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FIC: The Foreseen Wife (2/8)

Title: The Foreseen Wife
Rating: T (with a DVD extra rated MA)

Author: tkel_paris
Summary: In a world where Gallifrey survived the Time War, the Doctor must remarry. Only his wife will bear many responsibilities for helping rebuild and protect time. Not sure where to start, he gives Sarah Jane the power to choose. How will she pick? Written for bas_math_girl's birthday.
Required Disclaimer: This is a humorous twist on several ideas I've seen, built around one I thought of. So I don't own the characters within.
Dedications: BMG, of course! And... I suppose Juno_Inferno because of “Cosmic Love”, which fed a little into Muse's thinking about this story. And my beta for this work: tardis_mole. You really know how to make a girl feel better about what she thought was crack-fic. :D
Author's Note: Utter silliness that would NEVER have been canon. Written solely to amuse BMG. And hopefully my other readers. It clearly entertained TM, who apparently had a late breakfast because it was “compelling”. I don't encourage anyone to skip or have late meals, even if the effort is to my benefit. But I owe you one, TM. Thank you.

Oh, and did anyone hear? K-9 made the list of TV Guide's 60 Greatest TV Animals of All Time! Didn't say what number, but that's cool! :D Thank you, ellyfanfiction for spreading the word!

Chapter One

The Foreseen Wife

Started July 23, 2013

Chapter Two: The Request

Finished September 4, 2013

“Oh, go and say goodbye, Doctor. Then let's be off! Goodbye, Sarah Jane.” Rose tried to hide her dismay that Mickey was joining them as she went into the TARDIS.

Mickey had the grace to look embarrassed. He clasped her hand, shook it in respect, and looked at her in apology. When he got the nod he was looking for, he entered the Doctor's weird ship.

The Doctor then whistled, causing a little commotion from the Humans inside his ship. The cause was made clear when a brand-new K-9 rolled out.


Sarah Jane smiled. “You rebuilt him.”

“Affirmative, Mistress. Master rebuilt me. My systems are much improved with new omniflexible hyperlink facilities. He replaced me with a new model.” K-9 wagged his tail.

Sarah Jane laughed. The hug was inevitable.

He broke it first, reluctantly, and kept his voice low. “You won't come with us, will you?”

“It's no longer my time. Besides... it would remind me too much of what we lost.”

It was no longer reachable, she wasn't saying. But he heard it loud and clear. Sighing, he nodded. And then a thoughtful look crossed his face.

Sarah Jane noted that the Doctor seemed suddenly very nervous. “Your people won't come after me since we've crossed paths again, will they?”

“No, they don't have the ability or the willingness to keep down the 'lesser species'. Not after the Time War. So many are dead, so much was lost, and they want to focus on rebuilding.”

“So why aren't you with them? We all know of their existence after Christmas. At least after that message from the... Lord Chancellor, I think he called himself.”

“That was them. I'm with them from time to time. I have to be, I'm Lord President again.”

“And they're fine with you travelling with companions so young?”

He cringed and led her a little further away from the TARDIS, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Not so much. There's a... prophecy that says I must... remarry.”

Sarah hid her hurt. It would not do for a woman her age to react poorly. No matter how much it hurt. Her answer was as quiet as his. “Have they chosen her yet?”

“They're not allowed to. The Prophetess says she'll be a 21st Century Human.”

She thought her eyes would explode. “And they're accepting that?!”

“The visions of the Prophetess of Karn, the descendant of the great seers of the Dark Times, have always been held in high respect, even when the Karnaans were exiled from Gallifrey to the planet that bears their name. In the Dark Times challenging the word of those seers got you killed. Her words helped me save my planet and many of my people when it and everyone else should have burned in the War. She had foreseen many of our difficulties. I used to mock prophecies but now I have to take them seriously. Especially from her. I have no choice, and neither does the Council.”

Sarah Jane glanced back at the TARDIS, feeling a little concerned. “Is... she going to be her?”

He paled. “No! No, no, no, no, no! She's far too young, and she's done things that make her unsuitable to be Queen of Gallifrey.” He shuddered at the thought of her on another power trip.

