Doctor Who - fic - Children of Time, PG
Title - Children of Time
Author - laurab1
Characters - Doctor, Donna, Martha, Jack, Rose, Sarah Jane, Gwen, Ianto, Mickey, Jackie
Rating - PG, mainly gen, canon attractions/friendships
Length - 1089 words
Spoilers - DW 4.12 The Stolen Earth and speculation for 4.13 Journey's End
Summary - everyone went to work, doing what they'd been taught
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Children of Time
By Laura
When he’d finished glowing, despite what Jack and Rose had said about regeneration, he looked the same; still an alien streak of nothing, still far too skinny.
“Hello,” the Doctor said. And promptly passed out.
Jack eased Donna and Rose out of his arms, and let them go and fuss over the Doctor. “I need to make a call,” he said, pulling a phone out of his coat pocket, and flipping it open. “Martha Jones?” Donna heard him say. “TARDIS, right now, please. Man down.”
Martha shimmered into sight as soon as Jack had hung up.
“Don’t ever do that to me again!” Jack exclaimed, throwing his arms around the young woman. “Haven’t known you anywhere near long enough, yet, Martha Jones,” he continued, in a whisper, and kissed the top of her head. “And you still haven’t let me --"
“That’d be because I’ve got Tom, and you’ve got Ianto, Captain,” Martha replied, cutting him off. She said more, but it was silent; only Martha and Jack knew what she was saying. Donna watched her untangle herself from Jack’s embrace. “Where are Gwen and Ianto, anyway?” she asked.
“Still at the Hub. Why?”
“Jack, the Daleks were certainly headed for you, after they got Harriet,” Martha said, gravely.
“Hell!” Jack yelled. “They must have already picked up the signal, but didn’t tell me. God, are they still alive?”
“Of course they are, Jack. Go back, and get them,” Martha replied, in a voice that suggested she was speaking to a child. Donna watched her take the stethoscope from the console. “We’ll look after him.”
“Ma’am. Ladies.” Jack picked up his big gun, saluted them, and disappeared.
“Right, then, Mr Smith,” Martha said, joining Donna and Rose, attaching the stethoscope to her ears, “what have you managed to do to yourself, this time?”
Donna looked at Rose, and saw her gather herself together. “Got shot by a Dalek ray,” Rose said, finally speaking, for the first time in about ten minutes. “He shoulda… changed. Didn’t happen like this, last time.”
“What did happen, then?” Donna asked Rose. The blonde woman told her about the Games Station, and its aftermath, as Martha examined the Doctor.
“Hearts still beating, for now,” she soon announced, unplugging the stethoscope, and slinging it around her neck. “Rose Tyler?” Martha eventually asked.
“Yeah, that’s me,” Rose replied, rather coldly.
“Stop being jealous, you two,” Donna said, before the catfight started. “Martha, do we need to get him to the medical bay, right now?”
“We can wait until the boys and Gwen arrive, Donna.”
“Tea, then?”
“Brilliant idea.”
***
Gwen and Ianto were so focussed on trying to take out the Dalek that they didn’t see Jack shimmer back into sight, behind the alien. They did see him blast the hell out of it, though.
“Why couldn’t you’ve left that here, Jack Harkness?” Gwen asked, as she lowered her machine gun.
“Why couldn’t you’ve told me you needed it?” Jack countered, walking past the metal casing, with its top blown off.
“You were rather pre-occupied at the time,” Ianto said. “Queen and country, and all that, too.”
“Yeah. Thank you for not dying on me,” Jack replied, pulling them into a brief, but close hug. He kissed their foreheads again, before gently pushing them away. “C’mon, then. Whole load of planets to save. Grab your coats, let’s go.”
“What about the guns?” Gwen asked, taking her leather jacket from the back of her chair, and shrugging into it. Ianto did the same with his suit jacket.
“Leave ‘em,” Jack said, setting his wrist band. “Hands on top of mine, and hold tight.”
“Where're we going?” Gwen and Ianto asked, at the same time.
“The TARDIS.” Jack trapped their hands between his, and pressed something. For a good few minutes, Gwen knew nothing more.
***
“Bloody Hell, that hurts,” Martha heard Gwen say, as she, Ianto and Jack re-appeared.
“Hurts even more when the Vortex Manipulator’s just been soniced, Gwen,” she replied. “Here, a cup of tea will stop your head throbbing.” She handed mugs to the three of them.
“Thank you, Martha,” Gwen said, sipping the tea. “Oh! Are you alright?”
