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littlelesbinonny · 4 months

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The Devil's Den

Chapter 41: In Which The Daylight Is Dawning Pt. 2

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

Donna was frozen in place. She knew Karl was still holding onto her but she couldn't comprehend it. All she could see was the trail of blood on the ground where Alcina had been drug to her fate. Every single event was replaying slow motion over and over again in her brain. She had been so lost in thought she hadn't noticed everyone filing out of the hall and back into the city, leaving the few who were brave enough to show their remaining loyalty to Alcina lingering just as still and silent as she was.

"D - "

A voice said in her ear.

"D! You gotta snap out of it - D."

Her dark brown eyes on the verge of spilling tears finally looked over to find Karl, his face just as riddled with grief but definitely more rage than she had ever seen.

"I..." she mustered, "we - the - we -"

Donna couldn't even form a coherent sentence, she was too overcome with shock she brought her palms up and buried her face. Karl's warm, secure embrace was quite literally the only thing holding her together.

Without Alcina, their fight was over. No one would unite without her. None of the pitiful fucking vampires would act on their own! Her only hope was the lycans, who would be gnashing to fight, she had no doubt. The underworlds only hope now was the lycans. And that was fine with her. But they had to do something and they had to do it fast. She had to snap out of it!

She broke away from Karl momentarily and was about to whisper her hasty plan to him, but that chilling presence she hated now more than ever invaded her space.

"Donna, my dear!" Came Miranda's cool voice, "I have some pressing business that needs attending to, but I will send for you later as we have much to discuss," she smiled, "and Karl, I will require your time here very shortly as well - and try not to get into any trouble in the meantime. My soldiers have direct orders to destroy anyone who steps out of line... you've seen the damage they do. Please don't be stupid. I'd rather not lose either of you to fruitless defiance."

Karl lunged for Miranda but Donna haphazardly clambered herself nearly onto him to stop his assault as she walked away so annoyingly nonchalant.

"Don't be an idiot!" she hissed through a hushed whisper in his ear, "your shop - now!"

Everyone of key importance had gathered in Karl's work space: Donna, Karl himself, Dmitri, Angie, Sylvia, Mitch, Diego, Gerard, Mateo, Elina, and shockingly, Clarice from the council.

"Keep your voice down!" Donna huffed.

"I don't give a fuck what they can hear! I'm about to start poppin' bullets in every single one of their skulls!" Karl raged, pulling a new and very decently sized revolver out of his underarm and aiming it to the mutants on the other side of the thick glass, "I'll blow the underground to kingdom-fucking-come before I let this bitch take this place!" Donna forced his arm down and grabbed the collar of his dirty, beat-up, oversized khaki colored trench coat, "will you keep your shit together! We have one fucking shot at this and we can't afford your hot-headed, bull-skulled, idiotic temper to ruin it for everyone! Alcina needs our help! We have to be smart about this!"

Angie popped a blood lollypop out of her mouth loudly and hopped her butt onto the table, shoving it right back in her cheek before reaching for Karl, "listen, my man, I've been watching these weirdos for weeks; they are brutally strong but they are fuckin' DUMB. I'm not sure what operates them but I swear to god it's not the brain in their heads. They're very easily distracted and drawn apart when psycho-whacko isn't present. The sunrise is barely hours away, we need a calculated diversion, lots of 'em - you know, bombs and stuff - and a quick moving team and we can get Alcina and her girls out with no issue at all. But that's only if Mother Fuckface isn't near."

"There's the biggest issue; Mother Miranda." Dmitri stated, his usually calm and vivid demeanor very visibly shaken by witnessing what everyone else did.

"Yeah - that -" Angie chimed back in, "she's really the messiest dingleberry. I dunno what to tell you about that one. Sheer force won't do jack shit to her with all these mutants around. She's their HBIC - it's like she thinks it and they do it - very disturbing."

"HBIC?" Clarice piped up very confused.

"Head bitch in charge." Angie clarified.

Donna huffed and rubbed her temples aggravatedly, "alright - heads down - focus! We have very little time, we've got to move quickly."

You felt like you were under a boulder.

It wasn't terribly bright where you were but it took all of your effort to force your eyelids open.

The room was decently sized, wide open, the lights were dull and a light ochre color. It smelled slightly sterile but also metallic the way dried blood did. The walls were lined with shelves and storage lockers, weird glass globes and vials that made you feel like you were caught in a mad scientist movie. It was also full of all kinds of medical looking equipment, and in that instant everything that had taken place rushed back in, including that cunts words; take her to the lab, NOW!

So. This was it.

You were strangely alone. You thought that was probably not the smartest move, but then again you felt like you'd been hit by a bus. There was barely enough energy coursing through you to breath without labor.

What the fuck was around your neck and wrists? They had to be the reason for this feeling.

Using all your might, you tried to lean forward in the reclined chair you were clearly bound to to see if you could make out the heavy cuffs.

It was a dark grey material, a metal of sorts maybe? It appeared polished and looked kind of shiny, but it wasn't glowing the way Alcina's had been.

The unlatching of a door to the right of you caught you off guard and your head snapped in that direction, a bad move as the room started to spin.

"Iron."

Came that sickening voice.

"The best raw iron one can find," Mother Miranda continued as she waltzed happily towards you, "the only real weakness to a fae like you."

...Fae?

What?

You were finally able to get a good close look at the living terror you had envisioned killing many times before, the rage you felt twisting your lips and face into a scowl that made Miranda smirk. She might be a pretty thing if she weren't such an awful waste of air. To you she was ugly, hideous even, wearing the pain she'd caused your Alcina like a badge of honor and it made your magick spark.

"I had hoped to meet under better circumstances, but Alcina never would have allowed that to happen..."

Miranda placed her hand on your upper arm and it burned. Whether or not that was your imagination reacting out of pure spite for her or an actual sensation you weren't really sure.

"She's very possessive, you see. She would have never shared you with me willingly."

Her smile made you want to explode.

"Though her appetite for strong blood has always been her weakness, and her strength. I could always count on her to find the most delicious humans. Granted, Madeleine was a sorry loss, truly, which I'm sure she told you all about her, and what I did... villainize me all you want, little fae, but I did what was best for her in the end."

You wanted to scream more than anything, break free and grab her face and gouge out her eyes, but you were locked in a prison of hatred that rendered you still and silent while you bickered with your inner thoughts trying to stay on top of your reactions. Then Malka's voice sounded in your ear; telling you to remain calm, to use the situation to your benefit, to store the emotions brewing inside of you because they would come in handy. So you remained quiet, letting her drawl making you angrier and angrier.

"Madeleine came from a long line of witches, I'll have you know," Miranda continued as she walked around the chair you were strapped to, heading to the side table that had a large syringe and several long vials, "but she had strayed from that path, as did her mother before her, so her blood would have been no use to me in the long run. It was too weak, her power was too weak, but it made her irresistible to our dearest Alcina."

Watching as she grabbed for the syringe, you swallowed and eyed her like a hawk, gritting and grinding your teeth with what strength you had.

"I knew what I put her through would wane her from seeking anything less than the most powerful blood until the right time came. I had no idea it would be this soon. I figured a century may pass perhaps, but here you came along... a most pleasant surprise. I thought your kind had long been lost."

Curiosity was hard to deny. You'd been searching for answers your whole life. Now you had to ask.

"What exactly are... my kind?"

Miranda's eyes gleamed, "I told you; you're a fae! Now which kind I'm not totally certain. Fae folk in the human world are the rarest, which makes you the most desirable! A fae in the olde world is too impossible to catch. They're too strong, too flighty, too unusable. But you! Your blood is some of the oldest I've ever had the privilege to come across. I'll truly enjoy my search to find your lineage, if I can, because your blood will be the striking force to begin our journey into this new age!"

Syringe in hand, Miranda darted back to your side and examined you with fever in her eyes, her delicate fingertip tracing your face that came with a sensation of you wanting to rip yourself out of your skin.

"You will be everything I need for my new species of vampire. Your blood will make me stronger than any that have ever walked this earth before, and my children, the new breed that I will introduce, will be the perfection I have so long since desired."

You had to bite your lip as her twinkling blue eyes made your skin prickle. Keeping your head about you to continue to store this rage deep inside of you, in a nest in your core for your chance to strike was getting harder.

"The army that follows me now are less than what I desired. They are controllable, but... albeit a failed experiment. Yes, they are brutishly strong, and purely loyal to me, but... they have no mind of their own, a downside to the parasite I bred. But! It was a good start!" She grinned, "When I mutate your blood along with my parasites I hope to weed out the rest of the weaknesses that make us fallible - there will be no desire but to be beautiful and powerful. To follow me. And only me. To deny love for any, but me. To go with me to whatever end I desire... to never repeat the same mistakes I face, over and over..."

Her eyes went vacant as she stared off at the wall behind your head, the forest of thoughts she'd just gotten lost in seeming to lead her down a foggy path that blinked your existence out of the picture, and yet she kept talking.

"It was a dream my daughter and I had..." her voice dwindled to a more somber tone, "she had been so young. Twelve years old. Too young to be what she became. The years passed, and we do not change physically of course, and it becomes hard for one so young to bare the burdens of the world, to watch everything change around you when you do not when you should... Eva... my darling... she wanted to change. She wanted to change so much, but I... was able to give her everything her heart desired, but that..."

Your eyes were transfixed on this woman. Alcina told you she had never told a soul what had happened to her daughter, that everything the vampires knew about it was purely speculation, and yet here she was spilling it to you like you were a guard at the gates of heaven or hell, and she must tell her tale before she passes.

"Her beauty was unmatched. An angel, really. A young but vicious killer that gave my soul so much joy. My only absolution to the life we had no choice but to dwell within. And we... oh, we had such plans! Such visions we would share and collaborate - the future of our kind - the path we could lead - the power and control we could have! There was a future we so desired to live back amongst the humans as one! To be feared and loved and worshipped as the greater species we are! Untouched by time... illness... every little thing that defeated humans at the drop of a hat..."

Miranda looked back down at you as she seemed to come back into herself, her palm caressing your face as she sunk her sight into you, and you stilled, held your breath out of what emotion you weren't sure.

"But... we aren't as perfect as we should be. There is one, only one, illness that is our downfall. It ruins everything... every plan, ever desire, every need behind a motivation - it can be thwarted by the worst of all illnesses... do you know what that illness, that weakness is, little fae?"

You shook your head very carefully, the wild look behind her eyes making you uneasy.

"Love," she whispered, leaning into your face, "love, little fae... the worst ailment any living creature can endure! It... ruins everything!"

Miranda leaned back up and stepped away from you with haste, pacing manically as she continued her bizarre rant.

"It took my Eva!" She nearly shrieked, "it took her from me!" Her wild eyes went back to you as she walked back and forth across the floor, "she fell from me! Away from me! Abandoned me and our plans! Everything we were working towards - she left it all behind - dropped it like it had never meant anything, all because - all because - this - this boy! A human! A human boy she could never coexist with! She was stricken down by this folly and I lost her to it, to him!"

She was growing more and more fitful and you were trying very hard to not fear for your safety. Miranda was a loaded loose cannon, that was all too apparent.

