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libraryofgage · 4 months

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A Hop, a Skip, and a TARDIS Jump

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two (on the way!) Harley Quinn One 10th Doctor and Rose One (you're here!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz)

I know it says 10Rose up there, but this series starts with 9Rose, because 9 is also special blorbo in my heart hfjdks Christopher Eccleston didn't have to put his whole chest into the role but he did and I love that for him

Anyway, have fun with this one! We're getting time travel shenanigans coming up (and angst, def some angst, but it'll end sweet I promise), and a little meme at the end

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't :)

Satellite Five 200,000

Running into the woman was an accident created by the chaos of something changing on Satellite Five. Steve doesn't know what that is, exactly, but he can feel it in the air, in the way the humans around him have started rushing, in how the food stands have suddenly ground to a halt. And he comes to a halt with them, his hearts speeding up in his chest as the frenzy reminds him of another time, another planet, another chaotic scene that ended with him being launched across time and space while his home died.

When he finally gathers his wits enough to move, he turns right into a woman's leg, bumping his nose hard against her and falling to the ground with a startled cry. He holds his nose, the bridge smarting and causing his eyes to water as he looks up at a pretty young blonde woman who immediately crouches in front of him.

"Sorry about that. You all right?" she asks, her hands hovering in the air like she wants to check him for injuries but doesn't want to make him uncomfortable.

The funny thing is, Steve has seen this woman before. He saw her earlier in the day, getting into the elevator with a journalist and a man, and he assumed he'd never see her again. Nobody who got in the elevator came back. He's so overwhelmed by the shock of seeing her again that he almost misses the familiar aura around her, the lingering traces of golden space dust and passing time.

Almost.

He stares at her with wide eyes, his tears actually falling now, and then throws himself into her arms. "What took so long?!" he cries, clinging to her shirt like he'll be thrown across time and space one more time if he lets go.

"Woah, hey now, no need for crying," she says, utterly confused but gently smoothing down his hair anyway. "What's wrong?"

After taking a few moments to calm down, Steve starts to answer when he realizes something. The woman only has one heart. He can only hear one set of beats in her chest. He jerks away, his hands trembling as he stares at her. She's still covered in that familiar aura, practically swimming in it, but she's not like him.

It hurts. Steve can feel the bitter cold of disappointment replacing the hope that had started to grow between his hearts. He thought...he thought he'd get to be with someone like him again. Maybe not his original family---they're dead, long gone, and Steve is never getting them back---but a new one that wouldn't let him feel quite so alone anymore.

Maybe she was just injured. That would explain it well enough.

"Where....where's your second heart?" he asks, his voice small as he grips the hem of his shirt to steady himself. "Y-you...why do you--"

Before Steve can get the rest of the question, a man in a leather jacket, looking slightly annoyed as he checks his pockets, appears next to the woman. "Right then. C'mon, Rose, we got dead weight to drop off," he says, his tone hard.

The woman, Rose, looks up at him. "Hold on a minute, Doctor," she says, "we've got to help him find his parents first."

Steve opens his mouth, wanting to say that won't be possible, as he looks up at the man. Their eyes meet, and the words get stuck in his throat. If Rose carried lingering space dust and passing time, this man is made of it. Steve can see the gold around him, swirling and calling, singing in a way he'd forgotten about. Even the name is familiar---not that Steve knows this particular Time Lord, of course, but he knows the conventions and traditions.

"I'm afraid that'll be impossible, Rose," the Doctor says, his voice softer and full of disbelief as he crouches next to her on the ground.

"What? How do you know?"

The Doctor doesn't answer her. He just holds a hand out to Steve, waiting patiently. When Steve takes it, the world finally rights itself. He can feel the blood pumping through the Doctor's veins, fast and powerful in a way only two hearts can manage. He can practically taste time and space coating his tongue as he steps closer. When Steve places his hand on the left side of the man's chest, feeling the beating of one heart before sliding his hand over to feel the other, he cries even harder than before.

And the Doctor cries, too.

It's not a loud crying, but he pulls Steve into his arms and holds him with the same desperation and fear that he'll disappear if he loosens his grip that Steve felt when he hugged Rose. "I thought...I thought I was the only one left," the Doctor says, moving his hand to cradle the back of Steve's head.

"Doctor, what's going on here?" Rose asks.

Steve peeks out at her, and then he's lifted into the air, still held in the Doctor's arms. His jacket smells like the past and future, a soothing scent that gets Steve to relax like he hasn't in a long time. "Long story short," the Doctor says, his voice still rough from crying but recovering, "you somehow bumped into the only Time Lord child in existence." A few moments pass before he speaks again, the smile and awe clear in his voice as he says, "You're just fantastic, Rose. Fantastic."

Despite his best efforts, Steve can't keep his eyes open long enough to see how she reacts or what the Doctor does next. The exhaustion of fending for himself and pushing away the despair of losing everything sweeps over him. This could all be a dream, and the Doctor might be a figment of his imagination that disappears when he wakes up, but Steve lets himself dream for now.

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Hawkins, Indiana, 1971

"Okay, Steve, go ahead."

Steve glances up at his father, shifts his gaze to his mother, and then approaches the console. He reaches up and starts turning a dial, ignoring his mother's excited noise and his father's interested hum. Once he's turned it enough, he walks around the console and pulls a lever, flips a switch, and yanks another dial two notches to the right. Then, when he's sure his parents can't hear him, he leans in close and whispers, "Take me wherever you'd like me to be, TARDIS."

He feels something warm and happy surge under his fingers where he's holding the console. Not a second later, the familiar whooshing sound of the TARDIS fills the room, and Steve hang on for dear life as his father shouts, "Fantastic! Where do you think we'll land, Rose?"

"Somewhere child-friendly, hopefully," his mother replies, grabbing his father's arm and holding on for dear life.

Steve grins, his hearts beating fast and hard behind his ribs as the TARDIS slowly comes to a stop, its engine quieting to a gentle whirring as it parks. "Go on then," his father says, appearing behind Steve and nudging him to the doors. "See where you've brought us."

With his breath stuck in his throat, Steve slowly pulls the left door open. Sunlight streams into the TARDIS along with the delighted shrieks of other children and a warm wind that can only mean summer. Steve blinks, staring at the playground a few feet away.

"Oh," his father says, his tone duller than before, "seems boring."

This statement is followed by both the TARDIS making an offended noise and Steve's mother smacking his father in the chest. "Don't be rude! Boring is safe, which is good for Steve's first drive."

"Can...can I go play?" Steve asks, his voice soft as he feels a sudden longing sweeping through him. He hasn't played with people his age after leaving Gallifrey. In fact, he hasn't been around them. On Satellite Five, Steve didn't see other children. They were cared for on a different floor, and he never risked getting into the elevator.

Since leaving Satellite Five (since finding another Time Lord and basking in the TARDIS and crying together when Steve accidentally called the Doctor "Dad" and Rose "Mom"), Steve has been surrounded by Daleks and nanogenes and older humans and every alien under the sun, but he's never been around children.

The thought is exhilarating and terrifying and alluring all at once.

"Of course, Steve," his mother says, placing her hand on his head and brushing a few stray hairs from his face. "You go play, and we'll call you back in a few hours for some ice cream, yeah?"

Steve grins and nods eagerly, throwing a quick goodbye to his parents before running out of the TARDIS. He dashes across the street, coming to the edge of the playground before stopping. The grass turns into tiny rocks and pebbles beneath slides and swings and monkey bars and a merry-go-round. And kids. More kids than Steve really knows what to do with, which gives him an unfamiliar feeling of anxiety that makes him wipe his palms on his shirt.

"Hey, why are you just standing there?"

The question is asked by another boy Steve's age. His hair is a little frizzy and curls around his ears, and he's got band-aids covering his arms and stretching across the bridge of his nose. He's standing to Steve's left, holding a red rubber ball and ignoring the other kids around them.

"I've...never been here before," Steve says, meaning that he's never been in this situation.

The boy doesn't understand that, though. But when he says, "Oh, so you're new around here," Steve doesn't disagree. "Well, nice to meetcha. I'm Eddie."

He shifts to hold the ball against his chest with one arm and holds out his other hand. Taking it and shaking once, Steve introduces himself and asks, "Can we be friends?"

Eddie's eyes brighten, and he nods. "Yeah! Let's be bestest friends. Can I call you Stevie? Mom says you can give nicknames to friends."

"Sure! So, uh, what do we do now?"

Eddie pauses, looking at the playground with a slight frown. "We could play games," he says slowly.

"Oh! How about Weeping Angel?"

"What's that?"

Steve thinks for a moment. "Weeping Angels are these statues that move when you don't look at them. In the game, someone will face away, and the other person will start sneaking up on them. If the first person turns, the second has to freeze in place. If the first person sees them move, they lose. If the second person reaches the first and touches them, they win."

"It sounds like Rad Light, Green Light," Eddie says, tilting his head slightly. "But, sure! Let's play it."

Steve smiles brightly and follows Eddie to a clear patch of playground. "I'll be the Angel in this round," he offers, waiting for Eddie to agree before walking a few feet away. "Let me know when you're ready!"

Eddie turns around, still holding the rubber ball, and glances over his shoulder. He stares at Steve for a few seconds before looking away and saying, "Ready!"

As lightly as he can, Steve takes a few steps forward, doing his best to make no sounds like the Weeping Angels he's seen before. When he notices Eddie moving, he freezes, quickly placing his hands over his eyes but leaving enough room to peek between his fingers.

When Eddie turns, he's frozen in a classic Weeping Angel pose. Eddie studies him for a few seconds, eyes narrowed before slowly turning around again. Steve exhales softly, and the game continues.

Steve wins exactly three times, Eddie wins twice, and there's one round in which they both dissolve into laughter because of the position Steve freezes in, so they don't count it. When Eddie gets bored of playing, he introduces Steve to foursquare, which is why he has the rubber ball. When he gets bored of that he drags Steve around the playground, introducing him to each piece of equipment with pride.

By the time the sun has started to dip low on the horizon, Steve is sweaty and dirty and happier than he's ever felt as he hides under the slide with Eddie. They're pressed close together, sharing a popsicle Eddie's mother had given them, purple juice making their hands sticky.