She took a deep breath, before saying, “I’ve seen it as bad as this, Gwen. I’m alive. That’s more than enough, for now.” Martha turned her attention back to the Doctor. “Jack, Ianto, can you get the Doctor to the medical bay for me, please?”
“Sure, Martha,” Jack said.
***
With the Doctor being watched over by Martha and Gwen, Jack and Ianto went back to the console room. It was only then that it registered with Jack that he hadn’t properly spoken to Rose, yet.
“Jack,” she addressed him. “Is he OK?”
“He’s as OK as he can be, right now, sweetheart. Are you OK?”
“A hug’d be nice, Captain,” Rose said.
“I think I can do that. C’mere.” He held his arms out to her. They embraced each other, and Jack kissed the top of her head. Maybe the proper talk could wait.
“I missed you, Jack Harkness,” she said, smiling up at him.
“I missed you, Rose Tyler. Ready to save the world, yet again?” he asked.
“Yeah. Started without him before, can do it again.”
“C’mon, then. Guess I’m flying her, though,” he said, trying to bait everyone.
“I’m not the kid I was, Jack,” Rose said.
“Oi, Captain!” Donna yelled.
“Yes, Miss Noble?” Jack asked, politely.
“I can fly the TARDIS as well,” she stated.
“It doesn’t look terribly complicated, Jack,” Ianto added, regarding the console.
“It’s not,” Martha agreed, as she and Gwen returned. “TARDIS is looking after him, Jack."
Thanks, beautiful, Jack told the ship. “OK, I guess I’m not flying her on my own, then. Full crew. Next stop, the Crucible.”
***
Elsewhere in London, Sarah Jane watched the Daleks threatening to exterminate her be blown up. By Mickey Smith, and a woman who she assumed was Rose Tyler’s mother. She didn’t really care that they seemed to have appeared out of thin air. This was one time when Sarah Jane was grateful for the guns.
“Sarah Jane Smith,” Mickey said, as they arrived at her car.
“Mickey Smith. Not the tin dog,” she told him, opening the door.
“Not been the tin dog for years,” he said, half smiling.
“Good for you. Credit to your surname." She guessed, for the rest, asking, "Ready to help save the Earth, and all those other planets?”
“You bet.”
***
And so, the Children of Time went to work, doing what they’d been taught.
-beginning-
crosspost:
dwfiction
new_who
galactic_conman
lifeonmartha
torchwood_fic
marriedonmars
Author - laurab1
Characters - Doctor, Donna, Martha, Jack, Rose, Sarah Jane, Gwen, Ianto, Mickey, Jackie
Rating - PG, mainly gen, canon attractions/friendships
Length - 1089 words
Spoilers - DW 4.12 The Stolen Earth and speculation for 4.13 Journey's End
Summary - everyone went to work, doing what they'd been taught
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Children of Time
By Laura
When he’d finished glowing, despite what Jack and Rose had said about regeneration, he looked the same; still an alien streak of nothing, still far too skinny.
“Hello,” the Doctor said. And promptly passed out.
Jack eased Donna and Rose out of his arms, and let them go and fuss over the Doctor. “I need to make a call,” he said, pulling a phone out of his coat pocket, and flipping it open. “Martha Jones?” Donna heard him say. “TARDIS, right now, please. Man down.”
Martha shimmered into sight as soon as Jack had hung up.
“Don’t ever do that to me again!” Jack exclaimed, throwing his arms around the young woman. “Haven’t known you anywhere near long enough, yet, Martha Jones,” he continued, in a whisper, and kissed the top of her head. “And you still haven’t let me --"
“That’d be because I’ve got Tom, and you’ve got Ianto, Captain,” Martha replied, cutting him off. She said more, but it was silent; only Martha and Jack knew what she was saying. Donna watched her untangle herself from Jack’s embrace. “Where are Gwen and Ianto, anyway?” she asked.
“Still at the Hub. Why?”
“Jack, the Daleks were certainly headed for you, after they got Harriet,” Martha said, gravely.
“Hell!” Jack yelled. “They must have already picked up the signal, but didn’t tell me. God, are they still alive?”
“Of course they are, Jack. Go back, and get them,” Martha replied, in a voice that suggested she was speaking to a child. Donna watched her take the stethoscope from the console. “We’ll look after him.”
“Ma’am. Ladies.” Jack picked up his big gun, saluted them, and disappeared.
“Right, then, Mr Smith,” Martha said, joining Donna and Rose, attaching the stethoscope to her ears, “what have you managed to do to yourself, this time?”
Donna looked at Rose, and saw her gather herself together. “Got shot by a Dalek ray,” Rose said, finally speaking, for the first time in about ten minutes. “He shoulda… changed. Didn’t happen like this, last time.”