"I - I had no choice. I had no choice, little fae. For our own betterment, for hers, I had to cure her. I had to end it. How could I possibly let this infection of love for a human taint my bloodline?! Humans would be our end! She knew this, she knew, and yet she gave in. She bowed to this weakness. And I... my reign, my dynasty, could not be tarnished. We were too far into our plan to stray. I couldn't allow it. I couldn't... and so I had to kill her, don't you see?"

She was out of her fucking mind. Absolutely mad.

"But... time marched on. I marched on. I never abandoned our plans, our hope, our desire for our kinds future. I had to abide my time. Calculate. Measure. Collect. Create. Watch. And plan. Plan, plan, plan, until the time was right."

Once more she turned to you and came to your side with a face full of psychotic hope.

"And here you are - my beacon of light! The turn of my tides! We will be great together. We will create such a dynasty that will rule this world for the rest of time, it will be marvelous! You... and me... we will change the course of the worlds future."

The fuck WE will.

You had to keep calm. You had to.

You were facing a deranged vampire who was old and powerful, but you would fight tooth and nail to make sure this plan of hers never saw the light of day. Pun intended.

Swallowing carefully, you tested the deep water you were in for your own benefit, you needed information, and more catalyst to your stash of emotion, "what have you done with Alcina?"

Mother Miranda's visage took a deep dive from hope to scrutiny, "what does it matter? She is a lost cause, as all of the vampires I have placed my hopes in have been."

"If you want my help, which I will give you, I simply ask in return that you tell me what you've done with her."

Rising slowly away from you, Miranda went back to the small table and retrieved a vial, with it and the syringe in hand, she returned and eyed you flatly, "she and her daughters will die by sunlight. I sealed them in the sun towers to burn."

There it was.

Oh that fire began to burn brightly. Now all you needed was your window of opportunity.

"You offer your alliance so willingly, I had not expected that little fae," Miranda mused as she looked down at you, calculating your words, "why?"

Fighting down your rage you locked your eyes in hers and forced a small smile, "you give me little choice. I would rather go willingly than fight you."

Her hardened facade broke into a faint grin.

Was it that easy?

"I somehow knew I was going to like you. Fae are usually very feisty and yet you are so malleable - you are wise beyond your years! Or, perhaps, the human world has beaten you down enough to make you this compliant... either way... we really will be a great team together."

She stroked your face once more that made your insides lurch, but you held your tongue and waited less than patiently.

"Still... you will have to fully earn my trust in time. Now, hold still, I need to fill these vials so I can begin my research."

Mother Miranda reached for the heavy iron collar around your neck and snapped the latch open, pulled it from your throat and you felt the overpowering flood of everything you had been holding onto slam into you.

Show time.

All you saw was red. Rage. Alcina, on her knees and bleeding at the mercy of the woman in front of you. The shallowing of your breath was accompanied with the narrowing of your space; the honing in on everything you felt; the numb, surging, overflowing power of your need for revenge for what she'd done to Alcina, and what she had in store for the woman you loved so deeply. You couldn't fathom the future she spoke of, the terror she would instill, and you would be damned before you, or your Alcina, became the played pawns in the start of this chess match. Miranda would pay dearly. You would make certain of it.

It was hot, prickly. Seething to be released.

You harnessed your magick with all of your might; the gnashing, howling hunger to lash out giving you only a brief pause before you let it off its leash at your intended target.

The heat of this explosion of magick was so strong you felt like you could touch it. It permeated off you and hit Miranda with an invisible choking cloud.

She stumbled back, dropping her tools to the floor with a clatter as a sputtering scream began to emerge from her throat. Her hands reached for her eyes with a shaking intensity as she screamed louder and louder, her knees threatening to buckle as you forced every ounce of your hatred through her. It wasn't long before you saw trails of blood pouring down her cheeks from her eyes before she all but fell into the table, knocking it over, the glass vials shattering on impact to the floor as she struggled to get as far away from you as possible.

Miranda tumbled through the door from which she came and you jerked on your wrists with might. The iron split around your wrists without struggle and you were free. Nauseatingly light headed you headed for the door opposite of where Mother Miranda had fled and dashed as fast as your wobbly legs would take you.

The further you got into the ways of the city the more and more powerful you felt, almost like you had to collect your power back before you yourself burst. Finally, against your will, you slammed into a wall and took heavy breath after heavy breath, looking down at your open palms that felt like they were on fire. Things were beginning to spin less and less and now you could hear yelling and screaming, howling, gun shots, and what you were pretty certain were explosions.

My hell, you were underground in the middle of a real war.

Out of the blue you heard your name behind you.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, please let this not be real. You weren't entirely sure enough on your feet yet to run.

Hesitantly you looked over your shoulder and found a face coming at you that allowed you to relax.

"Angie," you huffed, still relying on the wall for support.

"Ho - ly shit! You escaped?!"

You nodded a little disjunct and let the familiar vampire grab hold of you, "y-yeah - Miranda - "

"Ooo shit, fuck fuck - c'mon lets get outta here!"

She scooped you up like you were just a stuffed doll and dashed down the hallway, turning here and turning there, the labyrinth of this place making you so confused you stopped trying to keep track of your surroundings until you were being set down in a dark corner of a room with several other people.

"She escaped Miranda!" Angie shouted.

Three more sets of eyes landed on you, one you recognized; Donna.

"What?!"

The burliest of them asked as he shot around from behind Donna to get a good look at you.

"I'll be fucked! Little human's got gumption! How, though?!"

"I - I'm a fae," you answered very unsure of yourself. You weren't entirely sure if that Miranda bitch was right, but somehow it made sense.

The pause made you uneasy as they all looked at you as if you'd grown a second head in the last five seconds.

"I have magick," you tried again, "I attacked her, but I don't know how much damage I did."

Donna placed her hand on her shoulder in a very comforting way, her smile was warm but it didn't last long.

"You may have bought us a large window of opportunity, my dear, thank you," she offered, "are you alright, did she harm you?"

"N-no, no she didn't hurt me - I'm ok. Where's Alcina?" you blurted.

"The Eastern sun tower, that's where we're headed now."

Said the very handsome man with the most strikingly white hair and Russian accent.

"This is Dmitri, and this is Karl," Donna relayed with haste, "and the one who brought you, this is Angie, my sister."

"Yeah, we've met before," you responded with a smile at the blonde.

Donna halted grabbing for the bag she was fuddling with, "what?"

Angie jumped in immediately, "mmmyeah, about that; that's a story for another time, we really gotta get going. The sun rose three hours ago, our time slot to rescue is cutting way too short."

"Let's go then," you butted in, feeling much more like yourself which was a great relief.

"No, no," Donna warned, "this is no place for you, dear, I don't want to risk your safety."

"Did you not hear what she just said?" Karl interjected, "little pixie dust handed Miranda's ass to her - she's comin'! We want this little magickal hot shot with us."

"We really don't have time to argue, let's go!"

Dmitri was the final say.

The rest of the way wasn't completely barren of mutants, but they seemed oddly discombobulated and killing them was easier than it should've been.

The radio comms worn by Karl and Dmitri were going off the entire way. From what you gathered, the lycans and vampire soldiers were executing well calculated and stealthy attacks through the city, confirming your suspicions of hearing explosion earlier, which, fittingly enough continued as the three of you made your way to what was referred to as the Eastern Quarter, where the Eastern sun towers resided.

You were privileged front row seats to watching how vampires and lycans fought. Well, Karl at least. He was manic and hasty, although swift and effective with knives and a very large gun that made easy work of skulls. There was little left remaining after the blasts but an eerie blue glowing substance that oozed from whatever body part had been obliterated. The vampires were elegant and ruthless. They preferred blades above all else and Donna, though small, was terrifyingly agile and precise in the way she killed. Angie was a lot like Karl; pure mania. Dmitri, almost robotic; blunt and brutal.

Luckily you didn't have to go up against any mutants, you were far too preoccupied with familiarizing yourself with your surroundings and getting to Alcina as quickly as possible.

A sharp turn and a steep decline on damp stone stairs led you all to your destination.

It was eerily silent here and it made everything more dire. There were slots in the low ceiling where it met the stone wall that allowed, what you assumed to be, sunlight in. Safely enough it wouldn't harm a vampire if they didn't come too close, but in a horrifying way to let whomever was down there know that the sun was in the sky. The area was cold, and everything echoed loudly as it was quite literally a simple stone corridor with one door and two exits, the one you came from and the one that had dried blood leading to a very lonely door.

But there was no longer a door there.

The barely six foot tall archway had been cemented shut.

At some point during the night Alcina and her girls had fallen into a dreamless, slumber-like state. The frigid cold keeping them stored motionless and thoughtless until the impending white light of their looming fate began to spill over into the silo.

Bela was the first to wake.

She was stiff and so cold that when she peered gingerly towards where they all rest with their fingers still touching their mothers, she realized that their digits had turned completely grey. Void of all color or circulation.

It was then the shock and panic of realization that light was filling the silo, that Bela used all her might to push from the stinging cold floor and assess the situation.

Her wide eyes peered up to see the crescent moon of sunlight was growing larger and larger at the very top of the silo walls.

The sunlight was coming, death was coming. Help, was not.

Severity set in.

"Mother," her raw voice rasped, "mother please, wake up - wake up! Sisters! Get up!"

Their movements were just as slow as hers but they joined her, sitting up and leaning into the cold brick of the wall, eyes flying from the blue sky above to their mother who still lay completely unresponsive.

"Mother! Mother, please!" Bela called once more.

Daniela and Cassandra reached for each other, then Bela, trying to pull on their chains once more to see if by any mishap of fate they could break free. But they could not. They were too weak and it was too late.

The light melted down the brick above further and further as the moments passed, and the girls took to holding onto each other instead, inching as far from the wall as possible to give them any more time that might be possible before death seared them.

"M-mother - " Dani whined, "wake up... the sun! Please!"

Still, nothing.

Cassandra held fast to her sisters and brought their attention to her, the most somber expression they'd ever seen taking her beautiful face. She shook her head, accepting the fate that had befallen them, refusing to let it end without expressing the love she never truly said out loud, with actions.

So there, in the chilling wake of the sunlight, Cassandra, Bela, and Daniela held each other in an embrace of sisterhood as they braved their fears for what was to come.

Staring up at the sky, they waited for it all to end.

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #alcina dimitrescu/reader #lesbian #f/f #fanfic #wlw #fic #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu

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elizbeth-rose · 5 months

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Ok, here are my comments/concerns from the Doctor Who: The Giggle episode. I will try to keep it short. My main points are why isn't he wearing pants, he's in love with Tennant, and Missy's hiding spot.

The bi-regenerating was cool and all that but why is the 15th doctor not wearing pants? Like whats the point? They gave him a shirt, a tie, boxers, and shoes but no pants? If you could duplicate those clothes from the 14th doctor, why not the whole suit. Personally, I would have had the clothes that the 15th doctor is wearing be missing from the 14th. So Tennant would only be wearing pants and a vest. That would have made more sense and been funnier.

Yes we're looking at you. You don't have pants on. Maybe if I keep watching someone will bring up the lack of pants. Donna will def say something. Lets check.

Donna asks about skin color instead of pants. She was my main hope to ask about the pants. Maybe the 14th doctor will say something.

Honey you should not be moving like that without pants on.

Why? Just why? Also is anyone else getting Arthur fist clench meme?