"You're really cool, Stevie," Eddie suddenly says, his lips and tongue purple as he offers the last bit of popsicle to Steve.

After taking it and letting the cold ice melt on his tongue, Steve asks, "Hey, do bestest friends keep secrets that only they know?"

"Of course! Nothing is stronger than a bestest friend secret."

"But you gotta promise not to tell anyone. Not even your mom."

Eddie seems to realize this is serious now, and he straightens up a bit. "I won't," he promises, "cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye."

That seems a bit extreme to Steve, but what does he know of human customs? He leans in close, his mouth almost pressing against Eddie's ear, and whispers, "I'm an alien."

He pulls away in time to see Eddie's disbelieving look. "What? You look human. No way you're an alien."

"I am!" Steve says. "How many hearts have you got?"

"One. Duh."

"I've got two."

Eddie snorts. "Yeah. Right. Nobody has two hearts."

"Here, you can feel them," Steve says before grabbing Eddie's hand and placing it over the left side of his chest. He waits a few seconds, making sure Eddie can feel that heart, before sliding his hand to the right side. He watches Eddie's face turn bright red, and Steve figures it's from excitement or shock at realizing Steve is, in fact, an alien.

Before Eddie can say anything, Steve hears his mother calling, "Steve! It's time to go!"

He pouts, letting go of Eddie's hand. "Aw, man," he mumbles, crawling out from beneath the slide. Eddie scrambles after him, his cheeks still flushed and his eyes wide. "I gotta go now, but I'll see you again soon, Eddie."

"Yeah, soon," Eddie mumbles, seeming dazed until he shakes his head. "Your, um, secret is safe with me, Stevie."

Steve blinks and flashes a blinding smile. "Of course it is," he says, "You're my bestest friend."

With that, he hugs Eddie and then runs to his mother, brimming with excitement at getting to tell her all about the park and Eddie.

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And, finally, a meme for your viewing pleasure:

#steddie #steddie fic #doctor who #doctor who crossover #steddie over time #that's the tag for this one bois #i'm very proud of the little pun there actually #steve harrington #eddie munson #ninth doctor #rose tyler #time lord steve harrington #ninerose #anyway thanks for reading i hope you enjoyed the meme hfdusjk

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zhezhezha · 2 months

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#art #fanart #artists on tumblr #traditional drawing #traditional art #doctor who #doctor who fanart #10th doctor #dr who art #dr who #sam and max fanart #sam and max #freelance police #crossover #doctor who crossover

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timelessstardust99 · 3 months

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❝regeneration❞ | Alastor x time-Lord! reader

(SPOILERS FOR THE END OF SEASON 1 OF HAZBIN HOTEL)

note: this has been stuck in my head for a while, and I know it's random, but I really wanted to write a crossover one shot between HH & DW because I love these two shows so much T-T

Summary: after the battle between the extermination angels and the Hazbin Hotel staff, y/n had thought that all the drama was finally over and she could get back to trying to figure out how to get back to the doctor and their companion... That was the plan, but the universe seemed to have another plan stored for her.

y/n smiled at her friends, feeling relief washed over her as they finally finished constructing the new and improved Hazbin Hotel.She couldn't stop the swelling feeling in her stomach that something else would happen that day, but she had ignored it, continuing her conversation with her friends. If only she could include them as one of her companions, but the universe would never allow that, she doesn't even know why the universe would allow her in hell like this. She wondered if the doctor and his companion were looking for her.

It's been months since she last saw her fellow time-Lord and the human companion he had accompanied them. She had never been fond of humans, or human companions. Their lives were a blink, and they had such evil in their hearts. But after getting to know those human companions of his throughout history, she couldn't help but get attached to their species and their planet. Everything was so fascinating about them, especially when she had gotten sucked into Hell by accident when something had pulled the TARDIS. It was blurry on how they got separated, all she knows is that the two are either lost or are looking for her.

Her teeth grind together as she feels something beneath her skin pulse hard. No, not now. "Uh, hey toots, you okay?" Angel dust asked, which stopped everyone's conversations. y/n looked at them, a golden hue glistening from her skin.

"y/n, you've got, uh something on your skin." Lucifer said, pointing at his face. She stood up from her spot on the stool in front of the bar.

"no. No, no, no, no." y/n said, her body facing her friends. They've never seen a regeneration, they knew she wasn't humans, but the fact that this was how she would end her life, in hell of all places. She looked up at them, fear lacing her features. "No, please, I don't want to go. Not yet, I..." Tears started to stream down her face. Everyone looked at her as her hands started to also glow with the same sparkly golden hue. Alastor's smile strained, watching the person he surprisingly got close to, look at them helplessly.

"what's happening to you?" Charlie asked in a panic, wanting to help, but not understanding what to do. y/n turned around to face the front doors when she heard a voice she hadn't heard since the incident with TORCHWOOD.

"I'm regenerating..." She breathed, watching as a familiar blonde smiled her way. "Rose..." She said, watching the blonde walk up to her slowly.

"uh, who?" Angel spoke, confused.

"the first person to ever see this face. She's in another dimension, with another me. They're happy... She's happy." She watched the blonde raise a hand and put it on her cheek.

"I miss you," Rose whispered, letting her face go and backing up from her slightly.

"I miss you too. I'm sorry I never got the chance to tell you sooner," y/n said sadly, wishing she could actually feel her, but she couldn't. The time-Lord turned back around to her friends, her eyes meeting Alastor's. If there was anyone else she wanted her new face to first see, it would be the Radio Demon.

She held a hand out towards him, walking slowly to him, before stopping, the pain of the regeneration was great. She looked up at the ceiling, her arms now out. "Get back!" She heard someone yell as she screamed in pain, the energy leaving her body as it reshaped her cells into a new person. She didn't want to leave, but it was time. Sometimes, she hated to cheat death.

Once it was over, she leaned forward, gasping for breaths. Something with her voice sounded weird, but she didn't understand it. She grabbed her face and gasped, "oh my God! I'm a man!" y/n exclaimed, surprised with the new regeneration body. His eyes landed onto Alastor, who looked just as shocked as the rest. Never in their lives before death did they ever witness a regeneration. It was all new to them.

y/n walked quickly towards Alastor, which startled him, as he backed away and into the bar, sitting on one of the stools as y/n went between his legs to get a good look at the demon's face. y/n ran his tongue over his teeth, and gasped again, "new teeth! Ha! Now I know how the doctor feels! Hey, you're pretty cute for a dead guy!" y/n looked over Alastor's voice again before getting out of his space. "Boy, am I hungry. You've got apples? I sure do love apples! Honestly, I can never be sure though. New mouth, new rules. Such as, I have to go shopping for some men's clothes. Wow! I haven't done that in years!" He laughed. Though, before anything else could happen, he suddenly felt very sleepy. "Oh, boy, someone better catch me."

"are... Are you gonna faint?" Charlie asked, walking slowly over to the new figure.

"mmm, in about, twelve seconds." He stuck his tongue out. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as he fell forwards, Charlie catching him as the radio demon rushed to them.

"what just happened?" Angel was confused, like all of them.

"I have no idea." Vaggie shook her head with a sigh.

"I think I'm gonna need a drink after this." Husker grumbled, watching as Charlie and Alastor out the newly regenerated y/n on the lobby couch.

"you and me both," Lucifer nodded. Things would only get more interesting from this moment on. Especially with y/n already choosing his own companion, even though they're already dead. But what's the worst that could happen? By definition, he was a God, and he could do anything he wanted. Screw what the universe thinks, he doesn't have to be alone anymore. Sure he had the doctor and the companion, but he never had a companion of his own. Hopefully it'll be more forgiving to him this time.

This is just a one shot, but if anyone wants a continuation from this, I'll be happy to write this whole crossover into a short story, or something. Yes, it's still an Alastor story, and I know he didn't talk in this one shot, I just didn't know what he'd say in this situation, considering it was new for everyone in the hotel.

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mothmanyeetus · 6 months

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It’s time…

**Doctor Who X TF2 Pt. 2**

These are the last of the quotes I was given but I can always find more if you guys want a 3rd part!

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crowdiminico · 1 year

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I was just reading the Doctor Who comic 'Empire of The Wolf' and in some scenes it really felt like this

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ancientfrozenglaciershark · 22 days

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More crossover ! It’s been too long since I’ve drawn Data, so.. more crossover !

gotta draw the Doctor and Data together cause the Doctor would be OBSESSED with him:)

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shades-of-dark-gray · 7 months

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If I had a dollar for every time David Tennant played a genderqueer bazillion year old edgelord who had a hyperfixation on outer space, I would have 2 dollars... but its weird that it happened twice

#crowley #anthony j crowley #good omens #mine #good omens fanart #good omens 2 #angel crowley #aziraphale x crowley #good omens text #good omens fandom #go2 spoilers #go2 #david tennant #doctor who #tenth doctor #good omens x doctor who #doctor who crossover

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arting-block · 1 year

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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 (𝟏) | Eleventh Doctor x MCU!Sorcerer Reader

❝𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?❞

Summary: Something is wrong...very wrong.

Genre: Romance, AU/Crossover

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, heavy cannon divergence for this series as a whole going forward.

Words: 4.5K

Reader: POC friendly, she/her, 24 y/o.

A/N: REPOST since I stupidly uploaded the wrong draft 💀. That post and timeline won't appear. I spent the week editing and I'll get to finalizing the second chapter. Sorry if the plot seems slow, I want to flesh everything out.

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Forces of the universe contort and stretch your atoms mercilessly. Colors, light, and sounds shred your senses until your mind can only process pain. You can discern if you’re traveling up, or down; all you feel is the skin of your flesh searing off. Plasma glides around you, lulling you into its embrace. The sea of cosmic energy passes through your body and your soul eagerly accepts.

Then it stops.

Daring to open your eyes, you are met with a vast, multi-colored plane of existence. White dots of all shapes and sizes surround you, connected by a web of energy. The temperature borders on scalding, but you don’t flinch. You know this place. The edge of your universe.

Being here with a physical body hurts more than you imagined. Sorcerers only come here in astral form. You’ve already reached beyond the limits of your physical universe. You feel movement around you. Space-time distorts and you feel your body being pulled down, down, down—

You hit the ground with a deafening BOOM. The Earth caved under the force of your descent as your body drags a couple of feet into the soil.

