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FIC: Not Everyone Should Be Saved (5/5)

Title: Not Everyone Should Be Saved
Genre: Doctor Who
Rating: T
Author: tkel_paris
Summary: When the TARDIS is caught in a loop, Twelve realizes that a new weapon has been created to use against him thanks to an earlier act of what he thought was compassion. The only way he can free the TARDIS is to get a message to an earlier self to prevent two critical things from happening, even though it will cause a dangerous paradox.
Disclaimer: Not mine, and probably never will be.
Dedication: tardis_mole, for reminding me about this one inadvertently during our prompt-a-thon. We had so much fun!
Author’s Note: One of the many things I thought someone should’ve thought of before ending the Library episodes. And so I’m righting a few things. It may seem cruel, but there are pointed questions behind the actions within. Along with pointing out ways the solutions of the episodes could’ve gone wrong, and… well… did.

And apologies to Bill, as well as Pearl Mackie. When I wrote this, we had almost nothing to go on for what Bill is like. So to not get her totally wrong… I used a convenient plot device. Oops. :D


Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four


Not Everyone Should Be Saved

Started June 20, 2016
Finished June 22, 2016


Chapter Five: Opening a Door Closes Two More

The Doctor turned toward the TARDIS, followed by Holo-Donna. Mr. Lux had been the last to board the rockets, and they were all departing at that instant. It was grim to see just how many hadn’t been saved before CAL grasped the danger and uploaded everyone else. According to the computer, there had been six million users and six thousand staff before the attack.

Once they were next to the Old GIrl, the Doctor turned to the hologram. “Press the button at your side, Donna.”

She reached to her side, and then her image shimmered out and the ball fell toward the floor. The t reflexes were fast enough to catch it first, and he smiled. “Look at how well my ingenuity worked. I can think of the most amazing things, just like that,” he added, snapping his fingers.

The TARDIS doors opened.

The Doctor turned and blinked. Donna was still near the Jump Seat, having removed the visor, but she was nowhere close enough to have opened the doors herself.

They both stared at each other, and then doors, and then back again.

“What just happened?” Donna asked.

“I’m not sure.” He hurried inside, and then turned. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers again.

The TARDIS doors closed.

“Is she supposed to do that?”

“I’ve never heard of it happening before,” he said as he hurried up to the console and took them into the Vortex.

“Did you try?”

“No.”

“Then who’s to say she wasn’t always capable of that?”

The Doctor sighed and put his hands in his pockets. “Point taken.”

Donna took in his bowed head and dejected posture. He looked like someone waiting for the hammer to fall, like he thought she was seconds away from telling him she wanted to go home.

Instead, she just said, “Shall I just say what I need to say?”

He nodded slowly.

Her eyes widened. He was in a worse state than she thought, and not even looking at her anymore. She took a few extra seconds to rethink her thoughts, and decided to say it anyway.

“First off, I’m not going to leave.”

His eyes shot up to meet hers. Relief flooded his being, but he was still on edge.

“Second, we need to deal with your… fetish for random blondes.”

He cringed, his body shuddering at the phrasing. “There was never a fetish-!”

“Third,” she interjected. Then she waited a few seconds to say it. “You’ve managed to put all of my former boyfriends and admirers to shame, all without even trying. They were and they failed. Seeing how lonely it must be to be you, I’m beginning to regret telling you ‘no nonsense’.”

He suddenly couldn’t breathe, and the respiratory bypass was failing to kick in. His knees turned instantly to jelly and he flopped on his behind, missing the Jump Seat by millimeters.

Donna rushed forward to kneel beside him. “Are you alright?!”

His breathing finally returned, but no sound emerged from his moving mouth. And his lips were failing to form words.

He looked more stunned than after the Detox kiss, and she was half-certain then that he didn’t mean that he needed to detox more often. Bigger shock, and she wasn’t even trying.

She smiled gently. “Are you ready for number four? Or shall I wait until your gob has recovered?”

He needed a few extra seconds to finally speak. “I think my gob will be recovered before the rest of me,” he whispered.

“It’s what I would have said had you not mentioned things getting complicated with Martha.”

His eyes tried to impersonate dinner plates.

“I said no to you last time because I didn’t want to be a rebound from Rose, and I didn’t want you to be a rebound from Lance.”

His expression didn’t change, but his eyes watered and a tear rolled down his cheek. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, or the joy that he felt on hearing it.

She remained silent. The next spoken words had to come from him; the ball was in his court.

At last, he finally found his voice. “I’d already lost hope that I’d ever hear you say that.”

She frowned delicately. “Then why were you making a deal of taking me to a beach?”

“Because you wanted to go.”

“You would take me anywhere I wanted to go, as long as it didn’t break any time laws?”

“Yes.”

“What about what you want?!”

“I want to be wherever you are.” He finally changed expression, looking awkward. “Was that as soppy as it sounded to me?”

Her smile returned momentarily. “Right. Next place we go, we go somewhere you want to go.”

He was quiet for a moment, and then sighed. “I can count on one hand how many times I’ve landed exactly where I wanted to go, and the destination was entirely my decision. And I’d still have fingers left.”