He's leaving! No one brought up the pant situation!! Why?? Why did they ignore it? I need answers. All I wanted was a small comment like "By the way, you aren't wearing pants." or even after he left Donna could had said "He wasn't wearing pants." Is that too much to ask for?

Any way moving on. The 15th doctor is totally in love with the 14th doctor or maybe Ncuti Gatwa is just in love with David Tennant. He def wants to kiss Tennant, but I think a lot of people do so that's totally reasonable. Please take the following screenshots as evidence for my case.

He kissed his forehead! Which was sweet but he also wants to snog that man.

I rest my case. I don't even need to say anything. These photos speak volumes. He's definitely looking like he wants to eat Tennant. Onward to point three!

So we all believe this hand is Missy. That's awesome. I love that but how is she reaching for the tooth? Not like how is she there. I mean how is she holding on at the edge of the helicopter pad without the Doctors seeing her. I have two ideas. Please see the below photos for reference and let me know what you think.

Please don't judge my very beautiful stick figure drawing. I worked hard on it. I think the red stick figure of Missy is funnier and the orange stick figure could have been caught too easily. But if we want to be reasonable she probably just dressed up like a UNIT goon and snuck by but that doesn't see very Missy/Master like to me.

So those were my main points but here are some more screenshots for you.

This man just looks like he wants to kiss everyone.

Both Neil and Tennant have a ball in this scene.

I like to believe they just told Neil to do whatever, go crazy in this scene and he did.

#doctor who spoilers #doctor who #the giggle #david tennant #catherine tate #neil patrick harris #ncuti gatwa

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trashboatprince · 5 months

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SO!

THE GIGGLE!

DW spoilers under the cut:

MY FACES THROUGHOUT THIS! HOLY SHIT!

-I FUCKING LOVE THIS SPECIAL I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS THIS WAS AMAZING SHUT UP LET ME HAVE THIS! LET ME HAVE THIS!

-Anyway, let's get on with the actual stuff

-The opening punched me in the face. Of course the fruity-ass villain, The Toymaker, would set up shop in SoHo. Aziraphale would be pissed. Only one Southern Pansy is allowed to have a physic defying shop and that's him.

-The chaos, so much chaos. But hey! We heard Wilf! We didn't really see him, but we got one last line in with him, thank goodness!

-UNIT is not subtle anymore, but at this point it would make sense that they're more well-known.

-I dunno who Mel is, but she seems like a fun person! :O Which era was she, Five's?

-The shit with the giggle and how it affected Kate... yikes. :|

-I do want to point out how awesome Donna is throughout this episode, from the music notes, to defending the Doctor, to standing by their side. She's the best, love her. <3

-The Toymaker is fuck, NPH was an excellent choice, honestly.

-His dimension is fuckin' bonkers. I already knew that his world was basically a game to begin with, so I feel really bad for Donna and the Doctor as they go through the halls. Also, fucking puppets! UHG!

-Best two outta three, who didn't see that one coming?

-THE REGENERATION!

-Let's talk about that!

-Let's fucking talk about the insanity that is the regeneration! (And fuck you Disney+ for using Tenth Doctor in the subtitles, that's still Fourteen to me).

-Fourteen's last words were interesting, including the allons-y, kinda had a feeling we'd get an old Ten quote in there, but the fact that they said they felt weird, it's like. Wait... WAIT! HOLD UP???

-THE SPLIT! Fourteen's shock, Fifteen's excitement! Fifteen! I love you! I love you!

-Two Doctors for the price of one, another weird regeneration! A bi-regeneration! A myth! So that means that there was talk about it before, a possibility, unlike the meta-crisis!

-Please take note that Fourteen lost their underpants and went commando through the last half of the special because... WOW. That's gotta be uncomfortable.

-Fifteen, Fifteen, I fucking love you~

-Fifteen is going to be a caring, emotional Doctor and I'm here for that. <3 And how he held Fourteen... hhhhhh.... my little heart <3

-I know, I know, cheesy to have two Doctors and now two TARDIS's, but I don't fucking care. I don't fucking care at all. I love it. I love that Fourteen can rest, Fifteen can still fly off and have adventures. Which means that there is a chance that they can meet again, and maybe we'll have another fun adventure with them.

-Donna working for UNIT sounds like a good idea. I wonder if Fourteen will as well, and probably cause so much trouble, just like Three and Four did. :D

-Fourteen and Tentoo, the Doctors who can rest and enjoy the little things. That's all I need in life.

-Also, the adorable line about Rose being their niece!

-I have so many more thoughts, but it's hard to put them all down. Over all, I fucking loved this, I get more Fourteen in my life, and now I also get to enjoy Fifteen at the same time! Two Doctors for the price of one!

LET.

ME.

HAVE.

THIS!

#john's commentary

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Barbie movie - classifying the Doctor, Master and some companions

The question has arisen in me and on my dash yesterday whether the Doctor (or the Master) is Barbie or Ken. Now, obviously, by main character / importance to the plot criteria, all incarnations plus most companions are Barbies. But let's organise them by a funnier question:

Do they have enough of a job to be considered a Barbie?

(I still haven't seen that much of series 1 & 2, so please take 9 and 10 with a grain of salt. Also, I have obviously forgotten about several jobs because so often the Doctor just pretends to have a job for convenience sake. Which doesn't count except if they really indulge in it.)

9: Ken. No job, only trauma. Rose is the Barbie in this duo, working in retail.

10: Ken. No job and prettily pathetic, perfect for a Ken. That said, Rose has evolved into a bit of a Ken as well by now. I don't reckon working in a school cafeteria is enough of a job considering how little enthousiasm she shows. Later, Martha is absolutely the Barbie to this Ken, working in a shop, as a maid, for UNIT and as a doctor/medical student. I think Donna is a bit of a Ken too, considering how she feels about her job but evolves into Temp Barbie once she realises the worth of her work experience.

John Smith: Teacher Barbie

Professor Yana: Scientist Barbie

Simm!Master: Prime Minister Barbie, look at him go! Later, when posing as Mr. Razor he evolves into a Ken though; watching TV with Bill while planning to betray her is not a job.

11: Barbie. He works in a shop and as a caretaker and in Craig's workplace and for the US President and he even has a desk at UNIT. Always has the time of his life in a new profession. All of his companions are Barbies, too.

War: Ken. No jobs left in the universe, no Barbies left either.

12: Barbie. Works as a caretaker, for UNIT, as a professor and as president of the world. Even has his own plane. Clara is a Teacher Barbie, Bill is a Student and Cafeteria Worker Barbie and Nardole is the Ken to them. He does have a job but the description is 'annoy the Doctor' which is a very Ken-like job.

Missy: Ken. The Nethersphere is not a job, it's a hobby. And then she spends most of her time imprisoned.

13: Ken. Doesn't have an actual job and openly refuses re-employment by Division. Grace is a Barbie and Dan is a Volunteer Barbie (and almost a Museum Guide Barbie). I think Ryan and Graham start off as Barbies (Mechanic Barbie and Busdriver Barbie) and end up as Kens, defending the Earth. Yaz is a Police Barbie. She had the potential to become a happy Ken with 13 but her insisting on bringing up her former job until into Flux kinda ruined that in my eyes. Maybe she manages to become a Ken in her support group.

Dhawan!Master: Barbie. MI6 Agent, Officer, Seismologist, Advisor of the Tsar- we barely see him without a new job; it's like he collects them.

Fugitive Doctor: Ex-Division Operative Barbie. Desperately trying to become a Ken but hasn't quite been able to shake off the old persona yet.

#barbie #this is a joke #please take it as a joke #really my main criterion for deciding whether something was an actual job was 'how strongly do they identify with the job'#also as you may have noticed there is little judgement here on whether it's preferable to be considered barbie or ken #it's preferable to be a ken for yaz because I am not a fan of her being police and it would be preferable for 10 to be a barbie because #then martha wouldn't need to support him when stuck in 1969 #and so on

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Dreamy! Happy STS!

It's a Suits AU! [I haven't seen suits so please explain a lil more explicitly for me 🤣]

How do their dynamics change (or don't change) to reflect this new AU? Is there a new plot? A new sourse of conflict? Go off and ramble about how you imagine this AU!

@bloodlessheirbyjacques :D

Happy STS, love <3 You know I love this question? This is an ask after my heart? You are letting me talk about what I'm thinking about? You are a sweetie, thank you!

Okay so Suits is a legal drama about the top super powerful wealthy law firm in New York where the ace lawyer Harvey hires a young genius new lawyer trainee...who got kicked out of law school and just wasted his life away getting into trouble with drug deals of his very toxic best friend.

Suits is basically about this incredibly powerful people who are ruthless and sneaky and elitist and unapologetically after money and fame...showing incredible loyalty to each other. It's about the lifestyle of such powerful circle lawyers, cause they have no personal lives, sleep in their offices, barely have time to eat or go home, cause their work is everything for them. It's slavery on end with great money, nice suits and the environment is full of pressure, competition and crazy ambitious colleagues who want to defeat you out of fun.

But still, this ruthless charming top deal closer, Harvey is insanely loyal to his boss, Jessica who paid his school and supports him, just like he comes to support and care for Mike. They are each other's family in a way, with working so intensely together. Donna is Harvey's secretary and she is basically his ears and eyes and heart, cause she knows better what he thinks than he himself does. And there is Louis who is vicious, petty faultfinder but would still stick his hands into the fire to help the firm and the others, when needed who just years for little recognition despite his terrible personality.

This would be a modern world AU. Skye would be an cultural anthropologist doing research on law firm work environment, getting a unique chance to do it in Pearson & Specter. She is doing routine work for a project sponsored by the university, not really interested, but her professor is a former classmate of Jessica's (the firm's boss and Harvey's protector). So she gets the place, first disgusted by their slavery work attitude, their mean demands even towards her, like she should be happy to kiss their feet being there...and then gets impressed by how much Harvey reads into people, doing basically what she does but better and more confidently and with more experience. She would befriend Mike, being his confidant while he is still unsure if he will get together with Rachel or not and even after. Skye would barely figure out he is a fraud just from the way he can't act like he is from the same social milieu as the Hardward stuck ups around him, so he is both scared and impressed and relived to have someone to talk with.

Skye would be helping Mike with cases, reading into people and their circumstances the way only a cultural anthropologist could (the backgrounds, situations, speciation cultures of specific companies etc), would get Harvey's and Jessica's respect and even a long-term contract as consultant as the firm. And then she would bring over two of her other friends, also both lawyers. Zephyr an expert on criminal law who worked with the police and detectives on cases and Leander who was leading a very successful young law firm until a recebtky kissing everything over a risky case he bet it all on.

The plot would basically follow the Suits storylines - cases, courts, contracts pushing the characters in and out of their flaws, getting better, finding out who they are and what kind of pekoe they want to be. Where are the lines they wouldn't cross, dancing in the space between what is the truth and what is the law. Zephyr and Leander and Skye would be a united trio from the get go, bringing in more open loyalty and dedication on display. Appreciation of each other (the way Harvey denies Louis for no reason), more self-awareness, less competition (Harvey and Mike stand out in the firm for being so loyal to each other - maybe this wouldn't have to be an exception for everyone else).

