’s computer. He groaned before hitting accept.

“Hey, Alf good to see ya ol’ buddy ol’ pal! How’s the good ol’ USofA?” He said in an overly perky voice.

“Master Drake if I might request you stop attempting to hack onto the Batcave system it would be much appreciated.” Alfred’s voice rang over the call.

“Just hacking into security footage, huh?” Dick said glaring at Tim, Paris was a no hero weekend and Tim just broke that.

“I uh… I’m gonna go.” He said ending the call, moving quickly he closed his laptop grabbed a handful of popcorn, bolted over the couch to the room he was staying in, and closed the door.

“Well, that’s the last we’ll be seeing of him tonight,” Dick said moving to grab his phone. He opened up Alfred’s contact at called him back. “Sorry, Alfred he’s just itching to get a case. He’s gotten really bored seeing Paris like a normal person, well as normal as you can get given we’re Waynes.”

“Don’t worry about it I have one of those as well.” He panned his camera over to where Bruce was sitting cowl down at the computer in the Batcave. Dick and Jason both gave a small laugh.

“How is he doing?” Dick asked.

“Oh same as usual, sulking during the night, acting like a complete buffon during the day.” Jason laughed, Dick heard Bruce mutter through the phone, and Alfred brought the camera over to Bruce.

“Hey, Bruce how ya doing?” Dick asked innocently.

“How am I doing? Let’s see Richard, my sons hijacked the plane to go to Paris on a whim with no planning whatsoever, I got a call from Damian’s school that he was absent today. I'm also dealing with a very angry Italian ambassador, oh and with all the girls out on other missions I’m dealing with the entirety of Gotham and WE by myself for who knows how long. How do you think I feel?” The bags under Bruce’s eyes were more pronounced than usual as he berated his two older sons for a few more minutes, “now do you two have a reasonable explanation, or am I going to be feeding your asses to Harley Quinn for therapy sessions this week.”

“Damian has a girlfriend,” Dick said smoothly, Alfred and Bruce both paused, looked at each other, and burst out laughing.

“Please Dick if you’re gonna come up with an excuse at least make it a plausible one,” Bruce said while Alfred was attempting to compose himself in the background.

“I’m telling the truth, her name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She’s in his class and apparently, they’ve been dating for the last few months.”

“I’m going to search her up and if you’re lying to me it’s three therapy sessions with Quinn.” Dick shivered remembering the last time that happened, He had been suspended over a shark tank until he admitted he needed to start putting himself first. Bruce typed a few things on the computer and let out a sharp whistle. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

“See I told you,” Dick said smugly.

“That doesn’t change the fact that---” Bruce was cut off as they heard a scream come from Tim’s room.

“Sorry, Bruce gotta go check that out. Call you later.” Dick ended the video

following Jason to Tim’s room where they saw him sitting over his computer furiously banging on the keyboard.

“Woah Woah replacement if you keep that up then there won’t be any computer left to type with.”

“I don’t care! Someone cut the power and I was in the middle of checking Parisian crime records.

“Don’t freak out,” Dick said calmly, “I’ll go check the fuse box, you and Jason can go check the router. Ok?”

“Ok,” Tim said taking a breath. He put his computer aside and walked out of the room with Jason following him. Dick tried to call Damian to find out where the fuse box was, but for some reason couldn’t get a signal inside the apartment. He walked out onto the balcony waving his phone up wildly seeing if a bar would show up. He sighed as he brought his phone down. Nothing. As he turned to go back inside he felt a small pinch on his neck he moved to swat at it and he felt nothing. As he stepped forwards his eyelids began drooping, he stumbled and reached for the railing. He missed and before he slipped into unconsciousness he felt the bite of cold cement against his arms.

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When Dick woke up the sun was streaming through the living room window. He felt a weight on his stomach and when he stretched his neck up he saw Jason was lying on him, with Tim lying on the top of the pile. He laid there a moment as the night caught up to him, he began formulating who would knock them out, and how he was going to get out of this dogpile when a sharp“Ahem” sounded from the doorway. Standing there was Damian in jeans and a shirt.

“Well, it looks like you guys had a blast last night,” Marinette said poking her head in. It was the first time Dick had seen her without pigtails, instead, she had her blue-black locks tied back in a messy bun and she was suspiciously wearing Damian’s sweatshirt.

“You want to tell me why Father called me last night wanting to know all about my girlfriend and why I hadn’t told him about her yet.” Jason and Tim gave simultaneous groans of annoyance as Dick hopped up.

“Listen Damian I can explain,” He said stepping forward. He felt something hook his foot. “What the--” he got out before red paint came crashing down on top of him. Jason and Tim, both awake now, shot up trying in vain to avoid the downpour only to stumble into more strings. Before anyone could blink glitter rained down from the ceiling sticking to the paint coating the boys. A camera flash later saw them giving the death glare to Damian as he and Marinette stood off to the side trying not to laugh.

