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butterflySummary: The Doctor takes Martha and Jack for a trip before the final scenes of "Last of the Time Lords".
Pairing: Doctor/Rose; implied Doctor/other.
Rating: PG-13.
Warning: AU after Doctor Who 3x13 - "Last of the Time Lords". Use of a semi-canonical Old Who name.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to Doctor Who and the BBC.Previous parts: One; Two; Three; Four; Five; Six; Seven.
The bright, yellow wash of light was so familiar, but it wasn't Rose standing at the console this time – Martha Jones had reached the heart of the TARDIS and it was speaking to her.
Rose could see the Doctor reaching for Martha, to pull her away, but his hands slid off of her as though she were surrounded in slippery invisible armour. Some kind of force field created by the TARDIS, maybe. Tendrils of light were snaking up from the panel and into Martha's eyes. Watching it from the outside, like this, was actually a bit disturbing – she couldn't even see Martha's eyes at all, they were so filled with that golden light.
Rose moved closer, blinking to clear her eyes. She could see Martha's face, full of ecstatic purpose, her mouth curved up into a knowing smile.
"Oh," Martha said, looking over to meet Rose's gaze. The light had settled a bit and Rose could just barely make out the brown of Martha's irises now. "I can see you in here, from before. There were… so many possibilities and you had plans for… for all of them. Countless strategies, an infinite number of ways... to find him again. You always find him again."
"Martha, you need to let go," the Doctor said, still trying to reach for her. "Please. The power will kill you if you hold onto it for too long. It's killing you now."
Martha nodded, her expression distant. "I can feel it," she agreed, something in her voice echoing. "My body is burning and this world is spinning around us and I can feel the turn of it – the pull of the stars and the moons."
"Let me-"
"This is the answer, Doctor," Martha said, with ringing certainty. "I can… pull away the parts of that other universe that are infesting her and then I can close the gap. It's so clear to me."
Martha's face was beautiful and terrifying. Rose wondered if this was this how she had looked to the Doctor, when she'd returned to him on the Game Station, so full of knowledge and power. If so, she could understand him not wanting to go into detail about it later.
Martha's eyebrows quirked up, as if she could read Rose's mind and was amused, and then she clicked her fingers. An odd quivering feeling briefly overtook Rose's body – pins and needles, like a pinched nerve, but all over and inside her. She dropped to the floor, gasping, feeling a bit like half her ribs had been yanked straight out of her. It took her a few minutes before the buzz in her ears cleared, and she could feel the Doctor's arms around her, helping her to stand. Once she was under her own power, he was gone, and she took another moment just to breathe.
When she looked up again, the Doctor was standing a couple of feet away from Martha, running his hands over empty air. Jack was a step behind him, fascination and worry written in every line of his body.
"Martha, was that everything?" Rose asked. The Doctor turned toward the sound of her voice, one hand still on the barrier. He looked… absolutely wrecked and she felt the sudden, sharp urge to hold on tightly and never let him go. He glanced back at Martha; Rose saw his hand flex uselessly in mid-air. "Can you let go now?"
"Not quite. I've done... almost everything that you'd planned out," Martha said. They were losing her. Rose didn't know how she knew it, but she did. If Martha held onto the power for much longer, she wouldn't be able to release it. It would consume her. "But I can see… so much more. I could do so much more. Doctor, I could bring him back-"
"Don't you dare," the Doctor said. Who was 'him'? Who else had the Doctor lost while she'd been gone? "Martha, don't."
"But you're my friend," Martha said, the glow in her eyes momentarily fading. "I want you to be happy."
"That's what she was doing," Jack said, softly. Rose looked over at him. "She was staring at you two… she must have been fixing that thought in her mind so that it would dominate whatever the Vortex saw."
"That's not the answer, Martha," the Doctor said. "Yes, I miss him. I always will. The universe does not. The dead should stay dead."
Rose saw Jack's whole body flinch at the Doctor's words. She reached out toward him, but he moved away from her, avoiding her touch.
"You don't want me to fix anything else?" Martha asked, sounding hopeful. "I'm good at fixing things. Particularly people."
"You're brilliant," the Doctor said, a note of desperation in his voice. "You've done an amazing job. I'm so impressed, Martha. Now, please, let me take that power out of you."
"No," Martha said.
