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The Stolen Earth Incident - Chapter Twelve

The Stolen Earth Incident - Chapter Twelve
Author: Milady Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): JackHarkness/Ianto Jones, Toshiko Sato/Kathy Swanson, Owen Harper/Diane Holmes, Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Martha Jones/Tom Milligan, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
Warnings: Language, Violence, Angst, Temporary Character Death (It's Jack), Perceived Character Death, Minor Character Death. 
Spoilers: Thru S2, E13, "Fragments" and "Exit Wounds", the audio play "Lost Souls" for Torchwood, S4, E12 and E13, "The Stolen Earth" and "Journey's End" for Doctor Who.  Slight spoilers for the movie, "Iron Man" 
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better. Don't own Doctor Who, Sarah Jane Adventures, or the Marvel Cinematic Universe, either
Author's Note:  Here it is, the Dragon-Verse version of "Stolen Earth" and "Journey's End". 

Summary:  The Earth has been stolen.  There are twenty-six other planets in the sky.  The Daleks are raining death down from the sky.  It's the end of the world.



30 April 2009

Chiswick

 

Rose finally located Donna Noble’s mother and grandfather, just as the elderly man tried to disable a Dalek with a paint gun.

It failed miserably, of course.

Her gun, however, didn’t.  It left the Dalek a smoking shell and Donna Noble’s family alive.

He held out the paint gun.  “You wanna trade?”

The man had balls, Rose had to give him that.  “You’re Donna Noble’s family, right?” she confirmed.

The pair nodded, almost in unison.

“My name is Rose Tyler, and I need your help.”

They were only one street over from the house.  Rose had to wonder just what they were doing out in the middle of all this insanity, but figured they were as worried about Donna as Rose was in that moment. 

She really needed to find Donna, who could then get her in touch with the Doctor.  The world was going mad; she’d had to dodge both looters and Daleks on her way, and had had one too many close calls to count.  It was too bad the dimension cannon couldn’t lock onto Donna’s family; she’d almost had them change the focus and find the other pivot point, Clint Barton, but Donna was the one she was certain of being with the Doctor.  She had no idea what the other man was doing, as information on him had proven to be quite scarce.  The only thing they had was that the timelines were swirling around him as well as Donna Noble, and that simply wasn’t enough information to work on.

Sylvia Noble began to bustle around the kitchen as soon as they were inside the small house, putting on the kettle for them all.  Wilfred Mott – whom Rose was already predisposed to like, due to the whole paint gun thing – put the gun down on the table and pulled his phone from his pocket. 

“I tried to call her,” he said, speaking fast in his panic, “but I couldn’t get through.  She’s still with the Doctor, I know that much…and the last time I spoke with her she was on a planet called Midnight, it was made of diamonds she said.”

“What the hell are you two talking about?” Sylvia butted in, her voice incredulous.

Rose realised that she had no real idea just what her daughter had been up to…or maybe she just didn’t believe it.  Travelling with the Doctor was amazing and Rose could understand why it would seem so incredible to someone like Sylvia Noble.

Wilfred, however, was irritated.  “Look, she’s out there, sweetheart!  Our Donna…she’s out there somewhere, she’s with the Doctor, travelling the stars!  She always has been!”

Sylvia looked at him as if he was mad.  “Don’t be ridiculous!” she scoffed.

Rose had to wonder just how someone could be in so much denial.  Even Jackie, her own Mum, had accepted that Rose wasn’t on Earth any longer when she’d left with the Doctor.  Sure, that had been the second time, after she’d assumed that Rose had been kidnapped and murdered…but once she’d see the evidence for aliens, Jackie had jumped on board with both feet.

Sylvia, however, didn’t seem to be accepting things all that well, and to then be told her only daughter was somewhere out in space…alright, maybe denial wasn’t such a stretch, now that Rose got to thinking about it.

“Oh come on!” Wilfred shouted, getting truly angry.  “Open your eyes!  Look at the sky!  Look at the Daleks!  You can’t start denying things now!”

Rose was disappointed that they didn’t have a way of contacting Donna, although the whole phone thing was bothersome.  The Daleks had to have been jamming the lines or something, because knowing the Doctor he would have gimmicked things up properly in order for Donna to contact her family.  For Wilfred not to have heard from her…It made her curious as to why her own phone was working, but then she wasn’t a scientist.   