“You mean… almost every time either the TARDIS chose for you, or your companions did?”

“Or had input in the decision.”

“No one?! Not once did they put it entirely in your hands?!”

“No, no one.”

“Not even Rose?” she asked on a whisper.

His expression soured. For the first time ever when her name came up. “Least of all Rose.”

“Fippin’ heck, mate! What did you see in her?! She sounds like a selfish bint!”

He silently hemmed and hawed over his answer, trying to piece together disjointed thoughts. It wasn’t happening as fast as he wanted it to. “You know that thing you said to Profession Song about me not getting away with lying to you? I did it more with her than anyone else in my whole life, and she didn’t even notice. Not even when it wasn’t being told to her and she should have.”

“Let me guess. She was blonde.”

The Doctor coughed. “Well, bottle blonde, maybe. She had rather dark eyebrows and they tended to match the roots of her hair.”

“What a surprise. Now, back to the point of number four. Where do we go from here?”

“Well, if you want me to choose somewhere to go, no input from you, then I want to make it a date-date. Just to be clear.”

/=/=/=/=/

“Time for one more trip: Darlig Ulf Straden.” It was several weeks after the Library, and boy had he made the most of them. Now he had to deal with the… ‘bint’.

The Meta-Crisis Doctor flinched at the words. Even though he had received smiles from both parents over how he had sent the Daleks into the Void, he still did not know his fate.

The circumstances of his birth should have marked him as a Neverwere. But he could talk and reason, and he had not sunk into a murderous spree. Instead, he could make choices and he had saved the universe. After his mother made it possible, of course.

But was that enough for his father? Even though his mother’s fate was also uncertain.

The Doctor motioned for both him and Donna to take two panels each. That gave him some hope, because he was being allowed to help fly the TARDIS. Or was it expediency?

With three people piloting, the journey was far smoother and quicker than the last time. In less than 30 seconds they landed.

“We’ve landed,” said Donna.

“Finally!” cried Jackie, rushing to the doors and opening one.

The Meta-Crisis Doctor tried to not flinch. What would happen next?

Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and saw the Doctor’s face. A tiny smile cracked his father’s lips.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

The Meta-Crisis Doctor’s eyes watered instantly.

But the Doctor motioned him silently to the scanner screen and tapped it. It was a list of things to teleport from Pete’s World, including the Dimension Cannon, into the TARDIS hold.

Here was the proof he wouldn’t be exiled. He was being trusted with something very important. He nodded and got started immediately. The sooner he finished, the better his mother’s odds were.

For that matter, his own. He knew he wouldn’t last long without a second heart. Time Lord brains required extra oxygen.

The Doctor walked toward the doors, motioning for Donna to follow. Even though her mind was being overtaken, she would be needed for this. Even though he intended it to be quick. But it depended on how fast their son acted.

He had remembered his future self’s warning. Never mind that he would do anything at this point to save his wife.

Jackie turned, having finished her rant about where they were and that Pete would have to come get them. But she said nothing, noticing the looks on the Doctor and Donna’s faces.

Rose was looking around, taking in the surroundings like she hadn’t realized where they were going.

Donna’s head was clearer than every bit of information she now had suggested it should be. The only thing she and her husband could assume was that their marital bond, formed within days of the Library, was buying her time. Along with the maternal bond instinctively formed with their son. Even so, she had no intention of delaying any longer than it took to get their message across.

Still, she couldn’t help but finally get to deliver a dig directly at her target. “What, you didn’t hear the Doctor? Didn’t remember that you have siblings who need your mum? Oh, that’s right; you never showed your mum any loyalty or respect in the first place.”

Rose bristled. “Shut up! This has nothing to do with you!”

“That’s my wife you’re talking to,” the Doctor said darkly. “It has everything to do with her.”

Rose’s jaw nearly went unhinged. “Wife?!

The Meta-Crisis Doctor flinched even harder. That shrillness hurt even from where he was inside the TARDIS, but it didn’t put a dent in his efforts. He had already teleported the Cannon and the TARDIS it was powered by. And unleashed a virus to destroy the software supporting the Cannon, and all plans associated with it. He was just drafting the text, using Martha’s old phone, to send to Pete, instructing the rounding up and destruction of all paper copies of anything associated with the Cannon.

He trusted that Pete would have seen enough to just do it.

“But you loved me! You were going to-!”

“Oh, get over yourself!” the Doctor snapped harshly. “I used to think that I’d never met anyone who wasn’t important, but now I know I have. Today was your fault! Trillions across multiple universes are probably dead because of you! While most would scream for your execution, and I would have the right to do it myself given how many temporal laws you broke today alone, I think that dumping you back here - rejected and humiliated by the object of your obsession - is a greater punishment. You have to live with that knowledge. Death is too quick and kind for the likes of you.”

“Finished!” cried the Meta-Crisis Doctor, heading to the door with a huge grin.

The Doctor whipped his head back. “Already?!”

“Son of SuperTemp,” his son boasted.

Donna smirked, standing tall and practically preening.