"Martha?" Rose stepped closer. "I can remember now how wonderful it felt to have time and space running through my head, but we aren't built to keep it there. Not even the Doctor can hold all of that inside his head without burning up."
"No, I will," Martha said – looking into her eyes right now was like how Rose imagined falling into a well would feel like, deep darkness with that ever-shrinking bright sky overhead. "Just… not the Doctor."
"Martha, what are you planning?" the Doctor asked, curiosity temporarily overcoming his fear. Rose felt a quick surge of affection for him.
"Jack – did you really want to live forever?" Martha asked. Jack startled a bit, like a spooked horse.
"I… no," Jack said, his voice disbelieving. Rose swallowed hard, choking back another apology. "I'd resigned myself to it, but I've never wanted it."
"Then come over here," Martha said, tilting her head and smiling more widely. Jack moved to her, walking right over the barrier that was still holding the Doctor back. Martha's hand reached up and cupped Jack's cheek. "Kiss me."
Jack leaned down and Rose blinked, trying to see anything past the light that surrounded the two of them. She moved forward, placing a reassuring hand against the Doctor's back.
The light rose up even more brightly, for a moment, and then it lifted up and started to slowly drift back toward the open panel.
It seemed to take an eternity, but eventually the glow between Martha and Jack faded away and the pair of them slumped to the ground, the console snapping shut. The Doctor relaxed against Rose, and his voice held a tight note of relief. "Martha's fine. Jack is mostly mortal again. The power has gone out of both of them."
"It worked," Rose said, leaning down and brushing Martha's hair out of her face.
"It worked, but they'll be out of it for a while. Jack wasn't quite as efficient as I was with you."
"Then I reckon we should move these two to more comfortable beds," Rose said. The Doctor nodded and then knelt down to scoop Martha up into his arms – it didn't look like it was his first time doing it.
"I'll take Martha to her room and then we'll move Jack together," he said, rising to his feet in one graceful motion. She always forgot how strong he was until he had occasion to show off.
She settled herself next to Jack for the moment, tracing the lines of his face. She'd made him immortal – had it been for this moment, so that Martha could choose him instead of the Doctor? Had Jack's immortality been nothing more than Rose looking at the future, seeing this version of the Doctor, and deciding that she wanted to keep him looking that way?
It was a bit of a lowering thought, that she could have been so shallow. She'd fallen in love with the Doctor when he'd looked the way he had before, but she couldn't deny that she found this version of him to be more attractive. The thick, dark hair that she already knew she loved running her fingers through, the sharp and pointed features of his face and body and the way the suits that he wore accentuated some of his best features… he was, to use Cassandra's word, foxy.
Then she glanced up when he came back in the room and was hit with a rush of desire that had nothing to do with his appearance… oh, he was lovely, truly, but even if he'd changed into an eighty year-old man with a pot-belly and no teeth, she would still have loved him.
"Ready to move Jack?" he asked, that relieved smile still on his face. Rose hopped up and, together, they shifted Jack from the control room and into a bed.
Rose straightened out Jack's legs and… he started to snore. Rose glanced over to meet the Doctor's eyes and they burst into a round of giggles.
"There, you see – sorted. No need for you to go anywhere," the Doctor said, as though he hadn't just been in a state of panic over what Martha had done.
"I think that maybe we should talk," Rose said, taking the Doctor by the hand and leading him back to her room.
"We talk all the time," the Doctor pointed out. Rose gave him a firm look and he settled down next to her on her bed.
"One day, I am going to die," Rose said.
"I'm well aware of that fact." He was speaking down to her hand and not to her face.
"Doctor… you were prepared to let the universe collapse around us rather than let me go. I need to know that, after you lose me, you'll be all right again, someday." Before, she'd been worried because she knew how stubbornly lonely he could be, but now there was so much more at stake than just the Doctor's heart.
"There was a young boy who traveled with me for a time," the Doctor said, which was… odd, but Rose was prepared to go along with it for now. He turned over her hand and lightly stroked along the lines of her palm. "Brilliant child. Loved mathematics and solving problems. He… died while with me."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It was years ago. It hardly signifies."
"It does or you wouldn't have brought it up."
"I suppose that it isn't really a topic for idle conversation," he said. "I loved him. Not in… not like that. But like a talented kid brother that I wanted to show the universe off to, only… it didn't quite work out as I'd planned. Nothing went as I planned, in that particular regeneration."