“Wait. If you're Lord President, then how would your wife be Queen?”

“An old law from the Dark Times, a detail of another part of our traditions that had to be revived so we could survive. Women have a special place in Gallifreyan society, which held even with the ascendancy of the Lord President. The Queen is the true ruler, the spiritual and moral leader. But we've been without emotions for so long that we don't know what kind of leadership we need. She'll have to be wise beyond her years, which might be hard to find. And it's definitely not Rose. You know what kind of a life I lead even without trying.”

“What have you done to find her?”

He put his hands in his pockets, bashful. “I've been dealing with Rose, trying to figure out how to punish her without going too far, and I really don't know where to begin with the search for a wife. I've thought about how to search for her, and I realized that I'm rubbish at deliberately finding people. Even searching for the people who have the answers I need, but that's always had a semi-clear path to the truth. This... I don't know what to do. I need help, Sarah. Will you do it?”

She moved her mouth for a long moment before she recovered her voice. “Are you asking me to choose your bride? A woman to replace me, in your heart? Never mind how this could tear what we have left for each other, how will your people accept that?” Tears filled her eyes.

He sank in his shoes, once again cursing his people's fears, and his eyes turned watery. “You know I'm rubbish where Human women are concerned. You know about my people, and you've seen all sorts of Humans. I bet you know a few things about what makes a marriage work, much more than I do. I will have them promise to abide by your decision, because I trust you to find someone who I can actually live with. I don't know if there will be love in this marriage, which is why I need someone whose judgment I trust to choose for me.”

“You're not accounting for love?”

“It'll either happen right away or it won't. Quite like my previous marriages, only the emotions other than disdain and tolerance have a chance to be active. In any case, I need help. I'm not making any progress on my own.”

She took a deep breath. This was going to hurt her, but he was right. He was rubbish, and liable to make a bad choice if left to his own devices. For his sake, let alone Gallifrey's, she had to do it. “Are there any Time Lords who would willingly answer my questions about the role of the Queen? I'll need to know what skills and knowledge she should have.”

He smiled for the first time while thinking about his duty. “I know the perfect one for this.”

Sarah Jane had to wait for the Doctor to get away from Rose for a moment, and then he brought her in the TARDIS to Gallifrey. But he told her to stay inside while he fetched the person.

It only took a few moments for the Doctor to return with a lady who looked older than him. “This is Heradvoratrelundar of Blue Loom, Keeper of the Scrolls and Matriarch of the Lungbarrow Clan. She's also my mother.”

Only the knowledge of regeneration kept Sarah Jane from being surprised. The woman looked nothing like any of the Doctor's incarnations that she knew of. Especially not his first five, or this tenth one.

“You may address me as Hera,” his mother said.

The Doctor spoke quickly to prevent Sarah Jane from asking the questions that he suspected were on the tip of her tongue. This was not the time. “Mother, may I present to you the woman who will help me find my wife. Sarah Jane Smith.”

Hera raised her eyebrows. “Wasn't she the one the High Council forced you to abandon?”

He tensed. “Yes, Mother. And I would have married her otherwise. Sadly it's too late for us now.”

“I doubt the Prophetess would say she was the one in any case,” she added, clearly saddened at the thought. “Theta, please leave us a moment.”

The Doctor hesitated.

His mother looked like she wanted to roll her eyes, but didn't actually carry it out. “Theta, I won't hurt her. I am not the others. You know that.”

Sharing a long look with Sarah Jane, he left the TARDIS, closing the doors behind him.

Hera looked long and hard at Sarah Jane, assessing her. Long enough that Sarah Jane felt tempted to speak, but she was determined to wait to be spoken to. Unless it seemed Hera was similarly determined.

Luckily, Hera spoke first. “So you are the Human that the High Council was alarmed enough over to send a guard to shoot my son with a telepathic dart. You must be something extraordinary to command Theta's respect and affections – especially when they should not have been able to be engaged.”

The praise was interesting to hear.

“You use the name he hates to be called publicly in front of me?”

