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fandomlit · 3 years

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neutral, chap. 2 (dream smp x reader)

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary tommy learns a little bit more about your relationship with dream before spending his day with ghostbur, exploring neutral territory and learning of the war that sparked its creation.

warning mentions of war, violence, and injuries

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“you have a package, y/n!” ghostbur called out just as you placed tommy’s breakfast in front of him. the ghoul’s words went completely ignored by tommy, whose gaze was solely focused on the beautiful stack of pancakes placed in front of him.

y/n smiled to herself. “you can bring it in, bur. i know who it’s from.” she shuffled syrup and butter over to tommy just as ghostbur came in with the fateful package.

tommy was already half way through scarfing down the stack of pancakes when y/n managed to open the package, ghostbur gazing over her shoulder. she took out a note set atop of the contents.

she read aloud, “y/n, i’m sorry i haven’t properly stopped by in a while. my work requires much of my undivided attention right now, which i’m sure you understand. please work your magic for me with the clothes included, and i will be sure to drop by for them and a meal soon. there are a few extra gifts included for you. i hope tommy isn’t burdening you. signed dream.”

“i’m not a burden!” tommy spoke offendedly through a mouthful of pancakes.

“you’re right, tommy,” y/n hummed, handing him a napkin to wipe some syrup off of his chin. “you’re perfect company.” tommy smiled to himself as he finished off his stack of pancakes. y/n sighed to herself, “clay really knows how to ruin a good piece of clothing..”

“so you and dream are close, y/n?” tommy grumbled, picking up his glass of milk.

she shrugged. “as close as you can be with someone you barely see.” she placed his battered clothes to the side, sighing again when she saw the rest of the contents of the box. tommy didn’t realize this, continuing with his questions.

“i remember that he respected your territory when he stepped into it,” he recalled. “he was going to kill me, but then he realized he was in neutral.”

y/n nodded. “when i made claimed this territory as neutral, i made a deal with everyone: i would mend and tailor anything you needed as long as you respected my territory as neutral.” she held up a box of diamonds and a smaller box of netherite to tommy’s view, making his mouth drop open with surprise. y/n held out another napkin to him for the milk that had sputtered out of his open mouth while ghostbur laughed into his hand. “clay is the only one who still tries to pay me.”

“with netherite?!” tommy exclaimed, letting out a surprised laugh.

y/n shrugged, seemingly not phased by the generous gift. “the nether..” she shook her head, placing the valuable materials onto the table, “is not a place i like to go. and most of this will probably be going toward dream’s armor, anyway.” she sighed, placing the gifts back into the box and laying the tattered shirts on top of them. “trust me, he’s still too kind for his own good with these sorts of materials.”

“how much netherite does that man have?” ghostbur scoffed, looking at how much was contained in the box.

“probably quadruple that amount,” y/n chuckled. “he has far too much free time.”

“and he doesn’t even spend it with you,” ghostbur sighed, shaking his head with a goofy smile.

“i know!” y/n spoke sarcastically before laughing out. she closed the box and set it under the table. “i’ll deal with that later. do you want any more pancakes, tommy?”

“no, i’m stuffed,” the teen yawned. “but thank you.”

she nodded. “well, then how about ghostbur shows you around the territory today?”

the boys perked up immediately. “really?”

“yeah,” she laughed, taking tommy’s empty plate. “you two can take the day to explore and have fun. go be a kid, kid.”

tommy excitedly looked up to his ghost friend. “fancy a game of ultimate tag?”

“you’re gonna get crushed,” ghostbur laughed before they both ran out of the house, laughing. y/n smiled.

“oh! i should make them lunch..”

...

“how big is this place?” tommy laughed after a few rounds of tag. they had found their way to a pond in a forested area, tommy deciding his knee needed a break after all of their running.

“it’s bigger than you think,” ghostbur assured, making sure to keep an appropriate distance from the water as they sat along the small shore. “y/n claimed the territory before l’manberg, so there really wasn’t any need for a turf war of any sorts for what she settled.”

“how long has she lived here?” tommy questioned.

ghostbur shrugged. “almost two years, i think. she’s made quite the life for herself since.” more to himself, he muttered, “god, has it really been that long since it happened?”

“since what happened?” tommy asked, leaning closer to his friend with sparkling, curious eyes.

ghostbur sighed, “i’ll admit, i don’t remember too much.. but i know there was a fight. one of the first wars of our time, and it was all over y/n.”

“they were fighting for her?” tommy spoke with confusion. “she’s not an object.”

“very good, tommy,” ghostbur prided, patting his friend on the shoulder. “you’re right, she’s not. that’s why y/n left her original home and sought to create neutral territory; to end the fighting and create a place where peace could reign. in exchange, she’d offer her goods and services.”