I love putting Zephyr, suspicious with hard working habits and pompous noble ideals with Harvey, who is sassy, mischievous, with playful sneaky methods...but actually cares about not crossing the lines and winning fairly. Zephyr on the other hand is willing to do anything, even cheat if he believes the case is important enough and this is a big clash between them. It's so fun to watch I might create a character to add this dynamic...I have an idea for a certain guy to embody the contrast to Zephyr for him and for Skye as well. A counterpart that isn't on his side, like Leander.

Yes yes, I think this would be worth a shot.👀😂

Thanks for the question, excellent excellent. 💕

#sts #Suits AU #ask #wip: tears of iron

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New Fiction Podcasts - 30th December (Part 1)

Sabeas Haus Audio Book "Sabeas Haus" ist eine Folgestory in 50 Kapiteln. Es handelt sich um eine Dystopie rund um Sabea, die als Pflegefachfrau im Pflege- und Alterszentrum Bühlwil arbeitet... bis in ihrem etwas abgelegenen Haus eines Morgens der Kellerboden wegbricht. Prolog Bühlwil. Ein Dorf mit zwei Klöstern, einem Pflege- und Alterszentrum sowie einem See. Es gibt keinen See, der keine Geheimnisse birgt. Auch unterkellerte Häuser können Mysterien beinhalten - vor allem, wenn sie sich, etwas abgelegen, in einem Wald befinden. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231217-02 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2290256.rss

Legacy Door Audio Book Legacy Door is a cosmic horror mystery about two estranged cousins who find that the further they look into their family’s history, the more disturbing it becomes. A serialized audiobook performed by an ensemble of eight actors. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20230906-03 RSS: https://duelinggenre.com/category/podcasts/original-series/legacy-door/feed/

Rosso vendetta Audio Book Il truffatore che ha rovinato tuo figlio. Il vicino di casa che odi. La donna che ti ha rubato il fidanzato. I bulli che ti hanno condizionato la vita. Cosa saresti disposto a fare per vendicarti? Fin dove può spingersi l'odio, e quanto può far rumore il silenzio? Quattro episodi, quattro racconti noir ambientati durante le feste natalizie. Perché a Natale non siamo tutti più buoni. I racconti sono tratti dalla raccolta Tutti i racconti, che potete trovare su Amazon. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231215-07 RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/6033068/episodes/feed

The Casebook of Dr Miller- Paranormal Investigator Audio Book Dr Oliver Miller, Coroner in the City of London, England, embarks on a series of investigations that will challenge the science of the age, and everything that he held to be true. A series of short, interlinked, original stories from the perspective of a 19th Century Coroner, turned amateur investigator. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231204-04 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/ee883f44/podcast/rss

Shadows of Baerlon - A Wheel of Time D&D Actual Play Audio RPG Shadows of Baerlon is the very first campaign by D&D group Hearthfire Tales, before they delved into their own homebrew world of Lethuan. This is a podcast that features fantastic members of the Wheel of Time Online Community, and was recorded and released back in Early 2021. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231129-04 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/65672fedc3ca8a00126f5ff4

Sons of Gods Audio Book Audio storytelling of the book Sons of Gods by Aaron L Williams https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231218-01 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/ef52ec6c/podcast/rss

Time Faction: The Story of Elijah Audio Drama In the distant future, the once-united United States has splintered into two distinct nations following a violent conflict decades prior. Time travel has become the central focus of political discourse in both countries. Elijah, a teenager seeking employment, becomes entangled with a secretive faction that purports to harness time travel for the greater good of the world. As the narrative unfolds, he unravels the complexities behind their mission, realizing that the situation is far from straightforward. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231219-02 RSS: https://media.rss.com/time-faction-the-story-of-elijah/feed.xml

Tolly, Prince of the City Audio Drama Kevin/Tolly, only wants justice so he decides to hold a whole city to ransom to get it... The story arose from a chance encounter with a real 'Tolly'. I wrote some notes and parked them. Then during lockdown I worked them up into the piece your hear now. Other than the character Tolly or Kevin the rest is invented. Please let me know your reactions good, bad or indifferent...To remind everyone this is a one off radio drama presented as a podcast - there are no more episodes, it's completely self funded and the actors are on deferrals - you can make donations via pay pal in the window below. The script is available on the website for anyone who would like to see Tolly in a written version. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231006-06 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/1845079.rss

The Adventures of the Rockabilly Space Force Audio Drama It’s the year 2095 and the Second Space Gold Rush. The Inner Solar System vibrates with a chaotic ensemble of economic frenzy, spine-tingling technological innovation, and catastrophes that threaten to tear the fabric of human imagination. Just five years earlier, the August Calamity of 2090 brought the solar system to a standstill when all Artificial Intelligence systems came crashing down. Trapped though many may feel in this bedlam, one chipper band of musicians and technicians courageously strives to uplift their spirits with retro rock and roll hearkening back to the dawn of the Space Age. Harbored by Deimos, a small potato-shaped moon orbiting the Planet Mars, the Rockabilly Space Force operates a garage. That is, a Rocket Service Facility where they build and repair rockets, drink hooch harvested from the tail of a comet, and rock where no one has rocked before. Get ready, fellow cosmic wanderers, for a musical collective that harmoniously intertwines rhythm with the grandeur of the universe. Get ready for the Rockabilly Space Force! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231220-01 RSS: https://feed.ausha.co/2Pnx5H57vz5Q

Geheimprojekt Übermensch Audio Book Wer die Möglichkeit zur Erschaffung von Übermenschen durch gentechnische Veränderungen in der befruchteten Eizelle ignoriert, könnte ebenso gut die Uhr anhalten, um der Zukunft zu entkommen! Lesung des kompletten Romans in Podcasts von jeweils 50-60 Minuten im Abstand von einigen Tagen. Der Text könnte ein Lit-Leak sein, d.h. reale Hintergründe haben, denn er wurde 10 Jahre lang zurück gehalten. Vielleicht um die, im Verborgenen arbeitenden, Wissenschaftler zu schützen? Ausführliche https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231220-02 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2291695.rss

Letters About The Untold Audio Drama What would you do, when you suddenly got letters from a stranger asking you to record their stories? that happened to me. someone calling themselves Brendan Croft started sending me letters, and in those letters were the stories of our world, not yet told. My name is Kim Chill, and i get letters about the Untold https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231220-03 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/LettersUntold/feed.xml

Sine Audio RPG Follow a squad of survivors of a dystopian yet colourful version of southern Ontario where they must face a myriad of dangers while protecting a young woman of a very special origin. Featuring the voice talents of Julian Frid as the Handler and Kristi Boulton, Jonathan Sconza, Stefan Till and Louisa Zhu as the Players. The fate of their characters' lives is up to their decisions and the dice... https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20230318-02 RSS: https://feeds.megaphone.fm/sine

Los Secretos de Dante Audio Drama Los secretos de Dante es una historia basada en hechos reales, esta nueva radio serie te dejara impactado por todos lados. Próximamente algo esta esta por suceder, Dante esta por cambiar su destino, su manera de pensar, de ver la vida al encontrarse con alguien que le hará ver su suerte y le enseñara que las cosas no siempre salen como uno lo espera, cuando Ernesto llega para influir se dará cuenta de que cada segundo de su vida es crucial para resolver lo que se avecina... https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231223-01 RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/6016043/episodes/feed

Chylgar Audio Book An ordinary boy who hates his name. A boy who is drawn into the world of Chylgar, by the giant talking wolves who protect the Land. Aided by two village children, they ride the wolves on a perilous journey to seek a cure for the sickness that ails the wolf packs. Tracked by the Emperor's soldiers, and threatened by monstrous creatures, Boy discovers he has a special gift. Can he control the power? Can he protect the wolves? Will there be time? A journey of adventure and magic. Book 1 in the Chylgar series. Written and narrated by Simon Taylor. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231224-01 RSS: https://feeds.captivate.fm/chylgarseries/

Un Agente Imposible: El Beso Escarlata Audio Drama El misterio de una peligrosa mujer fatal y los agentes con la misión de resolverlo. Cuando el audaz Héctor Caza cruza camino con Irina André, lo que suponía ser una misión tranquila se sale de control. Ahora, con ayuda de Evelina Rosales, su fiel e inexperta asistente, el agente Caza se aventura en una carrera contra el tiempo para descubrir la verdad detrás de la feroz agente Irina André. Estudio Ga Ga presenta "Un Agente Imposible: El Beso Escarlata" escrito y dirigido por PJ León basado en los personajes creados por PJ León y Evan Sánchez. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231225-01 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/ef8c185c/podcast/rss

#audio fiction #fiction podcast

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SO!

The Star Beast!

Let's talk about it!

(Major spoilers under the cut)

-First off, I fucking love Fourteen, absolutely a delight, I wanna hug them (Okay, technically I HAVE hugged them when I got to hug David at the con this year, but still!). Also, 'male-presenting Time Lord', bah! Still gonna use they/them when I refer to them because please just let me have this, I don't care, the Doctor canonically doesn't give two shits about gender and even refers to going by the article Doctor over a pronoun in this special anyway.

-Second, DONNA! OH DONNA! I love her, I love her so much, just- oh, she hasn't changed a damn bit! Including missing the fucking alien spacecraft because that was exactly what I expected from her. <3

-Also, most supportive mom, love that.

-Rose~! Oh, oh Rose, how I love you! No notes, she's amazing! It did hurt to hear her dead name being used, but considering that it was done by a bunch of dickheaded kids, it makes sense. But we will never use that name for her here, nope, she's just Rose. <3

-Shaun is a delight, Donna got herself the most excellent of malewives ever

-Sylvia, ah, exactly as I expected, though she is trying to be better for her daughter and granddaughter, so points to her.

-Meep! So much to say on the meep but I'll keep it brief: transphobic little shit.

-UNIT is always fun to see, but how well known are they nowadays because the BBC report actually referred to them. I dunno, I've still working my way through the Third Doctor's era where UNIT was a major plot point and I haven't... finished watching Thirteen's era yet (only because I want to watch it with my gf the next time we see each other).

-Fourteen interacting with the Noble family was great, especially with them trying to see the Meep and Sylvia panicking and wow, this face cannot escape being slapped I wonder if Donna will get to do one herself.

-The action stuff is so much fun, exactly what I expect from this series.

-Being on the Meep's ship, the fact that Donna went to help the Doctor and just... oh, oh, them freaking out and crying because they were scared she'd die when she remembered. I started sobbing.

-Hell, I was crying when they held her in their arms and said he didn't care if the grunts shot them... uuuuhhhhhggggg... Fourteen cares about her so much! That's his best friend!

-Rose! Rose and Donna, Time Ladies! Lord, Lady, and neither! Don't care what anyone says, I loved this. I didn't voice it, but I had a very strong feeling that Rose would inherit the DoctorDonna.

-Was a little confused about them 'letting go' but... yeah, alright, okay. Still, I wonder if there is still a bit of Time Lord left in them.

-Is there any chance that they can sell Rose's plushies. I really want the Ood one.

-THE TARDIS!

-Oooooh, she's beautiful and big and very classic and yet so very nuwho at the same time, a perfect blend, and just so gorgeous! And Fourteen freaking out in excitement, running around like a child, being so happy about a coffee maker in the TARDIS! <3<3<3

-And Donna's reaction! She was so happy too!