The air sizzle around you as you try to open your eyes. Everything’s hot—burning. Your skin barely contains the heat that your blood emits. Power, raw and ancient, boil your veins. It’s all-consuming.

A magic beyond your mortal understanding is now fighting for dominance against your one soul. The pain you feel goes beyond your torn skin and burnt muscles. Your spirit is being burned—decimated.

You try to sit up; gritting your teeth at how stiff your sore muscles are. You notice the lack of feeling in your limbs. Dull pin-pricks trickle around your hands and up your arms as if your limbs went to sleep. You roll to one side and use your forearm and your other palm to push yourself upright. Letting out a shrill cry, you try to command your limbs to move. In the fog of your mind, you think rigor mortis is starting to take place.

Every inch of movement is sharp and painful. Your lungs struggle to keep your breath even as you push up off the ground. You catch a glimpse of how damaged you were. The skin around your arms is peeled and caked with dried blood. Burnt muscles are exposed between the gaps of your exposed dermis. Enchanted sorcerer robes were no match for primordial cosmic energy it seems. The sleeves that would’ve normally protected against magical fires were burnt off.

“Get…up,” you croak weakly. You can’t even curl your fingers around the charred grass beneath you. Your limbs obey no command.

Between the blackened muscles of your hands, you see slivers of multi-colored light. It peaked around the veins of your hands and danced gracefully down your forearms. It was taunting you. The power of five Infinity stones rests in your palms and you cannot even muster the strength to even sit up. They might even be the reason you’re rendered immobile.

You knew one thing for certain: you were alive. Maybe not for long if you keep wallowing on the ground.

Thanos won.

If the pain from your marred arms was debilitating, the realization that you weren’t strong enough to save half of the universe stung worse than any physical wound. The ringing in your ears and the headache are distracting enough to stop you from going down a mental spiral.

Breathe. Stay calm.

Your body shuddered with every shaky inhale. Every little movement caused sharp pains and burning. You feel hot energy bubbling beneath the surface of your skin and you wonder if it’s going to burst.

“Get…up,” you wheezed. Tears started to prick your eyes and your arms were shaking trying to keep your upper body off the ground.

I’m weak. I was never strong enough, to begin with.

Clenching your teeth, you stubbornly command your limbs to move.

Why bother? It’s not like I’ll be much use anyways.

“Please!” your voice is raw and scratchy. It physically pained you to cry as your lungs pressed against your ribs. Your legs tingle but don’t obey.

Don’t listen to those thoughts. Prove them wrong. Get up.

Your arms collapsed under your weight and you slammed your head onto the dirt. All the fight left your body and you feel the metallic taste of blood in your throat.

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An hour passed before the nerves in your body responded to your mind’s command. Every shallow breath sent waves of constant pain emanating from your ribs. You grit your teeth and swallow the searing pain. Stubbornly, you rise from the rubble on shaky, bleeding legs.

The sparks of your nerves and numbness in your hands combine to shield your mind from recent events. Survive now. Think later. Your mind obeyed the command, putting all of its efforts into moving one foot in front of the other. The small crater you found yourself in was shallow enough that you could crawl out of it despite feeling like you were immobile. Everything blurs and your senses dull. Survive, Move, Breathe. You remind yourself the need for oxygen is worth the throbbing in your ribs. The air scratches the worn cords of your vocal folds— mingling with the copper taste of blood.

One foot drags in front of the other. Half stumbling, half dragging, you move your defeated body. You are nothing more than a ghost possessing a long-dead body; desperately clinging onto life as if you have something worth living.

Vines, branches, leaves, and dirt swirl in your vision in a dizzying pattern. Move.

The weight of your sling ring anchors your thoughts. Its cold surface stings against your chaffed skin. Once polished and sturdy was now cracked and brittle. Like your hands, it took the full force of five Infinity Stones; you think it will snap in two with one use.

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A shrill whirring sound accompanied the arrival of The TARDIS. Its blue paint contrasts with the natural landscape of Rwanda. The TARDIS’s doors slam open as The Doctor stumbles outside. Immediately, the humid air makes the clothes on his body stick and his hair damp. The heat though is unnatural. His nose smells of smoke, but no cloud of ash would indicate a fire.

The Doctor is no stranger to odd happenings. Things that don’t quite line up, but come together in a glorious puzzle that only he knows how to solve. Smoke in the air, but no visible fire. Air that seems to simmer when the weather is supposed to be cool in this area. His fingers reach towards his sonic screwdriver and use it to scan the air.

Amy finds the jungle fascinating. Sure, the purple ferns on Pandora are bioluminescent and the waters of Jahroda are hot pink, but she never got a chance to explore Earth’s own biomes. Most of the time they visit Earth it’s either a different period in Europe or her hometown Leadworth. Her sense of adventure heightens the possibility of knowing more about her home planet. Stepping onto moist soil, she notes how rich the greens of the leaves are.

Rory, ever the cautious soul, stands directly beside his wife. Something in his gut told him that an important change will be made. Although he cannot discern if that change is good or bad, it’s a feeling he cannot ignore. He keeps his thoughts to himself, however, not wanting to bring his wife’s mood down. Especially with something as flimsy as a “feeling”.

“Well that’s odd,” The Doctor inspects the findings of his screwdriver. A piece of this puzzle has revealed itself to him: high amounts of CMBR.

Amy looks over The Doctor’s shoulder at the screwdriver, “You gonna elaborate?”

“Cosmic background radiation—CMBR for short. It’s light from the time of the Big Bang which has been stretched as the universe expanded. What’s odd is that CMBR is as cold as -270 degrees celsius! The chemical composition of the air is relatively normal save for a bit of smoke—BUT,” The Doctor whips around to face his companions, “Those compositions don’t explain the heat we’re experiencing right now. The TARDIS says it would be 16 degrees, but in this area, it’s jumped up to 36!”

“But you said CMBR is super cold, how could it heat the air?” Rory tried to follow The Doctor’s rambling.

The Doctor snaps and points his finger directly in Rory’s face, “Why does CMBR—which is known for being cold, heat the air?”

Rory wasn’t amused in the slightest.

“CMBR isn’t always cold?” Amy tentatively asked.

“No,” The Doctor kept his eyes on Rory, but pointed accusingly at Amy, “It’s cold now.”

The implication of his words made the two uneasy.

“You’re saying that the energy from The Big Bang…is here?” Amy tried to piece her limited knowledge of cosmology to whatever nonsense The Doctor is saying.

“BINGO!” The Doctor clapped his hands, happy that Amy caught up to him somewhat.

“Wait—Pause,” Rory pinched the bridge of his nose, “You said radiation, right?”

The Doctor waved dismissively, “Don’t act like you haven’t inhaled toxic fumes in the boiler room of spaceships. The dosage of CMBR right now is far below the lethal limit to kill a human.”

The Doctor says it so nonchalantly that at first glance, it seems he forgot he wasn’t human himself. His choice of words—radiation, dosage, lethal—should send bouts of anxiety inside his human companions. The unknown is a primal fear second to the fear of death.

Rory’s heart beats steadily at The Doctor’s words. Amy’s curiosity eats away at her mind, ready to experience another new adventure with her two favorite people in the universe. Beyond their instincts, their trust in The Doctor had overwritten their biological code. Conditioned by life-threatening events and planet-saving memories, Amy and Rory accept the unknown.

Walking along the crowded terrain, the trio huddles together and observes the frightening wonder that surrounds them. Long, spindly trunks and densely packed leaves block out the harsh Rwandan sun. Dew drops permeate the air, the vines cascade off branches in soft waves, and the sweat of their skin imprints on their minds. The wind is still and sounds are few and far between. Only the sonic screwdriver and The Doctor’s mumbling breaks the natural silence.

It doesn’t take long for them to reach the anomaly. The rapid sounds that come from the screwdriver make both of The Doctor’s hearts leap. His mind already conjured theories on what exactly the anomaly the TARDIS picked up.

A time field was an obvious guess, save for the fact that any rupture in space-time the anomaly caused sewn itself shut. As far as anyone could tell, no rupture occurred in the first place. Time fields would also not cause the rapid appearance of CMBR within the immediate area. Then, there was the anomaly itself. Something—or someone—caused the sudden rift and swiftly sealed it. Another time traveler perhaps? A new piece of alien technology that had yet to be known by The Doctor?

The space between the sonic screwdriver’s beeps became shorter and shorter until it emitted a constant high-pitched whine. The Doctor stopped his movements; his view ahead was obstructed by a conveniently placed curtain of vines.

Anticipation crept up in the trio as they watch The Doctor swat away the vines. Sunlight blinded them for a moment before they laid their eyes on the scene before them.

— — —

Time blurred the moment you tried taking a few steps out of the crater. Your body started to buzz and dots danced along your vision. Quick, fast heartbeats, uneven breathing, and lightheadedness were the only signs that you weren’t going to stay conscious for much longer.

A muffled voice picks up in your fuzzy mind. Were they muffled or did your hearing fail you? You vaguely feel your body slump to the ground. A pair of arms grab you. You existed outside of your body. Any feeling you possessed faded, leaving you to watch as people drag you off the ground. You were lifted and your arms were slung around two shoulders. Panicked voices barely registered.

Slowly, the voices were overpowered by ringing in your ears and your pounding heart. The black in your vision grows larger until you feel the weight of your eyelids dropping. Your mind bears no thought as you slip out of consciousness.

— — —

You have a close relationship with pain and all of its forms. You’ve been subjected to the universe’s worse foes and clawed your way to victory. Bones have been broken, and blood—both yours and otherwise—had been shed. Parts of you have been lost and you gained more armor to guard your weakest points. When you crashed into the jungle, it was undoubtedly the worst your body had been subjected to.

The pain in your shoulders rudely snaps you back into the waking world. First, you feel the burning soreness in your upper back. It traveled all over in the form of stinging and aching. You audibly groan as you shifted in your bed.

The cot let out an audible squeak as you swung your legs over the edge. Aches and pains made you stiff in your movements. The metal floor sent a cold sting to your feet as you tried to stand.

