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Title: The Noble Girl – The End of the World

Rating: T


Author: tkel_paris

Summary: Jenny Noble and Mickey Smith's first TARDIS adventure? The Earth's Death. Time to see just how alien the universe is. Written for cassikat for Christmas, and finally finishing posting.

Disclaimer: Hugely AU. So no, I own nothing.

Dedication: cassikat, of course. Happy birthday, my friend! :D And tardis_mole and bas_math_girl, for beta-reading.

Author's Note: This idea was floating around in my head because I thought that a certain character looked more like another character than the one who was her (sole) parent in canon. And I know cassikat wanted a Nine story without Rose. So we both get our wish here! :D

Everyone has had the idea of taking a character and putting them into a different family situation. So, take one character from Who, transform the circumstances of her birth into something normal (or as normal as one can get in DW), and give her a different family. What do you get? Possibly this story. If you eliminate one other character...

And as always, please review as if this was the first airing of New Who, and then feel free to mention comparisons. :D



Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three






CHAPTER FOUR: EXPLORING THE PROBLEMS

The Doctor, Jenny and Mickey entered. The guests seemed completely oblivious to the commotion, chatting to each other. The Moxx of Balhoon was talking to the Face of Boe. They heard something about some scenario. The Restorer, Jenny thought she heard.


That wasn't a gravity pocket,” the Doctor told his companions, interrupting the entire room. “I know gravity pockets and they don't feel like that.”

Well, what do they feel like?” Mickey asked pointedly.

The Doctor grimaced. “Feels like going heavy and then having twelve orgasms at once. None of them pleasant.”

Mickey's face twitched wildly.

Jenny blinked. What did an orgasm feel like? And how did the Doctor know?

He quickly fiddled with a control panel next to the door. Jabe approached them. He heard her approach. “What do you think, Jabe? Listened to the engines - they pitched up about 30 hertz, is that dodgy or what?”

It's the sound of metal. It doesn't make any sense to me.”

He flinched subtly. He was hoping that her senses might've provided a clue. Right, he'd have to wing it – as usual. “Where's the engine room?”

Jabe frowned. “I don't know... but the maintenance duct is just behind our guest's suite, I could show you. And...” She gestured at Jenny and Mickey, unsure what to call them.

My wards,” the Doctor interjected. He was in no mood to see Jenny offended again. “They're young people under my protection.”

The young couple looked at each other, and shrugged. It fit well enough. “Can we go with you?” asked Jenny.

The Doctor shook his head as he stopped fiddling. “I think it's best for just Jabe and me to go. Less dangerous that way. You two stay up here with the others.”

Mickey sighed heavily. “Jenny saves your life, and you just leave us?” he demanded in a low tone, to not let his voice carry. “Fine! You two go off! I'm going to use Jenny's phone to catch up with family.”

Jenny frowned. “What about Mickey's phone? Can he have that upgrade, too?”

Oi, I did it because you're a child who needed to talk to her mum.”

Mickey scowled. “Excuse me, I have someone I treat like a mum, and her children are practically my siblings. I need to check in with them!”

Sighing as he could see he was fighting a losing battle, the Doctor held up his hands in surrender. “Fine! I will as soon as I've fixed this.”

Jenny rolled her eyes as she handed Mickey her phone. “Guess we'll go have a quick word with... her,” she muttered, gesturing with her head toward Lady Cassandra.

The Doctor wagged a finger at Jenny. “Don't start a fight,” he demanded, hoping she would listen. She did seem like a sensible girl. He proffered an arm to Jabe. “I'm all yours.”

She accepted with an odd look. As they left, Jenny and Mickey wondered what now. But he grinned back at them, like saying, trust me.

Jenny did, against all reason. Mickey prayed they truly could.

Earth Death in 15 minutes,” the computer voice announced. “Earth Death in 15 minutes.”




In the Maintenance Corridor, before the Doctor and Jabe entered, several spiders scurried out of view. Not that the Doctor noticed as he continued asking Jabe questions. “Who's in charge of Platform One? Is there a captain or what?”

There's just the steward and the staff. All the rest is controlled by the metal man.”

He frowned. “You mean the computer? But who controls that?”

The Corporation. They move Platform One from one artistic event to another.”

The Doctor was silent for a moment. “But there's no one from the Corporation on board.”

They're not needed. This facility is purely automatic. It's the height of the alpha class. Nothing can go wrong.”

Unsinkable?”

