FIC -Fire and Time - 1 - A glass of wine on a warm spring day (X-Men, Dr Who, X-Over)
Fire and Time - 1 - A glass of wine on a warm spring day
Author - coridan
Setting - Earth 616/Season 3 Doctor Who AU
Characters: Madelyne Pryor, The 10th Doctor, mentions of Nate Grey, Sinister, Scott Summers, Rose Tyler, The Master
Ratings/Warnings: PG 13 (if you consider a naked Madelyne Pryor floating in a tube PG 13 worthy.)
Notes: A comination of ideas from two disparate (but not totally seperate) fandoms, the theme here is loneliness, and how one goes on despite it. Also, for canon hounds, X-Men and Doctor Who are directly linked via Marvel Comics UK, in which the Technet from Excalibur also appears in Marvel UK's 7th Doctor comics! So, the Doctor on Earth 616 is not that much of a stretch.
Hello! Here is my very first peice for this community. While unusual, I hope that you all enjoy it. Please be kind, and comment away.
For canon, this takes place right after the events of Voyage of the Damned for season 3 of Doctor Who and around the end of the Civil War era in Marvel continuity.
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She floated in warm, comfortable, somewhat fizzy fluid. It tasted like strawberry. The surroundings looked like brown coral and brass.
As she opened her eyes, she saw him, by a panel that looked more like an old 40’s radio set than anything else. Brown hair, a bit moussed, a deep blue suit with matching shirt and tie, a pair of glasses tucked into the jacket pocket. He walked up to the tube, and knocked on it. “Hello. Awake? Feeling comfy? You’re free to come out when you like.”
She wished she could just float here, comfortably, forever. She imagined herself in the arms of the several men she had loved over the years. But then, she told herself, No. I will not allow myself to be defined by a need to be loved by certain people. She nodded slowly, and the blue-suited fellow pulled a lever.
The fluid slowly ran into the floor of the tube. As Madelyne vomited the fluid out of her lungs, the stranger surrounded her with a terry cloth robe and handed her a towel. She murmured a “thank you,” as she dried her hair.
“If you go down the corridor and to the left,” the young looking brown haired man said, “you’ll find the kitchen. I’ve already put on a pot of tea and some toast, and some omelette. If you need anything else, let me know - you’re my guest. After that, head further down the hall, and the third door to your left will be an old bedroom I’m not using. Across from it is a wardrobe. You should be able to find some clothes. I’ll be upstairs, working on this and that.” He smiled a disarming smile - warm, no malice, slightly goofy, with no trickery or deceit behind it.
Madelyne replied, “You’re very kind.” She paused. His mind is shielded, she thought to herself. She wouldn’t be able to simply rifle through his mind for answers. And I have a body, again. Just like her old one, too, down to the burning fury far behind her mind and soul. “Where are we?” No reason not to be straightforward, right now.
The skinny young man smiled again. “This is the TARDIS. Time and relative dimensions in space - this is my ship, and my home.” He scratched the back of his ear as he thought for a moment, and spoke. “Your mental essence became stuck inside my Time Rotor. I figured the polite thing to do would be to give you a body back. Leaving you just floating as a disembodied mind would have been rather rude.”
The kindness of a stranger, she thought. “It might not be a good idea to keep me around, mister…”
He replied, “The Doctor. Just the Doctor.”
“Ah,” Madelyne replied.
He clapped his hands. “So, come up when you’re ready. You must be exhausted. I’ll be seeing you in a bit.” He started making his way up a brass, spiraling staircase.
“Wait,” Madelyne called out. “You don’t know who I am. I… have enemies. I… would probably be a great deal of trouble for you.”
He rubbed his hands together as he stood on the spiral stair, leading upwards. “Oh, I know exactly who you are. Madelyne Pryor, the Goblin Queen, Black Rook of the Hellfire Club? Companion to Nate Grey? I know -exactly- who you are. I was there, in Manhattan, in 1981, when the demons came.” As Madelyne looked up at him, his face bespoke of great age - even older than Sinister.
