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Title: You Made Me
Rating: PG-13 for mention of violence, blood, and so on.
Prompt: Out of context
Pairing: Could be loosely looked at as Meta-Crisis/Ten in a really vicious 'I am so much better than you' sort of way.
Warnings/Spoilers: Journey's End
Summary: Sometimes our mistakes come back to haunt us.
The Doctor had a sort of innocence to him when he slept, he decided. Not exactly the childlike or angelic kind, but a brand of it. It was almost enough to draw anyone in the way he laid there looking as if would forgive anyone anything. A martyr's face, he decided. That was it. The Doctor had the look of a martyr that would be beatific even as he thrashed in pain and died for others. The tied up look really fit the Doctor too. Those limbs were made to be wrapped in rope or straps as he had used. Who was he to deny art its true form?
Twisting a dial on his sonic screwdriver, he jabbed it into the Gallifreyan's side, sending roughly 150,000 volts into him. The yelp the Doctor gave when awakening was most satisfying.
"I had a hard time decided whether or not to go with the human equivalent of a stun gun or a cattle prod," he said to the still twitching Doctor. "I was limited by being on Earth and using their supplies when I constructed my sonic screwdriver. It's actually a toy at its base. I thought about it for awhile and went with a stun gun because a cattle prod only causes pain in a specific spot while a stun gun affects the muscles and nervous system of the entire body. Looks much more painful too."
He smiled cheerfully at the Doctor.
"You..."
He nodded and sighed, "Yes, me. You can call me Theta. I was John Smith for awhile, but after I went more towards the whole idea of punting humanity and other races down the pit they had dug for themselves versus help, I thought Theta was more fitting."
Theta stared at the stunned into silence Doctor and waited. And waited some more. Finally, he checked the settings on his sonic screwdriver. It didn't seem to be set high enough to fry anything critical internally. Accidents did happen though. Wouldn't be the first time. Oh well. He'd get the calibrations right one of these days.
"You... what?" the Doctor asked.
"Right now you're probably telling yourself that this is all a dream or some trick of the Master's, but it's not. I'm sorry, so very sorry," Theta said, drawing close enough to nearly touch his forehead to that of his twin. "You left me on the beach with Rose about six years back, and here I am now! By the way, giving someone a TARDIS coral that it will take most of their lifetime to grow is a very nasty trick."
The Doctor could only stare at him as Theta clicked his tongue and shook his head.
"You're mad."
"We're currently in debate about that. The psychologists Jack Harkness kept hiring to look at me for the five years I was Torchwood's prisoner never could decide if I was a sociopath or psychotic. I say I'm a sociopath since I know the difference between right and wrong. I just choose to ignore it."
"No..."
Theta grinned all too happily again, patting the Doctor's cheek with false tenderness. The pad of his thumb brushed the cornre of the other's lips. "You knew as well as I did that a biological meta-crisis of human and Time Lord couldn't exist, but you couldn't erase my memories like you did Donna's since I have a Time Lord's mind. But, that's a long and boring story, so we'll move on. Let's see, what all did you miss? Oh! Rose died. Murdered really."
The Doctor made a small noise of hurt, something vital breaking in his eyes as he tried to pull from the other's touch.
Theta snorted in disdain and drew away from the Doctor, leaning back in his chair lazily. "They pinned that on me even if they couldn't fully prove it. Didn't matter much in the long run since they knew I had killed about twenty others, not to mention thirty-some Torchwood agents from the different branches. Oh yes! I'm currently the high-score holder in the Kill Jack Harkness contest! He only counted once in the Torchwood tally. I have forty-nine confirmed kills. I still think I should have gotten double points for injecting his spine with hydrochloric acid. The Zaxqubs disagreed. They sprayed him all over with it the month before. Considering they make it in them naturally as spit, I had the higher degree of difficulty if you ask me. That was a hard shot."
"You've killed? Killed Jack?" the Doctor asked, a sick disbelief in his voice.
Theta's smile could have been mistaken for kind if one missed the dark glee in his eyes and the cruel hint of teeth at the Doctor's suffering. "I've killed a lot of people. You'd be surprised. Or maybe not. There's an equal to you in that world. Shot him and sent him on to his next regeneration. Hated seeing him walking around with my face. No one expects a bullet on a peaceful world! But before that, why wouldn't they trust me? I was you or him instead of me. Everyone loves the Doctor, or the Traveler as he's called in that dimension."
"But why?"
"That's easy. Because you cared about them."
"How? How could you do that? You knew them!"
"You don't understand yet, do you? You made me. The Doctor's soul will be revealed. Ta-da! Here I am!"
Theta grinned wider as the Doctor shook his head and began to struggle for an escape he wasn't going to achieve. He could wait until the Doctor tired himself out. They had all of the rest of the Doctor's remaining regenerations, didn't they?
