FIC: Thy Faith Rewarded Prologue/? *DOCTOR WHO/TORCHWOOD*
By my own admission, the theory behind this story is probably a bit out there. Hopefully you'll be willing to take the ride with me on this story.
TITLE: Thy Faith Rewarded Prologue/?
AUTHOR: juliet316
FANDOM: Doctor Who/Torchwood
RATING: PG - 13
CONTENT: ADULT LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, CHARACTER DEATH, Slightly cracky Face of Boe theory.
CATEGORY: ADULT, DRAMA, ANGST, CANON SLASH
SPOILERS: Begins at near the end of Gridlock and will include spoilers from all four seasons of New Who and Seasons One and Two of Torchwood. May well feature some speculation fiction based on certain casting spoilers (and that's all I know!) from the last two 2009/2010 Who Specials. DOES NOT CONTAIN CHILDREN OF EARTH SPOILERS!
SUMMARY: The Face of Boe dies... and the man they call the Doctor is reborn. Challenge response to the following quote at the quote_inspiredLJ community:
"Sometimes, truth isn't good enough, sometimes people deserve more. Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded." (The Dark Knight - Brilliant movie BTW)
My deadline was 7/13.
DISCLAIMER: Doctor Who and Torchwood are owned by the BBC. The characters featured in this story were created by Russell T. Davies. I make no money off of them.
DISTRIBUTION: FF.NET, WWOMB. Anywhere else, please ask
He did not remember those eyes looking so desperate and sad the last time.
Then again there was a lot he could no longer remember. Billions of years was a very, very long time to keep track of. He was so old and tired now; had been very long. So very much older than the last time he had arrived at this moment in time. The only comfort was that this was it; he would finally die for good.
Yet, comfort was the one thing he could not give this man in front of him, watching him die. The man before him was too broken, to shattered by the events, both recent and distant, in his life. Not even his final words would offer the peace so desperately needed. For he knew the road ahead of the other man would be very hard, and very long.
He knew, because so very long ago, he had been that man standing before him, comforting Martha Jones and finding no comfort for himself.
As his eyes closed, he wondered if he would last long enough to hear the TARDIS leave one last time. Most species were often of the opinion that hearing was the last sense to go. It had been so very long since he had heard the time ship’s song in his head. He had forced himself to resist the urge to connect with during the three times he had sensed her with two of his previous incarnations. It would do little he died and then unraveled all the timelines set in place.
He felt true darkness close in. Along with it, sense of peace that his long life had never seemed to grant him, save for brief moments. As he felt his mind slowly coming apart, he felt this phantom warmth. A golden warmth that was not the sun he had felt before losing consciousness, but deep down he knew what it was. He could no longer remember exactly what it was.
Nor why he dreaded it as both the warmth and the darkness engulfed him and he knew nothing more…
He woke up two weeks later with a new, whole body and face for the first time in nearly five billion years.
TITLE: Thy Faith Rewarded Prologue/?
AUTHOR: juliet316
FANDOM: Doctor Who/Torchwood
RATING: PG - 13
CONTENT: ADULT LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, CHARACTER DEATH, Slightly cracky Face of Boe theory.
CATEGORY: ADULT, DRAMA, ANGST, CANON SLASH
SPOILERS: Begins at near the end of Gridlock and will include spoilers from all four seasons of New Who and Seasons One and Two of Torchwood. May well feature some speculation fiction based on certain casting spoilers (and that's all I know!) from the last two 2009/2010 Who Specials. DOES NOT CONTAIN CHILDREN OF EARTH SPOILERS!
SUMMARY: The Face of Boe dies... and the man they call the Doctor is reborn. Challenge response to the following quote at the quote_inspiredLJ community:
"Sometimes, truth isn't good enough, sometimes people deserve more. Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded." (The Dark Knight - Brilliant movie BTW)
My deadline was 7/13.
DISCLAIMER: Doctor Who and Torchwood are owned by the BBC. The characters featured in this story were created by Russell T. Davies. I make no money off of them.
DISTRIBUTION: FF.NET, WWOMB. Anywhere else, please ask
He did not remember those eyes looking so desperate and sad the last time.
Then again there was a lot he could no longer remember. Billions of years was a very, very long time to keep track of. He was so old and tired now; had been very long. So very much older than the last time he had arrived at this moment in time. The only comfort was that this was it; he would finally die for good.
Yet, comfort was the one thing he could not give this man in front of him, watching him die. The man before him was too broken, to shattered by the events, both recent and distant, in his life. Not even his final words would offer the peace so desperately needed. For he knew the road ahead of the other man would be very hard, and very long.
He knew, because so very long ago, he had been that man standing before him, comforting Martha Jones and finding no comfort for himself.
As his eyes closed, he wondered if he would last long enough to hear the TARDIS leave one last time. Most species were often of the opinion that hearing was the last sense to go. It had been so very long since he had heard the time ship’s song in his head. He had forced himself to resist the urge to connect with during the three times he had sensed her with two of his previous incarnations. It would do little he died and then unraveled all the timelines set in place.
He felt true darkness close in. Along with it, sense of peace that his long life had never seemed to grant him, save for brief moments. As he felt his mind slowly coming apart, he felt this phantom warmth. A golden warmth that was not the sun he had felt before losing consciousness, but deep down he knew what it was. He could no longer remember exactly what it was.
Nor why he dreaded it as both the warmth and the darkness engulfed him and he knew nothing more…
He woke up two weeks later with a new, whole body and face for the first time in nearly five billion years.