Madelyne narrowed her eyes. “Then, why are you being so kind to me? You know what I did, back then.”
He rubs his hands together again, and looks thoughtful. “Well, first, you were stuck in my time rotor. Second, render assistance when able, law of the sea and all that. Third,” and at this his face became grave, “you haven’t killed nearly as many people as I have. So, who am I to judge?” This, he says in a half whisper, with gravity.
With that, he made his way up the stairs, in sneaker clad feet.
--
Over the next few hours she ate, slept, and then bathed. She could feel the ship’s mind. It was alive, and aware, and knowing. It didn’t talk in a sense that telepaths regularly did, but she could feel its wisdom. It was also very old, and loved its owner very much.
She made her way up into the control room. It had brass walls with roundels, and pillars made of coral. The hum from the central control panel felt like a song to her.
She let her hair down loose, like she preferred, and wore a pair of snug jeans, a cropped T shirt, and a pair of old sandals she found in the huge wardrobe. A strand of blond hair was on the shirt. Rose, the mental resonance of the clothes and the hair spoke to her.
And the stranger was fiddling with the controls at the central pillar in this room, which hummed. She could feel his loneliness hang over him like a cloud.
“So,” she spoke. “you seem to know a great deal about me. It’s only fair that you tell me a bit about yourself… good Samaritan.” She chewed on a bit of her hair as she spoke, idly wondering if seducing him would lead to her advantage.
The young man smiled and shook his head. “Oh, no one special. I go here and there, a vagabond, more or less.” Most men usually looked at her with a certain degree of lust. But this man, here, had perhaps seen a bit too much. Madelyne replied, as she stepped closer to the control panel, “so, you’re alone?”
With that, he frowned. “I usually prefer to travel that way.” He was lying, most likely to himself. But, he smiled, and snapped himself out of his reverie. “So!” he clapped his hands together again. “Where can I drop you off?”
She walked around the panel. It thrummed, like a heartbeat. He shouldn’t travel alone, it spoke wordlessly to Madelyne.
Madelyne knew that loneliness. Nate was now gone, part of everything on Earth. While this gimp was more than he appeared to be, this ship was far too big for one person.
“No where. If you know my history, then you probably know that I have really no where to go. Just drop me off… wherever.”
“Paris!” He said, smiling again, a little manic. “It was Paris. You were there with your husband, I was there with a lady friend. You asked me the time. That’s where I met you. It was by the boat docks on the river Seinne.”
She remembered some eccentric character in a scarf giving her the time - she remembered that she was on holiday with Scott. “I’m sorry, but you don’t look a thing like that man.” But she remembered that eccentric fellow in the floppy hat and the scarf, a mad eyed, warm eccentric fellow.
As he started snapping switches and throwing levers, he mentioned, “Well, as time passes, people do have a way of changing.” He then held his chin, “for better or for worse. But, Paris! Let’s go have a glass of wine, you and I. I was on my way to Paris - the Louvre is putting on this exhibition for a friend of mine - so, you’re welcome to come along. Considering what I’ve been up to recently, I’d like to raise a toast to someone whom I’ve just lost. Cared about him quite a bit. And what is life if not making new friends? After wine and lunch, you and I can go about our respective ways.”
With that, there was a snap-snap-snap, click, and throwing of a lever. With the sound of a cross between a dying car engine and a great rumbling furnace, the pillar in the middle of the room moved up and down. He smiled, as his vessel moved.
“Alright then, Doctor. To old loved ones lost, and to new friends.” She smiled slightly.
As the Doctor strode across the room and opened the door, he extended his arms, showing her the way out. Beyond the door lay a Parisian street - Paris, the modern day. It was warm and sunny.
As she took the stranger arm in arm, she looked back - behind them was, of all things, a small blue British police call box. Paris was warm and sunny, it was spring time. A small café awaited.
A new person to manipulate, another chance at revenge - she thought to herself that she should be thinking of these things. But, with this warm faced stranger who saved her from oblivion for no better reason than it was the kind thing to do, all of that seemed far away. This was closer to Dublin, in spring time, and those wonderful two months she spent there with Nate.