“What. the. Hell.” Dick said as he wiped paint from his eyes.

“If you want to live Demonspawn you better hope that this paint comes out,” Jason said as he attempted to shake glitter from his hair.

“If Con ever finds that picture Jason isn’t gonna be the one you should be scared of,” Tim said dangerously low. Damian finally cracked and started laughing. Collectively the three batboys stopped and looked up in shock. They hadn’t heard Damian laugh before, sure they’ve heard the evil laugh and the Robin laugh but never his laugh, it was soft light, and infectious. Before long Marinette was laughing too, while Jason Tim and Dick were all smiling.

“Ok you were right that was better than anything I could think up,” Damian said as he composed himself.

“Hey give some credit to Luka,” Marinette said, “He was the one who suggested glitter.”

Jason’s eyes widened as he realized that not only did Demon spawn pull a nonlethal prank, but Marinette was in on it. Not just Marinette but some kid named Luka too.

“Wait back up, you’re telling me you guys decided that you should knock us out, and then dump red paint and glitter on us?” Tim said blearily.

“Well, we couldn’t just come out and tell you,” Marinette responded.

“Well we could, but this is revenge for your little family trip,” Damian interjected.

“Tell us what? That you hate us with a passion? You’re an evil psychopath?”

“You know for a family of detectives you guys can be rather slow.” Marinette slammed a hand over her mouth realizing what she had said. “I’m sorry I didn’t me--”

“I love you so much right now,” Damian said gawking at her, Marinette blushed.

“Ok, will one of you two please talk to us rather than whatever,” Jason gestured vaguely to the two of them, “that is.”

“What color is the glitter?” Marinette said as she turned her attention from Damian. She sounded almost like a school teacher would when talking to children.

“Black…” The boys responded in unison.

“And what color is the paint?”

“Red.”

“So what’s red and covered in black spots.”

“Lady----- Oh for fucks sake,” Tim said slapping his hand on his forehead.

“There it is,” Marinette said triumphantly, a smile spreading across her lips. A few moments later Jason and Dick both gasped as the information finally sunk in.

“Why can’t anyone in this family be normal.” The second youngest Wayne lamented.

“Well, at least this means you can join my team and me on patrols. I bet that’ll make Paris a little more interesting.” Tim perked up.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. We can talk all that out later but you need to go get cleaned up before the paint stains the carpet.” Damian interrupted, he didn’t like the fact Marinette was talking about patrol with his brothers.

“I would like to remind you that this was your plan, Damian,” Dick said.

“It may be my plan but it’s someone else’s carpet now go.”

The three boys were shepherded to the bathroom while Damian and Marinette cleaned up the mess left in the living room. All three of them were rather impressed with the way the two of them had revealed Marinette’s identity, although it went unspoken how if anyone revealed it there would be serious consequences.

It took them over an hour to even begin making a dent in the glitter-paint combination that covered their bodies. Dick having been directly under the bucket had it the worst, with Jason coming in at a close second. Jason thought he had at least gotten out the stuff in his hair during his shower, only to look in the mirror and let out a quiet fuck. Dick gave him a questioning look, in response, Jason just pointed to his hair. Where his white streak was now stained a deep crimson. “This means war.”

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The Doctors Sister

The Doctor wasn’t the only one to escape from Gallifrey, he managed to save his young sister. But now she can’t leave the TARDIS and they’re traveling to the end of time. So what happens when a mysterious girl lands on the TARDIS mid flight.

Word count: 1947

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“Wow, that was fast for a refuel it usually takes you at least twenty minutes.” My voice rang from the hallway as I walked to greet my brother and Martha.

“Not in the mood Aster.” The Doctor’s voice rang from the console room.

“Who was that?” Martha asked as I stepped into the room from the hallway, light-flooded through the doors as the Doctor rushed around pulling levers and flipping switches.

“Someone I knew long ago, I was a different man back then.” The TARDIS lurched and suddenly we were off.

“Who was it this time, did the Master come by to pick up the flowers you left him.”

“Aster seriously not the time,” he paused and looked at the time dial. “No. no no no no no this isn’t right.” For once my brother sounded confused, confused, and worried.

“What’s going on,” I turned to Martha “and who did you see?”

“Well we went out for a refuel and he,” she motioned to my brother, “was explaining something about how the TARDIS recharges when out of nowhere an American with black hair came running up to us shouting for the Doctor.” I stilled, he wasn’t supposed to be alive.

“Doctor. Is he?” He looked up from his position on the console and turned to me.

“I wasn’t completely sure but I had a hunch.”

“And you didn’t tell me!”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you there was a possibility that Jack may have lived. I was a little busy regenerating!”

