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Here are a few miscellanous stories that I started and yet never quite finished for some reason or another (a few because of cannon changing). I have more but I want to make sure I never posted them before I post them again.
IAdric Tyler was eight years old when the voices started appearing in his mind. It was not the usual “you are crazy” type voices, or at least he was convinced they weren’t. They never told him to do or not do something, unless he was asking for advice and they always seemed to give good advice. There were three specific voices, each with a color to it. He never saw any images, just a color aura and a voice. The main one was a golden one he knew belonged to his mother (one of the largest factors in the ‘not insane’ theory), a pure white one and a silver one whom he had no idea where they came from.
He only told his mother about sensing her. Somehow he felt she wouldn’t be so calm about other voices in his head. She had explained that his father had been telepathic and he was no doubt sensing her because of their biological relation. Granted, it didn’t seem like she knew much more than he did about the biology of his father’s species.
Being a hybrid had made things difficult for his mother, he knew. Torchwood liked to monitor him, especially since he was apparently the only one of his kind in the universe (sometimes being unique was not as great as the motivational speakers made it seem), and there were always issues when his father’s genetic gifts came out over his mothers. Like a severe allergy to aspirin. And a higher metabolism which meant he needed to eat more often than other children. They weren’t unkind. They had no intention of studying him because he was alien but wanted to monitor him to make sure he was doing alright. However his mother was always suspicious of their involvement and Grandma Jackie was only slightly better. His uncles Mickey and Jake were much happier about Torchwood.
Another issue he had was that he developed at a different stages then full-human children. There were times when he would shoot ahead of them, and then he’d pause and they’d surpass him for awhile. His concepts of math and language assimilation appeared to be more advanced but his social skills were behind. He often allowed himself to be alone in the corner of the classroom working on whatever project he fancied at the time. By the time he was six, his mother had decided to take him out of the normal school system and invent a private syllabus for him to learn. He had tutors come in and teach him things at his own pace and soon enough he was testing at the same levels as his peers. He still didn’t interact much with anyone his age except for his uncle Christopher. Instead he spent most of his time at Torchwood interacting with adults. It was just where he was most comfortable, within a short distance of his mother. He always had this feeling that one day he wasn’t going to see her again.
All this came to a pass when he came to Torchwood one morning with his mother and stayed with his Uncles Mickey and Jake in the research and development section. He was working on helping Mickey test a alien artifact that the R&D team thought was a child’s toy when suddenly another color/voice entered his mind. It was so similar to the silver color, only slightly brighter as if it was newer. It also seemed closer, much like the golden voice that belonged to his mother.
And then he heard a wheezing noise and saw everyone get up in surprise and Mickey in excitement. The military group gathered their weapons and pointed them at the spot where a faded image of a blue police box was growing stronger. Once it was completely solid, a set of people came out and stood in surprise at finding themselves under guard. One was a tall blond man, wearing an unusual outfit (and a piece of celery, Adric noted), and beside him stood a boy who couldn’t be more then five years older than Adric himself. Behind them were two women. One of which did not look very happy while the other looked resigned.
And Adric couldn’t help but follow that strain of silver to the blond man. This was the face to match the feeling. And when the man’s blue eyes met his own, something snaped.
~*~
“Doctor”, Nyssa said good naturedly, “Perhaps you should stop denying you are missing Heathrow on purpose.” He glared at her as he tried to land the Tardis. Nyssa was only partially correct. There were times he choose to land somewhere to keep Tegan from leaving them, but for the most part he did in fact try to get her home. There was after all only so much a man could take.
This time there was a reason that had nothing to do with Tegan and everything to do with the Tardis. Apparently she had sensed something was not as it should be and wanted him to take a look. That was the one problem with having a sentient time ship. Sometimes she did what she wanted to do, regardless of his opinion. And the Tardis wanted to land in England. Granted, the location he was at should, in all good theory, be Heathrow Airport’s main terminal, but instead of lines of people waiting for their planes, the viewscreen showed what appeared to be an research lab. With Guards.
“You have got to be kidding.” The Doctor looked up to see Tegan had arrived and had seen the (and apparently I never figured what she had seen).
~*~
Johnny never understood the need to purchase new china when one got married. It wasn’t like all of a sudden, one wasn’t allowed to eat off the ‘single-ware’. His plates and dishes would do just fine. They were almost brand new themselves, only a few years old and barely used since he tended to eat at his sisters.
However, his bride to be’s mother insisted they get new china. Maggie Raye-Horton had been pushing and pulling Frankie and himself all over New York in preparation of their wedding. He was quite sure half of what he had to do wasn’t necessary. He didn’t remember shopping for china when Sue got married. But he went along with it for two reasons. It made Maggie happy, and she deserved some happiness and secondly, if Maggie was happy so was Frankie.
So here he stood at a fine ware store in Manhattan looking at their samples. There were dishes of all kinds on these shelves. Plain colors, prints, oddly shaped, monogrammed, decorative, usable, textured, even some apparently more eco-friendly than usual. Whatever the heart could imagine. Although, again, he couldn’t understand why someone would spend so much time thinking on what the dish you were going to eat off of looked like.
Frankie didn’t look like she was enjoying herself either, but she was here for about the same reason as he was…Maggie needed something to take her mind off the fact that Phinny had died. It had been almost a year, and Maggie seemed a little depressed as the anniversary crept closer. The wedding plans seemed to help keep her spirits up. She had created a long list of everything they needed to do with the wedding, one of the final things being a china set for them to have when they ‘moved in together’. Neither Frankie nor Johnny had felt the need to tell her they had been living together for about seven months now. They weren’t sure why she seemed to not know this fact; she had been over to the apartment several times.
