FIC: Something I have Missed Prologue/? *DOCTOR WHO/TORCHWOOD*
TITLE: Something I have Missed Prologue/?
AUTHOR: juliet316
FANDOM: Doctor Who/TORCHWOOD
RATING: PG - 13
CONTENT: ADULT LANGUAGE (maybe)
CATEGORY: ADULT, DRAMA
SPOILERS: AU with some canon events sprinkled in throught Who's four seasons throughout. Torchwood's canon is more or less intact through most of Season One and Two. Basically you can either believe this takes place before Exit Wounds or believe that Exit Wounds never happened.
SUMMARY: An adventure gone awry robs Rose, Nine and Jack of their memories of each other. As a result each of their lives take very different, seperate turns. Challenge response to the following quote at the quote_inspiredLJ community:
"For a moment there, I thought you were going to let it get me."
"For a moment there, so did I!"
My deadline was May 20th.
DISCLAIMER: Doctor Who and Torchwood are owned by the BBC, and the characters featured in the story were created by Russell T. Davies. No money is made off of them.
DISTRIBUTION: FF.NET, WWOMB. Anywhere else, please ask.
X - posted to quote_inspired, doctorwho, lj user= dwfiction>, time_and_chips, torch_wood
Jackie Tyler had always been afraid that one day she would hear the sound of the TARDIS and her world would come crashing down. She would often have terrifying nightmares while Rose was gone with varying degrees of horror. Mostly with images of the alien her daughter traveled with carrying Rose’s lifeless body in his leather - clad arms. They usually ended the same: Jackie screaming in grief with her daughter in her arms, only in those dreams, Rose would never wake up again.
Jackie never realized that her nightmarish image could yield a fate more terrifying than death.
When she had heard the sound of the Doctor’s blue box, Jackie had known something was wrong right away. For starters, the sound of the materialization as Rose called it was coming much closer than usual. It seemed to be coming from the flat, rather than out in the street as Jackie usually heard if she was there when the TARDIS showed up. The other thing that tipped Jackie off was this overwhelming sense of worry coming from somewhere, and that more than anything caused Jackie to take off to where she heard the ships sounds: The direction of Rose’s bedroom.
When she came bursting through her daughters old room, Jackie’s heart turned to ice and dropped to the floor. There was the Doctor, laying her daughter gently on her bed, in a scene out of Jackie’s most vivid nightmares. He leaned over and whispered something into Rose’s ear before kissing her softly on the top of her head. As he made to stand up Jackie accosted him.
“What happened?!” Jackie yelled, hysteria creeping in seeing her daughter so still. Only the fact that she could see Rose still breathing kept Jackie from losing it completely. “What did you do to my daughter?!”
“She’s still alive,” The Doctor said simply. The northern accent of his unusually quiet, grief laced in it.
“But why is she unconscious, why did you bring her home?” Jackie asked.
“Because very soon, she won’t remember me; won’t remember traveling to far - flung worlds and time and space. She won’t remember me.” He started to explain.
“There was a, mishap on a planet. One of us, me, Jack, or Rose, said, or did the wrong thing at the wrong time.” That was when Jackie realized that the other man Rose and the Doctor had been traveling with had not come out with the Doctor. “The planet’s ruling council decided the best way to ‘fix’ us so to speak was to separate us from each other. Very clever, that bunch.”
They injected a virus. One that erases not specific portions of one’s memory, but is designed to disintegrate the neurons protecting the unaffected portions of the entire brain as well. Causing a fantastic meltdown of the brain. I couldn’t let that happen to Rose, so I brought her to where she’d be safe.” He finished, in what Jackie could only describe as almost a robotic tone to his voice, his blue eyes staring into some far off distance that Jackie could only guess at.
“But why can’t -" Jackie started.
“Because, I’m infected too!” The Doctor shot at her. “I can keep it at bay, but not for much longer. I was able to hold on long enough to take Rose and Jack back to where they originally belonged. In a few hours I won’t remember either one of them.”
