Secrets on the Other Side chapter 12
Title: Secrets on the Other Side 12/13
Pairing: 10/Rose
Rating: Adult
Spoilers: all of season 2
Summary: The Doctor realizes he can't go on without Rose, so he decides he's going to find a way to get her back, but what secrets lie in the other dimension?
A/N: Sorry about this. You'll find out what happens to the Doctor and Rose in the next chapter.
( Chapter One )
( Chapter Two )
( Chapter Three )
( Chapter Four )
( Chapter Five )
( Chapter Six )
( Chapter Seven )
( Chapter Eight )
( Chapter Nine )
( Chapter Ten )
( Chapter Eleven )
Chapter 12
London, 1890:
“This is ridiculous, Thomas.”
“For the hundredth time, no it’s not, Charles.” Thomas answered his friend as he threaded the copper wires into the cabinet.
“It’s never going to work,” said Charles. “Wiring up this…this…” he looked at the copper reactor containing the strange chemical that Thomas had concocted “This thing to a cupboard, is never going to send you back in time.”
“Forward, then,” argued Thomas as he fiddled with the controls.
“Time travel is impossible,” said Charles.
“No it’s not, Herbert said-“
“Herbert Wells makes a living off of his fantasies,” said Charles, tired of having this argument for the hundredth time.
“No, this was different,” pleaded Thomas, stopping his task to make his point to his friend. “He spoke of a man in a fantastically colored suit who had a cupboard that could travel through time and space.”
“It’s just a story!”
“No, he swears it really happened! He went to another world and helped this Doctor save an alien people from the Morlocks.”
“He is playing with you,” said Charles. “It’s just a joke!”
“If it was just a joke do you think he’d let me go this far in my experiments based on it?”
“Please don’t do this,” Charles pleaded. “You said yourself that this chemical is unstable. This whole building will blow if you activate your…your thing.”
“That’s why you need to leave.”
“You’ve gone mad, my friend. Please. This place is going to explode.”
“Yes,” said Thomas. “But will I still be here when it does? Come now, Charles, you have to leave. I don’t want you to get caught in the blast.”
“And I don’t want you to die!”
“Charles, these years since Mary died, I’ve had nothing but my work to sustain me. Then even that came to a standstill. But when Herbert told me his tale… There are limitless possibilities in this world, Charles. There are other worlds, other futures, where I can start again. Endless wonders. Even if it doesn’t work, even if I die tonight, don’t you think it’s worth trying?”
“My dear, Thomas. It is not worth your life.”
“But it is even less worth someone else’s. Now, please, you have to go. Don’t make me drag you out.”
“Please...”
“Just go,” Thomas whispered.
Seeing that he could not persuade his friend, Charles finally left, hurrying up the stairs with the full intention of getting the police down here before Thomas could activate his infernal machine. Curse that Herbert George Wells for putting these mad thoughts into his head. By the time Charles was six meters from the building there was a deafening bang and a wave of heat that nearly blew him to the ground. He looked back to see flames roaring from the crumbling building where is friend Thomas had lived.
*********
After the shaking stopped, Thomas waited. He could feel no heat of flames. He could hear no crackling, nor crumbling, nor screams and police whistles. Just silence. He decided to open the door of the cupboard. He felt cool air hit him as he cracked the door. He opened it wide and was stunned by the sight that greeted him. He was in a field of red grass at the foothills of towering snow-capped mountains. He stepped out and looked up into the orange sky to see two suns shining down on him. He let out a laugh. “I did it. I actually did it! I’m on another world! Maybe in another time!”
“You!” he heard a shout from behind him and turned to see a squat man in red robes with a fantastic mustache running towards him. “Who are you?! How did you do that?!”
“I-“
“That box! It just appeared!”
Thomas composed himself and said, quite proudly, “I am Thomas Foreman, sir. I am a scientist.”
“You are?” said the man, and then he smiled. “That’s wonderful! I am a scientist too! My name is Rassilon.” He shook Thomas’s hand vigorously.
“May I ask what this world is called?”
“Why, it’s Gallifrey of course! Why? What world do you come from?”
“I come from Earth.”
“Earth? Never heard of it. Come, Earthman, you and your cupboard could make us very powerful men.”
**********
“I don’t know about this,” said Thomas.
“Trust me,” said Rassion. “She likes you. All you have to do is persuade her to listen to our case.”
“But to lead a lady on like that… It wouldn’t be right.”
“She’s not just any young lady,” said Rassilon. “She’s the Pythia of Gallifrey. To have her on our side could change the course of history. Our experiments need her support.”
“I agree with Thomas. Cassiela is my friend. I don’t want her to get hurt.”
“Quet, Omega,” warned Rassilon.
“It’s Peylix! It was one bad grade at school! One! I can’t believe you got that nickname to stick.”
“Shouldn’t you be working on the generator?” said Rassilon.
“That’s another thing,” said Thomas. “I don’t think we should be testing the time generator so soon. It’s too unstable.”
“We have the chronon net,” said Rassilon condescendingly. “We can harness the power of whatever explosion it creates.”
“I don’t know,” said Peylix. “My calculations say it will be something more than an explosion. It could tear a hole in the universe.”