If you like. The nautical metaphor is appropriate.”

You're telling me. I was on board another ship once. They said that was unsinkable... I ended up clinging to an iceberg, it wasn't half cold.” He stopped a moment. “So, what you're saying is, if we get in trouble there's no one to help us out?”

I'm afraid not.”

He grinned and started walking again. “Fantastic.”

I don't understand. In what way is that fantastic?”

Behind them, a spider crept out of its hiding place.




Jenny sighed. Talking with Cassandra, even while looking out of a window at the sun and down at the Earth, was more boring than she'd thought. And she'd always managed an interest in people.

Cassandra's attendants followed as they came closer to the window. “Soon, the sun will blossom into a red giant, and my home will die. That's where I used to live, when I was a little boy.” She didn't notice Jenny and Mickey's eyes go wide. “Down there. Mummy and Daddy had a little house built into the side of the Los Angeles Crevice.” She sighed. I had such fun.”

Mickey frowned. Had Cassandra been born male? He decided to not approach that can of worms. “What happened to everyone else? The Human Race - where did it go?”

Her eyes flickered oddly and her blood vessels altered in which ones were most evident, and the latter changes kept happening. “They say Mankind has touched every star in the sky.”

Jenny's eyes narrowed. “But that means you're not the last human.”

I am the last pure human.” Her voice was haughty, filled with a pride that Jenny associated with celebutantes. “The others... mingled.” Her voice flared with disgust. “Oh, they call themselves 'New Humans' and 'Proto-humans' and 'Digi-humans', even 'Human-ish', but you know what I call them?” She lowered her voice to a low growl. “Mongrels.”

Scowling, Jenny had to resist letting her scorn fully show. That sounded a lot like those who argued against people of different coloured skin marrying. She knew quite a few people who look askance at her and Mickey, and it offended her! “Right. And you stayed behind.” Didn't let yourself mix, pass on your genes in whatever way could happen.

I kept myself pure.” The answer was prim. Just like she clearly wanted to be seen as.

Mickey blinked, grasping Jenny's hand to remind her to not start a fight. “How many operations have you had?”

708. Next week, it's 709, I'm having my blood bleached.” Cassandra's eyes flickered over to Jenny. “Is that why you wanted a word? You could be flatter, Jenny. You've got a little bit of extra skin in your cheeks when you smile.”

Jenny had to bite her tongue. Hard. If there was anything her mother encouraged regarding her looks, it was a sense of pride in them.

Mickey tugged her into his arms. “I think she's perfect the way she is.”

Honestly,” Cassandra continued, nonplussed by his interjection. “It doesn't hurt--”

No,” Jenny said flatly. “I'm happy with my looks. If I have the money later on and I don't like what I look like then, maybe I'll look into surgery. Maybe.”

Cassandra would have shrugged if she could. Her expression screamed it. “Oh well. What do you know?”

My boyfriend and I were born on that planet, Jenny thought. And so were our respective mums and dads – and that makes us officially the last human beings in this room, 'cause you're not human. You've had it all nipped and tucked and flattened till there's nothing left. Anything human got chucked in the bin. You're just skin, Cassandra. Lipstick and skin.

But Jenny didn't say it. As much as she wanted to. If she ever had the chance, now wasn't the time. She took a deep breath. “Nice talking with you.” She thought she deserved an award for managing to stay calm in the face of a travesty of creation.

Mickey let her tug him off to sit by the Face of Boe. The head creeped him out, but she wasn't phased by it anymore. He felt benevolent if very quiet, which appealed greatly to her right then. Would be nice to have a conversation with the Head-man himself. Now if only those Adherents would stop looking at them.




The Doctor and Jabe were still making their way down the corridor, the low ceiling forcing them to stoop slightly. And the questions still flew. And spiders fled from sight.


So, tell me, Jabe. What's a tree like you doing in a place like this?”

Respect for the Earth.”

Oh, come on. Everyone on this platform's worth zillions.”

Well... perhaps it's a case of having to be seen at the right occasions.”

In case your share prices drop? I know you lot. You've got massive forests everywhere, roots everywhere, and there's always money in land.”

All the same. You respect the Earth as family. So many species evolved from that planet. Mankind is only one. I'm another. My ancestors were transplanted from the planet down below. And I'm a direct descendant of the tropical rainforest.”

The Doctor was impressed. He then pointed to a control panel. “Excuse me.” He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and started poking the screen with it.