“And you’ll be alone when you do,” Jackie unconsciously finished the unspoken part of his diatribe. Jackie had some limited experience with that. Late nights when she had drunk too much and blacked out, only to wake up in some strange bed with no idea how she had gotten there. She couldn’t imagine waking up alone to discover losing years of your life, or worse, not even knowing who you were.
“At least Rose will have you and R - Mickey. She’ll only be missing the two years she traveled with me. Mickey boy will be happy. Might be able to get her back.”
The Doctor refused to look her in the eyes as he said that. Instead his gaze was focused entirely on Rose. Those steel - blue eyes seeming to want to burn Rose’s face into his brain so that he might on the off chance remember. Jackie could see the closed off pain in them; see how much this was hurting him, to know that he wouldn’t remember her daughter.
“Is there anyway to reverse it?” Jackie asked quietly.
“Some of the rebels, theorize that the memory is suppressed rather than erased and that the virus eventually leaves the infected person’s system,” the Doctor spoke, “but there’s no way of testing that without attempting to trigger the infected memory. Even if I were to - even if I were to somehow regain my own memory, there would be no way for me to realize it and see if it could help Rose. I’m sorry, Jackie, but I can’t risk Rose that way.”
“It’s almost time. I’m sorry, I have to leave now.
Jackie nodded fighting back her own tears. As he turned to enter his ship and leave her place for the last time Jackie suddenly, impulsively called out.
I know you probably won’t remember this, but promise me something”
The Doctor turned to her with almost an expectant look upon his face.
“Rose said that before Rose started traveling with you, you were alone. If you want to even if on a subconscious level, honor my daughter, find somebody to travel with. I don’t care if it’s a green - skinned dancing girl. Just don’t be alone.”
The Doctor gave her a tight, painful smile.
“Good - bye Jackie Tyler.”
With that the Doctor closed the door on the TARDIS and disappeared for the last time.
Jackie simply held her sleeping daughter and cried.
AUTHOR: juliet316
FANDOM: Doctor Who/TORCHWOOD
RATING: PG - 13
CONTENT: ADULT LANGUAGE (maybe)
CATEGORY: ADULT, DRAMA
SPOILERS: AU with some canon events sprinkled in throught Who's four seasons throughout. Torchwood's canon is more or less intact through most of Season One and Two. Basically you can either believe this takes place before Exit Wounds or believe that Exit Wounds never happened.
SUMMARY: An adventure gone awry robs Rose, Nine and Jack of their memories of each other. As a result each of their lives take very different, seperate turns. Challenge response to the following quote at the quote_inspiredLJ community:
"For a moment there, I thought you were going to let it get me."
"For a moment there, so did I!"
My deadline was May 20th.
DISCLAIMER: Doctor Who and Torchwood are owned by the BBC, and the characters featured in the story were created by Russell T. Davies. No money is made off of them.
DISTRIBUTION: FF.NET, WWOMB. Anywhere else, please ask.
X - posted to quote_inspired, doctorwho, lj user= dwfiction>, time_and_chips, torch_wood
Jackie Tyler had always been afraid that one day she would hear the sound of the TARDIS and her world would come crashing down. She would often have terrifying nightmares while Rose was gone with varying degrees of horror. Mostly with images of the alien her daughter traveled with carrying Rose’s lifeless body in his leather - clad arms. They usually ended the same: Jackie screaming in grief with her daughter in her arms, only in those dreams, Rose would never wake up again.
Jackie never realized that her nightmarish image could yield a fate more terrifying than death.
When she had heard the sound of the Doctor’s blue box, Jackie had known something was wrong right away. For starters, the sound of the materialization as Rose called it was coming much closer than usual. It seemed to be coming from the flat, rather than out in the street as Jackie usually heard if she was there when the TARDIS showed up. The other thing that tipped Jackie off was this overwhelming sense of worry coming from somewhere, and that more than anything caused Jackie to take off to where she heard the ships sounds: The direction of Rose’s bedroom.