“You were my last hope,” she said, dejected, interrupting what would have become a full-on domestic.  “If I can’t find Donna…I can’t find the Doctor.”  She had the sudden urge to stamp her foot in frustration, but managed to keep the impulse buried.  “Where is he?”

She was going to have to try the second target now.  There was no choice.  At least she knew they could focus the cannon on Barton, and then she could hope that he’d lead her to the Doctor eventually.  After all, his and Donna’s timelines were supposed to be intersecting at some point.  She’d just hoped to get to the Time Lord sooner, rather than later.

A hand touched her elbow.  “We’re gonna find him,” Wilfred promised.  “We’ll find a way – “

His promise was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of a Dalek just outside.  “You will obey the Daleks without question.  The Daleks are in control.  You will obey the Daleks without question – “

And then that horrible, grating, inhuman voice was also interrupted by a strident beeping noise coming from the lounge.

Rose led the way, her gun out in case she needed to blast something.  The lounge was empty, and the sound seemed to be coming from the open laptop sitting on the coffee table.

The screen had come on, and it was filled with snow.  A voice that was extremely familiar to Rose began speaking out of it, and it took her a moment to realise it was Harriet Jones talking through the laptop’s speakers.

Rose was on her knees before the laptop, hands hovering over the keyboard, not knowing what she needed to do to bring the signal in stronger.  “Can anyone hear me?”

“I can!” Rose called out.  “Harriet!  It’s me!”

She glanced over her shoulder at Wilfred and Sylvia, who had decided that sitting on the sofa was a really good idea.  “Does this thing have webcam?”

Wilfred shook his head.  “She wouldn’t let me,” he admitted.  “She thinks it’s naughty.”

Oh, good lord.  That was all she needed.

“Guess this means I can’t talk to her then.”  Rose hoped that Harriet would somehow know she was there, and would respond to her even though Rose herself couldn’t answer.

The small computer screen eventually cleared, revealing the face of Harriet Jones.  To be honest, Rose hadn’t quite agreed with what the Doctor had done to her; it had changed time, from what the Doctor had once explained to her about Harriet Jones and Great Britain’s Golden Age.  That wouldn’t have happened without her being in power. 

Rose wondered what had occurred in the new timeline created by the Doctor’s actions.  She hoped it wasn’t too bad.

Harriet was speaking to someone else, and in a blink the screen divided into four sections.  Harriet was in one of them, and Rose couldn’t help grinning when she recognised Sarah Jane Smith in another.

But she was shocked to see who was in the third.

Jack Harkness.

Rose shook her head in denial.  The Doctor had told her that Jack had stayed behind, on the Gamestation, in order to help humanity rebuild Earth after the Daleks.  She’d had no reason to doubt him, although she’d always been disappointed that Jack had never said goodbye.  But then, she’d been sick from taking in all that energy from the Time Vortex, so maybe he had and she simply hadn’t remembered.

What she did remember was that he’d died on the Gamestation, murdered by the Daleks.  She’d used the Vortex energy to bring him back, something she would never regret.

But how had Jack gotten from the year 200,100 to twenty-first century Great Britain?  And how had he come to work for Torchwood, of all places?

Rose could make out the people around him.  The cute man in the chair in front had been introduced as Second Jones, but he was almost the exact double of the Dr Jones who’d been lead researcher on the Dimension Cannon; he must have been this universe’s version of the man she’d worked with.  This man, however, looked younger in the face and yet his eyes were incredibly old, and it almost reminded her of how the Doctor got sometimes, like he’d seen so much and it weighed on his soul.  He also looked a bit green around the gills, as it were, as if he was about to lose his lunch.

She watched as another man, one with thinning brown hair, dark eyes, an obvious American accent and his arm in a sling, pushed forward to say something to Sarah Jane, about his grandfather, and Sarah Jane had called the man Patrick.  There were others as well: a sour-faced man in a leather jacket; another man, with a friendly face and dark hair; a young woman with blonde hair who didn’t look old enough to be out of school, let alone working for an organisation like Torchwood…

And Clint Barton.

 



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