Jabe finally found the courage to ask the questions that had been burning on her mind. “And what about your ancestry, Doctor? Perhaps you could tell a story or two... perhaps a man only enjoys trouble when there's nothing else left...”

He pretended he didn't hear her. She wasn't Jenny, and so he could ignore her. As charming as she was.

I scanned you earlier. The metal machine had trouble identifying your species – refused to admit your existence.”

The Doctor pretended to concentrate on the scan, but a flicker of pain crossed his face. He silently prayed she would stop.

And even when it named you, I wouldn't believe it. But it was right.”

The Doctor stopped scanning. He knew his deep sadness was reflected in his eyes.

Jabe's voice was hushed, awed. “I know where you're from. Forgive me for intruding, but it's remarkable that you even exist. I just want to say... how sorry I am.” She put a comforting hand on his arm.

The Doctor's eyes filled immediately with tears. Jab'e's touch communicated so much compassion, as much as he could sense from Jenny. He placed his hand over hers, grateful for her simple words of comfort, and a tear fell down his cheek. Composing himself, he quickly finished the scan and he and Jabe go through a door. He realised they were in the ventillation chamber. Huge fans circulated inside. The Doctor, grateful for the sudden mystery, looked down at Jabe. “Is it me, or is it a bit nippy?”

Jabe didn't know how to answer. It was not something she was used to seeing.

Fair do's, though, that's a great bit of air conditioning. Sort of, nice and old fashioned. Bet they call it 'retro'.” He scanned another control panel with his sonic screwdriver. “Gotcha.”

The panel fell off and a spider scuttled out. It scurried across the floor and up the wall.

The Doctor and Jabe watched it in shock. “So that's what Jenny and Mickey saw!”

Is it part of the 'retro'?”

I don't think so. Hold on.” He pointed the screwdriver at the spider.

However, Jabe was quicker. She fired a vine matching her skin tone from her hand up at the spider, disabling it. It fell into the Doctor's hand.

He breamed at her. “Hey! Nice liana!”

She blushed. “Thank you! We're not supposed to show them in public.”

Don't worry, I won't tell anybody.” He turned his attention to the spider. “Now then. Who's been bringing the pets on board?”

What does it do?”

Sabotage.”

Earth Death in 10 minutes,” the computer voice announced.

And the temperature's about to rocket. Come on.” He led them hurriedly out of the chamber.




The aliens milled about. Jenny noticed that the Face of Boe seemed very cautious in his answers to her questions.


Come on, it's not like we can know each other in your past and my future!”

His silence was more telling than he could've liked. Her face – and Mickey's – fell from the shock.

The planet's end,” Cassandra proclaimed. “Come gather! Come gather! Bid farewell to the cradle of civilization. Let us mourn her with a traditional ballad.”

Britney Spears' 'Toxic' suddenly blasted out of the jukebox. Jenny and Mickey groaned and covered their ears. This counted as a ballad in this age?!




The Doctor and Jabe hurried along the corridor as they raced to the Steward's office. The corridor was filled with smoke and the staff were coughing squeaky little coughs.

Come on! Get back!” The Doctor moved his sonic screwdriver over another control panel.

Sunfilter descending,” the computer announced. “Sunfilter descending.”

Was the Steward in there?!”

The Doctor frowned grimly. “You can smell him. Hold on - there's another sun filter program to descend. We have to save the staff! Everone hide away from the windows!”

It took him a long moment, but the display on the control panel said, in the same font as the note, 'Sunfilter Rising'. The Doctor looked up expectantly, waiting.

Sunfilter rising. Sunfilter rising.”

The Doctor grinned, pleased with himself.

Sunfilter rising... Sunfilter descending.”

The Doctor groaned. “This is just what we need. The computer's getting clever, it's fighting back! I hope no one's trapped in any of the rooms!”

He could hear some terrified cries from one room.

If they are, the locks are probably melted,” Jabe realised.

Sunfilter descending. Sunfilter descending.”

The Doctor jabbed his sonic screwdriver right inside the wires.

Sunfilter rising. Sunfilter rising.”

The Doctor struggled with one door, but even his superior to human strength couldn't made the door budge. “The whole thing's jammed. I can't open the doors. Stay there! Don't move!”

Jabe added, “Flatten yourselves against the ground!” She hoped that would help.

Earth Death in 5 minutes,” the computer droned.


CHAPTER FIVE: THE END OF ALL THINGS

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