5 posts tagged “doctor who dribble”

these are just some random rambling dribbly things i've been writing down lately. most don't make much sense. and yeah.... i'll TRY to section them all together with the characters involved. (I.E. whoniverse will be one color, heroesverse another, random al bits in green or something, etc.)

enjoy. :)

Doctor Who/Torchwood universe

The Alabaster bits.

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"You save the universe. Ran an intergalactic organization. And are currently on the run from said organization and you're... you're BLOGGING!"

"What?" he asked. "Jack and Martha get to blog whenever THEY save the universe. Why can't I?"

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"James?"

"Sorry Quincy. Did I wake you?"

"No," he said sleepily, turning on his bunk and burying half his face into his pillow. "I was just drifting is all."

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"Someday, it'll be the end."

"Don't talk like that Doc."

"I've only got 3 regenerations left Jack. And when the last one's come and gone, she'll have nowhere else to go. Our home is gone. She won't be much trouble. She'll lock down to one spot-"

"I have an idea," Jack said as a smile slowly spread across his face.

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"You have a sister," he said. "Half-sister really."

"Oh?"

Jack nodded. "Her name is Jenny. One day, you'll meet her."

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"Dad, there's something I need your help with."

"Yeah, make it quick," Jack said, slowing his running pace a bit. "I'm in the middle of something."

"Who's calling you at a time like this? Hang up and keep running!" the Doctor shouted back to him.

"I died," the voice on the other end said. "Twice."

"What?" Jack said, stopping dead in his tracks.

The Doctor skid to a stop. "Come on Jack! Goombas! Flaming turtle shells and rolling mushrooms! Deadly to the universe!"

"In a minute Doc!"

"We don't HAVE a minute!" the Doctor shouted back, throwing his arms in the air as he glanced down the corridor ahead of them.

"Okay," Jack said, ignoring the impatient Time Lord. "Is your face still the same?"

"Dad, what the hell-"

"Just answer the question."

"Yeah, but I don't see-"

"Good. Don't worry. It happens. Part of being an alien. Don't tell anyone. You'll be fine."

"But-"

"Gotta go. Running for our lives. Daddy loves you," Jack said, turning off the mobile and dropping it into his pocket.

"What was that about?! Come on!!!!"

Jack laughed, looking over his shoulder to see a giant mushroom with big enormous eyes rolling towards them. He took a few jogging steps before breaking into a full run. The Doctor took the cue and started running again.

When Jack caught up with the wiry man, he laughed. "You owe me a trip to the nearest pleasure planet!"

"What? Why? Who was that?"

"The kid died twice. Didn't regenerate. I win! You so owe me!"

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"Jack Harbourne. Writes The World That Wasn't book series."

"Those were pretty good," Gwen said.

"The hero is a nameless man called Traveler. And the villain, also nameless, called the Emperor."

"Sounds a little too close to home," Martha said, looking to Jack.

He knew that look. "Add that to the curiosities stack," he said at last.

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"Why aren't we pursuing this? He knows about things no one is supposed to-"

"Orders from higher up," Jack said.

"You ARE higher up. Or was it-"

"Martha. We leave the Harbournes alone. They're on the shortlist, understood."

"But-"

"Do not aproach. Don't even observe."

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"There was a story when I was young. One I was told over and over again. The story of a man who was fire and ice, and who burned like the sun at the center of Time. A noble lord who longed for nothing more than adventure and the vastness of space." He smiled down at the cup between his hands. "Gramps told me such stories. Stories, he said, I could never tell mum."

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"John? Is that you boy?"

He nodded. "All grown up," he said, glancing back at the door where he knew a younger self had left just hours before. "And oh what a tale I have to tell you."

"You found him. That Doctor and his blue box?"

Again he nodded and pulled over a chair. "I did. But that's not the story I want to tell. I've been out there, gramps. I've seen strange galaxies and alien worlds and so many wonderful, terrifying things..."

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"Oh this... This isn't natural," he said. "This is, well... It's supposed to be impossible."

"What Doc?"

"There's... Now, I'm ecstatic that I've found this, but at the same time, I'm severely concerned."

"Well?"

He took off his glasses for dramatic effect. Whether he knew this or not made little difference, because it worked. "This sample contains Time Lord DNA."

"What?!"

"More specifically, my Time Lord DNA." He nodded, back to all business. "I'm going to need more time to anylize the samples, but this is definately not supposed to happen."

"You got me pregnant?!?!" Jack shouted, suddenly angry, but could do little more than sit there with his slightly bigger than normal stomach. "I thought you said-"

"Well, it's not exactly a science, you know. Plus, we did have a lot to drink."

"You had ONE banana daqueri! ONE!!!"

"And you had 17 hypervodkas and a shot of tequila. I'm suprised you're not pissing straight alcohol."

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"This is how it ends," he said. "It's always been how it ends. No matter what we do..."

Quin grabbed his hand. "You did your best."

"I'm sorry."

The American smiled. "I wouldn't spend the end of the universe any other way," he said. "Now, fancy a cup of coffee before we march to our deaths?"

"Yes please. Two sugars with a bit of that hazelnut creamer."

"All we've got is black."

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"I know you..." she said. He nodded.

"It's me mum. It's your Johnny."

"My head," she whimpered. "It burns."

"It's okay mum. I'm here. Everything's going to be okay. I'm going to help you."

"John..."

He looked up at Wilf with a sad smile. "Next time you see me..."

The old man nodded. "You look after her, you hear. You take good care of my Donna."

"I will," he said, wrapping her in his greatcoat before lifting her up some.