“Right,” the Doctor said, tone declaring that he’d quickly realized how daft a question that was given his family. “We’ve confiscated everything that wasn’t yours to use. Now… go grow up and stop disrespecting your parents! And stay away from technology! Bye, Jackie. Wish I could’ve made a difference,” he added softly before he turned and marched inside, having had more than enough. Donna followed.

“No!” Rose screamed as she ran for the TARDIS. She made it inside before the doors could close.

But suddenly it dematerialized around her, and she was still running. She fell forward onto the sand, and face-planted.

Meanwhile, in the TARDIS, the Doctor’s eyes were wide. “How did you do that?”

“Mum knew that we couldn’t dematerialize before Rose would get within the TARDIS’ shields, and that would have forced us to take her along. So she let her in so I could manipulate the external shell to leave her behind - just like Sally Sparrow. Only I imagine Rose’s face is covered in sand right now, knowing physics. Now, can we get on with saving my mum before I pass out from lack of oxygen?”

/=/=/=/=/

Twelve was guiding the TARDIS through the Vortex, seeing what might be interesting for an adventure. Assuming of course that the Old Girl didn’t take matters into her own hands. Bill had already had plenty to deal with as a new companion.

He shuddered, and paused. Time was rippling around him, like a paradox closing.

Odd. He had no memory of a paradox.

He shrugged it off, but it left him with a sudden need. Bill was looking at part of the Control Room further in, so he had no audience.

He reached into his collar and drew out a necklace. On the end was a pair of rings. One slightly smaller than the other. He would have continued wearing the larger had Donna not asked him to keep the possibility of remarrying in mind. She hadn’t wanted him to remain alone, even while he found friends to stop him from going too far - and occasionally taking one of their descendants with him.

He smiled and kissed the smaller ring. Then he put the necklace back before Bill even turned around.

Some things were just too precious to ever share.

THE END

Comments

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jennytork
Jun. 26th, 2016 02:52 pm (UTC)
This was beautifully done. Thank you!
tkel_paris
Jun. 26th, 2016 03:05 pm (UTC)
Thank you, and you're welcome. :)
youreintown
Jun. 26th, 2016 04:52 pm (UTC)
12 and NOT wearing a wedding ring? I won't see it happening any time soon :D
Hah, he couldn't remember a paradox, did he forget what he did as 10 in the Library and would that be classed as "removed from memory" because it happened with 2 Doctors present?

I wonder if the 'bint' ever heard what 10 said to her on the beach, she might have been listening to her internal twittering birds...

What would they do (or have done) to keep Donna from burning and the Meta-Crisis Doctor from suffocating?
tkel_paris
Jun. 26th, 2016 05:03 pm (UTC)
BMG just commented on that outside of the comments. I can only plead not seeing enough to notice Twelve's ring. My answer is that that ring is something Donna gifted him with, and he's determined to conceal his family from the universe. Which means... keeping his wedding ring hidden with Donna's, but close to his hearts.

Well, that just inspired BMG to comment about a mystery. Someone will likely turn it into a prompt. Because it does invite questions about why Rose as Bad Wolf didn't see a lot of things coming and plan for them.

I assume that they banded together and shunted the extra energy back into the Meta-Crisis.
youreintown
Jun. 26th, 2016 05:56 pm (UTC)
Would that mean that the Meta-Crisis will be regenerating to get the 2 hearts he needs, with the extra energy?

Rose as Bad Wolf would have been just as dim as her original Human self? After all she "gifted" Jack with immortality.
tkel_paris
Jun. 26th, 2016 05:58 pm (UTC)
Probably. What he becomes, I've left to the readers' imaginations.

It's a good an explanation as any. And proof of why some continuity is necessary even on a show like Doctor Who.
bas_math_girl
Jun. 26th, 2016 04:57 pm (UTC)
I absolutely adored how the Doctor discovered he could click his fingers and open the TARDIS doors! It certainly made me smile. Now if only you could provide actual footage of Rose landing in the sand, my day would be complete. ;)

The ending with the rings is so sweet!! Of course he would cherish the ring Donna gave him above all others.
tkel_paris
Jun. 26th, 2016 05:13 pm (UTC)
I had to do it. Comical moment there. :D Well, I'm not that artistically talented. :)
noteissignedlc
Jun. 27th, 2016 02:38 am (UTC)
This is definitely one of my favorite stories of yours. The rings made me sad, though. I like to think that Donna, Handy, and Jenny (and all future children, and maybe Luke and Skye Smith) are all living with perception filters while the Doctor(s) go off and have their adventures.

And anytime Rose gets even a small comeuppance for all of her terrible acts makes me giddy. XD
tkel_paris
Jul. 1st, 2016 04:52 pm (UTC)
Well, I'd rather that had happened. But... Muse didn't say anything about that. Although I think he'd have an easier time dealing with Missy if he has a family with him. :)

Yes, that was satisfying to write. *evil grin*
tardis_mole
Jul. 14th, 2017 09:00 am (UTC)
"But suddenly it dematerialized around her, and she was still running. She fell forward onto the sand, and face-planted."

Haaaaaa!!!! *gasps for air* Oh my giddy. That was brilliant. =DDDDD

Aww, I love the ending. Him kissing the rings is perfect. Excellent stuff. :DDDDDDDD
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