“so they were fighting over her for her skills,” tommy understood. ghostbur made a face. “..or not?”

“both sides obviously wanted her skills, but i think y/n tends to neglect the fact that they were all madly in love with her,” ghostbur sighed, shaking his head.

tommy raised his eyebrows. “a crime of passion, eh?” he joked, making them both laugh out before he asked, “who was it?”

“let me think,” ghostbur sighed, tapping his chin. “i know one was dream, but the other.. i think it was-”

“boys! lunch is ready when you are!”

tommy turned back to ghostbur. “well? who?”

ghostbur shook his head. “sorry, tommy, i don’t remember that far. that’s as much as i can tell you.”

tommy couldn’t help but fel disappointed, but he knew he couldn’t blame his friend. “that’s alright, ghostbur. let’s go get lunch before y/n comes looking for us.”

...

after lunch and an insistent rematch of tag, ghostbur and tommy made their way to the organized garden area.

“y/n grows anything you can imagine,” ghostbur bragged as tommy marveled as the fluorescent, beautifully natural area. “she’s been to nearly every biome to complete her garden.”

“you can grow cocoa?!” tommy exclaimed when he finally spotted y/n, who was swinging an axe at a low jungle tree.

“y/n found a way,” ghostbur shrugged, guiding tommy over to her. “hey, y/n!”

“hi, boys,” she smiled, plucking off the plant she had loosened from the tree. “was lunch good? im sorry i didn’t stay and chat.”

“it was delicious,” ghostbur complimented, tommy nodding in agreement as his mind drifted back to the mouth watering coleslaw and toasted sandwiches she had prepared.

“that’s good!” she smiled, placing the cocoa plant on the ground. “you boys may want to step back.” they did as told as y/n swung her axe over her head, splitting the cocoa clean in half and revealing the delicious beans inside of it. “voila!”

ghostbur clapped politely. “thank you,” y/n laughed, dropping her axe and picking up the split plant. “would you boys like a sample?”

“sure,” tommy shrugged, stepping forward with ghostbur. he picked out a few beans before popping them into his mouth. breaking through the semi-tough shell, the delicious, dark taste flooded his taste buds and made him nearly moan, as y/n’s food often did. he and ghostbur shared a look of satisfaction before he voiced, “oh, y/n.. they’re perfect.”

“that’s good,” she laughed before nudging her bucket closer to her and scooping the seeds out into it. “how has your day around the territory been?”

“entertaining,” tommy spoke before asking, “how did you get into gardening, y/n?”

y/n gave ghostbur a knowing smile before she answered the younger boy’s question, “i was tired of eating only meat and bread. gardening was a way to expand my diet to more than just carbs and proteins. also, it’s very calming.” they followed when she hiked up her bucket and moved to the next jungle tree.

“is it?” tommy questioned.

she affirmed with a nod. “it’s nice to be able to spend a day tending to things you made. the fruits of your own harvest are the sweetest, they say.” they watched as she knocked down another cocoa plant.

“they are,” tommy nodded solemnly, his mind drifting to a sadder, more familiar place. “that’s why i miss l’manberg.”

y/n was barely surprised by the boy’s open confession. she tossed her axe down again, going to place a hand on tommy’s shoulder. “i know you do, tommy, and i know it’s rough right now. but what we’re playing here is a waiting game; we’re waiting for a safe opportunity to get you home, and in the meantime, i’ll take care of you, kid.”

tommy offered you another nod and a smile. “we?”

y/n gave him a kind grin. “im going to help you as best as i can from where i am. and i know that’s not much from me, but i know that everyone deserves a home that they love. and you can’t get there alone, kid.”

“you’re right about that,” tommy sighed before looking into her kind eyes. “thank you, y/n. your help means a lot.”

she squeezed his shoulder. “of course, tommy. you and ghostbur go explore some more; try to keep your mind on the things you can control.” she picked her axe back up.

tommy looked to the pitying ghoul beside him before looking back to y/n, a new thought fresh in his mind. “can you teach me how to cook?”

y/n grinned as she lifted her axe over her head again. “of course i can, tommy.”

tommy smiled as she cracked open the plant. he looked back to ghostbur. “wanna go for a swim?” the ghost shot him a fearful look. “im kidding! im kidding, let’s go use some pigs for target practice.” they both began to walk off, chatting and giggling before tommy turned and called, “y/n!” she looked up attentively. “what’s for dinner?”

she smiled. “i was thinking ribs!”

tommy’s mouth watered at the thought. “oh my god, i can’t wait to learn how to cook..”