~*~
IAdric Tyler was eight years old when the voices started appearing in his mind. It was not the usual “you are crazy” type voices, or at least he was convinced they weren’t. They never told him to do or not do something, unless he was asking for advice and they always seemed to give good advice. There were three specific voices, each with a color to it. He never saw any images, just a color aura and a voice. The main one was a golden one he knew belonged to his mother (one of the largest factors in the ‘not insane’ theory), a pure white one and a silver one whom he had no idea where they came from.
He only told his mother about sensing her. Somehow he felt she wouldn’t be so calm about other voices in his head. She had explained that his father had been telepathic and he was no doubt sensing her because of their biological relation. Granted, it didn’t seem like she knew much more than he did about the biology of his father’s species.
Being a hybrid had made things difficult for his mother, he knew. Torchwood liked to monitor him, especially since he was apparently the only one of his kind in the universe (sometimes being unique was not as great as the motivational speakers made it seem), and there were always issues when his father’s genetic gifts came out over his mothers. Like a severe allergy to aspirin. And a higher metabolism which meant he needed to eat more often than other children. They weren’t unkind. They had no intention of studying him because he was alien but wanted to monitor him to make sure he was doing alright. However his mother was always suspicious of their involvement and Grandma Jackie was only slightly better. His uncles Mickey and Jake were much happier about Torchwood.
Another issue he had was that he developed at a different stages then full-human children. There were times when he would shoot ahead of them, and then he’d pause and they’d surpass him for awhile. His concepts of math and language assimilation appeared to be more advanced but his social skills were behind. He often allowed himself to be alone in the corner of the classroom working on whatever project he fancied at the time. By the time he was six, his mother had decided to take him out of the normal school system and invent a private syllabus for him to learn. He had tutors come in and teach him things at his own pace and soon enough he was testing at the same levels as his peers. He still didn’t interact much with anyone his age except for his uncle Christopher. Instead he spent most of his time at Torchwood interacting with adults. It was just where he was most comfortable, within a short distance of his mother. He always had this feeling that one day he wasn’t going to see her again.
All this came to a pass when he came to Torchwood one morning with his mother and stayed with his Uncles Mickey and Jake in the research and development section. He was working on helping Mickey test a alien artifact that the R&D team thought was a child’s toy when suddenly another color/voice entered his mind. It was so similar to the silver color, only slightly brighter as if it was newer. It also seemed closer, much like the golden voice that belonged to his mother.
And then he heard a wheezing noise and saw everyone get up in surprise and Mickey in excitement. The military group gathered their weapons and pointed them at the spot where a faded image of a blue police box was growing stronger. Once it was completely solid, a set of people came out and stood in surprise at finding themselves under guard. One was a tall blond man, wearing an unusual outfit (and a piece of celery, Adric noted), and beside him stood a boy who couldn’t be more then five years older than Adric himself. Behind them were two women. One of which did not look very happy while the other looked resigned.
And Adric couldn’t help but follow that strain of silver to the blond man. This was the face to match the feeling. And when the man’s blue eyes met his own, something snaped.
~*~
“Doctor”, Nyssa said good naturedly, “Perhaps you should stop denying you are missing Heathrow on purpose.” He glared at her as he tried to land the Tardis. Nyssa was only partially correct. There were times he choose to land somewhere to keep Tegan from leaving them, but for the most part he did in fact try to get her home. There was after all only so much a man could take.
This time there was a reason that had nothing to do with Tegan and everything to do with the Tardis. Apparently she had sensed something was not as it should be and wanted him to take a look. That was the one problem with having a sentient time ship. Sometimes she did what she wanted to do, regardless of his opinion. And the Tardis wanted to land in England. Granted, the location he was at should, in all good theory, be Heathrow Airport’s main terminal, but instead of lines of people waiting for their planes, the viewscreen showed what appeared to be an research lab. With Guards.
“You have got to be kidding.” The Doctor looked up to see Tegan had arrived and had seen the (and apparently I never figured what she had seen).
~*~
Johnny never understood the need to purchase new china when one got married. It wasn’t like all of a sudden, one wasn’t allowed to eat off the ‘single-ware’. His plates and dishes would do just fine. They were almost brand new themselves, only a few years old and barely used since he tended to eat at his sisters.
However, his bride to be’s mother insisted they get new china. Maggie Raye-Horton had been pushing and pulling Frankie and himself all over New York in preparation of their wedding. He was quite sure half of what he had to do wasn’t necessary. He didn’t remember shopping for china when Sue got married. But he went along with it for two reasons. It made Maggie happy, and she deserved some happiness and secondly, if Maggie was happy so was Frankie.
So here he stood at a fine ware store in Manhattan looking at their samples. There were dishes of all kinds on these shelves. Plain colors, prints, oddly shaped, monogrammed, decorative, usable, textured, even some apparently more eco-friendly than usual. Whatever the heart could imagine. Although, again, he couldn’t understand why someone would spend so much time thinking on what the dish you were going to eat off of looked like.
Frankie didn’t look like she was enjoying herself either, but she was here for about the same reason as he was…Maggie needed something to take her mind off the fact that Phinny had died. It had been almost a year, and Maggie seemed a little depressed as the anniversary crept closer. The wedding plans seemed to help keep her spirits up. She had created a long list of everything they needed to do with the wedding, one of the final things being a china set for them to have when they ‘moved in together’. Neither Frankie nor Johnny had felt the need to tell her they had been living together for about seven months now. They weren’t sure why she seemed to not know this fact; she had been over to the apartment several times.
~*~