When she came bursting through her daughters old room, Jackie’s heart turned to ice and dropped to the floor. There was the Doctor, laying her daughter gently on her bed, in a scene out of Jackie’s most vivid nightmares. He leaned over and whispered something into Rose’s ear before kissing her softly on the top of her head. As he made to stand up Jackie accosted him.
“What happened?!” Jackie yelled, hysteria creeping in seeing her daughter so still. Only the fact that she could see Rose still breathing kept Jackie from losing it completely. “What did you do to my daughter?!”
“She’s still alive,” The Doctor said simply. The northern accent of his unusually quiet, grief laced in it.
“But why is she unconscious, why did you bring her home?” Jackie asked.
“Because very soon, she won’t remember me; won’t remember traveling to far - flung worlds and time and space. She won’t remember me.” He started to explain.
“There was a, mishap on a planet. One of us, me, Jack, or Rose, said, or did the wrong thing at the wrong time.” That was when Jackie realized that the other man Rose and the Doctor had been traveling with had not come out with the Doctor. “The planet’s ruling council decided the best way to ‘fix’ us so to speak was to separate us from each other. Very clever, that bunch.”
They injected a virus. One that erases not specific portions of one’s memory, but is designed to disintegrate the neurons protecting the unaffected portions of the entire brain as well. Causing a fantastic meltdown of the brain. I couldn’t let that happen to Rose, so I brought her to where she’d be safe.” He finished, in what Jackie could only describe as almost a robotic tone to his voice, his blue eyes staring into some far off distance that Jackie could only guess at.
“But why can’t -" Jackie started.
“Because, I’m infected too!” The Doctor shot at her. “I can keep it at bay, but not for much longer. I was able to hold on long enough to take Rose and Jack back to where they originally belonged. In a few hours I won’t remember either one of them.”
“And you’ll be alone when you do,” Jackie unconsciously finished the unspoken part of his diatribe. Jackie had some limited experience with that. Late nights when she had drunk too much and blacked out, only to wake up in some strange bed with no idea how she had gotten there. She couldn’t imagine waking up alone to discover losing years of your life, or worse, not even knowing who you were.
“At least Rose will have you and R - Mickey. She’ll only be missing the two years she traveled with me. Mickey boy will be happy. Might be able to get her back.”
The Doctor refused to look her in the eyes as he said that. Instead his gaze was focused entirely on Rose. Those steel - blue eyes seeming to want to burn Rose’s face into his brain so that he might on the off chance remember. Jackie could see the closed off pain in them; see how much this was hurting him, to know that he wouldn’t remember her daughter.
“Is there anyway to reverse it?” Jackie asked quietly.
“Some of the rebels, theorize that the memory is suppressed rather than erased and that the virus eventually leaves the infected person’s system,” the Doctor spoke, “but there’s no way of testing that without attempting to trigger the infected memory. Even if I were to - even if I were to somehow regain my own memory, there would be no way for me to realize it and see if it could help Rose. I’m sorry, Jackie, but I can’t risk Rose that way.”
“It’s almost time. I’m sorry, I have to leave now.
Jackie nodded fighting back her own tears. As he turned to enter his ship and leave her place for the last time Jackie suddenly, impulsively called out.
I know you probably won’t remember this, but promise me something”
The Doctor turned to her with almost an expectant look upon his face.
“Rose said that before Rose started traveling with you, you were alone. If you want to even if on a subconscious level, honor my daughter, find somebody to travel with. I don’t care if it’s a green - skinned dancing girl. Just don’t be alone.”
The Doctor gave her a tight, painful smile.
“Good - bye Jackie Tyler.”
With that the Doctor closed the door on the TARDIS and disappeared for the last time.
Jackie simply held her sleeping daughter and cried.