And for a short while, and a few glasses of wine, she did forget.
Author - coridan
Setting - Earth 616/Season 3 Doctor Who AU
Characters: Madelyne Pryor, The 10th Doctor, mentions of Nate Grey, Sinister, Scott Summers, Rose Tyler, The Master
Ratings/Warnings: PG 13 (if you consider a naked Madelyne Pryor floating in a tube PG 13 worthy.)
Notes: A comination of ideas from two disparate (but not totally seperate) fandoms, the theme here is loneliness, and how one goes on despite it. Also, for canon hounds, X-Men and Doctor Who are directly linked via Marvel Comics UK, in which the Technet from Excalibur also appears in Marvel UK's 7th Doctor comics! So, the Doctor on Earth 616 is not that much of a stretch.
Hello! Here is my very first peice for this community. While unusual, I hope that you all enjoy it. Please be kind, and comment away.
For canon, this takes place right after the events of Voyage of the Damned for season 3 of Doctor Who and around the end of the Civil War era in Marvel continuity.
--
She floated in warm, comfortable, somewhat fizzy fluid. It tasted like strawberry. The surroundings looked like brown coral and brass.
As she opened her eyes, she saw him, by a panel that looked more like an old 40’s radio set than anything else. Brown hair, a bit moussed, a deep blue suit with matching shirt and tie, a pair of glasses tucked into the jacket pocket. He walked up to the tube, and knocked on it. “Hello. Awake? Feeling comfy? You’re free to come out when you like.”
She wished she could just float here, comfortably, forever. She imagined herself in the arms of the several men she had loved over the years. But then, she told herself, No. I will not allow myself to be defined by a need to be loved by certain people. She nodded slowly, and the blue-suited fellow pulled a lever.
The fluid slowly ran into the floor of the tube. As Madelyne vomited the fluid out of her lungs, the stranger surrounded her with a terry cloth robe and handed her a towel. She murmured a “thank you,” as she dried her hair.
“If you go down the corridor and to the left,” the young looking brown haired man said, “you’ll find the kitchen. I’ve already put on a pot of tea and some toast, and some omelette. If you need anything else, let me know - you’re my guest. After that, head further down the hall, and the third door to your left will be an old bedroom I’m not using. Across from it is a wardrobe. You should be able to find some clothes. I’ll be upstairs, working on this and that.” He smiled a disarming smile - warm, no malice, slightly goofy, with no trickery or deceit behind it.
Madelyne replied, “You’re very kind.” She paused. His mind is shielded, she thought to herself. She wouldn’t be able to simply rifle through his mind for answers. And I have a body, again. Just like her old one, too, down to the burning fury far behind her mind and soul. “Where are we?” No reason not to be straightforward, right now.
The skinny young man smiled again. “This is the TARDIS. Time and relative dimensions in space - this is my ship, and my home.” He scratched the back of his ear as he thought for a moment, and spoke. “Your mental essence became stuck inside my Time Rotor. I figured the polite thing to do would be to give you a body back. Leaving you just floating as a disembodied mind would have been rather rude.”
The kindness of a stranger, she thought. “It might not be a good idea to keep me around, mister…”
He replied, “The Doctor. Just the Doctor.”
“Ah,” Madelyne replied.
He clapped his hands. “So, come up when you’re ready. You must be exhausted. I’ll be seeing you in a bit.” He started making his way up a brass, spiraling staircase.
“Wait,” Madelyne called out. “You don’t know who I am. I… have enemies. I… would probably be a great deal of trouble for you.”
He rubbed his hands together as he stood on the spiral stair, leading upwards. “Oh, I know exactly who you are. Madelyne Pryor, the Goblin Queen, Black Rook of the Hellfire Club? Companion to Nate Grey? I know -exactly- who you are. I was there, in Manhattan, in 1981, when the demons came.” As Madelyne looked up at him, his face bespoke of great age - even older than Sinister.
Madelyne narrowed her eyes. “Then, why are you being so kind to me? You know what I did, back then.”