-But then the 'killed me' scene... oh, oh honey, you've been holding onto that for centuries, those memories and the guilt. It's honestly heartbreaking to know that the Doctor, through all their new faces, still held onto those feelings about what happened to Donna.

-I'm excited, don't know what the fuck is gonna happen in the next episode since we didn't get a preview and I think it's the least known of the episodes so far.

-I saved this for last, but I wanna talk about the sonic screwdriver cause I know some people are gonna be all 'oh, it's too OP!'

First off, the sonic has always been, it always will be, it's a fucking sci-fi tool, sci-fi series always have some sort of tool that does everything.

Second, whatever the hell it did to make the shields was awesome, that's such a cool trick and I love it. I bet it's done using sound and light waves, which makes for a very interesting concept and something I'd love to explore in one of my sci-fi aus. Not sure how it made that cool schematics things, but whatever.

Also, leave me alone! I love the new sonic! I need to get my hands on one, but they're always sold out or too expensive!

(Okay, not really last, just a bonus, but damn, no offense to Ten, but Fourteen is a bit more attractive to me. I dunno, I mean, I was crushing hard on the DT at 15, but at 31, it's like, oh. Oh no. He's aged so well, he's so pretty. This is probably Crowley's fault.)

#john's commentary

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Let's write a dw episode together! (nuwho, companions for 9 poll)

We're writing a multidoctor episode with the ninth, the tenth and the thirteenth Doctor as decided by the last poll! Let's get to choosing some companions (for more info on that check below the poll. Or vote with your gut, whatever you fancy :) )

Check reblogs for the links to the 10 and 13 poll

Alright, I could have made this easy and given all of you some options for each Doctor that make sense. Or make you choose between the most popular companions and assign them to the Doctors myself. But I thought 'Why not go overboard?'

So you get to choose a companion era for each Doctor (see in the poll above) and then in the next round, I will give you some characters from that era to choose between. Which means you can technically give a doctor a companion they don't know yet. Or you could choose the same companion for more than one Doctor. Dw canon is flexible and there are mind wipes and timeline confusion and stuff - we can make it work.

If you want a certain character - no matter how much of a minor sidecharacter they are - please reblog and put the names in the tags (even for eras you may not have voted for). I will try to include as many options as possible that apply to the winning era. Or eras. I might give you options from the two or three most voted for next round. We'll see.

Neither the Master nor UNIT-operatives will be part of the companion options, I am planning on doing additional polls for them later. I will also add a poll asking whether to include some celebrity from history, either one we've seen before or a new one, so don't count them as companions here, either.

Check the reblogs or poll-who episode tag for the (identical) companions polls for the other two doctor incarnations! And do me a favour and reblog this! (don't foget to tag your dream companion)

#poll-who episode #doctor who #ninth doctor #doctor who companions #9th doctor

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Oh god I know its been an age and a half since I posted a story, BUT I finally finished my Alcina & Sherry fic! I don't think its quite up to par with what I originally wanted but I'm satisfied with what came out. I hope you enjoy!

The first thing Sherry Birkin encounters when she enters the Blue Umbrella lounge room is the tallest woman she has ever seen. She unconsciously let out a small wow alerting the woman to her presence.

Alcina turned in her chair to see the new arrival, “Oh hello, you must be one of the United States agents we have been called to meet.” She says removing her reading glasses and setting down her book.

Sherry continues to gape at the woman for a few seconds before realizing she was being spoken to, “Oh, yeah! I’m Sherry Birkin, federal agent for the Division of Security Operations.” She says as she walks closer and sticks her hand out for a handshake.

Alcina takes her hand, “A pleasure, I am Lady Alcina Dimitrescu. I hope you don’t mind me remaining seated, the ceilings aren’t quite suited for someone my height.” She chuckles. “Please join me.” She gestures to the chair across from her.

Sherry takes a seat, “Thank you my Lady. It’s nice to meet you as well.”

Alcina waves off her formality smiling, “Oh no, no, please call me Alcina, my dear. The title is simply a formality for the men wo have no manners, and it sounds much nicer with the castle.”

“Ahh…” Sherry says before sitting awkwardly in silence, “So, do you know any of the company gossip?”

Alcina covers a laugh with a cough, “Why no, I don’t believe I know much of anything. Most of the lovely employees here don’t enjoy speaking with a ‘monster’ like me.” She rolls her eyes at the thought.

Sherry gasps in shock, “Oh my god, you are missing out! Okay, so did you hear that Claire Redfield and Jill Valentine are totally a thing now?” She gushes with a wide smile at the chance to gossip with someone.

Alcina feigns belief at the rumor, “Truly! I had no idea; they don’t seem like the type.”

Sherry nods her head, “Oh yeah, I heard they are keeping it on the downlow because Chris is crazy obsessed with Claire ‘continuing the Redfield bloodline’.”

“Wouldn’t he want her to have a relationship with a woman? She wouldn’t be able to ‘continue the bloodline’ with a man. It would be his bloodline not hers.” Alcina says confused.

Sherry throws her arms up, “That’s exactly what I’ve been saying! No one seems to care though; they just keep repeating that ridiculous joke.” Alcina nods along as Sherry continues to rant and gossip. “You don’t believe anything I’m saying do you?”

“Not a single word, but I didn’t want to interrupt as you seemed so passionate about it.” She explains as Sherry slightly deflates.

“Damn, what gave me away?” She asks.

Alcina chuckles, “I have met both Ms. Redfield and Agent Valentine, while I doubt they would commit to a relationship to each other, they are both private people. Neither of them would allow rumors to spread about them, they are far too careful for that, especially Agent Valentine.”

Sherry smirks, “They would make a nice couple though.”

Alcina laughs, “Yes they would, Agent Valentine would make quite the pair with either of the Redfield siblings. I can only imagine the children they would produce.”

“Speaking of relationships, would you happen to have a Lord or Lady of your own?” Sherry asks curious about her new friend.

Alcina’s smile falters before recovering, “Sadly it’s not quite so easy for someone my size and with my…. affliction to date. Everyone who is privy to my unique features is out of the question.”

Sherry tilts her head curiously, “Why is that? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Not at all, simply put, Moreau is a lovely man, but we are not very close. No disrespect to him, but he is simply not my type either. Donna is lovely as well, though I see her as a close friend only. She is a touch to young for my tastes and we are possibly too close for a relationship. Finally, Heisenberg, ugh, He is Heisenberg and I refuse to even get near that man. I would kill myself before subjecting to any sort of intimacy with him and it is very difficult to kill me, I’ll have you know” Sherry chuckles at her explanation.

“He can’t be that bad.” She says knowing the tall woman is exaggerating.

Alcina rolls her eyes, “You clearly haven’t met Karl Heisenberg. He is the most sanctimonious, annoying, unkempt, vile man I have ever met!” Sherry is struggling to hold back her laughter at Alcina’s anger towards this man. Towards the end of her continued rant, Sherry can’t hold back her laughter and breaks. Sherry startles her at first, but the contagious laughter soon infects her as well. After a couple of minutes of laughter, they both calm down and regain composure.

Alcina delicately wipes a tear from her eye, “Ahh, I haven’t laughed that hard in years.” Sherry nods in agreement still recovering from the giggles. “Since you brought it up, I must ask about your previous trysts.” Sherry immediately stops giggling.

“Ugh, it’s been uneventful. I’m only 35 and the only relationship I’ve had was barely one at all. His name was Jake, we met during one of my missions, I was supposed to get his blood to stop the C virus. The whole situation spiraled, and I guess we just spent so much tense time together we just were drawn to each other. After everything calmed down, we went on a few dates. I thought he would be nicer outside of a war zone, and he was but not to the degree I was hoping. He refused to stop with all of his sexist comments and honestly was just kind of a dick a lot of the time. Without the tension we stopped being drawn together, though we are still friends. Definitely glad I never slept with him.” Alcina just gapes at her.

“Well now, that was a bit of a rollercoaster. I wasn’t expecting that answer, though if you are still looking, I believe my middle child would be quite the match for you. She seems very similar to your Jake but much better towards her lovers. She can be quite passionate about her work, which extends into her relationships.” She chuckles, “I may be a bit biased though as she is my daughter.”

“Ahh, I appreciate the offer, but I’m not interested dating women.” Sherry says a bit awkwardly trying not to offend.

“Oh, I apologize I didn’t realize. Still if you ever discover that you have an interest, you know how to contact me through Agent Redfield.” Alcina says checking the time, “It seems our break time is over, now we must attend a nonsense meeting to inflate little men’s egos.”

Sherry looks at the clock as well feeling disappointed their time is ending, “Wait! Do you have a cellphone? We can exchange numbers to keep in touch without the middleman.” Alcina nods pulling out her modified phone. “Oh, wow that sure is something.” Sherry says noticing the unusually large phone.

Alcina chuckles, “Yes, I cannot use a regular cellular phone, so Agent Redfield had something called a ‘tablet’ converted into a phone for me to use more comfortably. My girls had to get me modified accessories for my home computer as well, even if I refuse to use the blasted contraption most of the time.”

“I get ya. Here let me put my number in, then I’ll send myself a text, so I have your number too.” Sherry struggles a bit with the large device, but eventually programs her number. Alcina takes back the phone and poses Sherry for a picture. “What are you doing?” Sherry asks as she is being manipulated.

“My girls say I have to have an image for everyone in my phone, so I am posing you so I can take a photograph.” Sherry makes a noise of understanding and strikes a pose for her contact image. After Alcina takes the image, Sherry pulls out her phone as well.

“Your turn! If I have to take a photo so do you.” She says aiming her camera at the still seated woman. Alcina poses regally in her chair and Sherry snaps a photo. “Great! Thanks for this. Its kinda hard to make friends in this line of work so I want to stay in contact with those I do make.”

Alcina finally stands into a hunched position, “I’m glad to be considered a friend. As you can guess friends are a rarity for me as well.” Sherry gives a sympathetic nod. “Now we really must be going, the boys won’t be happy if we are late for this little ‘meeting’.”

As they make their way to the meeting room, they continue to talk about Alcina’s girls, Leon, and many other things before joining their superiors.

#resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #sherry birkin

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Lingering Effects

Summary: Despite the fact Cayodan has been exorcised, Rory is having trouble dealing what happened. When an old friend calls the Doctor for help, Rory's recovery is put in jeopardy. Sequel to The Doctor And The Nurse, A Fishy Tail, Getting To Know You, Kernel Of Stubborness, Home Sweet Home, Party Time, Sewers, Bookshops And Slime. Making Old Friends, And Donna Makes…, One Unanswerable Question and The Last Warrior.

The beach was mostly deserted.

Rory could see a few people wandering about in the distance, but it was still quite early, so he didn’t expect the place to be busy. The Doctor was by the TARDIS fiddling with one of the devices he’d made, while Donna had found an open café so had wandered over to it to see what they sold.

He still felt…

Off was the only word he had to describe it because there were no words to adequately say how disconnected his body sometimes felt from him. It was now three weeks since his possession, since the mind of the warrior had taken over his body, and Rory wanted to be fine again.

He told everyone that he was, but he still felt wrong.