Hera laughed through closed lips, though there was no humor in her expression. “If you knew the name, then you will know why your closeness to my son concerned our people enough to force you both apart. It was not meant in malice, not on my or his father's parts, only as self-preservation. Which I see may not have been so wise.”

Sarah Jane nodded. “Does it surprise you that he has asked me to choose his wife?”

“No. We do not know how to handle the deeper emotions. Pride and disdain we had in abundance during the Curse. But love? Attachment? Kindness? These are foreign concepts to so many of us. They emerged in a few of us, my son included, but none of us know how to handle them. Which I suppose explains my son's latest choice in a companion.”

“I assume you mean Rose Tyler, because Mickey Smith is a smart young man, and very sensible. I felt it was high time there was a Smith in the TARDIS again. Well, in the Doctor's TARDIS, that is.”

Hera smiled. “You are loyal to him. That bodes well, because I doubt he could choose wisely or prudently on his own. If we do not understand our own emotions in the slightest, how could one male Time Lord know how to handle selecting a wife among Human women?”

Sarah Jane couldn't stop a light laugh. “Ah, we get to why I asked to come here. I need to know what you think the planet needs in his wife, and most of all what he needs her to be. Because clearly he doesn't know. And I have to figure out how I'm going to find her. There are probably somewhere around a billion Human women alive, and too many of them of reproductive age.”

“That is a problem. The Prophetess said he must be married within the year.”

Sarah Jane blanched. “How am I supposed to find her in a sea of possibilities?”

Hera became thoughtful. “Perhaps a visit to the Prophetess is in order.”

“Is it safe for me to step outside?”

“The Council members who ordered my son's enforced return died in the War. You are also under my protection as the guide to my line's succession. Once Theta informs the Council that he has entrusted you with the decision they will have to honour that. I believe the Prophetess will concur.”

The words didn't leave Sarah Jane very comforted.

She was even less so when she met the Prophetess, especially since members of the Council insisted on witnessing the meeting to see whether their great seer would approve of the Doctor's delegation. And there were the looks of recognition when she stepped out. Some of the Council remembered the decision to force her and the Doctor apart and now questioned its wisdom..

At first the sight of the seemingly elderly woman was utterly non-threatening. She was tall and thin, whizzened and well wrinkled, had long wiry grey hair almost to her knees, and watered-down grey eyes, and therefore had much in common with Humanity's idea of witches. Her eyes themselves looked beyond a person's face. They seemed to bore right into Sarah Jane's mind. She wore the ceremonial banyan, as did all of the other Gallifreyans assembled, but hers were grey, like silver and yet dulled like gun metal and which sparkled like starlight. The shifting effect was almost as hypnotic as her piercing gaze. In short, she looked the part.

Hera had Sarah Jane sit beside her, across from the Prophetess. “Prophetess, may I introduce Sarah Jane Smith. She is a former companion of my son, and he has asked her to help him find his wife. She comes to seek your guidance.”

The Prophetess looked at Sarah Jane evenly, assessing her as if she could look into her soul. “You once might have been his wife. He must trust you greatly still to ask this of you. Do you not find it hard to accept?”

“Yes.” Sarah Jane cleared her throat. “But I know our chance is lost forever. This is the one thing I can do for him, find him a wife who will be good for him... and Gallifrey. Do you have any requests about how I find her?”

“That I cannot see. It is up to your judgment. But know this: she will be a mature adult by Gallifreyan standards, she has an eye for the details, she grew up in the influence of your great city, she has not been able to make the most of her life, she is an only child of an only child of an only child, raised by a man who will soon be no more and a woman indifferent, blown on the winds of indecision in profession and men and her own worth, born of fire that killed her mother's heart, wise beyond her year and stronger than she knows, and she would willingly forfeit love for the chance to make a difference.”

One of the Prophetess' assistants stepped forward and handed her a box, which she accepted without looking at the woman. “Take this box. Inside are instructions on what it is and what to do with it. Do not let it out of your possession until you find the Queen. Go forth with the knowledge I have given you, and find her!”