“Ok, both of you calm down.” Martha was used to our fights, all in the nature of being siblings. Combined with the fact I was one of the few people who didn’t tolerate my brother’s god complex and ‘woe is me’ attitude meant that we butted heads a lot. It was honestly a miracle Martha’s stayed with us as long as she’s had.

“Fine, but we will be discussing this. Now, where are we going that has you so

freaked out.” “The end of time.” His voice was so solemn, it reminded me of the stuffy old Time Lords the two of us hated.

“I thought that wasn’t poss—” I was interrupted by the form of a girl materializing right on top of me.

“Where am I? Who are you, people?” She began. I thought I saw the outline of a gun, but she was waving her hands about so I couldn’t make it out properly.

“Oi before you start going all shooty can you get off of me.”

“Sorry.” The girl mumbled in, I realized, a very American accent. When I was finally able to stand up I moved to get a better look at her. She had jet black hair in a braid down her back. She wore plain jeans, a white shirt, and a simple red flannel, welding goggles covered her eyes. I turned my attention to the Doctor and he looked flabbergasted.

“How did you— when did you— why?” He stumbled out.

“I think what he means to say is ‘Hi I’m the Doctor, This is Martha, the girl you were crushing is Aster and you’re on the TARDIS, a machine that travels through time and space.” Martha supplied, giving the Doctor one of her signature ‘get it together’ looks.

“Yes! exactly right Martha. Now who are you and how did you get aboard the TARDIS? Also, would you mind putting down the gun, I don’t need you taking out someone’s eye waving it around like that.” He had obviously gotten over some of his surprise.

“Right She said suddenly, nervously. “Uh, so I’m Ella. Ella Harkness, I’m actually looking for my dad. I had a lock on his coordinates a few seconds ago but obviously,” she gestured to the room, “I must’ve gotten it wrong. I don’t exactly see him in here.”

“And who is your father?” Martha asked

“Jack Harkness.” The TARDIS lurched to a stop. The girl, Ella, was clearly not prepared for it because she crashed right into me, I caught her before she could cause us to fall again. “Thanks.” She said

“Yeah don’t mention it.”

“Ok, we’re gonna table the whole Ella situation for a minute because I need to see where we are. Do not go anywhere you two.” The Doctor looked at us.

“Oh yes because I’m such a flight risk.” I probably didn’t need to be so sarcastic but it was fun. My brother just rolled his eyes as he and Martha walked out.

“So uh sorry again for crashing into you,” Ella said a few moments after the duo left. She was awkwardly standing near the console while I had moved to sit on the railing. She finally took the welding goggles off her eyes and I saw her pupils were ocean blue, pretty easy to get lost in. I hadn’t realized I was staring until she let out a little cough.

“Huh? Right! Don’t worry about it, nothing bruised nothing broken.” We both kinda just stared at each other after that, neither of us really knew what to say.

“If you don’t mind me asking how come you’re traveling with the Doctor? It is Doctor right?” Ella finally said.

“Yeah, his name is the Doctor. And I mean it’s complicated and a pretty long story.”

“I think we’ll have the time.”

“Okay,” I took a breath and began, “So the Doctor and I are from a planet called Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. When I was a baby there was a war between the Time Lords, that’s me and the Doc, and the Daleks. It got so bad that Gallifrey was destroyed, and so were the rest of my people and the Daleks. I don’t remember much of it. I was a small child when it happened but I do remember the heat and the sound of explosions. Then nothing, nothing until I woke up on the TARDIS.”

“So he saved you?”

“Yeah, I guess he did.” We heard a commotion from outside and soon the Doctor’s head was peeking into the TARDIS.

“Ok so I figured out why we’re at the end of the universe, I’ve also figured out why Ella landed her with coordinates fixed on Jack.” The Doctor moved aside and right after a familiar blue coat came striding forward.

“Jack!” I exclaimed practically leaping to crush him in a hug. Ella stood back frozen in space.

“Hey, kiddo.” He said laughing smile lines crinkled around his eyes. He scanned the TARDIS, “Geez Doc you don’t redecorate do you.” He stopped quipping when he landed on a similar set of ocean eyes.

“Uh… hi I’m… I mean my name is….” Ella stuttered as she couldn’t find the words.

“It’s ok, take your time.” I moved from Jack to her to offer at least a little bit of support. She took a breath. “I’m Ella. I’m your daughter.” Jack’s mouth opened and closed several times.

“I… I have a…. Who? When? How?”

“Uh ok who, remember that woman you met in New New York. Yeah, that’s my mom. As for when about seventeen years ago. And then for how, when two people like each other very much, or when they just get drunk, they—”

“Nope! I take back the how.” We all laughed, which helped to melt a lot of the ice in the room. “So Marge is your mom.”