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silveryinkystar · 6 years

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Perfect Reflection

Pairings: Eleventh Doctor/Rose Tyler, Amy Pond/Rory Williams

Summary: After all the years Rose Tyler spent on the parallel world, she might have a way to return...

Reunion fic, post - “Journey’s End”, during the events of Season 6 episode 3: The Curse of the Black Spot

@doctorroseprompts

Ao3

The mist was thick around the ship, which had been stationary for three days. Captain Henry Avery wondered how much longer they would remain so, for they were running out of food and their ship had been becalmed right where the siren had last been seen. What were once fantastical rumors had turned into the captain’s nightmare, killing most of his men.

He turned around when he heard the sound of his crew mates hammering at his cabin door. He strode over and pulled the door open, knowing better than to hope for the best.

“He slipped in the bilge water, Cap'n, and fell on to the rigger.” The boatswain paused, before adding, “his hand – I don't know if he'll survive.”

Henry barely spared a glance at the other man’s bleeding hand, more interested in the palm of the other. “You’re a dead man, McGrath, same as all the others,” he said gravely, turning it over to see a black spot, which at first glance would have seemed like an ink blot of some sort – but he knew better.

Above them, a woman’s voice began to sing, a haunting melody that the sailors had come to dread over the three days they’d been becalmed.

“She’s here,” he said.

“Oh, save our souls,” the boatswain moaned softly.

McGrath shuddered. “I’ve got to escape!”

“Don’t go out there, McGrath, don’t listen, for God’s sake. The siren is a-calling!”

Henry watched motionlessly as the marked man grabbed a gun and stumbled out onto the deck. Then, as the door swung shut behind him, he pulled out the key and locked them inside, wrapping his medallion around the handle. For a few moments, only the song and McGrath’s footsteps were heard, but even those stopped as he succumbed to the siren’s call with a scream.

...

Rose Tyler had had enough of heartbreak and waiting around. Her Doctor had encouraged her to continue the research with the Dimension Cannon, though she knew better than anyone else that the chances of her getting to the prime universe were next to none. Still, she clung to the hope that she would one day return to where she belonged, even when everyone around her could not support her.

She worked day and night in the TARDIS, adjusting the ship’s controls to move not only across time and space, but also across universes. The ship hummed when she ran the scans for a wide enough gap.

Rose felt that she could not wait any longer, and she drummed her fingers impatiently on the console. Time seemed to pass agonizingly slowly. The scanner beeped and Rose pulled the monitor towards her, going through the results. Her stomach twisted when she got through to the end.

Of course, there was a gap to the prime universe, but it wasn’t big enough for both her and the TARDIS.

“I can’t leave you here, Old Girl,” she muttered. “You’ve been with me for so long.”

The TARDIS chimed, highlighting a paragraph in the scan results.

Merging the cores… Rose frowned. “Is that even possible?”

Another chime. I hope you’re right, Old Girl, Rose thought, and reached out for the heart of the sentient time ship.

...

“How did she get in?” Captain Avery asked.

“Bilge water. She's using water like a portal, a door. She can materialise through a single drop,” The Doctor explained. “We need to go somewhere with no water.”

“Well, thank God we're not in the middle of the ocean,” Amy muttered.

“Did you see her eyes? Like crystal pools,” Rory piped in.

Amy held up a hand. “You are in enough trouble.”

“The magazine,” Avery remembered.

“What?”

“He means the armoury where the powder's stored.”

“It's dry as a bone.”

“Good. Let's go there.”

“I give the orders,” Avery growled.

The Doctor tamped down on his irritation. He tried to cover it up with a flippant remark, like he normally did in this form. “Ah. Worried because I'm wearing a hat now? Nobody touch anything sharp!”

“Come on, Rory.” Amy pulled her husband towards them.

“Quickly, man,” Avery snapped at the other man, the boatswain, the Doctor thought he was called, who was shuffling through his ring of keys. Why was it always a ring of keys, the Doctor mused distractedly.

“I can't find the key. ‘Tis gone, Cap'n.”

“How can it have gone?”

The Doctor noticed a small crack of light and pushed the door lightly. It swung open easily, leaving the men speechless. His voice was soft as he voiced the thought in all their minds. “Someone else had the same idea.”

...

Rose felt a warm consciousness in her mind, bright and golden, as she had for the last fifty years – and once before that too, she now remembered, as she merged her consciousness with that of the TARDIS once more. She figured her altered physiology should be able to stand the Time Vortex now.

She finally remembered everything that had transpired all those years ago on the Game Station, the day she’d changed, and the day her Doctor had changed too – changed for her, as she had done for him.