Sarah Jane walked into her private room in her house. Not her bedroom, but one even more private than that. “Mr. Smith, what do you make of these requirements?” She showed him the notes she had taken of the discussion with the Prophetess. “I know this is unusual, but I need help figuring out how to find a wife for the Doctor. I don't see how these words will help me.”

“Actually, Sarah Jane, there is a great deal of information about this prophesied wife within these words.”

“Explain, please.”

“Translating the difference between Gallifreyan and Human years, she will be no younger than 25 years old.”

Sarah Jane exhaled in relief. “I know, he said so, and that definitively eliminates Rose Tyler.”

“She may have studied or worked in fields that require organization and attentiveness.”

“That could mean anything from a secretary to a physician or a civil servant.”

“She grew up in or around London, and very likely still lives in the area. She is not likely to be in one of the higher-ranking careers on the Human social ladder, so a secretary is rather likely. Possibly underpaid. She is an only child with one parent – presumably the mother – who is very demanding of her, who holds high expectations and is disappointed that she has not reached her potential. She may despair of marrying and becoming a mother, which is forcing her to reconsider her life or to settle with what she can find. One of her parents is also an only child, and so is one of their parents. She had siblings who were killed in a fire, perhaps at the time she was born.”

The last bit made Sarah Jane close her eyes briefly. “The poor woman, going through that much and not knowing she has this coming her way. So, I should look for a woman between 25 and... how old should the cut-off be? We need someone able to have more than one child. Gallifrey needs new children. Now, how should I find her?”

“I have an idea, but it will disrupt your life and the lives of many.”

“Is there another option?”

“I do not see a more efficient one.”

She groaned.

Donna closed her eyes, trying to not react to the rant she was hearing on the phone. Her mother had winked it out of her that she'd been let go from another job and was once again waiting on the temp agency. The words were all-too familiar, and amounted to an admonishment about why can't you find a solid job and a man.

Only when she could do so without being rude, something her gran taught her she could not be with any regularity, did she hang up. She promptly went on the job hunt, not willing to wait for the agency to do the work for her. She went to the computer and searched the internet, thinking thank god she'd had enough money to pay the phone bill that month otherwise she'd have to really slum it and visit the Job Centre.

She made notes in the secretary listings, made notes about some diver requests for a salvage operation, and then checked the miscellaneous section.

There she found something very odd:

'A notice from the Gallifreyan High Council: Our numbers have been dwindling, and it has became necessary for our people to finally intermarry with other species. Our Lord President is in need of a wife, a Queen.'

Donna's eyes went wide. Her first reaction was shock. She read it again and looked around her to see if anyone else had noticed it – despite being alone. Was this a sick joke? She looked back to see if it was still there, and read it a third time to make sure she wasn't making it up. She read on.

'Respond to the link below to put yourself in the running if you fit the following requirements:
Were born or raised in the greater London area
Unmarried and unattached in any way
At least 25 years of age
Capable of having children
Capable of organization
Unafraid to tell people when they're wrong
Seeking to be part of something greater than yourself

Possible candidates will be called for interviews. Only those who complete the application will receive directions.'

“This is bonkers!” cried Donna. “Every social climber and thrill-seeker will sign up for this. If it's real. It's talking like it's aliens, or something. Oh my god, Gallifrey? That's the alien name bandied about after Christmas, and a few times since! I hope they have a way of filtering the idiots and bints out. You'd need a huge maturity level to be able to handle being the wife of someone called the Lord President. Whatever that means.” She paused. “Lord President,” she mused. “Sounds like a right stuffed shirt.”

Then she paused and looked around at her flat. All she had were a fer meager possessions, mostly family photos. She couldn't even have a dog because she had no special need that required one. Her life was empty. She had been wondering whether she should latch on to the next man of any means to support a family who paid her the slightest attention other than with lust.

Taking a deep breath, she clicked on the application link.

Chapter Three: Eliminating the Two Rs


( 15 comments — Leave a comment )
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Sep. 5th, 2013 03:21 am (UTC)
Let's just say you'll get your wish. ;) And thank you. :)
Sep. 5th, 2013 06:01 am (UTC)
Nargh. LJ isn't liking me. This is the third time I've tried to leave a comment and hopefully this one won't get eaten. >_< Stupid me also does not remember all of what I wrote either because a certain Cheeky Monkey is refusing to stay in her bed and sleep. I keep having to get up and put her back in her bed.