The Doctor had brought them to this planet to find some specific fruit he was having a craving for, apparently they made the best smoothies, plus there was a meteor shower tonight they should see. Rory knew that the reason they’d landed early was to give them a day of peace after the past few weeks running around.

Donna had loudly demanded it while Rory was in the room, but he knew it was an act as he’d overheard them worrying about him.

Part of him was pleased that they both cared so much, it was nice but the other part of him hated being treated with kid gloves because he didn’t want to be seen as fragile.

But the peace of the planet they were on was welcome.

A few feet from the TARDIS, Rory found a large flat rock and sat on it pulling his knees to his chest trying to remember how to feel normal. In all honesty nothing in his life had been normal since that day in the park so many months ago when the Doctor had stolen his bag and Rory had chased after it.

He was glad he’d taken the offer to join the Doctor on a trip, his life would have been boring without it, but he sometimes missed the naivety that he had.

The ocean stretched out before him, a strange orange that the Doctor had advised was due to the algae that lived within it, apparently the sunset was spectacular, and Rory thought of Amy.

He wanted to tell her everything that had happened to him, wanted her to tell him that he was still her Rory and hadn’t changed but that would mean telling her the truth about the Doctor and Rory didn’t want to.

At least not yet.

“Okay,” Donna appeared at his side, “I had to try these. They seem to be like sausages. So, I got you one too.”

“Thanks,” he replied softly taking the small package she handed him.

Donna slid onto the rock, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Donna replied, concern in her voice, “You keep trying to pretend you are but then you stare into the distance and disappear into yourself.”

Rory looked at her confessing, “I want to be fine.”

Donna took his hand in hers, “You will be but right now, it’s not that long since that thing invaded you. You’re allowed to be angry about it, to feel annoyed and you’re allowed to be that with us.”

“The Doctor…”

“The Doctor,” Donna cut him off, “Is worried about you. He has been watching you like a hawk since you woke up after it all. He’s been trying to make you feel yourself by taking us places where we can get in trouble and it’s also why we’re here today.”

Rory sighed, “What do I do?”

Donna shrugged, “You just go at your own pace.”

Staring at the way she was holding his hand, Rory looked up into her eyes and confessed, “I can’t sleep.”

He expected her to say something, but Donna was quiet as she simply held his hand and let him continue.

“Every time I close my eyes,” he continued after a moment, “I think he’s going to take over my body again. That I’ll be trapped like that and I…”

Donna wrapped him in a hug when he trailed off, Rory rested his head against her shoulder realising for the first time that he’d avoided any real physical contact for the past few weeks. He had come to love Donna as the big sister he’d never had and never really wanted. She was brash and didn’t back down from an argument, but she also had a huge heart.

When she let him go, Rory whispered, “Thank you.”

“Eat your lunch,” Donna said, nudging him with her shoulder.

With a tiny smile, Rory opened the local equivalent of a roll and sausage, taking a bite he grinned, “That is amazing.”

Donna laughed round the mouthful of food, “Told you.”

From his spot sitting in front of the TARDIS the Doctor watched his two companions, relieved to see Donna had broken through Rory’s carefully constructed walls. Rory was trying to pretend he was fine after Cayodan’s invasion, but the Doctor knew he wasn’t.

He knew Rory wasn’t sleeping, the Doctor had found him many times over the past few weeks in the library curled up in a chair with a book open in his lap. Sometimes awake and reading, claiming to have woken early. Other times he was asleep having finally succumbed to exhaustion. The TARDIS was watching over Rory, there was always a blanket across him when he fell asleep or sitting close by when he managed to remain awake.

The Doctor understood Rory’s feelings, Cayodan had taken away Rory’s control of his own body trapping him in a limbo that forced Rory to see his actions. Thankfully, they’d released Rory before Cayodan managed to reach those deemed to be his enemies because the Doctor knew that Rory would never be able to come to terms with his body being used to kill.

They were lucky that Rory had such a deep connection with his childhood best friend, that Amy’s voice alone had been enough to give him the strength to fight Cayodan and the Doctor had thought suggesting they visit the vivacious red head but explaining their presence, wherever Amy was, wouldn’t be easy and Rory didn’t want her to know what he was doing.

The Doctor was pulled away from his contemplation as a phone began to ring inside the TARDIS. Bouncing up and sliding inside he was expecting it to be one of his companions’ mobiles, surprised to realise which phone was ringing.

“Hello?”

“Doctor,” the voice of Martha Jones came, “I need your help.”

A smile touched his lips, “Of course. We’ll be there soon.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing you,” Martha told him before hanging up.

Returning the mobile to its small cubbyhole the Doctor headed back outside to where Rory and Donna were still sitting talking.

He walked over to them and smiled as they turned to him, “A friend has asked for some help, let’s go. We can come back for the sunset and meteor shower after.”

Donna and Rory slid off the rock, brushed the sand and dirt off their clothes and they all walked back to the TARDIS.

“Where are we going?” Donna asked.

The TARDIS materialised on Earth and the Doctor instantly headed out, smiling to see Martha standing waiting for him.

“Martha Jones,” he said with a smile before closing the gap between them and hugging her tightly.

“Doctor,” she murmured as she hugged him back before he rested her back down, “You’re looking well.”

The Doctor shrugged, “You know me.”

“I do actually,” she laughed, whatever she was going to say next was cut off as the two people appeared behind the Doctor.

“Oh,” the Doctor said, realising he was being followed, “This is Donna and Rory, guys this is…”

“Dr Jones?” Rory spoke up making the Doctor stare at him stunned.

“Nurse Williams,” Martha smiled, “I never would have guessed you would end up travelling with the Doctor.”

Rory shrugged, “Me neither, although you travelling with him makes sense.”

Donna coughed and Rory turned, “This is Donna.”

“So, you two know one another?” Donna asked giving Martha a nod hello.

“We worked together,” Rory replied.

Martha laughed, “Well I was a medical student while he made sure my mistakes weren’t so bad.”

Donna chuckled, “Well that doesn’t surprise me.”

The Doctor coughed making them all turn to where he stood, “You said you needed our help?”

Martha chuckled, “Of course. Follow me,” she started them out of the alley where the TARDIS was sitting, “I was contacted by UNIT not long after I stopped travelling with the Doctor and offered a job. We’re at a construction site for a new school which found something odd beneath the building.”

“Odd sounds ominous,” Donna murmured.

Rory nodded.

“What is being described as odd?” the Doctor asked, ignoring his current companions.

Martha pulled her phone out and opened the gallery to show him several pictures that had been taken of the item. The Doctor frowned as he tried to make out anything specific.

“There is some writing on the sides of the object, but it only appears to be part of whatever that is,” the Doctor mused, he turned to Martha, “Who’s in charge of the UNIT team?”

“Colonel Terri Sheridan,” Martha replied, “She’s good.”

The Doctor sniffed, “We’ll see about that.”

The construction site had been cordoned off and a UNIT mobile lab sat in the middle of the street which was blocked off by several trucks while soldiers ran around training as others stood guard.

“Dr Jones for Colonel Sheridan,” Martha said to the guard at the entrance they arrived at, “Tell her the Doctor is with me.”

The guard’s eyes widened just ever so slightly at that before he turned and called over his radio. Turning back a moment later he nodded.

“Dr Jones, you and your guests are expected in the mobile lab,” he said, stepping back to allow them through.

Donna’s head swung from side to side taking everything in, while Rory kept his eyes straight ahead falling into an almost military march. The Doctor glanced at him for a moment with a frown before turning back to Martha just as they reached the lab.

“Dr Jones,” the woman who appeared at the door smiled, “And this must be the Doctor.”

“Colonel Sheridan by any chance?” the Doctor asked.

She nodded, “I believe you knew my uncle.”

“And your uncle is?” the Doctor was intrigued.

“Mike Yates,” Sheridan smiled.

The Doctor stared at her dumbfounded, “No!!!! Mike Yates. How is he?”

“Currently driving my aunt crazy,” Sheridan laughed, “He broke his leg a few weeks ago climbing Ben Nevis with the group of kids he’s been working with.”

The Doctor chuckled, “Well that’s typical. Now, what do you have for me Colonel?”

“Follow me,” she started out of the lab and motioned him towards the site, “And please just call me Terri.”

The Doctor nodded, “This is Donna and Rory.”

“Ah, Mr Williams,” Terri grinned as she turned to him, “I heard about your adventure in the sewers.”

Rory shuddered slightly in the memory, automatically rubbing his arm in case the eggs had begun to grow.

“Alright,” the Doctor said, “Let’s see thi…” he trailed off as they reached the half-buried object, “Well, that is interesting.”

Rory found a spot to sit as he watched the Doctor study what he could see of the object, while Martha and Donna got to know one another. There was something about it that felt familiar to him, but Rory had no idea why.

His phone buzzed and Rory smiled to see Amy had sent him a picture. Opening it he chuckled softly to see her and Julia standing in front of what the sign at the side proclaimed to be the world’s largest ball of twine. It was great to see her even in picture form and Rory wished he could spend some time with her.

He quickly typed back, ‘I’d hate to see the cat that plays with that’ before sending it. Amy’s reply back was a few laughing emojis and Rory thought about calling her but before he could the Doctor let out a cry.

“What?” they all asked.

“I need to see more of the object,” the Doctor told them, “But excavating it will not be easy. UNIT are trying to get scans of it, but we could be here for a few days.”

Donna shrugged, “I should check in with my family.”

Rory gave her a quick smile but remained silent he had no one to call. Besides he was interested in seeing what had been discovered.

“Rory,” the Doctor’s voice made him jump, surprised to find his friend standing there, “Are you with me?”

Looking up at him, Rory nodded.

The Doctor grinned, clapping Rory on the shoulder, “Come on, I want to see what you think.”

“Me?”

“You’ve read several books on things like this,” the Doctor reminded him, “And I know how well you retain information so let’s put that to some good use.”

Night fell on the construction site and the UNIT excavation team left with the night shift guards taking over. Martha and Terri arranged for dinner at the restaurant close to the site. Rory sat and listened to the chatter around the table. Terri was telling stories her uncle had told her about working with the Doctor, who was simply smiling amused and refusing to admit if they were true or false.

After dinner the Doctor decided to head back to the lab to go over some of the pictures that had been taken off the additional layers revealed.

“You know what, I am not sitting around staring at the walls,” Donna said, “Who wants a drink?”

“That sounds great,” Martha grinned.

Terri sighed, “Unfortunately I have to be in charge but another time.”

“Rory?” Donna asked.

He hesitated before shrugging, “Actually I’m tired so I’m going to head back to the TARDIS and get some sleep.”

Donna caught his hand, “Are you sure?”

“It’s been a long day,” Rory told her, “And I’ve not slept much in the last few weeks, so I think it’s a good idea to sleep when I need to.”

Donna nodded, she gave him a quick hug, “If you can’t sleep, call me and we’ll tell you were we are so you can join us.”

Rory gave her a smile before he left them to enjoy their night. Reaching the TARDIS Rory smiled feeling the comforting hum as he walked into the console room. Heading along to his bedroom, Rory stepped inside it for the first time in a few weeks. Changing into his pyjamas, Rory slid under the covers and closed his eyes falling asleep almost instantly.

