Metempsychosis (1/5)
Title: Metempsychosis
Author:
janna_hawkins
Pairing: Nine & Rose
Rating: PG
Spoilers (if applicable to Series 4): Journey's End. Spoilers for most of episode
Beta: danaems
Author Notes: Written on Prompt 12 - The duplicate human Doctor/Handy is the Ninth instead of the Tenth - for the hearts_in_time Summer Adventure Ficathon. It became as I wrote it somewhat of a fix-it for Journey's End. Some parts are the same, but others are completely different from the original episode. Huge thanks to my beta!!! Love you, girl!
I hope you enjoy this! :)
Chapter 2
me·tem·psy·cho·sis \mə-ˌtem(p)-si-ˈkō-səs, ˌme-təm-ˌsī-\
noun
the passing of the soul at death into another body either human or animal
~..~
Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
Ignoring the fires burning around her, Donna Noble slowly reached towards the glowing jar that the steady beating was coming from. As her fingers grazed the glass, the golden light flew outwards, covering her a split second before the jar shattered and she was thrown backwards. As she righted herself, her eyes were drawn to the twitching hand lying on the grating. She watched as a golden light seemed to flow from the end and form a human-shaped body. Suddenly, the glowing form on the floor pulled itself into a sitting position and the yellowish substance fell away to reveal...
"Wha...who the heck are you?!"
The man sitting on the floor grinned. "Nice to see you too, Donna."
"How do you know my name?!"
"I'm the Doctor!"
"No, you're not!"
"Yeah, I am," he protested indignantly, folding his arms over his chest.
Donna glared at the man and involuntarily ran her eyes over him, unfortunately not managing to avert her eyes in time. "Y-you're naked!" she exclaimed, covering her eyes and willing the image seared into her mind to disappear.
The man claiming to be the Doctor looked down and raised his eyebrows. "Ah." Suddenly as a bell tolled loudly he clambered to his feet and grabbed the jacket Donna offered. Wrapping it around his waist, he moved around the console swiftly, managing to dematerialize the TARDIS before it was completely destroyed. Once he had done that, he turned and hurried from the console room.
Donna stared at the door that he had disappeared through, mouth hanging open, until he finally returned, dressed in black jeans and a green jumper, carrying both hers as well as a heavy, black leather jacket over his arm. He tossed hers over the railing and shrugged the other on before leaning against the console and grinning at her.
"So, Donna Noble, what’s your first question?"
"I...who are you?"
"I told you, I'm the Doctor. Didn't you hear me the first time?"
Donna stood and walked slowly over to him. Once she was close enough, she whipped her hand out and poked him in the chest. "Now you listen to me, mister! I know the Doctor and he's not from the North, worn anything punk like that, nor had ears the size of flyin' saucers! Now. Tell. Me. Who. You. Are," she snapped, punctuating each word with a hard jab to his chest.
He winced and pushed her hand away, moving until there was a safe distance between them, namely the console. "Look, Donna, I know this might hard for you to understand but I'm telling the truth. I am the Doctor. I just look like the regeneration before the one you know."
"What d'ya mean 'before the one you know'? How many of you are there?!"
The Doctor frowned slightly. "Eleven now including me. 'Course I might not count as a Time Lord seeing as how I've only one heart. But never mind that now."
"W-what do you mean only one heart?"
He cautiously walked over to her, gently took her hand and placed it on his chest. She stared up at him, feeling only one steady beat beneath her palm.
"H-how is that possible?"
He grinned. "Well, because of you, Donna Noble. Remember when I almost regenerated a while ago when that Dalek tried to kill me? Well all that energy normally needed for regeneration went into my hand in that jar," he said, pointing down to the shards of glass scattered on the grating. "You touched the jar and wham! Instant biological metacrisis. Quite amazing that it actually worked really, considering that half of my formula came from an ordinary human."
"Oi!"
"Oi yours- wait...oh no. Please tell me it didn't...oh it did. My brain has part of you in it! Oh, this is awful. I'm like half human! That’s just disgus-OW," he yelped as her hand connected loudly with his cheek.
"Stop insultin me, space boy, and tell me what’s going on!"
The Doctor glared at her as he rubbed his cheek. "I just did. Not my fault you were too busy hitting me to listen. Get on well with Jackie Tyler, you would. She liked hitting me too...and kissed me once too...'course it was the other me, but I still remember it," he said with a shudder.
"Oi, you want another smack, big ears?!” As he winced and took an involuntary step backwards, she smirked. “Better. Now you were just yammering on about some bio-whatchamahilly. Now, in plain English, tell me what is going on!"
"It’s called a biological metacrisis. And can the full explanation wait until we've taken out all the Daleks? I think they should be the main priority. Them and Davros...and the other me...and Rose...and the others too."
"Listen, you...whatever you are, either you explain right now or you're gonna feel my fist hittin the side of your head!"
"Fine,” he muttered, folding his arms and frowning at her. “Basically the regeneration energy made some kind of link between us, making it easy for me to be created. In the process it copied parts of your mind into mine. Better?"
Donna shook her head slowly. "You are the weirdest person I've ever met. And that includes the Ood!"
He rolled his eyes and pulled up one of the sheets of grating, dropping underneath. "Now go find something possibly helpful to do while I repair the TARDIS and figure out how best to take out the Daleks this time."
Donna scowled and plopped down on the console bench. "'Go find something possibly helpful to do while I do blah blah blah. Now I know he's really the Doctor."
"Well thanks, Donna. Glad you're finally acceptin' me."
"Oi! Private personal conversation! Keep your ears to yourself, Dumbo!"
She heard a chuckle drift up from below and folded her arms, huffing angrily. Apparently he'd always be a stupid stuck up Time Lord, no matter what he looked like.