Anyhow... *eye twitch* Let's hope I can post this.

Ahhh Sarah Jane. I feel bad for her, being put in this position after being forced away from the Doctor. But at the same time, I think at this point she is the only human that knows what type of bride the Doctor would need. Until of course Donna comes along. =D

Ha that the Gallifreyans seem to be regretting the decision made by others to split the Doctor and Sarah Jane up. For some reason I want to point my finger at them and yell "Bazinga!" Don't ask. I have no clue...

A personal ad? That's cool. Yes, Donna. Go apply. Go apply NOW. =D

Looking forward to more.

~Ali ♥
Sep. 5th, 2013 01:37 pm (UTC)
I'm a member. I think my record is three LJ deletes. If I remember to do it, I copy my entire comment before I try to post. But it's so intermittent that it's too easy to forget. Oh, and sorry that Cheeky is being... well, a toddler. Hope she's feeling happier now that she's got you.

Yes, I had to be enlightened as to just how deep the pain would hit Sarah Jane. But, as she realizes, she's his and Gallifrey's best hope. So... what choice was there?

Yes. More emotions they don't know how to deal with. :) And what's "Bazinga" mean? It sounds like something I want to know about.

Well, she clicked the link, didn't she? :DDDDD

More coming tonight. :D Thanks for reviewing. *hugs to you and Cheeky*
Sep. 5th, 2013 03:52 pm (UTC)
I try to copy it so if LJ eats it, I don't have to try and remember. But...I forgot last night, and well...you know about the Monkey. Who finally did go to sleep around 2 AM.

Bazinga is Sheldon's catchphrase on The Big Bang Theory. And it just popped into my head last night. O_o

We will take any and all hugs. :D Cheeky loves hugs. Or rather she loves to give hugs. The arm of the couch was one recipient yesterday.
Sep. 5th, 2013 05:48 pm (UTC)
Yeah. You said she's started school? How's she liking it so far?

Ah. :)

Aw... She sounds so precious. :DDDD
Sep. 5th, 2013 07:32 am (UTC)
A Time Lord resorting to a personal ad to gain a companion for life! Ha ha ha! I like it very much. :D Tou could have an awful lot of fun with that idea...

Anyway, I don't feel sorry for Rose in the slightest (no surprise there) and I'm sure Sarah Jane has her regrets; poor woman. At least she is mature enough to cope and actually help the Doctor. And I'm sure the change of hearts from the other Time Lords must feel wonderful to her.

But poor Donna! So lonely and unloved like that. Hopefully she will get to meet the Doctor VERY. Soon.
Sep. 5th, 2013 01:40 pm (UTC)
What, have I given you a plot bunny? However could that happen? :P

*clears throat* Wait for next chapter. You ain't seen nothing yet. But yes, the change of hearts is important, but her own pain is kind of clouding her ability to be grateful for it. *hugs her*

Yes. :( Well... stay tuned. :D
Sep. 5th, 2013 12:11 pm (UTC)
I agree, I want to see Donna interact with her future inlaws. There is much potential for a hilarious situation and/or profound conversation, and I look forward to reading how you handle that.

Oh, I just want to hug Sarah Jane! She's been put in an awkward and painful position, and she's handling it with such grace. Kudos to you for writing her that way. She and Donna are my favorite companions, and I wish they'd had more interaction with each other in the series. Hopefully they will become friends in your fic!