Glowing orange walls surrounded the expansive room and gave an ambiance. The whole structure of the walls and vents that decorate the walls seemed to be a campy alien spaceship from a movie in the 90s. The ceiling had large air ducts, circular tubes, and multi-colored wires jutting out. A metal sink and mirror were situated on the other side of the room. Between you and the sink was a metal table with multiple shelves. On each shelf were bottles of disinfectant, medical tools, and vials with substances that glowed.

You inhaled deeply, ignoring the sharp pain from your lungs expanding, and used the wall to guide you to the sink and mirror. Your joints creaked painfully and your steps were uneven. Half shuffling, half limping you pushed your aching body. Breathe, you had to remind yourself. When approaching the sink, you grabbed the edge of the counter. The arch of your feet was sore and your knees ached in protest.

The first glimpse of your reflection made your heart jump to your throat. Your eyes snag on the numerous discolored patches of swollen skin. Your cheekbones and jaw were various shades of black and blue. Between the bruises were bandaged stitches crisscrossing irritated skin. Whatever small cuts that were too small for stitches were scabbed over in a dark red crust. The smaller cuts decorated the marred skin down your neck and—you assumed—underneath the white shirt. When you shifted closer, you saw a haunting ghost staring back. Despite how the sight of your face left you sick, you couldn’t move your eyes away. Lifting your head around, you let your eyes capture every new gash and bruise. 24 cuts. 7 of those had stitches. 4 large bruises.

“You’re supposed to be on bed rest,” an accented voice cuts through your thoughts.

You whip your head around to meet the stranger. Were you so caught in your thoughts you failed to hear his footsteps?

The man was a few paces ahead of you. Brown hair framed his boyish features. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his brown tweed jacket. He stood leisurely, but his eyes analyzed every movement of your face. It wasn’t curiosity. He was cautious.

Whatever moisture was left in your swollen throat dried up at his stare. The cracked skin on your lips stretched painfully as you forced a few words out, “Who are you?”

“I’m The Doctor,” he says simply. As if it was a simple truth of the world.

“Did you stitch me up? No offense, but…You don’t look like any medical professional,” you mumbled. More accurately, he didn’t remind you of Stephen. The Doctor lacked the crisp demeanor and commanding aura that Stephen possessed. If anything, the man in front of you looked more like an English professor than a medical doctor.

“Why yes, I did! Are you in pain? No itching, fever, aches?” he stepped closer to get a better view. His hands were clasped loosely in front of him and he had to bend slightly to get to your eye level.

“No, none of that. Where exactly…” you trailed off looking at the room around you.

The Doctor seemed to understand what you intended to ask, “Ah, well you’re safe first and foremost. We’re in space and while the chances of encountering other life aren’t zero, it’s safer than where we were on Earth.”

His words threw you in a loop. Space? Taking a good look around the room, you would expect this place to be a cafe at Tomorrowland, not a spacecraft. It didn’t look like any of the alien spaceships you’ve encountered. Back home, ships were sleek and minimal with neutral colors. Even flashy party ships made 100 years ago still had a level of pristine that wasn’t reflected in the room you were in.

Your heartbeat started to rise; pieces of a puzzle started coming together. You were in another universe. That in of itself isn’t hard to believe and you’ve had your fair share of multiversal adventures in the past decade. Something was wrong. Fundamentally wrong. Beyond the torn muscles and barely-functioning organs, you felt the unease deep in your soul.

“How did you find me?”

“Who didn’t find you is the real question,” The Doctor dug his hand into his pocket and retrieved a strange cylindrical device. Clicking a button, the tool let out a high-pitched whine and he used it to scan your upper chest area, “A rip in space-time, though not normal, wasn’t anything to write home about. What did catch my eye was the amount of CMBR lingering in the impact area. Practically every fleet within a few hundred light years and a working broadcaster would pick up the radiation. ”

“Cosmic background radiation? From the hole in space-time?”

“Not exactly,” the device stopped ringing and The Doctor looked at a window on the side of it, “In fact…it came from you.”

You scoffed at his accusation. When you met his deadpan expression, your smile dropped.

“Oh, you’re being serious. Like…Radiation from the Big Bang inside my body…Right now?”

“For some reason, your body is keeping it stable and housing it within your veins and muscles. When we moved you from the crash sight, your body seemed to absorb any leftover radiation from the clothes on my body and in the air.”

Looking down at your wrapped hands, you see the split skin around the skin of your fingers. A thick layer of scabs prevented you from seeing the muscle underneath. You could feel the stones’ powers weaving between your fingers and down your arm. Your nerves were too numb to determine if the heat of the magic hurt or warmed you. Everything felt static.

“Listen to me (Y/N), I need you to—”

The Doctor’s words died when he saw you back away immediately.

“I didn’t tell you my name,” your voice wavered.

Sensing the change in your mood, he brought his hands up, “It was in your wallet—”

“Wallet? Y-You have my wallet? You went through my robes?”

Your robes were your pride and joy. For four years you intricately stitched runes into the inside fabric, seams, and the lining of your pockets. Layers of protection interlocked and knotted together to not only make the pockets seemingly disappear when you’re not wearing it but were physically incapable of opening up when it was off your body. It would take years to even get rid of the knotted magical energies before you could even begin to undo your runes. You made sure of that.

The Doctor dug into his jacket pocket before revealing a familiar rose-colored rectangle. Before he held it out toward you, you snatched it from his hand. Flipping it open, you were horrified to see the black-and-white image of your driver’s license. Your pocket change, gift cards, and stacks of talismans were still where you left them. Without a doubt, you were holding your wallet in your hands. Everything from the frayed ends to the scratches of the leather was the exact same.

Not even Wong had the ability to break your runes. Three hundred and forty-one runes, thirty-five charms, and twenty curses. Yet some wimpy Englishman with no eyebrows seemingly had the skill needed to break down your life’s work.

I don’t know whether to be mad or impressed.

“How the fuck did you break them? The runes, the curses—How the fuck did that happen?” you gawked at the items in your hand.

The Doctor had his hands up and backed up slowly to gain distance from you, “You were bleeding! We had to remove your clothes and hoped we could identify you.”

“And the wallet fell out?”

“Yes! I swear,” fear was evident on his face. His words slightly wobbled and his breaths were quick.

He tells the truth.

Your body had a way of connecting with others subconsciously. It wasn’t telepathy or some magical spell. It is a primal instinct. Fear, truths, and lies crackled in the air and your body could sense the change. The Doctor’s words didn’t leave an ache in your gut or a tingle down your spine. Anxiety pooled in your stomach, taking root and branching outwards.

When placing runes, one must embed power into them. Eldritch magic drew power from external dimensions and those energies expanded into the greater multiverse. No matter where you were, those energies should feed into the runes and power them.

Unless…

“Who protects Earth from external threats?” you tried to keep your voice even.

The Doctor narrowed his eyes at you, “Depends on the threat. Not to toot my own horn, but I have been the one to stop many of the otherworldly threats that plague our universe.”

“The Avengers? S.H.I.E.L.D.? Guardians of the Galaxy?”

“Nope, never heard of ‘em. Sounds like cool band names wouldn’t you think?” The Doctor gave a small, cheeky smile.

“Iron Man? Spider-Man? The Sorcerer Supreme? Do none of those names ring a bell?”

“No—Wait, what exactly are you asking for?”

“Are you seriously telling me that you—” you point your finger at his face, “ —are the sole protector of Earth?”

The Doctor straightened his jacket and gave a pleased look, “Well when you put it that way. Of course, I’m not the only one. You’ve probably heard of them, uh…U.N.I.T. and Torchwood? They’re Earth’s protectors against extraterrestrial threats.”

“What about mystical ones?”

“Mystical? Why on Earth would you need to—oh. I see it now.”

Hope bloomed in your chest. Maybe it has been a while since he’s seen Earth. You weren’t crazy, something in this universe must mirror your own. Maybe it was a niche superhero or maybe he knew someone who—

“You’re a Sporgatuu. Explains the weird robes and odd questions. Look, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. The answer is, no! I will not join your stupid lil’ club no matter how many women you send!”

You gaped him. Is he seriously accusing you of being a missionary?

“I mean c’mon! After 2 thousand years you still believe in fairy—”

“Multiverses! Do you know anything about the multiverse?”

The Doctor scoffed at your question, “Again with the ol’ multiverse nonsense. When will you learn that our timeline is a fixed one? If so much as a single alternate universe was created, it could greatly distort our reality and cause everything to collapse in on itself!”

“I am from an alternate multiverse! You said I had CMBR in my body. It was because I came from a universe where I accidentally absorbed the physical energies of our universe and…Uh, unknowingly came here. I-I just assumed that the properties of your universe would be close to mine.”

You let out a shaky breath. In the span of a few minutes, you’re entire worldview came crashing down in one single blow. Never, in the years you’ve been a sorcerer traveling the multiverse and higher dimensions alike, had you encountered a universe where the fate of humanity rested on a goddamn Englishman. In almost every parallel universe there existed at least a group of like-minded powerful protectors. Most universes had a Sorcerer Supreme, Avengers, or The Illuminati. With the magical energies residing within the universe, it guaranteed that every single universe had magical protectors of some kind.

The Doctor’s eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape as he tried to process your words. The silence that enveloped you amplified the thoughts swarming in your head. You started to pick at the edge of the gauze around your palms trying to keep yourself calm. Breathe. In and out.

“This is ridiculous. You seriously believe in alternate timelines?” The Doctor ran a hand through his hair.

“I don’t know what rock you’ve been living under. Unless you got a better theory on how I acquired numerous burn marks and radiation, I’m going to find a way back home. If you’re not gonna help me then just give me my clothes and stuff. I’ll be out of your hair.”

“No, absolutely not. I mean this with all due respect, but you’re a mess. When we found you, you were a writhing, bloody mess.”

You rubbed your face and let out a deep groan, “I don’t have time for this. Seriously, if you’re not going to help I’ll grab my stuff and leave. With or without your permission.”

Turning away, you start to walk away and toward the entrance of the room. You only made it a few paces before a hand gently grabbed your wrist, stopping your advancement. Turning your head over your shoulder, you meet The Doctor’s worried face.

He looked stuck in thought. Striking green eyes flittered between yours and around your face. You didn’t dare move a muscle.

