Fragments of a Shattered Life 1
Title: Fragments of a Shattered Life
Part: 1/28-ish
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Explicit violence, non-con
Genre: Angst
Characters: Jack Harkness, Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones, Rose Tyler
Summary: The Doctor and Rose run into Jack after POTW but all is not as it seems. Note that this is a very dark fic.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: This is my first ever fanfic in any fandom. I tried to write a Blake's 7 story back in 1989 but failed miserably. I think my writing skills have improved in the last 20 years (or at least I hope they have) so I have tried again. This is an AU set after Parting of the Ways; about 10 months after in the Doctor and Rose's timeline. Don't be misled by the first couple of chapters, this is a dark fic.
Chapter 1: A Familiar Face
“So what's so great about this planet then?” asked Rose.
The Doctor danced around the console pulling levers and twisting knobs. “Nirvana? It's the perfect planet to relax. A pleasure planet with shopping, pampering, loads of culture, did I say shopping, and best of all centuries with no wars, terrorists or civil unrest.”
The Doctor and Rose had had weeks of disastrous visits to supposedly peaceful planets which had invariably led to running for their lives and narrow escapes from death. They needed a break and the Doctor had searched carefully for the perfect planet and time with no risk to life or limb.
As a special treat, the Doctor booked them into the best hotel in Sundora City, a stunning construction of glass and sweeping spires. The hotel suite was as big as Rose's mum's flat on the Powell estate and had a jacuzzi which could fit at least six people. Of course Rose was in it alone, having failed to entice the doctor in with her. She leaned back with a glass of the best Nirvanan champagne in hand watching the flat screen TV built into the wall.
The programme was a music compilation which Rose liked because it was reminiscent of Earth 20th century music, even though they were currently 5000 light years from Earth and in the year 200,205.
Sinking beneath the water she massaged her scalp then emerged ready to use the hotel supplied luxury shampoo. As she came up, she caught sight of the singer currently on screen. His voice sounded familiar but she was thrown for a moment by his appearance: waist length dark hair and a fantastically toned physique which the music video was showing to great effect. As Rose dragged her gaze from the man's body to his face, she leapt out of the jacuzzi in shock running into the suite's lounge screaming for the Doctor.
The Doctor ran into the lounge with alarm, to find a naked Rose dripping on the carpet in a state of shock. Expecting some sign of danger, he looked around frantically. “What? What?”
“Doctor, it's Jack!” exclaimed Rose.
The Doctor looked around again, “What do you mean, where?”
Pointing back into the bathroom, Rose explained. “On the TV. He's here on this planet singing in a music video.” Realising how unlikely that sounded, she began to rationalise. “But he can't be, we left him in 200,100 that's over 100 years ago and you said he was rebuilding the Earth.” She looked down sadly. “I always thought you just didn't want to tell me that he was dead.”
The Doctor squirmed inwardly, desperately wanting to avoid that conversation. He handed Rose a towel. “Are you sure he was in that video?” he asked. “It could just be someone who looked similar.”
“It was him!” cried Rose. “I even recognised his voice. Can we run this TV back, you know like sky plus back home. Then you can see it yourself.”
Minutes later, they sat together on the edge of the jacuzzi watching the video. It was definitely Jack. As they got to the part that Rose hadn't seen before, the video got more and more raunchy, ending up with a practically naked Jack being ravished by several nubile young girls, boys and (presumably) very attractive aliens, though Rose couldn't tell about that. “My god,” breathed Rose, “that's practically pornographic.” At the end of the video, a voice over came on saying, “Don't miss out, call 873 164.”
“Call it,” cried Rose. “We need to find him.”
The Doctor was more circumspect. “That's Jack, alright,” he said wryly, “but just calm down for a minute, Rose. We have to consider all the possibilities. Could this be Jack before we met him.”
The Doctor really, really, hoped that was the case. “He could be pretending to be a pop star and selling tickets to a fake concert planning on running off with the money. We know he used to be a conman.”
Rose was not convinced. “But apart from the long hair, he looks just like our Jack.”
“It might not be from very long before we met him,” argued the Doctor.
Reluctantly conceding the point, she said “I guess so, and anyway how could he have got here and in this time if it is our Jack.”
“Oh, that would be no problem,” answered the Doctor, “if it is our Jack, he must have used his vortex manipulator.”
Suddenly encouraged again, Rose swung into action, marching to the wardrobe to find her clothes. “We have to go see him! Call that number and arrange it.”
The Doctor stopped her. “We can't do that. If it's Jack before we met him, we'd cause a paradox. He had never seen us before that night in 1941.”
Rose had a sudden flash of inspiration. “You could go! He wouldn't recognise you since you regenerated so you could talk to him and find out if he's our Jack or not.”
Chapter 2 here: ohinyan.livejournal.com/1260.html
A/N 2: I apologise to those coming from Teaspoon for having this story in two parts on there. I ran into problems uploading chapter 10 there which resulted in my losing access to my ohinyan account. I have tried for over a month to get this sorted but I haven't managed to get any response from the mods. I finally decided to start a new account on Teaspoon (ohinyan2) and continue with Fragments on there, missing out chapter 10 as it caused all the problems. Chapter 10 is here on my livejournal site.