"How many…" she stopped to clear her throat. "How many times have you been hurt so badly that you changed?"
"Nine – this is my tenth body."
"So, you're the tenth Doctor?"
"Oh, don't start calling me that. It makes me sound like a clone."
Rose couldn't stop herself from giggling, despite the fact that it wasn't terribly funny. And once she started, she couldn't make herself stop. The Doctor put his hands on her shoulders and she could hear his voice saying that everything was going to be all right. It sounded like a lie.
"The whole universe, Doctor," she whispered into his ear. "I don't... you have to promise me that you won't ever make that choice again."
He pulled back so that they could look into each other's eyes – he was smiling, slightly, the corners of his eyes crinkling up the tiniest bit.
"I've decided that what matters most to me is your happiness," he said, tenderly. "Some people would call that romantic."
"Some people – and I want to make it very clear that I'm including you here – some people are complete nutters," Rose said, still feeling the edges of hysteria trying to sneak back up on her. "Now, you tell me what happened while I was gone. Because this isn't just about losing me. You said… you said that there was a year that didn't happen. Tell me about that."
"It doesn't mat-"
"It does. Tell me."
The Doctor reached up and loosened his tie with a jerking motion. He glanced over at her, then at the door, and she wondered if he was thinking of making a run for it.
"You know that I lost my people," the Doctor said. At first, his words came slowly, but they sped up as he continued, as if some part of him were absolutely aching to share this with someone. "Recently, briefly, I found one of them again. The man I found was the person who was the best and worst choice for a fellow survivor."
"I don't understand."
"When I was in school, there was a boy," he said. And that was the connection, then. He'd been thinking about an entirely different boy and wanting to avoid whatever the real problem was. "He was clever and funny. And I loved him. At the time, he was my closest friend."
"You loved him like the boy that died or-"
"I loved him the way you do the one person you feel can truly understand your feelings of… loneliness and alienation. It was partly physical, but primarily philosophical. We would talk for hours about our plans for the future, about how we were going to shake up the pale world of Gallifrey – my home planet – and make it vibrant and real once more. We even travelled together, after we left school," the Doctor said. There was such a painfully deep longing in his voice.
"What happened?"
"I met my wife," he said, each word carefully placed, as though he was afraid it might hurt her. Because apparently him letting on that he'd been a dad once wouldn't be a give-away in the 'wife' area. "Lieroniakiahoutonia had a laugh like silver bells and hair that gleamed like a flood of rubies. I was… charmed by her, for a time."
"She was ginger?" Rose asked, amused, stroking the Doctor's hand lightly. He gave her a gentle, pleased smile.
His wife's name had sounded more like a spill of musical notes than a word. It made Rose wonder, briefly, what his given name had been, but she was so used to calling him the Doctor that she doubted she could adjust even if he told her. Especially if it was as long as the one he'd just said. And he wouldn't call himself the Doctor if he didn't prefer it to his old name.
"She was," he confirmed. "Nakoscheidorinel – my childhood friend – grew quite angry with me when I told him that I was planning on staying on Gallifrey with her instead of continuing to travel with him. He went off on his own and I had myself a small family."
"And were you happy?"
"Oh, yes," he reassured her. "For quite a few years, we were very content. We had three children, all girls. All of them passed the test to qualify for the Academy and Lieronia, in particular, was very pleased about that."
"What went wrong?" Rose asked.
The Doctor pulled in a deep, slow breath before continuing.
"That friend of mine, Koschei, was dragged home by the Council for conduct unbecoming a Time Lord. They were going to strip him of the ability to regenerate. He begged for my help… I couldn't refuse him. Lieronia stood by the majority decision and asked me not to speak for him. It would make us laughingstocks, she said. He deserved his sentence, deserved to be less than he was." The Doctor's mouth twisted – this memory was clearly painful for him, even after all this time. "I went to see Koschei alone, to try to find out why he was behaving this way. He… entered my mind and I saw his madness."
His hand tightened on hers, enough to hurt. She flinched a bit and he immediately loosened his grip, sending her a guilty look.
"I only saw the very edges of it, of course," the Doctor said, more lightly. "If I'd known the full extent of what he carried around inside, I might have behaved differently."
"You defended him."
"I did. She… never forgave me for it. We drifted apart. It took over a century, all told, and after we finally parted ways, it was as if we'd never been married at all. She treated me as a stranger."