“What did happen, then?” Donna asked Rose. The blonde woman told her about the Games Station, and its aftermath, as Martha examined the Doctor.
“Hearts still beating, for now,” she soon announced, unplugging the stethoscope, and slinging it around her neck. “Rose Tyler?” Martha eventually asked.
“Yeah, that’s me,” Rose replied, rather coldly.
“Stop being jealous, you two,” Donna said, before the catfight started. “Martha, do we need to get him to the medical bay, right now?”
“We can wait until the boys and Gwen arrive, Donna.”
“Tea, then?”
“Brilliant idea.”
***
Gwen and Ianto were so focussed on trying to take out the Dalek that they didn’t see Jack shimmer back into sight, behind the alien. They did see him blast the hell out of it, though.
“Why couldn’t you’ve left that here, Jack Harkness?” Gwen asked, as she lowered her machine gun.
“Why couldn’t you’ve told me you needed it?” Jack countered, walking past the metal casing, with its top blown off.
“You were rather pre-occupied at the time,” Ianto said. “Queen and country, and all that, too.”
“Yeah. Thank you for not dying on me,” Jack replied, pulling them into a brief, but close hug. He kissed their foreheads again, before gently pushing them away. “C’mon, then. Whole load of planets to save. Grab your coats, let’s go.”
“What about the guns?” Gwen asked, taking her leather jacket from the back of her chair, and shrugging into it. Ianto did the same with his suit jacket.
“Leave ‘em,” Jack said, setting his wrist band. “Hands on top of mine, and hold tight.”
“Where're we going?” Gwen and Ianto asked, at the same time.
“The TARDIS.” Jack trapped their hands between his, and pressed something. For a good few minutes, Gwen knew nothing more.
***
“Bloody Hell, that hurts,” Martha heard Gwen say, as she, Ianto and Jack re-appeared.
“Hurts even more when the Vortex Manipulator’s just been soniced, Gwen,” she replied. “Here, a cup of tea will stop your head throbbing.” She handed mugs to the three of them.
“Thank you, Martha,” Gwen said, sipping the tea. “Oh! Are you alright?”
She took a deep breath, before saying, “I’ve seen it as bad as this, Gwen. I’m alive. That’s more than enough, for now.” Martha turned her attention back to the Doctor. “Jack, Ianto, can you get the Doctor to the medical bay for me, please?”
“Sure, Martha,” Jack said.
***
With the Doctor being watched over by Martha and Gwen, Jack and Ianto went back to the console room. It was only then that it registered with Jack that he hadn’t properly spoken to Rose, yet.
“Jack,” she addressed him. “Is he OK?”
“He’s as OK as he can be, right now, sweetheart. Are you OK?”
“A hug’d be nice, Captain,” Rose said.
“I think I can do that. C’mere.” He held his arms out to her. They embraced each other, and Jack kissed the top of her head. Maybe the proper talk could wait.
“I missed you, Jack Harkness,” she said, smiling up at him.
“I missed you, Rose Tyler. Ready to save the world, yet again?” he asked.
“Yeah. Started without him before, can do it again.”
“C’mon, then. Guess I’m flying her, though,” he said, trying to bait everyone.
“I’m not the kid I was, Jack,” Rose said.
“Oi, Captain!” Donna yelled.
“Yes, Miss Noble?” Jack asked, politely.
“I can fly the TARDIS as well,” she stated.
“It doesn’t look terribly complicated, Jack,” Ianto added, regarding the console.
“It’s not,” Martha agreed, as she and Gwen returned. “TARDIS is looking after him, Jack."
Thanks, beautiful, Jack told the ship. “OK, I guess I’m not flying her on my own, then. Full crew. Next stop, the Crucible.”
***
Elsewhere in London, Sarah Jane watched the Daleks threatening to exterminate her be blown up. By Mickey Smith, and a woman who she assumed was Rose Tyler’s mother. She didn’t really care that they seemed to have appeared out of thin air. This was one time when Sarah Jane was grateful for the guns.
“Sarah Jane Smith,” Mickey said, as they arrived at her car.
“Mickey Smith. Not the tin dog,” she told him, opening the door.
“Not been the tin dog for years,” he said, half smiling.
“Good for you. Credit to your surname." She guessed, for the rest, asking, "Ready to help save the Earth, and all those other planets?”
“You bet.”
***
And so, the Children of Time went to work, doing what they’d been taught.
-beginning-
crosspost:
dwfiction
new_who
galactic_conman
lifeonmartha
torchwood_fic
marriedonmars