Part: 1/28-ish
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Explicit violence, non-con
Genre: Angst
Characters: Jack Harkness, Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones, Rose Tyler
Summary: The Doctor and Rose run into Jack after POTW but all is not as it seems. Note that this is a very dark fic.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: This is my first ever fanfic in any fandom. I tried to write a Blake's 7 story back in 1989 but failed miserably. I think my writing skills have improved in the last 20 years (or at least I hope they have) so I have tried again. This is an AU set after Parting of the Ways; about 10 months after in the Doctor and Rose's timeline. Don't be misled by the first couple of chapters, this is a dark fic.
Chapter 1: A Familiar Face
“So what's so great about this planet then?” asked Rose.
The Doctor danced around the console pulling levers and twisting knobs. “Nirvana? It's the perfect planet to relax. A pleasure planet with shopping, pampering, loads of culture, did I say shopping, and best of all centuries with no wars, terrorists or civil unrest.”
The Doctor and Rose had had weeks of disastrous visits to supposedly peaceful planets which had invariably led to running for their lives and narrow escapes from death. They needed a break and the Doctor had searched carefully for the perfect planet and time with no risk to life or limb.
As a special treat, the Doctor booked them into the best hotel in Sundora City, a stunning construction of glass and sweeping spires. The hotel suite was as big as Rose's mum's flat on the Powell estate and had a jacuzzi which could fit at least six people. Of course Rose was in it alone, having failed to entice the doctor in with her. She leaned back with a glass of the best Nirvanan champagne in hand watching the flat screen TV built into the wall.
The programme was a music compilation which Rose liked because it was reminiscent of Earth 20th century music, even though they were currently 5000 light years from Earth and in the year 200,205.
Sinking beneath the water she massaged her scalp then emerged ready to use the hotel supplied luxury shampoo. As she came up, she caught sight of the singer currently on screen. His voice sounded familiar but she was thrown for a moment by his appearance: waist length dark hair and a fantastically toned physique which the music video was showing to great effect. As Rose dragged her gaze from the man's body to his face, she leapt out of the jacuzzi in shock running into the suite's lounge screaming for the Doctor.
The Doctor ran into the lounge with alarm, to find a naked Rose dripping on the carpet in a state of shock. Expecting some sign of danger, he looked around frantically. “What? What?”
“Doctor, it's Jack!” exclaimed Rose.
The Doctor looked around again, “What do you mean, where?”
Pointing back into the bathroom, Rose explained. “On the TV. He's here on this planet singing in a music video.” Realising how unlikely that sounded, she began to rationalise. “But he can't be, we left him in 200,100 that's over 100 years ago and you said he was rebuilding the Earth.” She looked down sadly. “I always thought you just didn't want to tell me that he was dead.”
The Doctor squirmed inwardly, desperately wanting to avoid that conversation. He handed Rose a towel. “Are you sure he was in that video?” he asked. “It could just be someone who looked similar.”
“It was him!” cried Rose. “I even recognised his voice. Can we run this TV back, you know like sky plus back home. Then you can see it yourself.”
Minutes later, they sat together on the edge of the jacuzzi watching the video. It was definitely Jack. As they got to the part that Rose hadn't seen before, the video got more and more raunchy, ending up with a practically naked Jack being ravished by several nubile young girls, boys and (presumably) very attractive aliens, though Rose couldn't tell about that. “My god,” breathed Rose, “that's practically pornographic.” At the end of the video, a voice over came on saying, “Don't miss out, call 873 164.”
“Call it,” cried Rose. “We need to find him.”
The Doctor was more circumspect. “That's Jack, alright,” he said wryly, “but just calm down for a minute, Rose. We have to consider all the possibilities. Could this be Jack before we met him.”
The Doctor really, really, hoped that was the case. “He could be pretending to be a pop star and selling tickets to a fake concert planning on running off with the money. We know he used to be a conman.”
Rose was not convinced. “But apart from the long hair, he looks just like our Jack.”
“It might not be from very long before we met him,” argued the Doctor.
Reluctantly conceding the point, she said “I guess so, and anyway how could he have got here and in this time if it is our Jack.”
“Oh, that would be no problem,” answered the Doctor, “if it is our Jack, he must have used his vortex manipulator.”
Suddenly encouraged again, Rose swung into action, marching to the wardrobe to find her clothes. “We have to go see him! Call that number and arrange it.”
The Doctor stopped her. “We can't do that. If it's Jack before we met him, we'd cause a paradox. He had never seen us before that night in 1941.”
Rose had a sudden flash of inspiration. “You could go! He wouldn't recognise you since you regenerated so you could talk to him and find out if he's our Jack or not.”
Chapter 2 here: ohinyan.livejournal.com/1260.html
A/N 2: I apologise to those coming from Teaspoon for having this story in two parts on there. I ran into problems uploading chapter 10 there which resulted in my losing access to my ohinyan account. I have tried for over a month to get this sorted but I haven't managed to get any response from the mods. I finally decided to start a new account on Teaspoon (ohinyan2) and continue with Fragments on there, missing out chapter 10 as it caused all the problems. Chapter 10 is here on my livejournal site.