“I promise you will be safe,” said Rassilon reassuringly. “The chronon net can contain anything, even a ‘hole in the universe’. The bigger the anomaly the better. The power created by it will be harnessed by the chronon net and it will work in harmony with our machines. It will be the eye of our empire.”
“Omega is right, though. Cassiela is a good person. I care about her. Do you really have to depose her? Isn’t there a place for her in our new order?”
“We’ll see. Her and her followers are just so superstitious. If she embraces the world of science, though, we may find a place for her in the new government.”
“Thank you,” said Thomas. “I’ll talk to her.”
*********
“The loss of my dear cousin Omega is sorely felt,” Rassilon addressed the crowd. “But his work will power the future! These new time-and-space machines will make us lords of this universe! We will even be able to defeat the vampire hordes with these machines. Long live Gallifrey! Long live the Time Lords!”
The crowd cheered and Thomas seethed.
*******
“Is this what you wanted, Rassilon?!” screamed Thomas over the fighting and the whirring of the machine below him. He stood atop the catwalk over the giant genetic loom that Rassilon had created to breed his new race of nearly-immortal Time Lords. “Gallifrey is divided against itself! Omega and Cassiela are dead! You did all of this! …And I helped you.”
“You can still help me!” pleaded Rassilon. “Help me unite Gallifrey! Help me bring it out of savagery and superstition. We will be a new people, united in the pursuit of scientific endeavor. A world of order and knowledge! We will be immortal lords of the universe.”
“You keep the secret of true immortality to yourself!”
“But I will share it with you!”
“No! Immortality is the last thing I want! Especially not in your new world order! I can’t live with the things I helped you do! I don’t want to live in your new world at all!”
“Thomas, don’t!”
“An old friend begged me not to do something once. I should have listened to him.” He looked down at the giant metal looms, razor sharp and weaving cells together. “But I should never have listened to you.” He let himself fall into the looms.
***************
Two Billion years later:
“I’ve run the test over and over,” said the caretaker of the nursery. “It’s no mistake.”
The head of the family walked through the hall of artificial wombs. He looked closely at the fetus when they arrived at the one in question. “He doesn’t look any different than the others.”
“No, well he wouldn’t,” said the caretaker. “But I’m sure of it. There are traces of human DNA.”
“How is that even possible?” he marveled.
“I have no idea.”
“But there is enough of our DNA that he can become a proper Time Lord?”
“Yes.”
“Then we will raise him normally and never speak of this. Guard the secret with your life.” He sighed. “Imagine the shame that would come upon Lungbarrow house should anyone find out.”
Chapter 13
.
Pairing: 10/Rose
Rating: Adult
Spoilers: all of season 2
Summary: The Doctor realizes he can't go on without Rose, so he decides he's going to find a way to get her back, but what secrets lie in the other dimension?
A/N: Sorry about this. You'll find out what happens to the Doctor and Rose in the next chapter.
( Chapter One )
( Chapter Two )
( Chapter Three )
( Chapter Four )
( Chapter Five )
( Chapter Six )
( Chapter Seven )
( Chapter Eight )
( Chapter Nine )
( Chapter Ten )
( Chapter Eleven )
Chapter 12
London, 1890:
“This is ridiculous, Thomas.”
“For the hundredth time, no it’s not, Charles.” Thomas answered his friend as he threaded the copper wires into the cabinet.
“It’s never going to work,” said Charles. “Wiring up this…this…” he looked at the copper reactor containing the strange chemical that Thomas had concocted “This thing to a cupboard, is never going to send you back in time.”
“Forward, then,” argued Thomas as he fiddled with the controls.
“Time travel is impossible,” said Charles.
“No it’s not, Herbert said-“
“Herbert Wells makes a living off of his fantasies,” said Charles, tired of having this argument for the hundredth time.
“No, this was different,” pleaded Thomas, stopping his task to make his point to his friend. “He spoke of a man in a fantastically colored suit who had a cupboard that could travel through time and space.”
“It’s just a story!”
“No, he swears it really happened! He went to another world and helped this Doctor save an alien people from the Morlocks.”
“He is playing with you,” said Charles. “It’s just a joke!”
“If it was just a joke do you think he’d let me go this far in my experiments based on it?”
“Please don’t do this,” Charles pleaded. “You said yourself that this chemical is unstable. This whole building will blow if you activate your…your thing.”
“That’s why you need to leave.”
“You’ve gone mad, my friend. Please. This place is going to explode.”
“Yes,” said Thomas. “But will I still be here when it does? Come now, Charles, you have to leave. I don’t want you to get caught in the blast.”
“And I don’t want you to die!”
“Charles, these years since Mary died, I’ve had nothing but my work to sustain me. Then even that came to a standstill. But when Herbert told me his tale… There are limitless possibilities in this world, Charles. There are other worlds, other futures, where I can start again. Endless wonders. Even if it doesn’t work, even if I die tonight, don’t you think it’s worth trying?”
“My dear, Thomas. It is not worth your life.”
“But it is even less worth someone else’s. Now, please, you have to go. Don’t make me drag you out.”
“Please...”