“Yup she uh she gave me this.” Ella held up her arm to reveal a vortex manipulator. The Doctor came in at that exact moment and when he saw it he facepalmed.

“Oh yeah leave it to Jack bloody Harkness to give a teenager a vortex manipulator.”

“Ok hold up I didn’t give her anything.” He turned to my brother about to tear him a new one when Martha interrupted.

“Oi, you two stop the show off we’ve got problems out here,” Martha interjected before the two could start hurling insults.

“Oh thank god.” I mumbled to Ella, “If they had started it would’ve lasted for at least another hour.” She snickered.

“Martha’s right, the TARDIS can’t travel and we heard something on the horizon we need to move.” My brother said.

“What about Aster?” Jack asked.

“I’ll be fine, the TARDIS has enough energy for me. You guys need to get moving though.”

“Aster’s right. We need to go now.”

“Wait why can’t Aster come with?” Ella asked.

“Remember how I said I was young during the war?

“Yeah.”

“Well, I did take some damage and now. Well, now I can’t leave the TARDIS. We’re still working it out but something about the TARDIS helps keep me alive and if I leave well. Let’s just say I wouldn’t get very far.”

“Then I’ll stay with you.”

“You and your dad need some bonding time and what better than running from monsters.”

“Aster knows the TARDIS inside and out she’ll handle herself. It’ll be safer for you to come with us.” The Doc said.

“You guys go I’ll be fine, it’ll give me some time to do maintenance anyway.” Jack and Ella moved to the door where the Doctor ushered them out.

“Stay safe, and don’t let anybody in.”

“I know, I’ll have tea waiting when you get back.” I waved and he ran out closing the door behind him. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and rolled up my sleeves. “Now let’s see what we can do old girl,” I said to the room —————————– I don’t know how long passed between everyone leaving and when I heard a noise coming from the console room, it could’ve been a couple of hours or a day. All I know is that I woke up in the library with a book on top of my face, I must’ve fallen asleep reading. I sat up rubbing my eyes. The hallways were cold as I walked to the source of the noise. I hugged my sweater closer as I went.

“Doctor I think we need to turn up the hea—” I stopped when I saw it wasn’t the Doctor. I grabbed the closest object and pointed it at the man. “Who are you and where is my brother?”

“My dear I don’t think that banana is going to do much against me.” I looked down.

“Shit.” I threw the banana aside. “Ok, maybe not but I still know martial arts. Now I’ll ask once more where is my brother?”

“Hmmm, let’s see I’d say left for dead on the surface. And I’d be happy to throw you out with him girl.” My eyes widened. What he was saying couldn’t be true.

“You’re lying the Doctor hasn’t died yet and he’ll be back.”

“Did you say the Doctor? The Doctor’s your brother?”

“What’s it to you?” I asked inching away from the stranger, although he had an air of familiarity around him I couldn’t quite place.

“Well, that would mean— yes I see it now. You’ve grown dear Aster.”

“How do you know my name? I haven’t met anyone since Gallifrey…” I trailed off as it hit me. “Master you’re the Master.”

“The one and only my dear girl now. Now riddle me this why weren’t you out with your brother and his little band of miscreants.”

“I can’t leave the TARDIS. I’ll die if I do.” I began moving back to the hallway away from him. Before I noticed he pushed the lever and the familiar wheezing of the breaks sounded throughout the TARDIS.

“Well, it looks like you’re coming with then.” He brandished a gun from who knows where and aimed it at me. “Might I suggest you come down so we can chat a little bit more?”

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The Doctors Sister

The Doctor wasn't the only one to escape from Gallifrey, he managed to save his young sister. But now she can't leave the TARDIS and they're traveling to the end of time. So what happens when a mysterious girl lands on the TARDIS mid flight.

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"Wow, that was fast for a refuel it usually takes you at least twenty minutes.” My voice rang from the hallway as I walked to greet my brother and Martha.

“Not in the mood Aster.” The Doctor's voice rang from the console room.

“Who was that?” Martha asked as I stepped into the room from the hallway, light-flooded through the doors as the Doctor rushed around pulling levers and flipping switches.

“Someone I knew long ago, I was a different man back then.” The TARDIS lurched and suddenly we were off.

“Who was it this time, did the Master come by to pick up the flowers you left him.”

“Aster seriously not the time,” he paused and looked at the time dial. “No. no no no no no this isn’t right.” For once my brother sounded confused, confused, and worried.

“What's going on,” I turned to Martha “and who did you see?”

“Doctor. Is he?” He looked up from his position on the console and turned to me.

“I wasn’t completely sure but I had a hunch.”

“And you didn’t tell me!”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you there was a possibility that Jack may have lived. I was a little busy regenerating!”