“Prove it,” his voice is above a whisper, but there is intent behind his words, “Prove that your universe exists. If what you’re saying is true, I will help you get back home. In the meantime, you’re going to have to stay here until you’re fully healed. There’s a chance your body would reject the radiation.”

If what he said about your robes were true, and the fact that seemingly none of your allies existed in this world, Eldritch magic wouldn’t be possible. You feel it in the stagnant air around you. Beyond the humming of machinery and electricity flowing between circuits, the void of space is dead. Back home, energies were a powerful current that you could barely control. An ocean of power that could drown you if you did not respect it. The universe you crashed into is empty and cold.

“And if I can’t?” you clenched your hand to keep your voice steady.

The Doctor smiled, “Then you’ll have to stick by for a while.”

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Borrowed Magic: Lost in Flight

There's something out of place in Wellwood forest, and a mismatched pair of someones chasing after it.

Bowman Leafwing wouldn't be the patrolsprite he is if he didn't investigate. It's hardly his fault that it leads to a much bigger adventure than he anticipated!

How could he plan ahead for travel through time and space?

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"TimePony Victorious."

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"Time & the Trickster" A Loki/Doctor Who crossover

by ijuststareatstuffhereok89

Prologue: The Stone

The Loom is breaking. The Timelines are in chaos at the TVA. Just as Loki realizes he may have to sacrifice himself, O.B. offers one last Hail Mary that may spare his rueful fate...until it shoots him across time and space instead, to the most Norn-forsaken place imaginable: Syracuse, New York.

CHAPTER WARNING: violence toward our poor Loki

MASTERLIST

Time Variance Authority Outside of Time and Space No Time and Every Time, AM and PM

It was as if Loki was gazing at a gallows, just waiting for him on the other side of the door. A gallows just for him.

An abstract gallows, to be sure, one snarled and twisted by the fraying timelines. The Loom wasn’t going to hold them much longer. Victor Timely’s tens of repeated failures had yielded no progress. Loki had just finished spending centuries’ worth of time jumps learning everything he could about time, physics, and metaphysics. It all came to nothing but false hope.

Zapping his way back to Point A one last time, he knew what was needed. Only a God could survive in the temporal void long enough to reach the branches and save them. That left one of two people in the room with the ability.

Loki knew now that Sylvie would never see reason. The parts of ‘a Loki’ that were driven by self-preservation were too strong in her. Perhaps one day, after centuries behind that fast food counter, she’d have a moment of clarity. But reality couldn’t wait for that to happen. Even in the repeated attempts to calm her bloodlust in the Citadel there had been in no change in her resolve. Sylvie was lost, but pity would come later, after Loki took the glorious burden upon himself to save the universe.

I can keep the timelines stable as long as I keep my hands on them…at all times. For all time.

It was the single worst case of irony that reality had ever known, or at least that Loki in his thousands of years of travels had never known: that only now he would be getting a throne. The Throne of Time awaited him, only instead of eternal glory, it would bring him eternal imprisonment, forced to watch the eons pass by as if each were a vignette on a stage. He would have to watch Mobius die, as well as Sylvie and OB and everyone. Even Thor, for no creature was truly immortal. He would have to stand by as all of consciousness fell back into the void of death and rebirth at the end of it all.

And indeed, at the End of Time, where would he be?

After one final look around the room, everyone looking back at him with expectant apprehension, Loki took in one deep breath and began his march to the Loom. He felt a solid hand on his shoulder, and didn’t need to turn to know it was Mobius.

“What the SHIT are you doing?” he whispered frantically.

Looking into his worried eyes, Loki felt a stabbing pain in his chest. If only we’d met somewhere else, you brilliant man, I would’ve shown you the world.

"I know what kind of God I need to be. For you. For all of us,” he said, his voice faltering in spite of his wish that he sounded more sure.

“Wait!! I have one more idea! Look!”

Loki looked back beyond Mobius and Sylvie. OB was running back from somewhere he’d slipped away to. No one had even noticed that he’d left the room. He carried two small pebbles in his hand that to the unknowing witness would look like two small pieces of emerald, or perhaps tinted glass.

He was closer to Sylvie, so he pulled out her hand first, placing one of the dead Time Stones in it. It began to glow softly, a dull gray-ish green. The light was pulsing weakly, but it was clear that something in her skin was activating the time magic within the stone.

“Loki! Catch!” OB said quickly, tossing the stone at Loki, whose godlike reflexes caught the dangerous relic with ease. It also glowed green upon touch, only a much brighter, indisputable forest green.

“How is that possible?” asked Mobius. “How did we never think of that?”

The God of Tricks turned the stone over in his palm, as if doing so would give him some kind of clue. “Well, it’s quite lovely, OB, but I don’t understand--”

“Time Stones thrive off of the energy of the timelines and work by being linked to every single one, enabling the one who uses it to hop from time to time! Maybe if you throw one of those at the timelines while it’s active, it’ll act like a pill and regulate the streams again!” OB suggested enthusiastically. “But only if it’s active, and it looks like the only place they work in the TVA is…well, in the hands of a Loki variant.”

“Are you suggesting we give aspirin to the Temporal Loom?” Sylvie scoffed, the weakened stone in her hand blinking with every other syllable.

“You sure that’ll work?” asked Mobius with skepticism.

OB shook his head, “Oh no. It’s a long shot. Odds in the trillions, and that’s just a guess,” he admitted bluntly. He looked at Loki and twisted his lip into a hopeful smile. “But it’s worth a try, right?”

Loki looked down at the brilliant stone he held. Something within the stone felt like it was attuning itself to him. Small threads of green light were radiating from the stone and digging into his skin, illuminating it from underneath, as if his very veins were filling with the power of the Time Stone.

Looking up one more time, Loki shrugged. “Indeed,” he said under his breath. “Well, here I go.”

“Loki!” Mobius shouted one more time. “Let her do it,” he said, pointing back at Sylvie. “She’s the one who caused all of this.”

“I don't know, her stone doesn’t look as strong as yours,” said OB, now at Sylvie’s side and watching the pathetic pebble in her hand barely flicker in tandem with her breath. “If we have one chance to do this, I think it has to be you, Loki.”

The more Loki stared down his permanent imprisonment within the twisted vines of time, the more he realized that he’d been fooled the entire time…and by none other than himself! He’d assumed that every variant of himself would have every capacity to grow that he had. Perhaps Sylvie did, and Loki was only looking at a portrait of who he had been as a rash, physically-driven youth.

It didn’t matter anyhow. If this worked, Sylvie would be going back to the counter at McDonald’s. If it didn’t, Sylvie’s mind would always be at that silly little place, unable to see the world past the end of her own nose no matter how many people suffered for her choices.

“I’m sorry, Mobius, but I think we both know it must be my action,” Loki said softly, gently taking Mobius’ hand in his own. “Have an extra slice of pie for me.”

“Go throw it,” OB suggested. “Quickly! We’re out of time!”

Victor stood clueless behind everyone else. “This has been a remarkable day” he mumbled.

Finally going beyond the door and into the temporal space, Loki felt the stone begin to burn in his hand, the sensation not only pressed against his flesh, but in his bloodstream.

One last breath, and Loki reared back, pitching the Time Stone toward the Loom.

As if the air were too thick, the stone’s speed was almost too slow to make sense, slowly floating toward the fraying, entangled timelines in an arc. It fell in a spiral toward the Loom, increasing speed as if it were being sucked directly into the messes of fibers.

The God’s breaths slowed to a standstill, his veins still on fire with green energy from the stone. Loki suddenly felt as if he’d turned into a marionette as hundreds of points on his body were suddenly yanked, throwing him off of his feet and into the air behind the stone, flying at incredible speed toward the epicenter of energy.

As if the Time Stone was pulling him by invisible chains, Loki was dragged along until he reached the Loom, after which a strong updraft knocked him unconscious, the last thing to grace his open eye being Mobius’ frightened stare.

Around his lifeless, floating form, the green clouds, rogue lightning, and whipping winds began to form a time vortex, shooting the helpless god through each and every reality, one by one…

Syracuse, New York, USA June 9 7:19pm EST

“Get off my shit!”

Loki awoke with a start, his head roaring, his skin tingling, and his vision blurred. Hungover from the unexpected trip, he felt weakened and confused. The skinny man yelling in his face wasn’t helping him regain his bearings.

He was splayed rather unflatteringly among a pile of garbage bags filled with clothes and cans. Frommhis view, he could begin to see that he was in some sort of alleyway surrounded on three sides by brick. The sky above was dim and overcast.

“Oh, Norns, what is…?”

“I said, GET OFF MY--

“--my shit, yes, that much we’ve established…”

The angry skinny man was impatient to the point where he started shoving Loki to his feet, urging him away. “Find your own awning!” he called after him as he finally managed to throw Loki into the street. “And some clothes, too!”

Loki looked down, realizing for the first time that he was stark naked. His clothes had been torn from his body in transit across the realities. Well, at least it wasn’t my skin.

The street was full of potholes, the environment claustrophobic as it could be for being outdoors. The air smelled of sewage and tar. A sign hanging on the corner building nearby read S. Salina St.

Looking down into his palm, the stone remained aglow in his grip.

Now, where in the Norns am I? Loki asked himself, keeping to a nearby shadow in hopes no one was nearby to see his nudity.

It felt like dusk was at hand, though the thick greasy cloud cover did little to explain the actual position of the sun. The air was warm, humid, and unpleasant. Rain was inbound, as evidenced by a building darkness rolling in from the western horizon.

“Damn,” Loki whispered. “I…”

He took off down the street and around the corner onto S. Salina, scurrying in such a manner that a mouse could beat him in a footrace. He used his godlike ability to absorb detail in order to learn as much as he could about this place.

Wait a moment…I can control my time jumping!

How simple! Loki rolled his eyes and chuckled. He sucked in his breath and clenched, just as he’d taught himself to do in order to control his phasing.

Seconds went by. Perhaps a minute. Nothing happened when the reaction should have instantly drawn him back to the TVA.

“Hey Di, look at the naked guy shitting himself across the street!”

Two women were sitting on a porch across the way, a small white dog at their feet, staring directly at Loki as he squinted and attempted to force himself through space. He was suddenly the most self-conscious he’d ever been in his entire life.

“Hey Mister, what’re you doing with no clothes?” shrieked the other. “How much’ve you had?”