Good ol' Mr. Smith finding efficient ways to disrupt the lives of many. A personals ad? Hilarious! The Miscellaneous section is always weird (just look at the ridiculous one on Craigslist *shudders*). Love Donna's incredulous monologue as she reread the ad. But the reveal of her motivation for responding--how unloved she feels, how empty her life is, how desperate she is--is so sad! I want to hug her, too! Better yet, she should be on the receiving end of a Time Lord hug, and soon! I hear the Doctor's hugs are the best medicine. ;-)

I love the original AU you've created. You have your intricate history of Gallifrey to prevent your creative take on the arranged marriage trope from becoming too cracky. You've established the stakes and character motivations, and there's a good balance of humor and drama here. Keep up the great work! Anxiously waiting for more!
Sep. 5th, 2013 01:48 pm (UTC)
Ah, I do have such a scene later on. Will see if I can expand on it any. :D

Yes, did anyone other than Donna show so much capacity? And her age means she has even more than Donna to act with grace under fire. I will double-check that they have plenty of interactions. :)

It was too good to not use, and I supposed that something like it could happen. I mean in the states in the 80s a woman was arrested for "soliciting sexual favors for spaghetti dinners". I swear I'm not making that up, and I believe it even if my source is Johnny Carson's monologue. :) Ah, Ten hugs... :DDDD

You know, I was worried about it being crack-fic. Until my beta told me about staying glued to the computer and nearly forgetting breakfast, I was convinced it was crack-tastic. Hearing that it's not from several sources is a comfort. Thank you. More to come tonight. :)
Sep. 5th, 2013 03:46 pm (UTC)
Oh, poor Sarah Jane. Having been the victim of seeing former boyfriends marry other people, I can relate completely to her pain. And having to facilitate that is even more heartbreaking. It is to her great credit that she has the grace and understanding to accept that her time with the Doctor is over but she can still do this one last, important and memorable thing for him. I hope that, after it all sorts out, she and Donna will become fast friends, and Sarah Jane is the mother Donna deserves to have.

I was gratified to see that the Doctor had knew how much it would hurt Sarah Jane to do this, and let her know a) how much he regretted letting himself be forced to abandon her, and b) that he knew he was asking for a great favor and trusted only her with this monumental task. He also had the good sense to be ashamed for asking.

"I don't know if there will be love in this marriage". What a sad statement. I know arranged marriages happen all the time, but it's still so heartbreaking to hear someone state they are fully prepared to live without love. I know the Gallifreyans are new to these emotions but the Doctor feels things more in general and an emotion like love is a strange and wonderful thing, and something that he would embrace (no pun intended) fully and completely if (when???) it happens to him.

Yes, we need more Hera and interaction with the humans.

I am so glad that everyone, especially the Doctor, realizes just how unsuitable Rose is, well, for anything really. And that he intends to see her punished warms my evil little heart! Is that a bad thing??? :DDDD

Sep. 5th, 2013 05:55 pm (UTC)
Having never been in that situation, I feel terrible for anyone who has. Which makes me filled with empathy for Sarah Jane. I owe her for this, I guess. Ah, well, we shall see about what Sarah Jane becomes to Donna, shall we? :)

Yes, he was filled with regret and shame. And yet... who else could he ask?

That might be the saddest part there, that he's not sure if there will be love. You can tell he wants there to be, but he doesn't hold hope.

Trust me. There will be. Just wait. ;)

Just wait for next chapter. Should warm your heart further. ;)
Sep. 5th, 2013 06:18 pm (UTC)
Vague little thing, aren't you?! :D That's as it should be.

Regret and shame, certainly. And you're right. Who else indeed?

Sadder yet is that he seems resigned to the fact, assuming it won't be possible and therefore is unnecessary.

I'm trying to decide who I am picturing in my mind as Hera. Claire Bloom perhaps, but I see Hera as younger (correct me if I'm wrong). Emma Thompson? I've got it. Kristin Scott Thomas! And Zoe Wanamaker as the Prophetess.

*claps hands furiously* I do so love the manner in which you usually dispatch the Pink One! Cannot wait!!
Sep. 5th, 2013 06:43 pm (UTC)
But of course! ;DDDD

Ah, Claire Bloom. Keep her. I'll include a note as to who I picture as the Doctor's dad in the next chapter. ;)

Sep. 5th, 2013 09:01 pm (UTC)
I really like this story because of the plot. I like the way you're going with this and I hope that soon Rose will be out of the picture.
Sep. 5th, 2013 09:31 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Stay tuned. Tonight's update will be fun, then. ;)
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