He rubs his hands together again, and looks thoughtful. “Well, first, you were stuck in my time rotor. Second, render assistance when able, law of the sea and all that. Third,” and at this his face became grave, “you haven’t killed nearly as many people as I have. So, who am I to judge?” This, he says in a half whisper, with gravity.
With that, he made his way up the stairs, in sneaker clad feet.
--
Over the next few hours she ate, slept, and then bathed. She could feel the ship’s mind. It was alive, and aware, and knowing. It didn’t talk in a sense that telepaths regularly did, but she could feel its wisdom. It was also very old, and loved its owner very much.
She made her way up into the control room. It had brass walls with roundels, and pillars made of coral. The hum from the central control panel felt like a song to her.
She let her hair down loose, like she preferred, and wore a pair of snug jeans, a cropped T shirt, and a pair of old sandals she found in the huge wardrobe. A strand of blond hair was on the shirt. Rose, the mental resonance of the clothes and the hair spoke to her.
And the stranger was fiddling with the controls at the central pillar in this room, which hummed. She could feel his loneliness hang over him like a cloud.
“So,” she spoke. “you seem to know a great deal about me. It’s only fair that you tell me a bit about yourself… good Samaritan.” She chewed on a bit of her hair as she spoke, idly wondering if seducing him would lead to her advantage.
The young man smiled and shook his head. “Oh, no one special. I go here and there, a vagabond, more or less.” Most men usually looked at her with a certain degree of lust. But this man, here, had perhaps seen a bit too much. Madelyne replied, as she stepped closer to the control panel, “so, you’re alone?”
With that, he frowned. “I usually prefer to travel that way.” He was lying, most likely to himself. But, he smiled, and snapped himself out of his reverie. “So!” he clapped his hands together again. “Where can I drop you off?”
She walked around the panel. It thrummed, like a heartbeat. He shouldn’t travel alone, it spoke wordlessly to Madelyne.
Madelyne knew that loneliness. Nate was now gone, part of everything on Earth. While this gimp was more than he appeared to be, this ship was far too big for one person.
“No where. If you know my history, then you probably know that I have really no where to go. Just drop me off… wherever.”
“Paris!” He said, smiling again, a little manic. “It was Paris. You were there with your husband, I was there with a lady friend. You asked me the time. That’s where I met you. It was by the boat docks on the river Seinne.”
She remembered some eccentric character in a scarf giving her the time - she remembered that she was on holiday with Scott. “I’m sorry, but you don’t look a thing like that man.” But she remembered that eccentric fellow in the floppy hat and the scarf, a mad eyed, warm eccentric fellow.
As he started snapping switches and throwing levers, he mentioned, “Well, as time passes, people do have a way of changing.” He then held his chin, “for better or for worse. But, Paris! Let’s go have a glass of wine, you and I. I was on my way to Paris - the Louvre is putting on this exhibition for a friend of mine - so, you’re welcome to come along. Considering what I’ve been up to recently, I’d like to raise a toast to someone whom I’ve just lost. Cared about him quite a bit. And what is life if not making new friends? After wine and lunch, you and I can go about our respective ways.”
With that, there was a snap-snap-snap, click, and throwing of a lever. With the sound of a cross between a dying car engine and a great rumbling furnace, the pillar in the middle of the room moved up and down. He smiled, as his vessel moved.
“Alright then, Doctor. To old loved ones lost, and to new friends.” She smiled slightly.
As the Doctor strode across the room and opened the door, he extended his arms, showing her the way out. Beyond the door lay a Parisian street - Paris, the modern day. It was warm and sunny.
As she took the stranger arm in arm, she looked back - behind them was, of all things, a small blue British police call box. Paris was warm and sunny, it was spring time. A small café awaited.
A new person to manipulate, another chance at revenge - she thought to herself that she should be thinking of these things. But, with this warm faced stranger who saved her from oblivion for no better reason than it was the kind thing to do, all of that seemed far away. This was closer to Dublin, in spring time, and those wonderful two months she spent there with Nate.
And for a short while, and a few glasses of wine, she did forget.