Fast asleep Rory’s mind floated through the world outside the TARDIS, he could see the object but as he stood at the side the final layers of dirt disappeared and revealed the large octahedron sitting on its tip. Each side was covered in writing he recognised but couldn’t remember how he knew it.

Reaching out Rory touched different symbols on the side, watching the object begin to glow and pulsate before it suddenly exploded in a mix of fire and molten metal.

Gasping awake Rory looked around finding himself somewhere other than the TARDIS. It was a cavern, with solid looking walls made of some kind of black crystal. Slowly getting to his feet Rory discovered he was dressed and had somehow also put his shoes on. Fear gripped him as he looked around trying to work out where he was and if there was a way out of here signalled somewhere. Checking his pockets, he was disappointed to find his phone wasn’t there.

“That would have been helpful,” Rory sighed to the emptiness surrounding him.

He knew he couldn’t just stay here, as much as he kind of wanted to because there was no way anyone would find him. Taking a slow deep breath to stop himself from panicking, Rory turned and checked the two ways before deciding which way to head.

“Doctor!!!”

Donna’s startled voice made the Doctor look up from the screen he was staring at to find his friend running in, panic in her eyes,

“What’s wrong?”

Donna stopped and told him, “Rory is missing.”

The Doctor frowned, “Missing? Are you sure? He went to bed, but you know he hasn’t been sleeping. He’s probably in the library.”

“I checked,” Donna told him, “I wanted to make sure he was actually sleeping. His bed has been slept in, but it looks as though he’s got up and dressed. I checked the library, the observation deck and everywhere he goes to hide. He’s not in the TARDIS.”

“Have you called him?”

Donna pulled out Rory’s phone, “He left it.”

The Doctor stood taking the phone from her hand, “He never goes anywhere without this in case Amy calls.”

“I know,” she grimaced, “We have to find him.”

The Doctor nodded, “We do this methodically. We’re basically in a UNIT base so almost every square inch will be covered in cameras. Colonel,” he called making Terri turn to him, “I need access to every camera and security feed you have.”

“Something wrong, Doctor?” Terri asked.

“Rory may have walked somewhere he shouldn’t,” the Doctor said, “He’s missing, and I want to see if we can find him here.”

“Well,” she motioned them over to the security control section, “Rory was given full access to the site as one of your people. So, the guards would allow him in wherever he went. Lieutenant Grant will assist you with whatever you need.”

Donna wanted to scream in frustration as she sat scanning footage of the base over the three hours since she’d last seen Rory. They had him heading to the TARDIS but since the alleyway they left it in wasn’t part of the base couldn’t tell if he entered it. With the multiple cameras everywhere, they were trying to catch where, if he had, re-entered the base.

“Doctor,” Grant spoke up, “I think I may have something. It’s not much but from the clothes it’s not a member of the UNIT team.”

They gathered around the screen and Grant showed them the footage of an arm going past the cameras.

“Well, the checked shirt screams Rory,” the Doctor mused, “But he’s avoiding the cameras.”

“Why would he?” Donna asked, she noted, “It’s almost like he’s…”

She trailed off and turned to the Doctor who was staring her with a similar horror covering his face.

“Grant,” the Doctor said, “From where that camera is, can you bring up a schematic of where he might be going?”

Grant frowned in thought for a moment, “I can try. The way he’s moving suggests a specific pathway. That means there are limited possibilities for his destination.”

“We work through them methodically,” the Doctor told him, “But when you find Rory, be careful.”

Grant looked confused, “Why?”

“Just be careful.”

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As Rory walked he could feel something tickle against his mind, like a whisper he could hear on the edge of his consciousness. Each step he took made it slightly louder and although Rory knew he shouldn’t move towards the creepy whispering, his legs wouldn’t stop.

The smooth black crystal structure was becoming darker and more sinister with each step. Every moment he moved forward Rory knew that this was wrong, but he couldn’t stop. The whispers became louder and more threatening.

He wanted to run, he wanted to get back to the TARDIS but he was being pulled closer to whatever was there.

Rory felt sick deep in the pit of his stomach as the memories he held of the man who had taken control of him were bubbling to the surface. He didn’t want to see them, didn’t want to remember any of the horrors the warrior had inflicted on others, and they were getting stronger with each step he took but it was impossible to stop.

“Doctor,” Terri called before he ran out the door, “You need to look at this.”

Annoyed he spun back to the screen she was standing at, “What?”

“We managed to get a different type of scanner to check the artefact,” she explained, “It’s given some more details on the writing. I’m hoping this will help you.”

The Doctor scanned the writing, fear filling him as he began to realise what the thing was and if it was then he also knew why Rory was missing.

“Donna,” he yelled as he ran out, she jumped but followed him as he began to run towards the opening of the underground site.

“What the bloody hell?” Donna demanded as the walls around them became a black crystal, “Doctor?”

Shaking his head, the Doctor began to run faster, “The device is from a civilisation which decided they had the right to judge the universe. It hones in on guilt that the people it judges feel and considering everything that has recently happened to Rory, then the guilt he feels is enormous.”

Fear covered Donna’s face, “Oh no. He is barely holding on at the moment as it is.”

They continued through the tunnel and suddenly heard a cry of anguish. Glancing at one another, they began to run. Donna winced as they ran into a cave made of black crystal finding Rory on the ground tears rolling down his cheeks as a man she didn’t recognise sat on a throne.

“Do you speak for the accused,” the man intoned.

The Doctor pulled out the sonic screwdriver and scanned him as Donna dropped down to Rory’s side. She could see the agony in his eyes and wanted to take away all the pain he was feeling right now.

“Who accuses him?” the Doctor demanded.

“I am Halig of the Theiums,” the man replied, “We judge those who are not worthy.”

Anger filled Donna, “He hasn’t done anything.”

Halig let out a laugh, “His memories say different.”

“They’re not his,” Donna snapped.

“It won’t work,” the Doctor told her, “Halig isn’t real, he’s a program set up to judge people who feel guilty. We must have activated it when we got here. Otherwise, there would have been a queue.”

Halig stood and intoned, “Present your arguments.”

“No,” the Doctor replied, “I don’t recognise your authority.”

The man tilted his head before he seemed to flicker and repeated, “Present your arguments.”

Rory cried out, gripping his head.

“Stop,” the Doctor snapped, “You have no authority here. If you don’t stop, I will destroy you.”

Again, the man tilted his head before he flickered and repeated, “Present your arguments.”

“Doctor,” Donna yelled, “You have to stop it,”

Annoyed the Doctor scanned what could be seen of the artefact and frowned, “Give me your phone.”

Donna instantly obeyed before she turned back to Rory, managing to pull him into her arms and hugging him close. The Doctor could hear her whispering comfort to the younger man before he quickly called Martha.

“I need some explosives,” he told her, “I’ve set the sonic to direct you to where we are, but you need to hurry.”

Donna looked up at the Doctor when he crouched down beside them, they were now completely ignoring Halig who seemed to be stuck in a loop, confused by the Doctor refusal to accept it’s authority.

“Why do we need the explosives?” Donna asked.

The Doctor frowned, “I can’t access the system. It’s dead-lock sealed which means the sonic can’t open it.”

“Will it hurt Rory?” Donna stroked his hair as Rory curled into her lost in the memories he was being forced to relive.

Grimacing the Doctor shook his head, “I don’t know but if I leave it then that thing will continue to torture him.”

Only a few moments later Martha, Terri and several guards arrived carrying the explosives the Doctor had asked for.

“Donna, Martha,” he ordered as he took the explosives, “Get Rory out of here. Best to get him into the TARDIS.”

Martha nodded and ordered two of the guards to help them carry Rory out of the cave. Assured his friend was being moved to safety, the Doctor turned back to the artefact and began to place the explosives at strategic places.

“Is this a good idea?” Terri asked.

The Doctor nodded, “If I’m right, which I usually am, this will implode after the initial explosion, and you won’t need to excavate the site.”

Terri sighed, “Well, my report will basically blame you for this. So, whenever you’re ready.”

The Doctor set the timer and they started to run. Reaching the edge of the safe zone just as the timer hit zero and the ground shook at the explosion. Watching the large object suddenly crumple in on itself, the Doctor nodded in satisfaction before he ducked into the TARDIS.

Donna hugged Rory tightly as they sat on the floor of the TARDIS as they waited for the Doctor to destroy the thing that was hurting him. Martha was standing worriedly but it was clear she felt uncomfortable.

Suddenly the room shook and Rory gasped.

“Hey,” Donna whispered, “Rory, talk to me.”

Her friend’s green eyes focussed on her, “It’s stopped,” he whispered.

The door opened and the Doctor walked in, instantly moving to Rory’s side and dropping down beside him.

“Doctor,” Rory breathed, “Why won’t he leave me alone?”

Tears filled Donna’s eyes at Rory’s question, as the Doctor grimaced.

“I’m sorry, Rory,” the Doctor told him, “I should have recognised the artefact faster and never should have let you near it.”

“You need to sleep,” Donna spoke up.

Rory shook his head, “I can’t.”

“Do you trust me?” the Doctor asked softly.

Donna squeezed Rory’s hand as he nodded.

Placing his fingers on Rory’s temples, the Doctor breathed, “Then trust me now and I’ll help you rest.”

Rory leaned into the Doctor and Donna sighed in relief that the younger man did trust the Time Lord as the Doctor gently helped Rory into unconsciousness.

The Doctor took Terri’s offered hand.

“It was a pleasure to finally meet you, Doctor,” Terri said, “Uncle Mike will be annoyed he didn’t get a chance to see you, but I know you have to leave.”

He nodded, “Give Mike my best.”

“How is Rory?” she asked quietly.

“Recovering,” was all the Doctor said, “Look after yourself, Colonel. You’ve given me hope for the future of UNIT.”

She chuckled as he gave her another quick smile before he headed into the TARDIS. Donna and Martha were standing talking waiting for him.

“Thanks for coming,” Martha hugged him.

The Doctor smiled as he hugged her back, “You’re welcome. I’m glad you and your family are doing well.”

Martha let him go before asking, “Will Rory be okay?”

The Doctor nodded, “He will. He is tougher than people think.”

“I remember,” Martha smiled, she turned to Donna and hugged her quickly, “Look after them.”

Donna nodded, “Someone has to.”

As Martha left the Doctor threw his coat over the railing and moved to the console.

“Where are we going?” Donna asked.

“Rory needs someone to help him through this,” the Doctor told her, “And there is only one person I know who will do that.”

Donna frowned confused for a moment before realisation hit her, “Amy.”

“Amy,” the Doctor nodded, “He needs her in person this time and I don’t care if he doesn’t want her to know he’s travelling with us. She’s who he needs right now.”

“Then let’s go get her,” Donna stated, gripping the console as the Doctor hit the lever.

#fic #alternate universe #doctor who #Rory Williams #Tenth Doctor #Donna Noble #Martha Jones

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sohotthateveryonedied · 4 years

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Talk Less, Smile More

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Summary:

Tim wakes up, a silent cry scraping up his throat.

He grapples for his neck, wheezing panicked gasps as he feels for the thick blood that should be painting his skin, the gash carved through his trachea. Instead, he finds the ridge of a scar and the soft collar of the shirt he wore to bed.