"I'm sorry."
"It worked, though," he said, quickly, as if to wave away the melancholy of his earlier words. "I saved Koschei from the judgment of the Time Lords. For a while, it was like we were kids again. And then…"
He fell silent. None of these stories of his appeared to have happy endings.
"What, Doctor?"
"He pushed just a little too hard and I did what I always do – I ran," he said. "I ran all the way back to Gallifrey and I found someone there. Someone who needed me very much."
"Who was that?"
"Leirasusanitoudoria, my youngest daughter's firstborn," he said. The smile that appeared on his face at the thought of her was small, but seemed so spontaneous and true. "She was seven, just about to turn eight, and that meant that she would soon go through the test of the Time Lords. The same test that, I now believe, drove Koschei insane. I didn't know that back then but, still, I felt in my bones that I didn't want her to go through that ordeal. So, I suppose that she was the first young girl I stole away. The first in a long and glorious line." His voice turned bitter and low, but his thumb stroked along the curve of Rose's hand gently. "I… liberated my TARDIS from where it had been waiting to die and we started planet-hopping. They could have followed us if they'd really wanted to, I always knew that, but they never did try. They called me an exile and a criminal, but they didn't chase me."
"You asked her," Rose said. The Doctor looked at her, startled. "You said that you stole her away, but you asked her what she wanted, didn't you?"
"How did- yes. I asked her what she wanted to do, who she wanted to be. She wanted to see the stars and… it's hard to describe how relationships worked for us, but she understood that I was her grandfather in a very deep, very intuitive way, despite the fact that we'd never met before that conversation."
"Because of the telepathy?"
"In part, yes. It's… more complicated than that," he said. "With her, there was a shared kinship, one that touched more deeply than I'd felt with her mother or my other two daughters. She was in love with the universe in a way similar to how I was… similar to how you feel, I expect."
"Oh, now don't you dare compare me to your granddaughter," Rose said, laughing. "That's… that's not the best way to flirt with a human woman, Doctor."
"Fair point," he said. "We had… many adventures together and then we went to this tiny, insignificant little planet that she fell in love with. She wanted to stay there, go to one of their primitive schools, live like one of them."
"I'm going to guess that this was Earth," she said.
"Earth in the 1960's," he said. "She loved your world. She felt at home there, in a way that she never felt on Gallifrey or any of the other planets we happened upon."
"Hold on… the phone box shape, you said that was from the 1960's," she said. "It reminds you of her, doesn't it? Keeping it the same way means that part of her is still with you."
"The part of her that reminds me that I also fell in love with you humans," he agreed. "Your… exuberance and life… your passion and thirst for knowledge and justice… your ability to survive so much with such fragile bodies."
As he said those last words, he lifted his hand up and rubbed the curve of her jaw, cool fingers dipping down to feel her pulse point. She took a quick, shuddery breath and his eyes narrowed with interest. She reached up and firmly pulled his hand away, giving him a stern look.
"Was it this… Koschei that you ran into recently?" Koschei, Rose had decided at the beginning of this conversation, had to be the 'him' that Martha had mentioned.
"Yes," he said, wrapping his fingers around hers again. "We've had quite a few encounters over the years, most of them ending up with him trying to kill me. And then there was the War and I thought he'd died."
"You missed him."
"He'd once been my best friend – he turned into, for lack of a better phrase, my best enemy. And I never stopped loving him. Nor, I suspect, did he ever stop loving me. He was just very bad at expressing his feelings."
"Worse than you?"
"I've never tried to kill you."
"Not on purpose." She grinned at him and leaned in to place a quick kiss on his cheek. When she pulled back, his face had gone a bit pink. "But I forgive you anyway."
"Oddly enough, that's just what I said to him," the Doctor said. "I forgave him."
"What did he do?"
"He… may have enslaved the entire population of the Earth, twisted the TARDIS into a machine that would allow a terrible paradox, and destroyed the future of the human race." The Doctor hesitated. "And… he hit his wife."
"Did she forgive him?"
"She shot him, actually."
"Good for her," Rose said fiercely. The Doctor stared at her for a moment, as though he didn't quite know what to think, and then he broke into that fondly embarrassed smile of his, the one that usually went along with him rubbing at his eye.