“Yeah, he’s drunk,” agreed the first lady, trying hard to hold in a laugh.

“It’s gone! My time phasing!” Loki whispered aloud. He snapped his fingers, attempting to bring some cover to his body with seidr, only for the stone in his hand to dim its glow. “Magic…none of it works here.”

The two gleeful ladies continued to mock Loki from across the street. “I’ll give him this, he’s hot.”

Di raised an eyebrow. “Kinda looks like that guy from the movies, doesn’t he? Loki! He looks like Loki!”

“Holy shit, you’re right! He’s dead on for Loki!”

“Of COURSE I look like Loki, blast you!” he swore, beginning to move towards them, not bothering to check and see if any vehicles were bearing down on him. “Because I--”

“--dude, don't come any closer! Just because I don’t like the cops doesn’t mean I won’t call ‘em if you’re gonna…” the larger of the two women got up to reach for a cell phone perched on the railing.

“What? No, ladies, I just need to know where I am and how to get to--”

“--dude, get out of here, and stop by the Salvation Army or something on the way because no one wants to see that!”

“Speak for yourself, Di.”

“Where am I?” Loki asked, slower this time.

“Yeah, he's drunk,” mumbled Di. “Dude, you’re on the south side! Near the park!”

“Did you say that I need to find an army?” Loki asked, backtrack, unsure about which way was up.

“Mister,” continued Di, “head that way and you’ll be downtown in ten minutes. Someone’ll either help you or arrest you up there.” She pointed further up the road, which led to a bright district of flashing neon and nightlife about to get underway with the sunset. “Ain’t nothin’ down here for you except fentanyl.”

The larger of the women quickly ran inside and came back a few seconds later with a small fleece blanket in a nasty shade of hot pink. “My daughter doesn’t use this anymore. Use it to cover your junk. I don’t want it back.”

She threw it down to Loki, who gratefully wrapped it about his waist, tying it off at the hipbone. It hardly qualified for more than a belt, only covering him from below his navel to a few precious inches below his…other time stones.

“Thank you, madam,” he mumbled. Without further awkward conversation, he left the two women to their excited giggles and whistles and headed in the direction he’d been given.

He didn’t even have any shoes, as was quickly made evident by the painful tar gravel that burrowed between his toes and under the balls of his feet as he paced himself, deliberately avoiding eye contact with anyone as he fled from shadow to shadow, hoping to remain unseen despite at least being minimally covered now.

“Hey buddy, nice skirt!”

“The gay bar is on the west side!”

Loki was still exposed to catcalls and insults nearly the entire way up the trashy, unwelcoming city. Even as he approached a larger, brightly-lit square accompanied by live music from several different outdoor patios, he could feel the eyes bearing down on him.

This place is deplorable, Loki thought. No magic, no help…

“Ew, guy! At least put on a skirt that covers your crack all the way!” a woman called from behind him.

“Hey, there are kids here, man!” a huge man with a shaved head stepped into Loki’s path, causing him to stop short. The man had about three inches on Loki, and even though his Asgardian density made him about the same weight as the sizable human before him, Loki wasn;t sure he wanted to risk an altercation in his present state. He smelled of beer. “Put your dick away, alright?”

“Let me pass,” Loki mumbled. “Please. I’m on my way to the army.” He tried to throw up a defensive arm, which the man caught with ease.

The skinhead laughed. “Jesus, what I have to deal with…”

Without warning, the asshole laid out a direct punch to Loki’s temple, sending him to the sidewalk. He was unconscious before he hit the ground.

Regents Park, London, England June 10 12:19am GMT

“Oooh, talk to me! What did they do to you?!”

The Doctor, frustrated, removed the magnifying goggles from his face and squinted as he looked up into the undercarriage of the TARDIS console, trying desperately to find out what had stranded him here and how to fix it.

Having barely made it out of yet another fray with the Cybermen, The Doctor’s beloved TARDIS had been hit, or perhaps bombed from within somehow (who could tell?). Barely landing safety in a place the TARDIS recognized as a ‘favorite’ location (London, England, early 21st century), The Doctor quickly learned that whatever had attacked him had destroyed what held the Time Vortex in place within the TARDIS’ core.

The Doctor’s ship was nothing more than a wooden box, sitting in a public park on Earth in 2023. Nothing, not the screwdriver, not The Doctor’s own ingenuity, was yielding any hope.

“Maybe Jack could…oh no, no, no,” he thought out loud, shaking off the idea. While it was true that Captain Jack Harkness could always be assumed to be waltzing around somewhere at any given place in time, what did he really know about TARDIS mechanics?

The Doctor sighed. Thinking about Jack always eventually brought his thoughts back to Rose. She may have been as human as anyone else around, but sometimes her intuition would shine through, triggering some epiphany in his head and bringing about the best answers.

That was Rose: brilliant in the most unexpected ways.

“If only it were easier to fall through realities,” he bitterly mused. “Or at least find a good fix-it shop that has equipment to jumpstart an Eye of Harmony…very basic stuff, not sure why it’s so hard to find--”

He was interrupted by a sudden, instantaneous flash of emerald, brighter than the sun, sending The Doctor squinting and crouching to the floor. Though he couldn’t see what had happened, for a brief moment, he heard the TARDIS breathe, as if the Vortex had been restored within it for as long as the luminous green assault filled the interior.

“What?” he asked nobody. The flash of green ceased, as did the TARDIS’ temporary recovery.

“WHAT?” he asked himself, running up the stairs to the top of the console, looking at every screen and pulling every lever he could.

Something had triggered the Time Vortex within the TARDIS, as if it were being given a push by an external force somewhere else out there in the world…something with enough time energy imbibed in its core to do so.

Perhaps if it was something he could find and bring back to the TARDIS…

Running to the doors and flinging them open, The Doctor was just in time to catch a streak of green flash across the night sky, heading southwest and missing London by a long, long shot. As it left the airspace above England, the TARDIS grew dark and cold again.

The Doctor’s mouth couldn’t close as his brain tried to keep up with his eyes.

“What?? WHAT?!”

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Word of Superheroes P.3 | Tenth Doctor Miniseries (DW x Marvel Crossover)

Takes place after the events of The Avengers

Read P.1 P.2 | DW Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Tenth Doctor x female!avenger!reader (romantic), Donna Noble, Nick Fury, The Avengers

Content warnings: light angst, sadness, ends in fluff, profanity. | Female reader (she/her) | wc: 4k

Premise: It was a simple plan: get energy from the Tesseract, power the Tardis, and go home to the universe they belonged—all with the help of a few superheroes who can match the genius intelligent the Doctor has. What was not the plan, was for a bond to form between the Time Lord and the Ice Princess which would only end in heartbreak. And goodbyes are never easy.

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“You have my shawarma, princess?” Was the first thing Y/n heard as she led the Doctor and Donna into the lab. They were in awe at the scale of it, paying no mind to the two men standing across the room. The one wearing an AC/DC shirt slumped in disappointment when he saw she wasn’t holding a to-go container. “I’ll take that as a no.”

Y/n glared, “Get it yourself, Stark. Were you not just out a moment ago?” Before he could answer, she cut him off with a wave of the hand and pointed to him and Banner. She stopped in the middle putting a few feet between them so she could introduce her guests. “Doctor, Donna, let me introduce you to some other geniuses this world has to offer. Mr. Tony Stark,” Tony waves a hand, albeit confused while Y/n continues, “And Dr. Bruce Banner.”

“Hello,” Banner waved a hand, wondering who the hell they were and why they were in his lab. “Who—.”

“I’m getting to that, Bruce. Boys, this is the Doctor—yes it’s what he calls himself, no I don’t think he’s a medical professional or PhD holder like us—and this is his companion Donna Noble.”

“Hi.”

“Hello!”

Tony, blinking out of his confused state, moves toward the two. “Huh, so that’s what Fury was moaning about earlier. Couldn’t really hear over the stereo, so what’s the deal here?” Immediately the excitement filled her demeanor.

“You boys will never believe this—.”

“Didn’t we just fight aliens last week?”

“Okay, you got a point. But this is a whole other level. These two,” her finger snaps toward the Doctor and Donna, “are legitimately from another universe.” The whole lab goes quiet with Tony dropping the granola bar he had in his hand. They stand there and stare, processing the words their colleague had spoken.

“W-what—y-you—you’re joking, right?”

Y/n smirks, crossing her arms over her chest and looking at the Doctor. “I ran a test on their blood. Hers is human, but there’s differences in her biological makeup compared to ours. With him I couldn’t even get a reading.”

“Why’s that?” Banner wondered aloud.

“Because he’s an alien. From the planet Gallifrey, you say?” When the Doctor nods, Y/n continues, “The planet is not on our records, but his anatomy is similar to us—minus the two hearts.” Tony chokes on his own saliva, “T-two hearts.”

The Doctor gestures to his chest, “would you like to listen?”

Tony makes a face, “I’ll pass. So what’s the job for us? Surely you two being from another universe does not do good for space and time—I take it impending doom is on the horizon?” The Doctor is impressed by the superhero. Usually he’s the smartest in the room. Looks like he’s got competition being among three of this Earth’s geniuses, who happen to also be superheroes.

“More or less,” he finally says, the tone of his voice implying they were in fact doomed. Tony and Banner glance at each other, before connecting eyes with the Ice Princess.

“Looks like we got work to do.”

“Already on it, Boss.”

It took 24 hours just to condense the energy left over from the Tesseract. When they successfully managed a prototype, the team—minus Donna who made herself comfortable in one of the Tower’s many lounges—decided to test it on something similar to the scale of the Tardis.

They had yet to crack the code of time travel, but they at least could open a portal to another location. And that was the best they could start with.

During the days leading to the test run, the Doctor found himself close to the Ice Princess’s side. They worked on establishing a model on how to power the Tardis with the energy while Tony and Bruce worked on condensing it.

“So MIT graduate and military physicist turned ice forming superhero,” The Doctor muses while watching Y/n carefully measure the lining of sheet metal to create their machine. “How does that happen?”

There’s a chuckle from the scientist, adjusting their goggles. “Well, for starters I was working with a team on how to advance the technology on regulating cold temperatures in space for our astronauts on board of the ISS. During the demonstration I got locked in the compartment. Our system was designed to automatically fill the airlock with temperatures rivaling that of minus one hundred degrees Celsius. I should’ve died.” The Doctor frowns, seeing the haunted look in her eyes.