Took him long enough to notice, don’t you think, Dear? Rose asked the TARDIS, even as she channeled the power of the Time Vortex to the Dimension Hopper for a single trip. She knew that it would only last for one trip, and dissolve immediately after. The TARDIS matrix, on the other hand…

Rose knew what to do. She turned around to look at the familiar doors one last time. Tears streamed from her eyes, even as gold light poured into them. Taking in a deep breath, she directed all her willpower into sending the power of the Vortex into the hopper she held in her hand. She pressed the large, smooth plastic button – and was gone, falling through the vortex with incredible precision, with the TARDIS matrix protecting her as the Void tried to pull her in.

...

“Where are we?” Amy got up slowly, taking in her new surroundings.

“We haven't moved. We're in exactly the same place as before,” the Doctor said.

The two – no, three, for Captain Avery had woken as well – of them stared out through a window onto the deck of the very ship they’d been on just moments (had it been moments?) ago.

“We're on a ghost ship.”

“No. It's real. Space ship trapped in a temporal rift.” The Doctor frowned. “Still, there’s something about this place…”

“How can two ships be in the same place?”

“Not the same. Two planes, two worlds, two cars parked in the same space. There are lots of different universes nested inside each other. Now and again they collide, and you can step from one to the other.” The explanation seemed important. Why did it seem important? The Doctor’s mind was reeling. Finally, he located the source of the odd presence in his mind. Well, the feeling itself wasn't odd, but the presence was intriguing.

Somewhere on this ship, there was another telepath.

“Okay, I think I understand.”

“Good, because it's not like that at all. But if that helps. I mean. It’s a very vague sort of comparison. It’s much more complex than that. Such overlapping of universes only happens for a short while, then they separate again after a bit.” The Doctor tried to follow the telepathic trace, reaching out towards the other presence cautiously.

“Thanks.”

“All the reflections have suddenly become gateways,” the Doctor said. “Ever look in a mirror and think you're seeing a whole other world? Well, this time it's not an illusion.”

He picked up a piece of metal and flung it at the glass. It flew through it and landed on the deck of the ship, the glass rippling like the surface of a lake as it passed through.

…

The Doctor tuned out most of the conversation between Avery and Amy. He was worried about the other telepath, whose signature was somehow very familiar to him. He turned around the corner into a room filled with beds.

An infirmary, he realised. The presence was stronger here, he noticed, and reinforced by-

“The TARDIS!” he cried, and ran to the ship. She urged him to go to the other telepathic presence, but before the Doctor could respond, he heard a voice, right next to his beloved time ship. The Doctor’s hearts skipped a beat as he a woman stepped out into full view in front of him, eyes bright and... glinting gold?

“My Doctor,” Rose said through a watery smile.

“How?” he asked weakly. He took Rose Tyler’s hand, and reached for her. His hand brushed against the ring on her finger, the one she had worn since the day they had said their vows under the stars. The light that had shone down on them that day was bright gold, like Rose’s eyes were right now.

“Bad Wolf.” He whispered, as the pieces clicked together. It explained why the TARDIS had been unwilling to leave, at the very least.

“I told you I would find a way back,” she said simply.

“And the other Doctor?”

Her expression turned melancholy. “He gave me his forever, but I couldn’t give him mine.”

Before the Doctor could process the implications of that statement, he heard Amy calling for him. Still holding Rose’s hand, he moved over to Amy’s side, glancing down at the immobile figure on the bed. He scanned Rory with the sonic screwdriver, before a thought struck him like a bolt of lightning.

Hang on, Rose was telepathic?

The Doctor decided that it was a conversation for later, reminding himself that Rory still lay unconscious in front of them.

“She's keeping him alive. His brain is still active, but all its cellular activity is suspended. It's not a curse, it's a tissue sample. Why get samples of people you are about to kill?” He wondered aloud.

“Help me get him up,” Amy muttered, as Rory stirred uncomfortably.

The Doctor started as he heard a small hiss. “She’s coming,” he whispered and ducked out of view. The siren had started to sing to Rory, who calmed down again. “Amy, this is Rose Tyler. Rose, this is Amelia Pond. That man on the bed there-“

“I saw her bring him in, he seemed to be choking on something,” Rose remembered.

“That’s Rory Williams. Rory Pond. However the two of you worked it out. Anyway, that’s Amy’s husband. He’s a nurse.”

“Nice to meet you, Amy,” Rose whispered. “It’s good to know that the Doctor’s still making friends.”

“Oh, is that what he’s doing? I guess it’s nice to meet you too,” Amy said with a frown.

“Did he not mention me to you?”

“Might have, actually, but it must’ve slipped my mind. I’ve not been my best these last few days,” she whispered.

