Fic: A Tale of Two Tylers (2/6)
Chapter Two: Things Get Odder
Jaye Tyler stared at Rose Tyler and the Doctor, both leaning against her kitchen sink. She might have had some weird people in her trailer before, but these clearly topped the list.
And she wasn’t even counting the fact that they were British.
“Alien possession,” she said doubtfully. “You think I’m possessed by an alien? Really?”
The pair nodded, waiting cautiously for her response.
“I knew it! Well, it was either that or the devil, and I was really hoping it wasn’t the devil. Wait, the devil isn’t an alien, is he? Oh God, I’m possessed by the alien devil!”
“Oh no…the devil isn’t on this planet.”
Jaye breathed a sigh of relief.
“Well, not physically...”
“You’re not possessed by the devil, Jaye.”
“Whatever it is, do you think you can kill it?”
The Doctor nearly growled at her. “No! We can get it out of you, but there will be no killing!”
He seemed oblivious to the silence in the room, adding belatedly, “unless it’s evil.”
“Oh, it’s evil all right. It keeps telling me to do things, but they’re hard to understand, and I think it’s working up to something big.”
“Something big?”
“Yeah…It told me to talk to you.”
The Doctor’s eyes snapped to Jaye’s. “It told you about us? Before we came? That’s premonition. Or it’s been spying on us.”
“Well, it’s been telling me to talk for a day and a half now.” She pointed accusingly. “The frog said it.”
The Doctor bounced over to her dresses and picked up the figurine. He pulled something metal out of his pocket and waved it around. The blue light and whirring noise it seemed distinctly extraterrestrial.
“It’s a perfectly normal statue,” the Doctor wondered. “No residual energy. Which means,” he said, turning to Jaye, “the problem lies with you.”
“Doctor?” Rose cautioned.
“Right, right, not problem. Condition! No…”
“So what do you do to make me normal again? Because, just so you know, exorcism doesn’t work.”
“Ah, no, it’s nothing too complex. I’ll just go into your mind to see what species of alien is influencing your thoughts, we’ll find some simple process to get it out, and we’ll be on our way. Easy as cake; nothing can possibly go wrong!”
Jaye just stared at the Doctor. “You want to go into my mind?”
* * *
Sharon Tyler was nearing the end of a very long day. There was an event in the building next to her firm, so naturally every idiot with a car had parked illegally in the firm’s parking lot. Sharon was forced to park around the corner, had arrived late to the office, and her day had just gone downhill from there. Miles of paperwork and another passive-aggressive phone call from Beth (they were on the outs again) had left her entirely frazzled and very pissed off with the world. Mostly she wanted to be asleep in bed, but clearly this wasn’t an option.
“Aaron?” she shouted into her cell phone. “You owe big on that traffic ticket, what were you thinking skipping town? Where are you-are you in Canada? I’d expect this behavior from Jaye, but what is your problem? And-”
The message machine beep cut her off, and the only shard of sanity left kept her from smashing her phone into a wall.
Of course, what happened next made the phone shatter into a thousand pieces, but at least it wasn’t intended.
There was a humming sound, and then, straight out of the Star Trek reruns she used to watch when she was eight and home with the flu, a man materialized in her office.
Sharon, who had just begun self-defense classes at the Y, reacted on instinct and threw her phone at the intruder. It missed by a few feet and crashed through the window, falling to the ground with a fatal crash. All of this went on unnoticed by the man as he rearranged his clothes twice, fixed his hair once, and finally turned to face her.
“Alien technology,” he declared. “Great for teleportation, bad for hairdos.” He offered his hand to Sharon with a dazzling smile. “Captain Jack Harkness. Torchwood. And you are?”
Sharon stared at the hand, then at the man, then back at his hand.
Jack realized she was going to need a minute. “You don’t have a mirror, do you?”
Sharon fumbled through her purse for a small silver compact and handed it to the man. He checked his hair, and, finding it to his satisfaction, handed it back to her.
“So…hi,” he said in a tone Sharon instantly recognized.
“I’m not interested.” She didn’t know how “Captain” Harkness got in here, but she knew shameless flirting when she saw it.
Harkness looked concerned. “Is everything okay? How are you feeling?”
Sharon sputtered. This was so typical. This was why she didn’t like men. “Fine! I’m feeling fine! A girl doesn’t have to have a fever not to like you!”
“Of course,” Harkness agreed. “It’s just that, well, she usually does. Anyway, much as I like executive types (and I do), you’re not really why I’m here.”
“Oh?” she muttered sarcastically.
“I was wondering if you’ve heard of a man called ‘The Doctor’?”
Chapter Three
A/N 2: I'm not sure where I first read that feedback =cookies, but I'm inclined to agree. Only it takes half the effort and tastes twice as good!