Author:
janna_hawkins
Pairing: Nine & Rose
Rating: PG
Spoilers (if applicable to Series 4): Journey's End. Spoilers for most of episode
Beta: danaems
Author Notes: Written on Prompt 12 - The duplicate human Doctor/Handy is the Ninth instead of the Tenth - for the hearts_in_time Summer Adventure Ficathon. It became as I wrote it somewhat of a fix-it for Journey's End. Some parts are the same, but others are completely different from the original episode. Huge thanks to my beta!!! Love you, girl!
I hope you enjoy this! :)
Chapter 2
me·tem·psy·cho·sis \mə-ˌtem(p)-si-ˈkō-səs, ˌme-təm-ˌsī-\
noun
the passing of the soul at death into another body either human or animal
~..~
Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
Ignoring the fires burning around her, Donna Noble slowly reached towards the glowing jar that the steady beating was coming from. As her fingers grazed the glass, the golden light flew outwards, covering her a split second before the jar shattered and she was thrown backwards. As she righted herself, her eyes were drawn to the twitching hand lying on the grating. She watched as a golden light seemed to flow from the end and form a human-shaped body. Suddenly, the glowing form on the floor pulled itself into a sitting position and the yellowish substance fell away to reveal...
"Wha...who the heck are you?!"
The man sitting on the floor grinned. "Nice to see you too, Donna."
"How do you know my name?!"
"I'm the Doctor!"
"No, you're not!"
"Yeah, I am," he protested indignantly, folding his arms over his chest.
Donna glared at the man and involuntarily ran her eyes over him, unfortunately not managing to avert her eyes in time. "Y-you're naked!" she exclaimed, covering her eyes and willing the image seared into her mind to disappear.
The man claiming to be the Doctor looked down and raised his eyebrows. "Ah." Suddenly as a bell tolled loudly he clambered to his feet and grabbed the jacket Donna offered. Wrapping it around his waist, he moved around the console swiftly, managing to dematerialize the TARDIS before it was completely destroyed. Once he had done that, he turned and hurried from the console room.
Donna stared at the door that he had disappeared through, mouth hanging open, until he finally returned, dressed in black jeans and a green jumper, carrying both hers as well as a heavy, black leather jacket over his arm. He tossed hers over the railing and shrugged the other on before leaning against the console and grinning at her.
"So, Donna Noble, what’s your first question?"
"I...who are you?"
"I told you, I'm the Doctor. Didn't you hear me the first time?"
Donna stood and walked slowly over to him. Once she was close enough, she whipped her hand out and poked him in the chest. "Now you listen to me, mister! I know the Doctor and he's not from the North, worn anything punk like that, nor had ears the size of flyin' saucers! Now. Tell. Me. Who. You. Are," she snapped, punctuating each word with a hard jab to his chest.
He winced and pushed her hand away, moving until there was a safe distance between them, namely the console. "Look, Donna, I know this might hard for you to understand but I'm telling the truth. I am the Doctor. I just look like the regeneration before the one you know."
"What d'ya mean 'before the one you know'? How many of you are there?!"
The Doctor frowned slightly. "Eleven now including me. 'Course I might not count as a Time Lord seeing as how I've only one heart. But never mind that now."
"W-what do you mean only one heart?"
He cautiously walked over to her, gently took her hand and placed it on his chest. She stared up at him, feeling only one steady beat beneath her palm.
"H-how is that possible?"
He grinned. "Well, because of you, Donna Noble. Remember when I almost regenerated a while ago when that Dalek tried to kill me? Well all that energy normally needed for regeneration went into my hand in that jar," he said, pointing down to the shards of glass scattered on the grating. "You touched the jar and wham! Instant biological metacrisis. Quite amazing that it actually worked really, considering that half of my formula came from an ordinary human."
"Oi!"
"Oi yours- wait...oh no. Please tell me it didn't...oh it did. My brain has part of you in it! Oh, this is awful. I'm like half human! That’s just disgus-OW," he yelped as her hand connected loudly with his cheek.
"Stop insultin me, space boy, and tell me what’s going on!"
The Doctor glared at her as he rubbed his cheek. "I just did. Not my fault you were too busy hitting me to listen. Get on well with Jackie Tyler, you would. She liked hitting me too...and kissed me once too...'course it was the other me, but I still remember it," he said with a shudder.
"Oi, you want another smack, big ears?!” As he winced and took an involuntary step backwards, she smirked. “Better. Now you were just yammering on about some bio-whatchamahilly. Now, in plain English, tell me what is going on!"
"It’s called a biological metacrisis. And can the full explanation wait until we've taken out all the Daleks? I think they should be the main priority. Them and Davros...and the other me...and Rose...and the others too."
"Listen, you...whatever you are, either you explain right now or you're gonna feel my fist hittin the side of your head!"
"Fine,” he muttered, folding his arms and frowning at her. “Basically the regeneration energy made some kind of link between us, making it easy for me to be created. In the process it copied parts of your mind into mine. Better?"
Donna shook her head slowly. "You are the weirdest person I've ever met. And that includes the Ood!"
He rolled his eyes and pulled up one of the sheets of grating, dropping underneath. "Now go find something possibly helpful to do while I repair the TARDIS and figure out how best to take out the Daleks this time."
Donna scowled and plopped down on the console bench. "'Go find something possibly helpful to do while I do blah blah blah. Now I know he's really the Doctor."
"Well thanks, Donna. Glad you're finally acceptin' me."
"Oi! Private personal conversation! Keep your ears to yourself, Dumbo!"
She heard a chuckle drift up from below and folded her arms, huffing angrily. Apparently he'd always be a stupid stuck up Time Lord, no matter what he looked like.