“I definitely did mention you on many occasions, Rose Tyler.” A swift movement caught his attention. The Doctor heard a click as Captain Avery lifted his pistol, balancing it with his left hand.

“Captain, no!”

Avery fired at the siren. The Doctor took a step forward and the siren hissed, turning flaming red at the sight of the intruders. The bullet passed through harmlessly, clanging on the opposite wall. The Doctor stared at the siren, who was slowly advancing on him. There was a small noise as Amy tried to get Rory off the bed, and the siren hissed turned to her instead. The Doctor decided to take care of Avery later.

“Okay, so what are you? You take tissue samples of the weak or wounded, and bring them to this room, behind screens, and do what? You don’t exactly kill them, just keep them… Oh.”

“Oh what?” Amy asked impatiently, not stepping away from the bed. “I’d like to get to my husband, if you don’t mind, Doctor.”

But Rose had caught on as well. Fifty years of travel in time and space had taught her quite a lot, and some things stayed the same even across an entire universe.

“Amy,” she said gently, “She’s not a killer at all. She’s a doctor.”

This was enough to startle her, and Amy moved away from the bed immediately. The siren stopped, turning green again and assuming a calm air.

“This is an automated sick bay. It's teleporting everyone on board. Everyone on here is dead, and so the sick bay has had nothing to do. It's been looking after humanity whilst it's been idle. Look at her. A virtual doctor able to sterilise a whole room.”

“Able to burn your face off,” Amy muttered resentfully.

“Oh but she’s just an interface,” Rose said earnestly. “She seeped through the planes, which was how I managed to get through in the first place, and broadcast in our world.”

“Protean circuitry means that she can change her form, and become a human doctor-”

“A human-looking doctor,” Rose corrected.

“Right, a human looking doctor for humans. Oh, that is good!”

“But she won’t let us take them,” Amy half whispered.

“She’s got them stabilized, but doesn’t know what to do with them.”

“Mind, when I got here, she didn’t know what to do with me either, until she saw that I was all right, just a bit tired.”

“I never asked, how did you get here?”

“Er, maybe that discussion can wait?”

“Thank you,” Amy muttered. “So she can’t heal them, but I’m his wife, for God’s sake. Why can’t I touch him?”

“’Cause you haven’t asked her for permission,” Rose reasoned. “Go on, tell her that you’re his wife. Show her your ring, it’s proof enough for most cultures.”

Amy nodded and showed her the ring on her finger. The siren tilted her head, looking mildly curious. “Look, he's very ill, okay? I just want to look after him. Why won't you let me near my husband?”

The siren didn’t reply, but held out her hand. A glowing circle appeared around it.

“What’s that?”

“A consent form,” Rose said. “Put your hand through, it’s like signing it. You’ll be taking full responsibility of Rory.”

Amy extended her hand, holding it above that of the siren’s. The circle disappeared, and the siren faded out peacefully. Amy promptly flicked a switch, presumably that of the life support, and Rory seized up immediately, unable to draw in a breath. Rose slammed her hand back on the switch, and he relaxed.

“He can’t breathe,” The Doctor muttered.

“What do we do? I can’t just leave him here.”

Avery, who’d come up behind them, spoke up at this point. “He’ll die if he’s taken out.”

“What happened to him?” Rose asked as Amy tried to wake him gently.

The Doctor stepped out of earshot and started to explain to Rose, as concisely as possible, what had transpired on the ship, when she raised a hand. “Doctor, we don’t have time.”

“I know, but there is a way I can share the information with you.”

“What is it?”

“I could form a link with you, a temporary telepathic link. You are somehow telepathically compatible with me now, so you and I can share our memories over the link. The entire process would take seconds.”

“The process of creating the link or sharing the memories?”

“Both. But, Rose, I know how much you don’t like telepathy…”

“No, Doctor, I don’t like it when it’s used on me without my knowledge,” she corrected him. “I trust you.”

He nodded and raised his hands to her temples. She instinctively did the same, following his example and overall behaving like a natural telepath.

Rose, it’s like you were born telepathic.

I think it’s because of Bad Wolf.

Of course it would be. The Doctor led his mind into hers, and she led hers into his, forming the link. The two of them exchanged their memories, which flooded over the other in rapid flashes. The Doctor removed his hands from her temples, and frowned when he still felt the connection in his mind.

He supposed it would take a while for it to dissolve slowly and naturally. After all, it had been ages since he’d had to deal with telepathy, apart from the TARDIS.

“You’re right, Rose, these changes are because of Bad Wolf, but not from the first time round. They happened when you returned from the parallel universe.”