Cold gravel presses against Tim’s back, digging in through the kevlar padding as he lies on the rooftop. There isn’t much to see; there so rarely is when you live in a city ranked the seventh most polluted in the United States. There are so few stars above, but each twinkles its heart out as if they’re laughing at Tim’s misfortune down below. They watch him bleed out and titter as it happens. Time moves in little eternities bookended by larger ones, pockets of time that make no sense because, by all reason, Tim should have been dead hours ago. It certainly feels like he’s been here that long. Maybe this is just how it goes when you die. Your heart slows, beat by beat, and with it slows consciousness. Your thoughts become a dripping faucet, never quite knowing when to stop until fate says “fuck it” and twists off the handle. Tim is dying. He knows that for certain. What other option is there when you can’t breathe and are bleeding out faster than anyone can run to save you? Miraculously, there is no pain as Tim slowly chokes on his own blood; only the agonizing push and pull of lungs struggling for air they can’t reach. Tim is going to die here, all by himself on this damn bloodied rooftop. Who knows how long it will be until someone finds the body, if the rats don’t chew him down to the bone first. Maybe it’ll be a janitor. Maybe a suicide jumper will stumble upon Tim’s mangled corpse and be convinced not to do the deed, if only to spare themselves the humiliation of rotting alone on icy gravel.

Tears slip over Tim’s temples and catch in his bloodied hair. Will his family wonder what happened to him, or will they simply forget to check if their brother and son is still alive? How long will it take for them to realize that Tim hasn’t checked in? Days? Weeks? Ever? I did it for you, he would tell them if he had breath. All of you. For Bruce. I just wanted to bring our family back together. He just wanted to bring Bruce back. Instead he went and got himself killed. Tim can’t see how severe the damage is, but he knows it’s too deep to fix. It’s too deep to breathe, but Tim tries anyway because lungs are one of those things that refuses to give up, even when the rest of your body knows it’s a wasted effort. Tim gasps for air he can’t have, choking as blood spurts from the wound, spilling down his throat and pooling on his collarbone. He hovers on that precipice between life and death—a fish on a beach, a sailor between plank and shark-infested waters. He’s so sure of it that for a moment, he’s convinced that he hallucinates the shape swinging overhead. It’s his personal angel of death, come to collect. Then he blinks back the fog of self-grief, the misty tears clouding his vision. Because he would recognize Dick Grayson anywhere, batsuit or not. Tim opens his mouth and strains to make a noise, to scream, anything. But some invisible force holds him down and keeps his limbs from working. All he needs is one noise, and maybe this doesn’t have to be the end. Or if it does, then at least he’ll have his big brother to hold him as he goes. Dick, he mouths. Help me. But all that comes out are whooshes of air, grating against his mutilated throat and severed vocal cords. Tim is suffocating to death and help is so close, but so far away. Dick can’t hear him. No one will ever hear him again. Please, Dick, Tim silently wheezes as the shape gets farther and farther away. I’m scared. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to be alone anymore. The scene gets blurry as his eyelids droop without his consent, Dick’s image still prominent against the blackness, like he’s determined to tease Tim with rescue just out of reach. Tim’s chest jerks as he strains for air, his vision darkening at the edges, taking him away… Tim wakes up, a silent cry scraping up his throat. He grapples for his neck, wheezing panicked gasps as he feels for the thick blood that should be painting his skin, the gash carved through his trachea. Instead, he finds the ridge of a scar and the soft collar of the shirt he wore to bed. Tim releases a shaky breath. He’s drenched in sweat, sticky and making him shiver despite the sheets tangled around his legs. Trembling fingers touch his cheek and find salty wetness there, the remnants of tears he shed in his sleep. It’s fine, he tells himself. It was just a dream. A memory. You’re okay now. He hasn’t been okay in months. The only sound to be heard in the dark bedroom is Tim’s own harsh breathing. He runs a hand through his hair, scrubs away the tears. God. He should be past this by now, right? And yet he can’t escape the lingering image of nightmare and memory blurred together, combining to create a worse monster in his head. Before he knows what he’s doing, Tim is reaching for his cell phone and punching in the numbers, trying to pretend like there aren’t glass shards pushing their way through his lungs. Three rings. A click. “Tim?” Dick sounds exhausted, his voice thick with sleep. “It’s three in the morning.” Oh. Tim didn’t even think to check the time. Now he feels kind of bad for waking Dick up when the guy already gets so little sleep as it is. “What’s up?” It hasn’t occurred to Tim until now that he can’t exactly talk over the phone anymore. He keeps forgetting that part, keeps answering calls only to feel a rock settle in his stomach when he remembers that he can’t even say hello. He let instinct carry him tonight, drive him to do what he does every time he has a nightmare: call Dick. He hears the shifting of a mattress. “Did you have a nightmare?” Tim doesn’t say anything—can’t say anything, but there’s a sigh on the other end as Dick must take the shuddering breaths for what they are. Even voiceless, Dick knows him so well. “What can I do?” Good question. Swallowing thickly, Tim lowers his phone to the nightstand and knocks on the wood. Morse code. Talk. “Okay,” Dick says. Tim can almost hear the cogs in his brain clicking as he thinks. “Uh...want to hear about the last time Donna and I went out drinking?” He doesn’t wait for an answer and starts talking, rambles on about gay bars and something called a Long Island iced tea. Tim lies back down and puts Dick on speakerphone, letting his voice fill the room. Slowly, as Dick rambles, Tim’s heart begins to settle. His hands stop shaking, little by little. Breathing gets easier, less like he’s sucking in air through a pixie stick. He doesn’t know how he’ll ever get used to this, to the never-ending silence. Tim was comfortable being the quiet Robin compared to his predecessors, because at least then it was a conscious choice to adopt the same silent, brooding demeanor as his mentor. Just as often as he came in with a quip and a joke, Tim thought. He listened. He got good at the silence, at hearing what others missed and catching cues between words. Tim had a reason for his own silence, just as he had the power to drop the schtick in a second and go back to being Tim Drake. But now? Now the choice to be quiet has been made for him. And that is a fate worse than he ever could have bargained for.

#whumptober 2020 #no.24 #forced mutism #tim drake #red robin #robin #idiot duckboy #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #batfamily #batfam #dc comics #fanfiction #fanfic

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painandpleasure86 · 3 years

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I (still) feel love (for you) -Johnica Week, day 7

A/N: Hi beautiful people! Again another fic for @eileen-crys‘ ship week! I have another one from this ship week that I didn’t finish yet, but I decided to post this one anyway (I’ll post the another that I tried to post for day 5 at some point of this day or week). I hope you enjoy this little fic. I chose the prompts Anniversary and Dancing for day 7.

You can also find it in AO3 here.

Summary: Another anniversary day, and they will celebrate at Covid-19’s style...

Pairing: Nowadays Johnica

Word count: 800.

Warning: swearing, but this is mainly a fluff story. Also, sorry for my grammar and more, English it’s my second language and since ten years ago I’m self-taught.

Permanent tag list: @warriorteam1924 @toomuchlove-willkillyou @deakysgurl @0-primejive-0

2021 started. After a hard 2020, full of new rules and stress, it’s necessary, more than ever, a happy time. Lockdown in the United Kingdom it’s there, so there exists restrictions to go out again. Any plans for a special dinner in a restaurant are impossible. They should find another way to celebrate that special day.

He wakes up early. After some minutes lying in his bed, watching to the ceiling, he leaves his bed and changes his clothes. He goes downstairs, more specifically to the kitchen, so he can prepare his tea. He will not check the internet for the fans’ messages, he just wants a time with his morning tea in peace. “Surely there will be thousands and thousands of greetings from fans, but really I don’t want to see a screen today… or at least, less than the usual. I’m tired of watching a damn screen. Fucking 2020”, he thinks meanwhile he’s listening to the radio.

An hour later, she appears in the kitchen, looking at her phone’s screen. He’s still there, drinking another cup of tea, smoking a cig and evading reading the newspaper. He’s resting from preparing something that’s a part of his plan.

-John, I wanted to send a message through WhatsApp to the familiar group, but here it says “no internet connection”. Do you have the same problem or the internet it’s working wrongly? -Ronnie asks. She’s wearing her pink robe and her favourite slippers.

-I disconnected the internet for today. And hi, no?

-My manners!-she laughs nervously meanwhile she’s going closer to her husband-. Sorry. Hi-she says kissing his bald head-. Do you know which day it’s today? -she asks, hugging John with her right arm.

-I know. That’s why I disconnected the internet -he replies, smoking his cigarette and hugging her with his free arm.

-What are you planning, John? -Ronnie asks, leaving the embrace.

He exhales the smoke from his nose.

-Just being in peace, without the internet. Without screens… well, fewer screens, y’know -he replies, hiding his real intentions- I… I’m tired of the internet and news and all of that shit. I want to be in a good mood today. So please, no TV news today.

-But if something important happens today?

-We will know tomorrow.

-Okay John -she says, starting to prepare her breakfast.

After her breakfast and John’s third cup of tea, they decide to watch films on Netflix. John turns on the internet just for that, before asking his wife to ignore her smartphone.

-What time it’s it?- Ronnie asks, when the second film ended.

-Almost noon.

-God, I need to prepare something to eat -she says, standing up worried.

-No, sweet lady. Go and change your outfit. Please, wear something beautiful.

-John, what are you preparing…?-she asks, trying to wonder what’s going on.

-You will know. It’s a surprise…-he replies, winking an eye.

When she disappears and from his sight, he continues preparing a special meal that he was preparing secretly last night and last morning. Also, he turns off the internet again.

She reappears again, trying to identify the smell that’s coming from the kitchen… And she watches her husband decided to prepare some home-made pierogi.

-J… John… you made this alone? -Ronnie asks.

-Yeah, I hope you like it. Sit please.

She couldn’t help but hug him tightly.

-Thank you -she says, near to his right ear.

-You’re welcome -he replies, giving her a kiss on her forehead- but now we need to eat while it’s warm.

They leave the embrace and enjoy their home-made lunch in peace, talking about random things. John suggests doing something after dinner.

-Do you wanna dance?

-I… I don’t know.

-No one it’s watching us, just you and I.

-Okay, let me drink my digestive tea first.

-Of course, the day’s ours. Take your time. I’ll go to the bathroom -he says, standing up from his chair and leaving the room.

After her tea, they’re ready to have some fun.

-Records or Spotify?

-As you wish John…

-Okay.

He chooses Spotify, and press play in his “jrd’s 70/80 disco dancing” playlist (it has popular songs from his times dancing in discos between the 70s and 80s). Start to sound I feel love by Donna Summer from the Bluetooth speakers.

-Oh I love that song! -he says, smiling and closing his eyes. He starts to dance as he used to- C’mon, lady! -he exclaims to her, opening his eyes.

Blushing, Veronica accompanies her husband. Firstly, she feels so embarrassed, but after some minutes, she’s enjoying the moment and remembering old times. Both they’re smiling.

Despite all the shit over there, they found some happiness and can forget for some minutes that there's a pandemic around there. They found a way to celebrate their day. They’re still feeling love...

I hope you enjoyed this. If that happened, please like and reblog this fic!!

Cheers, Lily.

#JohnicaWeek2021 #john deacon #veronica tetzlaff #wedding anniversary #johnica #queen fanfiction #queen fluff #married couple #fluff #covid lockdown #covid19

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