Jaye Tyler stared at Rose Tyler and the Doctor, both leaning against her kitchen sink. She might have had some weird people in her trailer before, but these clearly topped the list.
And she wasn’t even counting the fact that they were British.
“Alien possession,” she said doubtfully. “You think I’m possessed by an alien? Really?”
The pair nodded, waiting cautiously for her response.
“I knew it! Well, it was either that or the devil, and I was really hoping it wasn’t the devil. Wait, the devil isn’t an alien, is he? Oh God, I’m possessed by the alien devil!”
“Oh no…the devil isn’t on this planet.”
Jaye breathed a sigh of relief.
“Well, not physically...”
“You’re not possessed by the devil, Jaye.”
“Whatever it is, do you think you can kill it?”
The Doctor nearly growled at her. “No! We can get it out of you, but there will be no killing!”
He seemed oblivious to the silence in the room, adding belatedly, “unless it’s evil.”
“Oh, it’s evil all right. It keeps telling me to do things, but they’re hard to understand, and I think it’s working up to something big.”
“Something big?”
“Yeah…It told me to talk to you.”
The Doctor’s eyes snapped to Jaye’s. “It told you about us? Before we came? That’s premonition. Or it’s been spying on us.”
“Well, it’s been telling me to talk for a day and a half now.” She pointed accusingly. “The frog said it.”
The Doctor bounced over to her dresses and picked up the figurine. He pulled something metal out of his pocket and waved it around. The blue light and whirring noise it seemed distinctly extraterrestrial.
“It’s a perfectly normal statue,” the Doctor wondered. “No residual energy. Which means,” he said, turning to Jaye, “the problem lies with you.”
“Doctor?” Rose cautioned.
“Right, right, not problem. Condition! No…”
“So what do you do to make me normal again? Because, just so you know, exorcism doesn’t work.”
“Ah, no, it’s nothing too complex. I’ll just go into your mind to see what species of alien is influencing your thoughts, we’ll find some simple process to get it out, and we’ll be on our way. Easy as cake; nothing can possibly go wrong!”
Jaye just stared at the Doctor. “You want to go into my mind?”
* * *
Sharon Tyler was nearing the end of a very long day. There was an event in the building next to her firm, so naturally every idiot with a car had parked illegally in the firm’s parking lot. Sharon was forced to park around the corner, had arrived late to the office, and her day had just gone downhill from there. Miles of paperwork and another passive-aggressive phone call from Beth (they were on the outs again) had left her entirely frazzled and very pissed off with the world. Mostly she wanted to be asleep in bed, but clearly this wasn’t an option.
“Aaron?” she shouted into her cell phone. “You owe big on that traffic ticket, what were you thinking skipping town? Where are you-are you in Canada? I’d expect this behavior from Jaye, but what is your problem? And-”
The message machine beep cut her off, and the only shard of sanity left kept her from smashing her phone into a wall.
Of course, what happened next made the phone shatter into a thousand pieces, but at least it wasn’t intended.
There was a humming sound, and then, straight out of the Star Trek reruns she used to watch when she was eight and home with the flu, a man materialized in her office.
Sharon, who had just begun self-defense classes at the Y, reacted on instinct and threw her phone at the intruder. It missed by a few feet and crashed through the window, falling to the ground with a fatal crash. All of this went on unnoticed by the man as he rearranged his clothes twice, fixed his hair once, and finally turned to face her.
“Alien technology,” he declared. “Great for teleportation, bad for hairdos.” He offered his hand to Sharon with a dazzling smile. “Captain Jack Harkness. Torchwood. And you are?”
Sharon stared at the hand, then at the man, then back at his hand.
Jack realized she was going to need a minute. “You don’t have a mirror, do you?”
Sharon fumbled through her purse for a small silver compact and handed it to the man. He checked his hair, and, finding it to his satisfaction, handed it back to her.
“So…hi,” he said in a tone Sharon instantly recognized.
“I’m not interested.” She didn’t know how “Captain” Harkness got in here, but she knew shameless flirting when she saw it.
Harkness looked concerned. “Is everything okay? How are you feeling?”
Sharon sputtered. This was so typical. This was why she didn’t like men. “Fine! I’m feeling fine! A girl doesn’t have to have a fever not to like you!”
“Of course,” Harkness agreed. “It’s just that, well, she usually does. Anyway, much as I like executive types (and I do), you’re not really why I’m here.”
“Oh?” she muttered sarcastically.
“I was wondering if you’ve heard of a man called ‘The Doctor’?”
Chapter Three
A/N 2: I'm not sure where I first read that feedback =cookies, but I'm inclined to agree. Only it takes half the effort and tastes twice as good!