Rating: PG-13 for mention of violence, blood, and so on.
Prompt: Out of context
Pairing: Could be loosely looked at as Meta-Crisis/Ten in a really vicious 'I am so much better than you' sort of way.
Warnings/Spoilers: Journey's End
Summary: Sometimes our mistakes come back to haunt us.
The Doctor had a sort of innocence to him when he slept, he decided. Not exactly the childlike or angelic kind, but a brand of it. It was almost enough to draw anyone in the way he laid there looking as if would forgive anyone anything. A martyr's face, he decided. That was it. The Doctor had the look of a martyr that would be beatific even as he thrashed in pain and died for others. The tied up look really fit the Doctor too. Those limbs were made to be wrapped in rope or straps as he had used. Who was he to deny art its true form?
Twisting a dial on his sonic screwdriver, he jabbed it into the Gallifreyan's side, sending roughly 150,000 volts into him. The yelp the Doctor gave when awakening was most satisfying.
"I had a hard time decided whether or not to go with the human equivalent of a stun gun or a cattle prod," he said to the still twitching Doctor. "I was limited by being on Earth and using their supplies when I constructed my sonic screwdriver. It's actually a toy at its base. I thought about it for awhile and went with a stun gun because a cattle prod only causes pain in a specific spot while a stun gun affects the muscles and nervous system of the entire body. Looks much more painful too."
He smiled cheerfully at the Doctor.
"You..."
He nodded and sighed, "Yes, me. You can call me Theta. I was John Smith for awhile, but after I went more towards the whole idea of punting humanity and other races down the pit they had dug for themselves versus help, I thought Theta was more fitting."
Theta stared at the stunned into silence Doctor and waited. And waited some more. Finally, he checked the settings on his sonic screwdriver. It didn't seem to be set high enough to fry anything critical internally. Accidents did happen though. Wouldn't be the first time. Oh well. He'd get the calibrations right one of these days.
"You... what?" the Doctor asked.
"Right now you're probably telling yourself that this is all a dream or some trick of the Master's, but it's not. I'm sorry, so very sorry," Theta said, drawing close enough to nearly touch his forehead to that of his twin. "You left me on the beach with Rose about six years back, and here I am now! By the way, giving someone a TARDIS coral that it will take most of their lifetime to grow is a very nasty trick."
The Doctor could only stare at him as Theta clicked his tongue and shook his head.
"You're mad."
"We're currently in debate about that. The psychologists Jack Harkness kept hiring to look at me for the five years I was Torchwood's prisoner never could decide if I was a sociopath or psychotic. I say I'm a sociopath since I know the difference between right and wrong. I just choose to ignore it."
"No..."
Theta grinned all too happily again, patting the Doctor's cheek with false tenderness. The pad of his thumb brushed the cornre of the other's lips. "You knew as well as I did that a biological meta-crisis of human and Time Lord couldn't exist, but you couldn't erase my memories like you did Donna's since I have a Time Lord's mind. But, that's a long and boring story, so we'll move on. Let's see, what all did you miss? Oh! Rose died. Murdered really."
The Doctor made a small noise of hurt, something vital breaking in his eyes as he tried to pull from the other's touch.
Theta snorted in disdain and drew away from the Doctor, leaning back in his chair lazily. "They pinned that on me even if they couldn't fully prove it. Didn't matter much in the long run since they knew I had killed about twenty others, not to mention thirty-some Torchwood agents from the different branches. Oh yes! I'm currently the high-score holder in the Kill Jack Harkness contest! He only counted once in the Torchwood tally. I have forty-nine confirmed kills. I still think I should have gotten double points for injecting his spine with hydrochloric acid. The Zaxqubs disagreed. They sprayed him all over with it the month before. Considering they make it in them naturally as spit, I had the higher degree of difficulty if you ask me. That was a hard shot."
"You've killed? Killed Jack?" the Doctor asked, a sick disbelief in his voice.
Theta's smile could have been mistaken for kind if one missed the dark glee in his eyes and the cruel hint of teeth at the Doctor's suffering. "I've killed a lot of people. You'd be surprised. Or maybe not. There's an equal to you in that world. Shot him and sent him on to his next regeneration. Hated seeing him walking around with my face. No one expects a bullet on a peaceful world! But before that, why wouldn't they trust me? I was you or him instead of me. Everyone loves the Doctor, or the Traveler as he's called in that dimension."
"But why?"
"That's easy. Because you cared about them."
"How? How could you do that? You knew them!"
"You don't understand yet, do you? You made me. The Doctor's soul will be revealed. Ta-da! Here I am!"
Theta grinned wider as the Doctor shook his head and began to struggle for an escape he wasn't going to achieve. He could wait until the Doctor tired himself out. They had all of the rest of the Doctor's remaining regenerations, didn't they?