HP/DW: Clarke's First Law (11.1/?)
Summary: Rose is stuck in Fred's World and the Doctor knows that getting her back is impossible. Then again, doesn't the universe just love to prove him wrong? Meanwhile, trouble is brewing for Rose on the other side of the wall. Sequel to Clarke's Third Law.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Harry Potter. I just decided that it would be a good idea to combine them (and I wasn't the first to come up with that idea, either).
Note: Sequel to Clarke's Third Law!
(Alternate link here)
Chapter 10: The Master (Part 1)
It had been a horrible day and, judging by the way it was going, Donna assumed that it wasn’t going to get any better. After being kidnapped by Harold Saxon of all people, she found herself in some sort of holding cell with Rose Tyler, who was still unconscious and laying on a cot.
At first, Donna had been worried that Rose was dead, but thankfully she seemed to be breathing. Donna found herself watching the younger girl constantly, not really sure what to do now and hoping that Rose would wake up soon. Donna wasn’t sure how long she sat in that cell for, but it must’ve been hours of staring at the wall before some movement broke her out of her stupor.
The rustle of fabric made Donna start and look at the cot across hers in surprise. Rose was stretching, reaching her hands up to rub her face. Donna asked cautiously, “Rose? Are you alright?”
Turning over on her cot, Rose blinked blearily at Donna, clearly still half asleep. “D-Donna?” she asked, yawning. “What happened?”
“You don’t remember?” Donna asked nervously. She had no idea how she’d explain the entire thing to Rose. Much to her relief, Rose seemed to be slowly coming around, her eyes growing wider and wider witch each passing moment.
“Please tell me that was all a dream,” Rose begged, sitting up straight in her cot, only to clutch her head when the movement made her dizzy. With her other hand, she tried to access her wand holster, only to realize that both it and her wand were gone. Saxon must’ve taken them.
“If by ‘that’ you mean sneaking in Saxon’s evil headquarters and seeing some freaky science experiment where you turned all glow-y,” Donna said, “Then no. It wasn’t.”
“That was by far some of the best nut-shelling I’ve heard in a while,” Saxon crooned, walking into the cell, Donna and Rose both turning to glare at him. He frowned, feigning disappointment. “Oh, my. You don’t look too happy to see me.”
“Sorry,” Rose scowled. “We’ll remember to break out the confetti next time.”
“I’m going to excuse your attitude this one time,” Saxon said mildly, “And assume that it’s just a side-effect of your little energy transfer. Alright?”
“Her what transfer?” Donna interrupted.
“Her energy transfer,” Saxon said with a huff, as though she should’ve known this all along. Then he took in Rose’s and Donna’s blank expressions and started to smile. “But- oh! You don’t know, do you?”
Judging their still blank expressions, Saxon took their silence as a “no.”
“Have you ever heard of Huon particles, Miss Tyler?” Saxon asked.
“Should she have?” Donna interrupted, unwilling to be left out of the conversation. Saxon turned to look at her, slightly surprised, as though he had forgotten she was in the room. Donna refused to back down.
Saxon finally said, “Yes, she should, considering they’ve been inhabiting her body for quite some time. I’d say, what? Almost three years.”
“What?” Rose gasped, moving her hand up in front of her face. She stared at it, long and hard, as though it might explain for her what Saxon was talking about. Much to her dismay, it remained utterly normal.
“Huon particles,” Saxon said, “Are a type of energy that existed long ago, during the Dark Times of the universe.”
“Then what’re they doin’ in me?”
“That’s a fair question,” Saxon conceded, leaning against the wall, head tilted upwards in contemplation. “Huon energy was destroyed by the Time Lords a very long time ago. Until recently, Huon particles could only be found in the heart of a TARDIS, and even then, only a small amount. And now, after-- well. By all accounts, they shouldn’t exist.”
“How do you know about the Time Lords?” Rose asked shakily. Donna wasn’t entirely what a Time Lord was, but for the first time since Donna had met her, Rose looked scared. Properly scared.
“Oh, silly girl,” Saxon chuckled. “You still haven’t figure it out yet, have you?”
He stood up from the wall and moved over to where Rose was still sitting on the cot, weakened by what had happened
earlier. Saxon smirked as he stood over her.
“How do I know about the Time Lords?” he repeated. He knelt down so he was eye-level with Rose and answered his own question, “Because I am one.”
“That’s impossible,” Rose said, but even as she said it, she knew that he wasn’t lying. She’d had her suspicions, after all.
He had called magic a manipulation of psychic energy. He’d known that she was from another dimension. And, as much as she’d like to believe that it was possible for a muggle to do the things that he had done in so short a time, she knew it wasn’t.