“Fine, but we will be discussing this. Now, where are we going that has you so

freaked out.” “The end of time.” His voice was so solemn, it reminded me of the stuffy old Time Lords the two of us hated.

“I thought that wasn’t poss---” I was interrupted by the form of a girl materializing right on top of me.

“Where am I? Who are you, people?” She began. I thought I saw the outline of a gun, but she was waving her hands about so I couldn’t make it out properly.

“Oi before you start going all shooty can you get off of me.”

“How did you--- when did you--- why?” He stumbled out.

“Yes! exactly right Martha. Now who are you and how did you get aboard the TARDIS? Also, would you mind putting down the gun, I don’t need you taking out someone's eye waving it around like that.” He had obviously gotten over some of his surprise.

“And who is your father?” Martha asked

“Yeah don’t mention it.”

“Ok, we’re gonna table the whole Ella situation for a minute because I need to see where we are. Do not go anywhere you two.” The Doctor looked at us.

“Oh yes because I’m such a flight risk.” I probably didn’t need to be so sarcastic but it was fun. My brother just rolled his eyes as he and Martha walked out.

“Huh? Right! Don’t worry about it, nothing bruised nothing broken.” We both kinda just stared at each other after that, neither of us really knew what to say.

“If you don’t mind me asking how come you’re traveling with the Doctor? It is Doctor right?” Ella finally said.

“Yeah, his name is the Doctor. And I mean it’s complicated and a pretty long story.”

“I think we’ll have the time.”

“So he saved you?”

“Yeah, I guess he did.” We heard a commotion from outside and soon the Doctor's head was peeking into the TARDIS.

“Jack!” I exclaimed practically leaping to crush him in a hug. Ella stood back frozen in space.

“Uh… hi I’m… I mean my name is….” Ella stuttered as she couldn’t find the words.

“I… I have a…. Who? When? How?”

“Nope! I take back the how.” We all laughed, which helped to melt a lot of the ice in the room. “So Marge is your mom.”

“Yup she uh she gave me this.” Ella held up her arm to reveal a vortex manipulator. The Doctor came in at that exact moment and when he saw it he facepalmed.

“Oh yeah leave it to Jack bloody Harkness to give a teenager a vortex manipulator.”

“Ok hold up I didn’t give her anything.” He turned to my brother about to tear him a new one when Martha interrupted.

“Oi, you two stop the show off we’ve got problems out here,” Martha interjected before the two could start hurling insults.

“Oh thank god.” I mumbled to Ella, “If they had started it would’ve lasted for at least another hour.” She snickered.

“Martha’s right, the TARDIS can’t travel and we heard something on the horizon we need to move.” My brother said.

“What about Aster?” Jack asked.

“I’ll be fine, the TARDIS has enough energy for me. You guys need to get moving though.”

“Aster’s right. We need to go now.”

“Wait why can’t Aster come with?” Ella asked.

“Remember how I said I was young during the war?

“Yeah.”

“Then I’ll stay with you.”

“You and your dad need some bonding time and what better than running from monsters.”

“Aster knows the TARDIS inside and out she’ll handle herself. It'll be safer for you to come with us.” The Doc said.

“You guys go I’ll be fine, it’ll give me some time to do maintenance anyway.” Jack and Ella moved to the door where the Doctor ushered them out.

“Stay safe, and don’t let anybody in.”

“I know, I’ll have tea waiting when you get back.” I waved and he ran out closing the door behind him. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and rolled up my sleeves. “Now let’s see what we can do old girl,” I said to the room ----------------------------- I don’t know how long passed between everyone leaving and when I heard a noise coming from the console room, it could’ve been a couple of hours or a day. All I know is that I woke up in the library with a book on top of my face, I must’ve fallen asleep reading. I sat up rubbing my eyes. The hallways were cold as I walked to the source of the noise. I hugged my sweater closer as I went.

“Doctor I think we need to turn up the hea---” I stopped when I saw it wasn’t the Doctor. I grabbed the closest object and pointed it at the man. “Who are you and where is my brother?”

“My dear I don’t think that banana is going to do much against me.” I looked down.

“Shit.” I threw the banana aside. “Ok, maybe not but I still know martial arts. Now I’ll ask once more where is my brother?”

“Hmmm, let's see I’d say left for dead on the surface. And I’d be happy to throw you out with him girl.” My eyes widened. What he was saying couldn’t be true.

“You’re lying the Doctor hasn’t died yet and he’ll be back.”

“Did you say the Doctor? The Doctor’s your brother?”

“What’s it to you?” I asked inching away from the stranger, although he had an air of familiarity around him I couldn’t quite place.

“Well, that would mean--- yes I see it now. You’ve grown dear Aster.”

“How do you know my name? I haven’t met anyone since Gallifrey…” I trailed off as it hit me. “Master you’re the Master.”