She shakes her head and drills in the sheet metal before turning it off and removing the goggles. “I don’t even remember the feeling—I was just numb. It was so cold that I pretty much passed out. It should’ve frozen me entirely to the point my heart stopped. When I came to, my supervisor and team couldn’t believe what they were seeing.”

“How did you know you had powers?” Was the Doctor’s next question, keeping his attention fully on her.

The memory must’ve been painful because Y/n grimaced. He nearly took back the question, but then she explained, “Everyone could barely touch me already with how cold my body was. Then I tried drinking some water and it froze over. Next thing I know there were little icicles hanging off my ears and nose.” She pauses, rubbing her lip with her thumb. “Our government doesn’t like enhanced individuals—despite us having the advantage to literally save the world. Word got around to higher ups about what happened to me and the small incidents. There was an order to take me out.”

The Doctor could barely contain his reaction. There was an immediate sense of anger. How could the government want to kill someone because they were gifted with abilities? It made no sense to him. Surely they’d want to learn more and have them to their advantage. It made him wonder how the Avengers even came to be.

“I had a very close friend on my team back when I was a physicist. She warned me after overhearing the supervisor get off the phone with the Army’s head general. I tried to get the hell out of there but the squad they sent found. The adrenaline and fear of being shot to death literally caused my entire body to turn to ice. It threw the squadron off—thinking it was their imagination, and I escaped. I was on the run for a long time before S.H.I.E.L.D found me.”

For a while Y/n and the Doctor talked as they worked. She spoke of her first years in S.H.I.E.L.D, learning to develop her power while also being a leading scientist for the organization, and about the other Avengers. The Doctor learned Tony was the man they kept seeing flying to and from the tower in his red iron suit—which the Doctor was in awe of and wanted to see up close. After learning a bit about Bruce and his alternate personality, the Hulk, the Doctor could sense Y/n deeply related to him—having experienced being on the run from the government in order to survive.

He had yet to meet Steve Rogers, or Captain America as she called him. Then there was Thor and the Doctor had to refrain from mentioning how he had a run in with his universe’s Thor on his travels to Asgard many decades prior. Lastly there were the two master assassins Black Widow and Hawkeye. They had passed by the lab one day and waved to Y/n before looking at the Doctor with suspicion.

“Well that’s enough about what my life and world has to offer,” Y/n huffs when they reach close to four o’clock. She’d been talking for close to two hours. “Tell me about yours.”

“Oh, there’s not really much,” he said nonchalantly, trying to brush it off as to not explain his past. “I’ve been traveling for so long—seen so many worlds and met so many people. I could tell stories for days.” A flash of longing and wonder was seen in Y/n’s eyes, but she quickly turned away.

“Tell me about one of them.”

One story turned into two, and before they knew it midnight was rolling around and the Doctor had told the Avenger not even a fraction of his adventures. Several had her giggling like a maniac, though there were some where she frowned the whole time like when he talked about losing his companions.

“If it hurts so much to lose them, Doctor, why do you keep having them?”

It was a good question. One the Doctor asked himself everyday. He loved his companions—all in their own unique way. Each time he took one there was a tragic end. Well all except Martha. She was the only one who left on her own accord.

“Because I want to share my adventures with others,” he lied, though it hurt him too. Lying to Y/n felt unnatural, but admitting the truth was something he still couldn’t do. “I love seeing how their eyes light up with every new adventure. Many of them were just waiting for the opportunity to arise. I love being able to give them that.”

The expression Y/n was giving him hinted she could see past his lie. But she didn’t comment on it, instead going back to focus on the prints they laid out. A minute passed before she said, “I think we’ve been at work enough today. Maybe it’s time to call it a night, Doc.” Agreeing, the two pack it up and leave the lab with the Doctor heading to his guest room on the 42nd floor while Y/n goes to her reserved floor.

While he laid in his bed staring up at the ceiling, the Doctor became lost in his thoughts and feelings. There was no denying he felt the familiar sense of companionship from Y/n like he did with his other companions. But deep down there was something more, or the feeling of something that could be more. ‘She’s from this universe,’ he sighed internally, lifting the sheet to cover himself. It dawned on him they were close to their time coming to an end. His hearts were feeling the loss before it was even there. ‘I can’t take her with me. No matter how much I want her to come.’

When the day of the test run came days later—almost a week to the day the Doctor and Donna landed in the parallel universe, he almost didn’t want to do it. Doing so and having it work successfully meant it was time for them to power up the Tardis and leave. He was still having to come to terms with it.

It was obvious to Donna when the Doctor started acting weird and looking sad about their impending departure she put two and two together. “You like her!”

“W-what? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he tried to play it off.

“Don’t be daft, you impossible man!” She shouted, causing him to shush her with wide eyes.

“Keep your voice down!”

“So it is true?” She mused this time in a low voice. “You fancy the Ice Princess.”

Walking away, the Doctor grabbed the notebook with his calculations and headed to the elevator where they were to meet with Fury, Bruce, Tony, and Y/n. “I have an admiration for her intellect and have come to enjoy my company with her. That doesn't mean I like her, Donna.”

The redhead couldn’t help but scoff, matching behind him and pressing the button to the floor they needed to go to. “That’s exactly what fancying someone is—or have you forgotten what it’s like to have a crush on someone?”

The Time Lord stayed silent. Romantic feelings were a sore subject and something he wanted to avoid at all costs going forward. What happened with Rose still haunted him. It would kill him to care for someone to that extent again only to lose them.

“It’s not a good idea, Donna,” he turns away from her, keeping his focus on his converse. In the corner of his eyes he sees her frown, waiting for an explanation. “We came here to fix the Tardis so we can go home. That’s what we’re here to do. Getting involved with someone from this universe would not be smart.”

Realizing what he was saying, Donna pulls her lips into a thin line and leans back against the elevator. The rest of the ride is in silence. There was the unspoken reality they would soon face.

He was right. Making connections of any form would end badly for the faint of heart.

When they entered the lab the others were waiting for them. Fury and Hill were speaking with Tony while Y/n and Bruce finished up the last calculations.

“Good you guys made it,” she smiled, causing the Doctor's hearts to skip. Instead of her usually S.H.I.E.L.D issued suit, Y/n was wearing a white lab coat over some black tights and MIT hoodie.

“Wouldn't miss it for the world,” he smiled back, stopping beside her to look at the scene around them. The machine they designed sat in the middle facing the model holding a glowing blue substance in its compartment. Bruce and Tony had successfully managed to take energy from the Tesseract and use it as a power source.

“Tony is giving a run down to Nick,” she pointed to the trio standing not too far away. “We’ll get started once they finish. Then once we have a successful demonstration you guys will be on your way.” There was a change in her tone at the last few words. It made the Doctor believe she was just as sad as he was.

“Brilliant!” He acted as though nothing was wrong, noticing how she turned away to shield her expression. It pained him, but it was inevitable given the situation.

The clapping of hands caught their attention, “Okay people let’s get this show on the road!” Tony stood behind the panel with Banner while the others stood a good distance away. Buttons were pressed, the lights went dark and to be safe Tony had the windows covered with steel in case worse comes to worse and they blew the place up.

“Diagnostics look good,” Banner announced while flicking switches. “Everything's adding up. Calculations……yeah it all looks like what we predicted. Time to power it on.” With that being said, Y/n walked over to the model and switched on the device. Immediately the blue color went brighter.

Everyone held their breath, the woman returning to the Doctor's side as they watched Tony and Bruce complete the last sequence. A buzzing had few gasps when the compartment shot a stream of blue energy directly to the machine. Before their eyes, a portal showing the bottom level of the tower appeared.

“Holy smokes!” The Doctor whisper-shouted beside Y/n. A smile radiating excitement and success shined on her.

“It worked!” She fist bumped the air, laughing when some of the workers peaked through the portal. “Sorry to disturb your day. Don’t mind us—just fixing a problem.” Tony and Bruce high-fived, motioning for Y/n to join them which she happily skipped over to hug the two.

Closing the portal, the blue light faded letting the machine power off. The energy still glowed from the model but was contained and gave no indication it was about to burst.

“Ha-ha!” The Doctor cheered, bringing Donna into a hug causing her to stumble by the sudden gesture. When they let go he ran to Y/n and did the same, making the woman giggle as he spun her. “That was brilliant!”

As the group celebrated, a certain Director stood frozen with his attention still on the machine where the portal had appeared. With a shake of his head, he muttered four simple words, “Well I’ll be damned.”

Not even a few hours later the team was assembling all the needed equipment and making their way down to the level holding the Tardis. It should have been a happy scenario. The Doctor was happy to be getting back to his universe and making sure the crack they fell through was fixed. But he felt sad to say goodbye. It was always the hard part of traveling the cosmos.

“How long will it take to power up?” Y/n asked, handing over the vial containing the energy. Taking it in his hands, the Doctor offers a shrug.

“Oh it depends. Could be a few minutes—maybe more. I’ll pop it in and see.” Not knowing what else to say, he nods and walks over to the Tardis doors. When he unlocks them he turns back to the woman. “Would you like to see inside?”

Y/n’s eyes light up, as if she had been waiting for him to ask. Keeping her excitement contained she followed behind him. Usually when the Doctor invites someone in he already knows how they’re going to react so he doesn’t bother to watch their reaction. With Y/n, he keeps his gaze on her the whole time.

The reaction she gives is like many the Doctor has seen before. There’s disbelief, shock, and awe all mixed into one. Eyes travel over every inch of the room, taking it in piece by piece. “Wow,” she breathes out, gaze falling back onto the Doctor with a grin so wide it makes him mirror it. “This is unbelievable! How—?”

“My people were an extraordinary race,” he says solemnly, watching her expression drop and turn to one of sympathy.

“Were?”

He nods, moving to the control panel to place the vial where it needed to go. “Long story. To put it simple, I’m the last of the Time Lords.” His back was to Y/N, therefore he couldn’t see her reaction. By her silence he assumed she was processing what he said.

A beeping sound followed by the lights turning on around them signaled they were successful. With a tight smile, the Doctor mumbled, “There you are, girl. Welcome Back.” Another beep filled his ears, as if the Tardis was responding to him.