But for a Time Lord?
Well, she had seen the Doctor do the impossible time after time. She could easily believe that a Time Lord posing as a muggle could advance through the ranks as quickly as Saxon.
“What’s a Time Lord?” Donna demanded. “What’s he talkin’ about?”
“The Time Lords are my people,” Saxon snapped. He paused and then shrugged. “Well, were my people, I suppose.”
“Your-?” Donna began, and then stopped. Suddenly she shrieked, “Oh my god! You’re an alien!”
“You shouldn’t be alive,” Rose argued. “I mean, the Time War...”
“Oh, yes. The war,” Saxon mused. “They called me back, you know. To fight. I was there until the very end. In fact, I was the one who ended it. I watched Gallifrey burn.”
Rose had heard the Doctor talk about the Time War. Not much, but occasionally. Very, very rarely. He was horrified, guilty. Saxon, though... Saxon seemed reverential almost.
“All that power,” he was muttering to himself. “I held their fate in the palm of my hand-”
“But how did you end up here?” Rose interrupted, feeling a bit sick to her stomach. “On Earth?”
“There was a bit of a problem with the Time Lock,” Saxon said, with a wave of his hand. “Long story. You wouldn’t understand. I was thrown through time and landed here.”
“You were what I saw!” Donna exclaimed. “Me and grandda! That shooting star thing a few months ago! And that weird cloth we found!”
“That robe was too stuffy, anyway,” Saxon dismissed.
Personally, Rose didn’t know what a Time Lock was or what Saxon was doing wearing a robe during a war (although it explained the strange scrap of cloth that Donna had found by her house), but now Rose understood something she had been wondering about.
“That’s why the Doctor didn’t sense you the last time he was here!” she whispered to herself. At least, she assumed that was why. Whatever a Time Lock did, getting thrown around by one seemed like something that would affect the Doctor’s Time Lord senses... or whatever they were called.
Saxon raised an eyebrow. “Now hold on just a tick. How do you know the Doctor?” Saxon spat out his name.
For some reason, Rose hadn’t expected Saxon to know who the Doctor was. Or the parallel version of the Doctor, she supposed. Even if there was a parallel version of the Doctor (and until this point, she hadn’t been sure), there was very little chance that Saxon’d know of him.
“Better question: how do you?”
“I asked you first.”
“I asked you second!”
Donna just boggled at them.
Saxon thought about whether or not he should answer Rose’s question. Finally he said, “We grew up together. Attended the Academy at the same time. Your turn.”
Rose didn’t really know where to start. She was truly at a loss for words, so she stuttered.
“You know what?” Saxon said, saving her, much to her surprise, “Why don’t I guess? There aren’t many options, anyway. The Doctor is dead. He died in the Time War.”
It didn’t matter that this wasn’t her Doctor they were talking about. Hearing Saxon say that the Doctor was dead hurt.
“I kept a fairly good eye on him for most of his life, so I know he never met you. So how do you know his name?” Saxon continued, scratching his chin as he considered the answer. Finally, his eyes lit up. “Oh! I think I know!”
“Do you?” Rose tried to keep her voice steady, but it shook anyway.
“We aren’t talking about the same Doctor. The Doctor you know is from a parallel universe. Your parallel universe, to be exact.”
“What’s he talkin’ about?” Donna asked Rose when the younger girl didn’t try to defend against Saxon’s accusations (she couldn’t, after all, because he was smart and a Time Lord and would no doubt see right through her). “Parallel universe?
What? Like in the movies?”
“Somethin’ like that,” Rose told Donna.
Saxon tutted. “Tell her everything, Ms. Tyler.”
“Weasley,” Rose said firmly. Screw it. He already knew so much. No point in denying anything else.
“Pardon?” Much to Rose’s delight, it looked as though she had caught him off-guard for the first time.
“My name,” Rose drew in a deep breath, “is Rose Weasley. I’m the daughter of Ron and Hermione Weasley. I have a younger brother named Hugo and my cousin, Albus Severus Potter, is my best mate. I’m from another universe, where I knew the Doctor. Where I traveled with the Doctor. ”
Donna looked at Rose as though she had never seen the girl before in her life. Rose felt bad that Donna had to find out this way (she seemed very nice, and Rose had gotten the impression that they could’ve been good friends), but there was nothing else for it.
Saxon, on the other hand, looked rather excited. “The Time Lords? They’re alive in your parallel universe?”
“What does it matter?” Rose demanded, deciding to keep the fact that the Time Lords were gone to herself for now. “The breach is closed. No way back. You’re stuck here on Earth just like the rest of us. You think you’re so high and mighty, but you forget you’ve been livin’ like a regular person- a “Muggle”- for all this time. And you know what? I’m not afraid of you, Mr. Saxon. Not one bit."