“The one and only my dear girl now. Now riddle me this why weren’t you out with your brother and his little band of miscreants.”

“Well, it looks like you're coming with then.” He brandished a gun from who knows where and aimed it at me. “Might I suggest you come down so we can chat a little bit more?”

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Hey all so I have scholarship applications (yayyyy) so I probably won’t update any fics or post any writing till that’s done because uhh college so yeah I’m gonna try just don’t really be expecting anything before Halloween

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Gray Area

Hello and welcome to what happens when my friend gives me a writing prompt when I’m tired. anyway heres some slight angst and villain hero dynamic with some new OC’s I’ve created. it’s only about 600 words so it’s just. a drabble.

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“And I was a child!” Alec screamed, his voice raw, “I was thirteen when they gave me this power! I didn’t ask for it! I didn’t want it! But it was given to me, the power to make everyone happy. To grant everyone’s wish no matter how extravagant. Could you imagine how I felt at thirteen, being told I was responsible for everyone’s happiness.” Gray was silent. “I thought not.”

“Alec I didn’t… they never told me,” Gray said quietly, “But you’re traumatic backstory doesn’t warrant this. Do you know what will happen when you turn it on.”

“Do you?” Alec walked around to where he had Gray tied and kneeled down to the hero’s level. Leaning down Alec curled his hand and placed it under Gray’s chin gently lifting it so blue eyes met brown. “Do you honestly believe they would actually tell you the truth. I thought you were smarter than that Gray.” The hero tried to respond but found his breath alluded him.

Alec reluctantly stood up and moved back to his point on the console, unwilling to monologue to his former friend. Was friend the right thing to call what they’d once been, what they still yearned to be. Even if Gray hadn’t pieced together why he had been sent on this particular mission Alec had, it was all a test A test to see how far Alec would go, and how loyal Gray was, Bastards. Alec thought to himself.

“What do you want?” The voice snapped Alec from his musings. He looked to see his flannel-clad captive looking up at him. Alec looked up to be hit with an onslaught of blue-eyed concern from Gray.

“Come again?”

“What do you want Alec? If you could grant your own wish what would it be?”

“I… I’d do it over again. I wouldn’t go to them, I’d stay with you.” A tear dripped from Alec’s chin and onto the silver console. “But that can’t happen, I can’t grant my own wish. You know that Ash.” It was rare for Anyone to use Gray’s real name, the codenames they chose when the two joined the order erased their names from the history books. Alec was the only one who even knew Gray’s real name, and Gray Alec’s.

“Do you know what my wish is?” Gray’s voice was soft.

“I don’t care, this will all be over in a few minutes anyway.” Gray flinched at the harshness in Alec’s voice.

“Humor me.”

“Fine.”

“My wish is that you and I got our happy childhoods. Together.”

The realization hit Alec like a truck. He stopped fidgeting with the dials and turned towards Gray his coattails swishing behind him.

“Do not toy with my Ash, you get one wish. One.” he held up a finger to emphasize. “Is this your true wish, the one you really want from the bottom of your heart. There will be no coming back from this.”

“I’m sure.”

Alec walked over to Gray and kneeled down. Slowly he put one hand on the hero’s chest and the other on the back of his head. Gray’s breath caught, it had been a long time since he and Alec had been this close. Alec gently pulled Grays head towards his own, stopping once their foreheads touched. Alec’s messy black hair contrasted with Gray's dirty blonde. Shining tears of relief glided down Alec’s cheek as he muttered the ancient words taught to him by the monsters he used to call family.

Light began emanating from a circle between the two of them, and it got brighter and brighter until everything around them became engulfed in light that rivaled the rays of the sun. Before the light became all-consuming Alec muttered one phrase.

“Thank you mon amour.”

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A Quick Meeting Part 4?

Damian’s an exchange student in Paris taking it easy until an Akuma attacks and he gets to meet ladybug. -----------------------------------------

Ok before everyone starts pancking: I am Emu-Lumberjack I just decided to create a Sideblog for all my writing so that way those who follow me exclusively for that don’t have to deal with the chaos that is my main blog

also I’m sorry it’s taken so long to post this but just between school and work and school and just general exhaustion it’s been hard for me to write.

and as always all credit to the Au goes to @ozmav

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“I don’t suppose I could bribe you to drop the matter.” Damian said sitting down in Tim’s office. He and Ladybug were situated next to each other while Tim was on the other side of the desk.

“Nope.” He turned to Ladybug, “I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself, making sure Damian didn’t disappear and all that. Anyway I’m Tim Drake, Co-Ceo of Wayne enterprises and Damians older brother.”

Ladybug turned to Damian and quietly said, “So does everyone in your family constantly talk like they’re trying to impress a victorian lord?” Damian snorted. Tim, unable to hear what she just said, looked to the two agape.