"My little Amazon," he said and the note of wonder in his voice was rather flattering. "How do I always end up with the violent ones?"
"You're a very lucky man," she said. "You told me that, once."
"So I did."
"Was it losing this friend of yours that's made you so… stupid?"
"I'm not sure that 'stupid' is really-"
"I'm sure. I'm very sure. I am… an incredible person, no doubt about it. I don't suffer from a whole lot of self-esteem issues. Sometimes, I wish I were a bit thinner, but apart from that, I've got a fairly healthy self-image."
"Why would you want to be thinner?" the Doctor asked, forehead scrunching up. "You've always been perfectly lovely, even by your current society's ridiculously narrow standards, and certainly by anyone else's."
"Oh." Rose stopped for a moment, feeling herself flush. "Not the point. The point is… wonderful as I am… I'm still not worth more than an entire universe. Okay?"
"We'll just have to disagree on that point," the Doctor said amiably. "Besides, it all worked out. No need to fuss over the details."
"Choosing one person over… countless billions of lives seems like more than a detail to me," Rose said.
"I wasn't really making that choice," he said. "Like I told the lot of you – you would have known that I couldn't leave you to be unhappy. Once I knew that you needed me for your happiness… I would have done anything. So, you made certain that I wouldn't need to. It's what we've always done, Rose. We balance each other out. Usually, it's the other way around, with you reminding me of the small details and me explaining the larger picture to you, but you picked up the slack admirably when I faltered."
"Ten years ago, when I had the power of the Time Vortex racing through me."
"Exactly. You knew what was needed and you made it happen. Just like you did with leaving 'bad wolf' lying around so that you could come back to me, that first time."
"I still don't remember all of it," Rose said. "Just bits and pieces. The light was… so bright and so beautiful and I could see time slipping through the world. The inside of your head was… similar, though not nearly as strong."
"And now Martha knows what it's like, too," the Doctor mused. "Her memories will be as shaky as yours were in the beginning, but they will grow in time. And Jack experienced immortality for a while, though he'll have to start being careful about his life again. He's probably only got about three hundred years left in him now."
"Are you starting to think that maybe you aren't as alone as you thought you were?"
"I'm considering the possibility," he allowed.
"Even after I die – after Martha and Jack both die – there will still be people in the universe worth knowing," she said. "Maybe even worth falling in love with, don't you reckon?"
"You know, many women would find it hopelessly endearing to know that the man who loves them has never felt as strongly about anyone else and almost certainly will never feel the same way again."
"I'd say that those women are more in love with being loved than with the actual man," Rose said easily enough, though she knew she was blushing. It turned out that nearly getting engaged to a psychologist might have some long-term benefits after all. "I want you to be happy. I also would prefer that the universe stay intact. And… Doctor, I don't promise to choose you over the universe."
"Quite right, too," the Doctor said, not looking offended in the least. "The universe needs its champions."
"Speaking of… Jack seems well. Rebuilding the Earth working out for him all right?"
"You know, I didn't actually lie to you. I feel that I should make that point," he said. Rose didn't point out that lies of omission should still count, because it was rather obvious from his need to justify himself that he realized it without her mentioning it. "I think that he might like Martha. There could be a romance budding right under our noses."
"Have you been watching the soaps while I've been gone? Got a bit hooked on EastEnders?" Rose teased. The Doctor huffed in displeasure, looking quite put-out. Rose curled up next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. She couldn't see his expressions anymore, but he went and wrapped his arm around her and leaned his face against the top of her head, so that was all right. She entwined her fingers with his. "I'm sure that Jack does like Martha. Jack likes everyone."
"It might do Jack a bit of good to like people a little less universally," the Doctor said, sounding adorably prim.
"If you don't want him to start flirting with me again, you only have to say," Rose told him. "If it bothers you that much… it's not something that I care about. You might have noticed that I wasn't chatting up the boys once you and I had… you know. Become you and I."
She didn't even have to look to know that the Doctor was about to say something.
"Mickey doesn't count," Rose added firmly, before he could speak.
"You would say that," the Doctor groused.
"Besides, you're the one with the Lucys and the Reinettes," Rose teased. "You've got a girl in every city and every time period, from what I can see."
"Nearly all of those women didn't even flirt with me," the Doctor protested. "I'll give you Reinette, but all Lucy did was answer a quick question. There was no flirting."