(Chapter 10 part 2 here)
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Harry Potter. I just decided that it would be a good idea to combine them (and I wasn't the first to come up with that idea, either).
Note: Sequel to Clarke's Third Law!
(Alternate link here)
Chapter 10: The Master (Part 1)
It had been a horrible day and, judging by the way it was going, Donna assumed that it wasn’t going to get any better. After being kidnapped by Harold Saxon of all people, she found herself in some sort of holding cell with Rose Tyler, who was still unconscious and laying on a cot.
At first, Donna had been worried that Rose was dead, but thankfully she seemed to be breathing. Donna found herself watching the younger girl constantly, not really sure what to do now and hoping that Rose would wake up soon. Donna wasn’t sure how long she sat in that cell for, but it must’ve been hours of staring at the wall before some movement broke her out of her stupor.
The rustle of fabric made Donna start and look at the cot across hers in surprise. Rose was stretching, reaching her hands up to rub her face. Donna asked cautiously, “Rose? Are you alright?”
Turning over on her cot, Rose blinked blearily at Donna, clearly still half asleep. “D-Donna?” she asked, yawning. “What happened?”
“You don’t remember?” Donna asked nervously. She had no idea how she’d explain the entire thing to Rose. Much to her relief, Rose seemed to be slowly coming around, her eyes growing wider and wider witch each passing moment.
“Please tell me that was all a dream,” Rose begged, sitting up straight in her cot, only to clutch her head when the movement made her dizzy. With her other hand, she tried to access her wand holster, only to realize that both it and her wand were gone. Saxon must’ve taken them.
“If by ‘that’ you mean sneaking in Saxon’s evil headquarters and seeing some freaky science experiment where you turned all glow-y,” Donna said, “Then no. It wasn’t.”
“That was by far some of the best nut-shelling I’ve heard in a while,” Saxon crooned, walking into the cell, Donna and Rose both turning to glare at him. He frowned, feigning disappointment. “Oh, my. You don’t look too happy to see me.”
“Sorry,” Rose scowled. “We’ll remember to break out the confetti next time.”
“I’m going to excuse your attitude this one time,” Saxon said mildly, “And assume that it’s just a side-effect of your little energy transfer. Alright?”
“Her what transfer?” Donna interrupted.
“Her energy transfer,” Saxon said with a huff, as though she should’ve known this all along. Then he took in Rose’s and Donna’s blank expressions and started to smile. “But- oh! You don’t know, do you?”
Judging their still blank expressions, Saxon took their silence as a “no.”
“Have you ever heard of Huon particles, Miss Tyler?” Saxon asked.
“Should she have?” Donna interrupted, unwilling to be left out of the conversation. Saxon turned to look at her, slightly surprised, as though he had forgotten she was in the room. Donna refused to back down.
Saxon finally said, “Yes, she should, considering they’ve been inhabiting her body for quite some time. I’d say, what? Almost three years.”
“What?” Rose gasped, moving her hand up in front of her face. She stared at it, long and hard, as though it might explain for her what Saxon was talking about. Much to her dismay, it remained utterly normal.
“Huon particles,” Saxon said, “Are a type of energy that existed long ago, during the Dark Times of the universe.”
“Then what’re they doin’ in me?”
“That’s a fair question,” Saxon conceded, leaning against the wall, head tilted upwards in contemplation. “Huon energy was destroyed by the Time Lords a very long time ago. Until recently, Huon particles could only be found in the heart of a TARDIS, and even then, only a small amount. And now, after-- well. By all accounts, they shouldn’t exist.”
“How do you know about the Time Lords?” Rose asked shakily. Donna wasn’t entirely what a Time Lord was, but for the first time since Donna had met her, Rose looked scared. Properly scared.
“Oh, silly girl,” Saxon chuckled. “You still haven’t figure it out yet, have you?”
He stood up from the wall and moved over to where Rose was still sitting on the cot, weakened by what had happened
earlier. Saxon smirked as he stood over her.
“How do I know about the Time Lords?” he repeated. He knelt down so he was eye-level with Rose and answered his own question, “Because I am one.”
“That’s impossible,” Rose said, but even as she said it, she knew that he wasn’t lying. She’d had her suspicions, after all.
He had called magic a manipulation of psychic energy. He’d known that she was from another dimension. And, as much as she’d like to believe that it was possible for a muggle to do the things that he had done in so short a time, she knew it wasn’t.
But for a Time Lord?
Well, she had seen the Doctor do the impossible time after time. She could easily believe that a Time Lord posing as a muggle could advance through the ranks as quickly as Saxon.