“At least I have a reason.” Damian responded, this time loudly enough for his elder brother to hear. “Anyway Tim is in CEO mode right now, which is pretty rare. Usually he’s a bumbling zombie dependent on coffee to function. In fact I remember one time when Dick took the last cup he----”

“I’d suggest stopping right there or I’ll tell her about the batcow incident.” Tim interrupted.

“Did you just say batcow? Because I understand each of those words separately.” Ladybug said, and even though her mask still concealed half her face Damian could tell she was really confused.

“Don’t ask. Just don’t.” Damian said quietly.

“Anyway. I never caught your name and considering the fact that your in a mask I assume you’re a hero. Which is surprising because none of us knew Paris had heroes.” Tim cut the two of them off before more could be said.

“Yes that’s becoming a common theme I’m finding,” Marinette began. “My name is Ladybug in the mask. I have a partner, Chat Noir, but he’s currently indisposed, something about paint in his hair.” Damian stifled a laugh as Marinette continued, “We have been operating out of Paris for the last few years, early on we tried contacting the Justice league but Green Lantern told us not to prank call him.”

“Oh did he now.” Tim said, leaning his head forward.

“Yes he did. Thankfully my power allows me to reverse all damage done during a fight. Including any lives lost or monuments destroyed.”

“That sounds like a very useful power. I'm sure that the heroes of Gotham would love to work with you.” There was a twinkle in his eye that Damian knew meant Tim was concocting some scheme. He was about to jump in, but Marinette got there first.

“Yes I’m sure you would but the issue is we currently have our hands full here although from what Damian told me you guys sound much more fun to work with. At least the villains have better costumes.”

Tim noting her wording turned to Damian, “Did you tell her the family secret? You know what Alfred will do if he finds out.”

Damian smirked “I’m not an idiot Drake this was all her. She could rival you for deductive reasoning.” Marinette just sat there looking innocent.

“Well that explains why the two of you were sneaking around together, Ladybug should I assume Damian knows your identity as well?”

“Yep.”

“Well this is going to be a nightmare. But this just means I can formally invite you to Gotham at least. Ha just leave it to the Ice Prince to leak the identity on his first civilian trip abroad.” Tim leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

“Actually it was you guys who tipped me off.”

Tim suddenly opened his eyes and looked her straight in the eyes. “Come again.”

“Well it was the fact that no one had spied Robin around Batman while Damian was in France. Then the fact that you were patrolling rather than him tipped me off that Robin might be on a vacation..” Tim just face palmed.

“Of course that would happen, how did we not see it coming.” He muttered to himself. “Wait, that begs another question: how did you two meet.”

Damian blushed and before Ladybug could respond he said “not important, there was an akuma. Now do you need anything else.”

“Actually yeah. Ladybug you mentioned the video you sent to Green Lantern, well Batman found it and wanted us to investigate. He didn’t know Green Lantern had seen it or otherwise he’d be on his way back to Ooa healing from a scolding from Alfred. Dick and Jason wanted to come but Bruce needed someone he could send discreetly and who better than the Co-CEO of Wayne industries who could just be checking up on the Paris branch.” Ladybug was impressed by the scheming having Dick Greyson or Jason Todd come in would stir up villain or media activity but Tim the third son wouldn’t.

“Well if you want we can meet up with my partner later and you can formulate a list of questions. Plus it seems you and Damian have some catching up to do.”

“There was a reason I came to Paris Ladybug. Being forced to talk to Tim was not one of them.” Damian made to leave only for a yoyo to catch his leg. Ladybug smirked at him. “Maybe a five minute chat couldn’t hurt anyone. Family reunion and all that.”

“Great then as long as everyones in agreement I can set up a time with chat later this evening for all of us to talk things through and get a strategy in place.”

“Are you sure about this having the league involved is going to cause a lot of chaos and even more dangerous villains could target Paris.”

“Tim I have dealt with so much crap the last couple of years that at this point I will take Darkseid over Lila…… Oh crap. We forgot about Lila.” Marinette looked at Damian who was coming to the same realization she was. He called out Lila in the bakery, and outed himself as a Wayne.

“Do I want to know?” Tim said rubbing his temples. He did not miss highschool.

“Lets just say school tomorrow’s going to be interesting, and I think we’re going to have to put the meeting on hold till after it. Ladybug and I are going to need to deal with school tomorrow, and caffeine isn’t gonna cut it.” Damian said.

“Then again if we aren’t lucid tomorrow might not be so bad….” Marinette began

“Do not even finish that, you even more than me need sleep. Between fashion, school and heroing you function off an hour.”

“You.. have a point. I’ll brief Chat on the situation on my way home. In the meantime I’ll leave you too to the brotherly bonding I’m sure you need.” she pulled her yoyo from her pocket, “See you tomorrow Damian, and whatever plan you hatch up make sure nit doesn’t include killing anyone.”