“Just go,” Thomas whispered.
Seeing that he could not persuade his friend, Charles finally left, hurrying up the stairs with the full intention of getting the police down here before Thomas could activate his infernal machine. Curse that Herbert George Wells for putting these mad thoughts into his head. By the time Charles was six meters from the building there was a deafening bang and a wave of heat that nearly blew him to the ground. He looked back to see flames roaring from the crumbling building where is friend Thomas had lived.
*********
After the shaking stopped, Thomas waited. He could feel no heat of flames. He could hear no crackling, nor crumbling, nor screams and police whistles. Just silence. He decided to open the door of the cupboard. He felt cool air hit him as he cracked the door. He opened it wide and was stunned by the sight that greeted him. He was in a field of red grass at the foothills of towering snow-capped mountains. He stepped out and looked up into the orange sky to see two suns shining down on him. He let out a laugh. “I did it. I actually did it! I’m on another world! Maybe in another time!”
“You!” he heard a shout from behind him and turned to see a squat man in red robes with a fantastic mustache running towards him. “Who are you?! How did you do that?!”
“I-“
“That box! It just appeared!”
Thomas composed himself and said, quite proudly, “I am Thomas Foreman, sir. I am a scientist.”
“You are?” said the man, and then he smiled. “That’s wonderful! I am a scientist too! My name is Rassilon.” He shook Thomas’s hand vigorously.
“May I ask what this world is called?”
“Why, it’s Gallifrey of course! Why? What world do you come from?”
“I come from Earth.”
“Earth? Never heard of it. Come, Earthman, you and your cupboard could make us very powerful men.”
**********
“I don’t know about this,” said Thomas.
“Trust me,” said Rassion. “She likes you. All you have to do is persuade her to listen to our case.”
“But to lead a lady on like that… It wouldn’t be right.”
“She’s not just any young lady,” said Rassilon. “She’s the Pythia of Gallifrey. To have her on our side could change the course of history. Our experiments need her support.”
“I agree with Thomas. Cassiela is my friend. I don’t want her to get hurt.”
“Quet, Omega,” warned Rassilon.
“It’s Peylix! It was one bad grade at school! One! I can’t believe you got that nickname to stick.”
“Shouldn’t you be working on the generator?” said Rassilon.
“That’s another thing,” said Thomas. “I don’t think we should be testing the time generator so soon. It’s too unstable.”
“We have the chronon net,” said Rassilon condescendingly. “We can harness the power of whatever explosion it creates.”
“I don’t know,” said Peylix. “My calculations say it will be something more than an explosion. It could tear a hole in the universe.”
“I promise you will be safe,” said Rassilon reassuringly. “The chronon net can contain anything, even a ‘hole in the universe’. The bigger the anomaly the better. The power created by it will be harnessed by the chronon net and it will work in harmony with our machines. It will be the eye of our empire.”
“Omega is right, though. Cassiela is a good person. I care about her. Do you really have to depose her? Isn’t there a place for her in our new order?”
“We’ll see. Her and her followers are just so superstitious. If she embraces the world of science, though, we may find a place for her in the new government.”
“Thank you,” said Thomas. “I’ll talk to her.”
*********
“The loss of my dear cousin Omega is sorely felt,” Rassilon addressed the crowd. “But his work will power the future! These new time-and-space machines will make us lords of this universe! We will even be able to defeat the vampire hordes with these machines. Long live Gallifrey! Long live the Time Lords!”
The crowd cheered and Thomas seethed.
*******
“Is this what you wanted, Rassilon?!” screamed Thomas over the fighting and the whirring of the machine below him. He stood atop the catwalk over the giant genetic loom that Rassilon had created to breed his new race of nearly-immortal Time Lords. “Gallifrey is divided against itself! Omega and Cassiela are dead! You did all of this! …And I helped you.”
“You can still help me!” pleaded Rassilon. “Help me unite Gallifrey! Help me bring it out of savagery and superstition. We will be a new people, united in the pursuit of scientific endeavor. A world of order and knowledge! We will be immortal lords of the universe.”
“You keep the secret of true immortality to yourself!”
“But I will share it with you!”
“No! Immortality is the last thing I want! Especially not in your new world order! I can’t live with the things I helped you do! I don’t want to live in your new world at all!”
“Thomas, don’t!”
“An old friend begged me not to do something once. I should have listened to him.” He looked down at the giant metal looms, razor sharp and weaving cells together. “But I should never have listened to you.” He let himself fall into the looms.
***************
Two Billion years later:
“I’ve run the test over and over,” said the caretaker of the nursery. “It’s no mistake.”
The head of the family walked through the hall of artificial wombs. He looked closely at the fetus when they arrived at the one in question. “He doesn’t look any different than the others.”
“No, well he wouldn’t,” said the caretaker. “But I’m sure of it. There are traces of human DNA.”
“How is that even possible?” he marveled.
“I have no idea.”
“But there is enough of our DNA that he can become a proper Time Lord?”
“Yes.”
“Then we will raise him normally and never speak of this. Guard the secret with your life.” He sighed. “Imagine the shame that would come upon Lungbarrow house should anyone find out.”
Chapter 13
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