“What’s a Time Lord?” Donna demanded. “What’s he talkin’ about?”
“The Time Lords are my people,” Saxon snapped. He paused and then shrugged. “Well, were my people, I suppose.”
“Your-?” Donna began, and then stopped. Suddenly she shrieked, “Oh my god! You’re an alien!”
“You shouldn’t be alive,” Rose argued. “I mean, the Time War...”
“Oh, yes. The war,” Saxon mused. “They called me back, you know. To fight. I was there until the very end. In fact, I was the one who ended it. I watched Gallifrey burn.”
Rose had heard the Doctor talk about the Time War. Not much, but occasionally. Very, very rarely. He was horrified, guilty. Saxon, though... Saxon seemed reverential almost.
“All that power,” he was muttering to himself. “I held their fate in the palm of my hand-”
“But how did you end up here?” Rose interrupted, feeling a bit sick to her stomach. “On Earth?”
“There was a bit of a problem with the Time Lock,” Saxon said, with a wave of his hand. “Long story. You wouldn’t understand. I was thrown through time and landed here.”
“You were what I saw!” Donna exclaimed. “Me and grandda! That shooting star thing a few months ago! And that weird cloth we found!”
“That robe was too stuffy, anyway,” Saxon dismissed.
Personally, Rose didn’t know what a Time Lock was or what Saxon was doing wearing a robe during a war (although it explained the strange scrap of cloth that Donna had found by her house), but now Rose understood something she had been wondering about.
“That’s why the Doctor didn’t sense you the last time he was here!” she whispered to herself. At least, she assumed that was why. Whatever a Time Lock did, getting thrown around by one seemed like something that would affect the Doctor’s Time Lord senses... or whatever they were called.
Saxon raised an eyebrow. “Now hold on just a tick. How do you know the Doctor?” Saxon spat out his name.
For some reason, Rose hadn’t expected Saxon to know who the Doctor was. Or the parallel version of the Doctor, she supposed. Even if there was a parallel version of the Doctor (and until this point, she hadn’t been sure), there was very little chance that Saxon’d know of him.
“Better question: how do you?”
“I asked you first.”
“I asked you second!”
Donna just boggled at them.
Saxon thought about whether or not he should answer Rose’s question. Finally he said, “We grew up together. Attended the Academy at the same time. Your turn.”
Rose didn’t really know where to start. She was truly at a loss for words, so she stuttered.
“You know what?” Saxon said, saving her, much to her surprise, “Why don’t I guess? There aren’t many options, anyway. The Doctor is dead. He died in the Time War.”
It didn’t matter that this wasn’t her Doctor they were talking about. Hearing Saxon say that the Doctor was dead hurt.
“I kept a fairly good eye on him for most of his life, so I know he never met you. So how do you know his name?” Saxon continued, scratching his chin as he considered the answer. Finally, his eyes lit up. “Oh! I think I know!”
“Do you?” Rose tried to keep her voice steady, but it shook anyway.
“We aren’t talking about the same Doctor. The Doctor you know is from a parallel universe. Your parallel universe, to be exact.”
“What’s he talkin’ about?” Donna asked Rose when the younger girl didn’t try to defend against Saxon’s accusations (she couldn’t, after all, because he was smart and a Time Lord and would no doubt see right through her). “Parallel universe?
What? Like in the movies?”
“Somethin’ like that,” Rose told Donna.
Saxon tutted. “Tell her everything, Ms. Tyler.”
“Weasley,” Rose said firmly. Screw it. He already knew so much. No point in denying anything else.
“Pardon?” Much to Rose’s delight, it looked as though she had caught him off-guard for the first time.
“My name,” Rose drew in a deep breath, “is Rose Weasley. I’m the daughter of Ron and Hermione Weasley. I have a younger brother named Hugo and my cousin, Albus Severus Potter, is my best mate. I’m from another universe, where I knew the Doctor. Where I traveled with the Doctor. ”
Donna looked at Rose as though she had never seen the girl before in her life. Rose felt bad that Donna had to find out this way (she seemed very nice, and Rose had gotten the impression that they could’ve been good friends), but there was nothing else for it.
Saxon, on the other hand, looked rather excited. “The Time Lords? They’re alive in your parallel universe?”
“What does it matter?” Rose demanded, deciding to keep the fact that the Time Lords were gone to herself for now. “The breach is closed. No way back. You’re stuck here on Earth just like the rest of us. You think you’re so high and mighty, but you forget you’ve been livin’ like a regular person- a “Muggle”- for all this time. And you know what? I’m not afraid of you, Mr. Saxon. Not one bit."
(Chapter 10 part 2 here)