“Well,” he stood straight. “You surely have quiet the addition to your resume, Ms. L/n.” The joke had her chuckling, though there was a lingering sadness to it.

“I’ll be sure to add it first thing in the morning.”

While the Tardis continued to power up, the Doctor and Y/n stood there. Both were unsure what to say, knowing this would be the last time they spoke. Fury already sent his regards, saying he needed to get back to DC for urgent matters. Tony and Bruce were waiting outside. They could hear Donna thanking them for everything they’ve done.

Now it was time for the two to part ways. Y/n was the first to speak, “What’s your universe like?”

“Oh it’s beautiful,” the Doctor replied with a smile. “Very much like yours. Our Earth has experienced quite a few alien invasions—but we don’t have superheroes to save the day.”

“That’s because they have you,” she winks, causing him to blush lightly.

“Oh, I’m no hero.” That word was something the Doctor could never think of himself as. Yes he’s saved many people and Earth a handful of times, but he’s done a lot of harm along the way. In his eyes, he’d be more of a villain than a hero.

“What makes you say that?” She asks, but doesn’t let him answer. “From what Donna told me, you’ve changed so many lives across your universe for the better.”

The Doctor shakes his head, frowning when he replies, “I’ve also ruined plenty.” He thinks back to Rose, Martha, Sarah Jane and so so many others. “I’ve caused pain to those I cared about.” The look she gives him is sympathetic, like she can understand.

“Everything has a cost. Big or small and that’s the price we have to pay. As long as the decisions we make are the right ones, we can only move forward instead of dwelling on the past.” The words lingered in the otherwise silent Tardis, filling the Doctor with a sudden emotion. It would stay with the Doctor for the rest of his life. Anytime he’d feel down and question his actions, he would remember Y/n’s words and know it was for the best.

Minutes passed and soon the Tardis was at its full power. Sighing Y/n smiles sadly at the Doctor. “I guess this is it then, Doctor.”

“I’m afraid so,” he agrees, letting his hands go into his pockets. Contemplating his next words, he lets them flow although they wouldn’t make a difference. “I wish you could come with us. I could show you so many worlds and civilizations.” ‘But you can’t’

“That sounds amazing,” there’s longing in her voice. Wanting to jump at the sound of an adventure. Unfortunately, fate wasn’t on their side. “But, this universe needs me. Just like yours needs you, Doctor.”

He sniffs, attempting to disregard the emotion flowing in him. “I know. If only jumping through universes didn’t mean a rip through space and time.” She laughs, despite it coming out almost like a sob.

“If only,” she repeats in a whisper. Feeling a wave of courage, Y/n stepped up to the Doctor—confusing him—and lightly kissed his cheek. Pulling away, she smiled at the red coating his cheek. “You’re an impossible man, Doctor. I’ll never forget you.”

Taking her hand and squeezing it, the Doctor looks into her eyes with admiration. “And I shall never forget you, Miss. Y/n L/n.” Surprising the woman, the Doctor pulls her into a hug. She returns it with open arms and they stay there for a few seconds before the sound of Donna approaching has them pulling away.

“Goodbye, Doctor.” She tells him one last time, offering one last smile. He returns it, nodding to the Avenger who he’d remember until his time of traveling the universe came to an end. “Goodbye, Y/n.”

One Year Later

It had been weeks since the Doctor had probably one of the worst days of his long extended life. The Daleks stole dozens of planets impending another universal disaster, he got to see Rose again only to let her go once more, and finally he made the difficult decision to wipe Donna’s memory after she took on part of his mind.

Every time the Doctor was feeling down he thought back to what Y/n told him during their last meeting. In the beginning he had difficulty accepting he made the best decision. Once again he ruined the life of someone he cared about, but the fate Donna would’ve met had he not would haunt him forever.

It still took time for the wound to heal. They all did.

Now here he was strolling across the campus of MIT. There was no reason for the visit other than wanting to see the prestigious university. Nothing was out of the ordinary or drew suspicion. It was a beautiful day and the Doctor felt like popping in to take a stroll around campus.

Students and faculty passed by him from all angles. Some had their eyes glued to their phones, others flipping through loose pages of notes, and a few chatting with whoever was walking beside them. Passing a courtyard, the Doctor spotted several groups of students sitting around reading books and eating together.

It was a beautiful day. The sun was out and few clouds roamed the sky. Birds chirped and cars honked when drivers cut each other off. The Doctor quickly ran across the crosswalk to avoid getting hit when he realized he started walking when the sign was still ‘Do Not Cross.’

After he made one full trip and returned to his starting point, the Doctor stood in the middle of a walkway in front of one of the many buildings. Hands on his hips, the Time Lord was lost in his thoughts trying to figure out where the hell he had parked the Tardis. “I could’ve sworn I parked it here,” he scratched his head before bringing it to hold his chin. “Where did I—.”

“Excuse me, Sir,” a feminine voice sounded behind him. It made him freeze, for the voice was too familiar.

‘It can’t be,’ he thought to himself, not yet turning around. There was no doubt he appeared strange to any passerby. But maybe to those who attended/worked at MIT figured he had forgot where he was going.

He didn’t want to believe it was her alternate self. It had been a year, but the Doctor thought about Y/n almost everyday. Their time was short but it left a lasting impact on the traveler. So bad did he wish she could’ve came with him when he left her universe. After what happened with Donna, the Doctor found himself missing her more.

“Are you lost?” She asked, confirming his suspicions on how he appeared to her. Slowly, the Doctor took a deep breath and turned to face the woman. Although he tried to control his reaction, he couldn’t help but let out a tiny gasp as he started back into the soft y/e/c eyes he missed.

Y/n’s alternate self looked exactly light her—from head to toe. She was wearing a casual yet fashionable white cotton dress with a tan coat and boots. In one hand was a briefcase, while the other carried some folders and books. She appeared to be the same age, though the Doctor could guess she was roughly a year or two older than the Y/n he left behind.

“Sir?” Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts, realizing he was staring. Blinking fast the man apologized, “S-sorry. I-um—sorry.” She gave him a small smile.

“It’s alright. I asked if you were lost. You seem to be looking as though you forgot where you were going.”

“Oh right,” he laughed nervously, turning away to hide his blush. “I’ve just misplaced something—uh my vehicle you could call it.” He cursed himself at the chosen description. It didn’t help she tilted her head, confusion etched in her gaze.

“You forgot where you parked?” The only thing he could do really was nod. He watched her glance around the place they were at. Several cars parked along the road—and the campus was huge so it could take them awhile to find his ‘car.’

“I’m sure I can find it,” he waved a hand, already feeling the urge to invite her to come with him on an adventure but remembering this wasn’t Y/n from the world of superheroes. This one would probably look at him like he has two heads. “It’s blue and quite eye catching.”

“I can help you if you’d like,” she offered, adjusting the items in her arms. The campus was clearing up as it was nearing the late afternoon. “I was just heading out actually. I need to drop this in my office, but if you wait right here I can make it quick.”

“Do you work here?” He assumed by the mention of an office and the fact she was carrying a briefcase instead of an backpack that she was a faculty member. He wondered what she taught.

“Yes,” she smiled, offering her hand after switching the folders to her other arm. His eyes stared a little two long on her hands—noticing there was no ring. It made him sigh in relief, but she didn’t notice. “Sorry, forgot to introduce myself. I’m Y/n L/n. I teach quantum and astrophysics here.”

The Doctor takes her hand, shaking it with a beaming smile. He should’ve known she’d be brilliant in this universe. Unsure of what to call himself—knowing this Y/n had no idea who he was, the Doctor gave her his usually alias. “John Smith. And might I say, I think you’re brilliant.”

“Why thank you, Mr. Smith,” she chuckled, letting go of his hand. Placing the folders back in the one arm she asked, “Do you work here as well? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.” Now it was the time where the Doctor had to make up a story until he could gather the courage to tell the truth. He didn’t want to lie to Y/n, but how was he supposed to explain he met her alternate self in a parallel universe where she was a ice forming superhero?

“Oh no I don’t. I was just visiting. Yo—uh—I had a friend who went to school here,” he managed to catch himself when he almost slipped. “They told me if I was ever in the area I should pop in to see the grounds of the campus. Beautiful place it is.” Y/n nodded, agreeing with the statement.

“It is. Once I graduated I found myself right back where I started,” she laughed, glancing around at the scenery with a loving gaze. “It’s like my second home. Although I am itching to broaden my experience and discover something new. You know the feeling?”

It was like the universe was finally falling into his hands. The pace of his hearts skipped, the Doctor trying to keep his emotions toughest. Maybe they’d finally have the chance, though it would be the Y/n from his world he’d be opening his hearts to. It was not a bad idea at all.

“Oh definitely. It’s why I’m always on the move,” he explained further at her curious expression. “Everyday there’s a new opportunity, adventure, or story waiting to be explored. I’ve made it my life’s mission to experience it.”

“That’s amazing,” she awed and the Doctor knew she was feeling the longing sense he had witnessed from her alternate self. She was waiting for an opportunity to arise. “How do you do it?”

Now was his chance.

“I can show you,” he offered, tilting his head to her. “I know it’s not always wise to follow a stranger you just met but,” he offered his arm and turned in the direction he suspected the Tardis was. “Something tells me it would be one hell of journey if you did. I guarantee it will inspire your next article or book.” When Y/n had moved the stuff in her arms earlier, the Doctor caught sight she was the author of the textbook on top of the folders.

Biting her lip and looking to the building they were standing in front of, Y/n seemed to be debating the offer. She was a teacher at the university. She couldn’t just pack it up and leave without notice. “I don’t know. I have students—.” The Doctor gently cut her off.

“I promise you I’ll have you back as though you never left.” That had the professor tilting her head. The question was odd of course for someone who didn’t know the context. Boy was she in for a surprise.

“What do you mean by that?”

Gesturing to the arm he still held out, the Doctor’s eyes turned mischievous. He didn’t want to spoil it for it brought excitement. “You just have to see it to believe it, Y/n.”

When they found the Tardis not even ten minutes later, it was parked right beside the building Y/n’s office was located. It really was fate, all because the last of the Time Lords fell into a world of superheroes.

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