To his surprise, her eyes filled with tears. “Yeah, but that’s only the telepathy, Doctor,” she said in a shaky voice, but before he could reply Avery called them over. Knowing that Rose needed a moment to compose herself, the Doctor struck up a small conversation with Avery, informing him that his son was suffering from typhoid fever, and laying out the man’s options before him.

When he felt Rose’s emotions settle, he glanced up at her. She was talking to Amy and Rory, her brows slashing a frown across her face. “All the same, we need to get this ship into deep space. I mean, imagine if she got ashore, that would be terrifying for everyone.”

Rory nodded as the Doctor walked over and squeezed his shoulder. Avery spoke up once more. “I could fly this ship. Stay with Toby. He’s not got a life back in jolly old England, not when his father is a wanted man.”

“Are you sure?”

“Just point me to the controls.”

The Doctor nodded.

“I know you’re going to do this, Amy. You won’t muck it up. Well, if you do, I’ll be very cross. And dead. Very cross, and very dead,” Rory said reassuringly.

Amy smiled gratefully through her tears. “Ready?” she asked, and when he nodded, Rose and the Doctor worked together, switching off the life support and pulling off the restraints. The Doctor then lent Amy a hand in carrying Rory back to the TARDIS, where he lay deathly still.

While Amy started to perform CPR on her husband, the Doctor decided that something was wrong with the bond, which was still not fading. He tested the strength of his barriers and started to panic. Connected as they were, Rose felt his rising discomfort. What’s wrong?

I think-

Their silent conversation was interrupted by Amy’s strangled sobs. Rose was on her knees next to the other woman immediately, comforting her and encouraging her to continue. Amy performed a few more rounds, before stopping to check for any response. When, even after a half minute, Rory remained still, she started to sob against Rose’s shoulder. Rose held Amy tightly, rubbing circles into her back. She knew that no words would be able to console her.

However, she felt her time senses tingle and saw a diverging timeline, one which started with her return to the prime universe, and leading into many points in the Doctor’s timeline, both in his past and his future. One thing, however, was clear to Rose, the two of them would not be losing companions or leaving them behind for a long time.

Rory coughed suddenly, only confirming Rose’s observations. Amy pulled away from her, and she sank back into the Doctor’s arms, which were already outstretched and waiting for her. They let the couple share a few moments together in peace while reveling in their own private moment.

What’s on your mind, Doctor?

Oh, well, I… I think I might have done something wrong while creating our link…

Does this have something to do with it not fading?

That is the problem, actually.

What did you do?

I think I created a permanent link, which is also called a bond.

Oh. Rose frowned up at him. So what’s wrong?

The bond… it’s a marriage bond. We’d be completely open to each other. No barriers would shield each other from our thoughts.

Rose burst out laughing. Amy and Rory stared at them, but she didn’t care. Oh, blimey, she thought.

Doctor, are you saying that we got married? Again? And… by accident?

The Doctor blinked, before he too started laughing. Well, that is a funny way to put it, but seriously, we’d be open books to each other.

Doctor, I’d love to share a bond with you, if you won’t mind it.

Me? Rose, I thought you wouldn’t want-

Doctor. Rose stopped him with a flood of memories about the metacrisis Doctor with whom she’d spent the last fifty years of their lives. It had been twenty years before they both realised she wasn’t ageing, and they’d tried to make the best of their time, while also working on a way to get back. He’d told her everything there was to know about the Time Lords, and what he suspected about her changed biology.

The TARDIS’ scanners had confirmed the rest.

Don’t you see? I want this with you, Doctor. When I promised you forever I meant it. Especially if it’s longer than I thought.

The Doctor was stunned enough for him to be speechless, something that Rose realised was uncharacteristic even for this regeneration. She sighed and pulled him forward by the lapels of his tweed jacket, pressing her lips to his. He braced himself with one hand behind him, and held her closer with the other, running his fingers through her hair.

Amy cleared her throat behind them and they broke apart, blushing like guilty teenagers. “Well? Doctor? I know her name, but I don’t know anything else about Rose Tyler.” She turned to look at Rose. “Who are you?” she asked curiously.

Rose grinned up at the Doctor. “Oh, the Stuff of Legend.”

#my fic #eleven x rose #doctor who #eleventh doctor #rose tyler #amy pond #rory williams #TARDIS #post journey's end

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Victors past (part 2 finally)

By the time he had returned home it was the thick of night. No people were bustling in the streets and every shop was closed. All that remained were a few oil lamps outside houses and some police men on guard duty. Victor made his way back towards his house, this time careful not to make a sound as he entered, despite his excitement ready to explode out of his chest.