“Goodnight Ma--- Ladybug. And no promises.” The boy caught himself before revealing Ladybug's identity. She gave him the look of ‘don’t fuck up my secret identity bird boy’ before jumping out the window to run from rooftop to rooftop.

“So. how long have you had a crush on her.” Tim pulled Damians attention, and Damian was sudden;y very glad he had said nothing about not killing his brother.

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“Do you think they’ll actually help this time?” Chat’s voice rang over the phone, Marinette had stopped behind one of the chimneys to talk to him in private.

“I don’t know, at least now they are actually considering it rather than just brushing us off as children.” Marinette was tired but they needed to have this chat now, there wouldn’t be any chance to in class tomorrow.

“Yeah, just don’t get your hopes up. They left us to fend for ourselves for 3 years and are only doing this now because of Damian if you didn’t know him then none of this would’ve happened.

“Ok but why does that matter that it’s Damian? They could’ve been doing it because of Jon too.”

“Oh please, you're more dense than our class sometimes. Jon would’ve noted it then forgotten to tell someone, but Damian told Batman right away. Why do you think he did that?”

“Chat I am too tired for this.” Marinette could feel Adrien facepalming through the phone.

“Oh I am not spelling this out for you, this time you get to figure it out yourself.”

“Fine. but next time you need help on your calc homework don’t come running to me.” Marinette hung up on him and made her way home. The parisian streets were nice and quiet for her, no akuma meant maybe another hour of sleep.

Once she was out of the suit she let Tikki rest and got right to work on the new piece she was making for Jagged, he wanted to somehow have the score of his newest piece sewn onto the pants for his next concert, and she had to brainstorm.

Twenty minutes went by.

Then an hour.

Then two.

Finally she put up her pencil and put on her pajamas, as she was falling asleep Adriens words kept replaying in her head, and the meaning slammed into her like a truck. Pulling out her phone she sent one message.

Oh fuck off

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Introducing myself

Hello I’m posting all my writing here. This includes all my school writing projects of which this is my first. So here’s me introducing myself!

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Her arms were covered in ice cream as she walked out of work, thankfully they were able to close early and she didn’t have to work in the morning. She did really enjoy some parts of her job. The people were generally very nice and sometimes she even met some pretty kind and cool customers. Granted the nights where there are parties that take over the entire restaurant are a little much for her, but they are few and far between. The nights where they close early are her favorites as she gets to leave a little earlier and sleep a little longer.

The night sky was cloudless which meant she had her eyes glued up to the stars, thanks to all the light pollution from the city it was rare for her to see a lot of them at once. Still, on those cloudless days, she got to see enough to feed her amazement, if only for a few hours. Stars had always fascinated her the thought that thousands of lightyears away there could be someone out there living a completely different life in a completely different world excited her. Her hazel eyes always sparkled with joy when talking about the universe, a type of joy not usually seen in them.

She was so engrossed in looking up she forgot to look where she was going, and almost walked into her own car. Every time! She thought to herself as she refocused her mind to earth. Sitting down she turned on the engine and immediately opened the sunroof and her window, the air inside her job was static and stale. The exact opposite of the cool night air. The drive home in and of itself for her was not long, though she still played music softly so as to not disturb those sleeping in the houses along the way.

As she stepped into the door of her house she heard nails clicking and clacking along hardwood, which meant her dog had realized who had come home. He sleepy ran down the stairs excited one of his favorite humans was home, his grey tail wagging hard.

“Hi Z!” she said with a high voice one she reserves for him alone, he just wagged his tail harder as she sat down on the floor. He started sniffing her face eager for the new smells. She, in turn, was giving him lots of pets, she missed him too, he was only seven months old and she’d only had him for five of those months but it didn’t matter. He had already won her heart. The puppy got his fill of scent and calmed down happy she was home, but ready to return to sleep. Wearily she climbed the stairs after him, she was longing for a nice warm shower and her comfortable bed.

Ten minutes later and she had her wetted dirty blonde hair tied back, the pink made her ends look darker than they actually were. She was curled up under her covers, as her room was perpetually cold, scrolling along her phone to see what she missed from the last few hours. She noticed immediately her mom had tried to call her I’ll have to call her back tomorrow, the girl thought to herself. It was nearing midnight and her mother was sure to be asleep by now. The worksheets she had procrastinated doing sat on her desk, done quickly before she left for work mere hours earlier. Worksheets that are due once she gets up.

Her white walls were covered by spiderman prints with mini funko pops and Dalek figurines covering her desk. Opposite her bed stood a bisexual pride flag. The blue and purple disappearing into the night. She was comfortable in her room’s familiarity, so she slept.

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