"Doctor, you can flirt by breathing." Literally, in the case of trees, she thought, taking a moment and biting down on her lower lip to keep from laughing out loud at him. "You think they'll want to keep on travelling with us?"
"Who will what?"
"Martha and Jack. Do you think that they'll want to stay on?"
"Why wouldn't they?"
"The two of us almost destroying the universe comes to mind," Rose said.
"They did get a chance to save it," the Doctor pointed out. "That had to have been enjoyable."
"Hmm."
"What does that mean?"
"Just… I missed this," Rose said, pressing a kiss to the top of his shoulder. "All of this. I missed it so much while I was away."
"Well… you could give sticking around for a bit longer a try," the Doctor said, utterly failing to sound casual. Rose made a soft murmur of agreement and tucked herself closer to him. "I… would like that very much. If you could stay here with me."
"As long as humanly possible," Rose promised. "Longer, if I can manage it."
It wasn't as grand and epic as promising him 'forever', but when she'd said that nine years ago she'd only been twenty. Eighty years had seemed like an eternity back then.
"Any of those human things... marriage or children or even a house… if you want them… I'd rather stay with you in an immobile house filled with laughing children than visit all of the stars in the universe without you," he said, so quietly. "Anything you want, just tell me and I will do everything in my power to make it happen, if it would make you happy."
"I am happy," Rose told him. "I'm perfectly content."
He let out a soft sigh into her hair and she cuddled more deeply into his arms. Maybe they would have kids, maybe they wouldn't. Maybe she'd die in his arms when she was ninety and starting to forget her own name; maybe she'd get shot in an alien marketplace a week from now. The universe moved on and anything could happen next.
Travelling with the Doctor meant that adventure was just around the corner and disaster was hovering on the horizon. There would certainly be explosions and near-death experiences and aliens in every shade of the rainbow. It would be familiar, but so much better.
Because she'd never stopped being reckless in her years with Torchwood, she just hadn't had any company. Strange creatures and space and everything in the galaxy… none of it had seemed as exciting without him. She used go out running as fast as she could, every day, but she would still feel like she was standing still.
In this universe, there would be his hand in hers, and Jack and Martha as friends – and Sarah Jane, back on Earth. And… her mother had Pete, young Tony, Mickey, and the dozens of friends that she'd made over the course of those long years in the parallel world. They'd both be all right. This was the choice that Rose would have made, eight years ago. This was the choice that she had made, ten years ago. She knew that she'd make this choice again, a hundred times over, if necessary.
Life with the Doctor was dangerous, verging on impossible at times, generally uncertain… never boring and always, always fantastic.
~The End~
Continue on to the next story in the series: Customs and Traditions.
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Date: 2008-09-04 07:33 pm (UTC)I would love to see more adventures of the Doctor, Rose, Jack, and Martha! What a lovely team!TARDIS. =)
I... have given some thought to writing more in this 'verse. The character interactions were really enjoyable to write.
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Date: 2008-09-03 03:55 pm (UTC)Yay for Martha saving the day and I'm glad for Jack as well.
The whole conversation between Rose and the Doctor was just plain wonderful.
Thank you for this brilliant fic!
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Date: 2008-09-04 07:35 pm (UTC)Admittedly I didn't even try to read the Time Lord names! ;-)
Hee! Time Lord names, man.
Thank you for this brilliant fic!
You're welcome. I'm so glad that you enjoyed it. Thank you for the feedback!
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Date: 2008-09-26 05:32 am (UTC)Oh, HA! Excellent call back. I really liked your use of Jack and Martha in this story. I don't know how I overlooked this when you posted it originally, but I glad I did, as I just devoured it in one sitting. (That is one thing that I miss about the old XF fandom- long stories were often published as completed works. I don't have the willpower not to start WIPs, but I also hate waiting. It is a dilemma.)
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Date: 2008-09-28 02:30 am (UTC)I really liked your use of Jack and Martha in this story.
It was very important to me that they have a point in being there (apart from being generally awesome).
Wonderful Story
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Date: 2009-03-14 11:33 pm (UTC)This is one of the very few reunion DW fics I've read - I tend to find them unrealistic generally. But this was great. Just how I imagine they'd react to suddenly coming across each other like that!
I'm going to read the next story in the series now. =D
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Date: 2009-03-15 05:41 pm (UTC)I hope you enjoy the next story!