His father was waiting for him, back to the front door and reading a news paper. "You're back already?" He asked in a condescending tone. Victor came up to him without a word, and dropped the 10 pound sack of coins in his lap, causing his father to jolt. He was about to scold him until he realized what exactly was just thrown on him. He opened it up in a hurry and saw it was filled with gold coins. He looked to Victor with what seemed like fear in his eyes, "Where did you get this? How did you get this?"

"I got a job, they paid me in advance. The only catch is that I have to travel rather far, that's why they gave me so much so early." He lied.

His father put the sack down gently on the floor and then stood up and hugged his son, "I'm proud of you, you did good."

Victor was a bit happy to get some validation from his father, "See what happens when you have faith in me?"

His father laughed, "Don't push this now you got lucky. But... most people do so, just don't take advantage of it"

Victor nodded, "Advice taken sir."

He went upstairs and kissed his mother on the forehead, then gathered up a few things from his room for the trip. His father gave him some food, and canteens of water. Before he left his father stopped him once more.

“If at any point you get into trouble you turn back around. You’re more important than whatever the job pays. And there’s still a chance of work with me in case. Got it?” It was the first time in a while his father sounded sincere, or worried for that matter.

Victor nodded, “Will do dad.” They shared a smile, then Victor left.

He went around back and grabbed his horse, named Pearl, the name fitting with her white and ashy coat. He petted her softly to sooth her, then leapt on her back and headed into the woods. If he had any chance of completing the list he needed to be fast and not waist any time. Even if the time given was marked by some candle, and who knows how long that will stay burning. Best not to think about it, he thought.

He looked over the list quickly, first up was a water lily. The closest pond was on the outskirts of the woods where a river pools lazily into swallow ground. With Pearl’s help he made it there before the moon was at midnight. The moonlight reflected like silver over the black pond water, and made the few stray lilies glow brightly with white light. Using a long branch he was able to guide a lily pad over towards the shore.

He smiled at the frail flower, the last time he’d been here was when he was much younger, with an old lady friend whom many wished for him to marry. They would spend hours getting away from the town and just be kids. Once they grew up the town snatched them back, and he’s rarely seen her since. But the memories still held sweetness. He pocketed the flower into the saddle bag and hopped back on his horse.

Next was to get cedar wood, to which he’d need to travel far out to a local town where they did traded. The wood was commonly used to make coffins, beautiful to say the least when finely crafted. This town offered the best supply of it. But that doesn’t excuse the fact that it took the rest of the night just to get there. He made the trade and pocketed the small samples of wood before looking over the list again.

There were still about four other things he needed, although he wasn’t sure how. Sticky burning ambers, a piece of love, cold, and a lost mind. Half of these were concepts let along an object. He looked to see the sun rising, thinking to himself to at least try to get these before sunset. He fed Pearl and then headed back towards the woods, making it back by noon.

Once there he stopped to let her rest, leaning against an old tree. He laughed breathlessly, “This lady’s got me doing her shopping doesn’t she?”

Pearl huffed in response as if understanding fully.

He turned to her, “Where do I even find these things?” He scoffed, “I’ll tell you what by the time I’ve figured it out I’ll have the lost mind.”

Pearl nudged him, forcing Victor to stumble.

He readjusted his hat, “What you think that’s what she means? I have to find loopholes is that it?” He looks over the list again, “You know that’s not that bad of an idea.”

He pulled away from the tree and noticed some sap getting stuck on his hand, he tried wiping it off at first then stopped. He smiled, “Sticky burning ambers... son of a gun.” He grabbed a scrap piece of paper from the saddle bag and collected a bit of sap.

He turned to pearl as he pocketed it, “That counts right?”

He sat down in the grass, and soon Pearl laid down next to him like a dog. He looked up and watched the clouds through the tree leaves.

“I wonder why so many people fear her, she seems nice. Aside from possibly wanting to, kill me.”

Pearl gave him a side glance.

“I said possibly!” Victor defended. He relaxed again, “Think about it though. She’s alone in the woods. Seems to me she has her life figured out, has a house and no one is barking orders at her.”

He petted Pearl softly, “Then again, she’s not making deals with a suspicious hermit in the woods in order to gain a father’s approval.”

He sighed, “Wish he would trust me. What’s so bad about trying to do my own business anyways!”

Pearl pushed into him, and he smiled, “Sorry girl. I know I’m getting distracted.” He watched a few leaves fall around him from the trees above. He picked up a large red maple leaf, “Cold.” He said softly before pocketing it.

He felt himself doze off beneath the warmth of his friend, and the cool breeze weaving between the fall colored trees. Realizing for the first time since he left, just how tired he was. He woke up to Pearl nudging him relentlessly till he acknowledged her.

He gave her a carrot and she calmed down while he got up and brushed himself off. It was nightfall, and growing deeper into it.

He held Pearl by the reigns and guided her towards the Mistress’s Home. He figured in the least he can give her these things, and see how far the candle had burned. He tied Pearl to a branch at the bottom of the tree, pet her softly, and made his way up into the tree house.

The lights within were still a glowing dim orange light. He made his way to his feet, and noticed the candle close to its end. Overcome with a sense of dread, and looked around for her, “Mistress Fortune?” He said as if scared to speak.

She appeared from behind the flame, “What do you want.”

Victor jumped and clutched the saddle bag tighter, “I came to give you some of the things from the list.”

“Some?” She pointed out.

“Yes, my apologies, I still haven’t found a piece of heart and a lost mind.” He said.

She took the saddle bag and laid out what items he brought, “These are clever.” She says smiling, “I’m impressed.”

“Thank you miss.” He said returning the smile.

She crossed her arms, “You know Victor, I’m feeling generous. So I’m willing to help with those last two items.”

“Really?” He said surprised.

She nodded, “Your own head will do for the lost mind. I mean that as a compliment by the way.”

He laughed, “Funny I didn’t think it would count.”

She smiled, then wet her fingers and extinguished the flame before moving over towards him. He took a step back, “What are you doing?”

She came up inches to him, “Retrieving the last item on the list.” She held up her hand between them, revealing a red dust which she blew in his face.

He flinched, coughing as it entered his system. “The hell is that bloody stuff?” He said doubling over.

Soon he couldn’t think beyond a wave of emotions. Every doubt or bit of sadness, even love, was suddenly amplified. He felt caught in a swirl of it all, so much that he nearly forgot where he was. Until he felt the mistress touch either side of his face.

“Breath Victor. Look at me.” She said in a sing song tone.

He rubbed his eyes, realizing he was crying, “What... did you do?”

She walked away with a vile which she used to collect some tears, “I collected the last item, I piece of the heart. You’re welcome.” She said placing it beside the other items.

He coughed once more and stood up, “Thanks... I think.”

“It’ll wear off shortly.” She said plainly.

He walked over to the table, “So, what now?”

“Now we fulfill your wish.” She turned to him, “For your family to be wealthy throughout all generations to come, yes?”

He nodded without hesitation.

She smiled, “Good!”

She sat him down at the table and began to get to work. She used the wood as kindling for a fire beneath a small cauldron. She placed the tears and sap in first, stirring thoroughly. And finally the lily, crushing it in her hands and letting it fall into the mixture. As it cooked she fingered through some labeled bottles on a shelf, until finding the one she was looking for and poured in a drop or two. A puff of green smoke billowed out once she did, and she extinguished the fire beneath.

“Alright, just one thing left.” She said.

“And that would be?” Victor asked.

The Mistress dipped her fingers into the mixture, and flicked it onto the candle, causing it to reignite with a green flame. Victor stared in awe a moment before looking back at her. She beckoned him to stand beside her, and he did. She dipped her hands into the pot, the liquid seeming to coat her skin like a glove, and travel down her arms like veins. She pushed some of the liquid onto her lips as if it were lipgloss. It all changed the room’s lighting into a bright and brilliant green as she smiled.

Victor couldn’t seem to speak, just stare in awe. She held his hands, the liquid seeming to move into him ever so slightly as she moved closer.

“Wait.” He said flinching away.

She moved back a bit, “What’s wrong?”

“Are you ok with this?” He asked.

She seemed confused, “I have to kiss you for this to work Victor.”

“Yeah but are you ok with it?” He asked again.

She sighed, “You’re ruining it Victor. I’m ok with it. Just let me grant your desires.” She said moving in again.

This time he didn’t stop her. He felt her lips press against his softly. Feeling like fire yet cold as ice. As she held him in the kiss, the potion crept from her body onto his, seeping into his arms and body. From her lips to his like a deadly poison. Into his mind and heart.

Once it was done she backed away, as if it were nothing.

“There.” She said as the light returned to a dim orange glow, “Your wish is granted.”

He rubbed his head, then looked at his hands a moment, noticing that he could see his bones through his skin for but a brief moment, then he was back to normal.

He turned to her, “So my family is wealthy now?”

“Yes.” She said starting to clean up.

“And future generations too?” He asked.

“Them too.” She said blowing out the candle.

He smiled, then bowed, “Thank you so much Mistress Fortune. I am forever grateful.”

#ok small note part two is now broken into two parts cause tumblr is a dick #my writings #victor #forgnox #writer speaks #I KNOW THIS IS LATE AND UNORGANIZED IM SORRY

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