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There was a flash. Brilliant and blinding in the central work area of the Hub. When it subsided, a man stood with weapon raised, aimed straight at his head.

"Help me!" he shouted as the woman in his arms, wrapped in his coat, screamed savagely.

"Who-"

"Commander Harkness!" he snapped. "Help me get this woman to a cryo unit!"

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"Roland, what the hell!" Jack shouted.

"I'm sorry," JJ said, emerging from the morgue. "I didn't know what else to do. There wasn't any time."

"You did this?"

"No," he said.

"Donna Noble died, kid. She died 40 years ago. And now you're telling me-"

"40 years?" he said, staring at him in confusion. "Wait... we time jumped? Shit. I'll have to get this thing looked at again. Trust John to fuck up anything he touches..."

"What happened?" Jack demanded.

"She remembered. She remembered everything. I had to get her frozen before we lost her for good."

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"Your skin is so cold..."

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't be."

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"This is an altered world," he said. "One touched by the hands of gods, not men."

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"You and your companions," he said thoughtfully. "You're an odd lot. An angel, a demon, a mortal and... whatever you are."

The older man smiled and sipped his tea. "Is it so hard to believe? You're a walking corpse, married to an angel who, by the way did what no man should ever be able to do... twice. And you cavort with mortals all the time."

He nodded his defeat. "True. But your lot, you're different. I can't put my finger on it."

The other man continued to sip his tea. "We are bound by different rules than you and your's."

"How so?"

He grinned. "For one, we are more closely tied to this world than you are. We are more than what we seem, like you. However we can and do often die. God holds no power over us, because we serve no masters other than ourselves. Even Lucifer himself holds no sway in our dominion."

"Pagans," Al said at last with a nod of understanding. "And what dominion is that, may I ask?"

He set down his cup and wiped his mouth with one of the rather fancy looking cloth napkins on the table. "Purgatory, my old friend. Neither good nor evil. Only a state of perpetual balanced existence."

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"Dragons? Are you serious?"

"Is it really so hard to believe, Alabaster?"

"Now that I think about it.... YES!"

"And like being a demon prince from hell is much better?"

"Hey, at least I don't breathe fire," he replied.

"No. You just fuck anything that crosses your path."

"Oi! Not the girls!"

"Okay. Unless they're a girl."

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"Interresting..." the stranger said without lowering his sword. "I had not counted on another of my kind here."

"If I pull the trigger," Al said. "Will you get back up?"

"Yes."

"Which crown do you serve, swordsman?"

"I serve no crown," he spat out bitterly.

"Then I've no quarrel with you, sir." Al slowly lowered his weapon, but the stranger did not reciprocate.

"And you?" he said, pressing the blade's tip into his flesh. "Which crown do you kneal to?"

"I forfeit my crown, sir."

Navy eyes softened, and the sword was quickly sheathed. "My apologies, Lord-"

"No formalities," Al said, raising a hand. "Just call me Alabaster."

"Many like us I've cut down in my journeys. You are the first to encounter me and survive."

"There are others?"

He nodded. "Yes. But they are not of the peaceful mind. Most seek to destroy. Others... merely pawns of Lucifer's generals."

this is a change of pace. something my friend wrote, inspired by the announcement of Matt Smith as the 11th doctor. I thought it was so hilarious I'd share it with everyone. i'll be cross-posting this on xanga at some point in the next few days.

note: this was originally posted on Z's DeviantArt account.

enjoy.

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just some random dribbles from my Ripple Effect project. enjoy. n.n

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 "I see into your hearts, and your hearts look into me, and they see only an ending to your suffering. An ending to your pain and fear."
 JJ swallowed hard, and he stood, his sonic screwdriver poised and at the ready. His brother, his sister, each side by side with him. Standing between the Trickster and their allies. "Sonic settings to red," he ordered.
 Jenny smashed her thumb against the side of her sonic pistol. Medicus slammed his index finger against the pound key of his cellphone.
 "Pattern Omega-Theta-Pi!" he barked, and the three of them aimed in different directions. "Calculate point 002 degrees west Medicus. Jenny, south 2.9 degrees."
 "What are you doing?!" the Trickster wailed.
 "Jack, get these people out of here! NOW!"
 "James!" Quin shouted, reaching out for the time boy wonder, but Jack held him back.
 "Don't worry," JJ said. "I'll pop 'round for tea tomorrow, you'll see," he said. "Now RUN!"
 "Stop! I order you to come back!"
 "Not this time," Jenny said. "On three!"
 "One... Two..." Medicus counted off. JJ smirked.
 "Four!" he shouted.
 Jenny laughed. "Seventeen!"
 "Square root of Pi!" Medicus offered.
 "Three!" they shouted as one, each firing off a sonic blast in the strategic directions. The points of maximum destruction, JJ had calculated in his head.
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 He shook his head. "I can't do that. I was raised believing that there's a future for human kind. I know there is. If there weren't, I wouldn't..." he trailed off, looking at Jack with a weary expression.
 This boy was far older than Jack had been led to believe. He'd seen his share of battle and blood. And unlike all the others, it had only strengthened him in ways none could ever imagine. He wasn't 220 years old. How old was he? As old as the Doctor? Surely not. But much older than himself.
 "There's so much I want to tell you. But there's so much you can't possibly know and comprehend. I wish there was some way... some way I could..."
 "Do you have any Retcon?" Jack asked finally.
 The boy shook his head. "No. I can't do that. I won't. Not to you."
 "Just meeting you has-"
 The boy nodded, cutting him off with a hand over his mouth. "Don't say it," he said, giving Jack a forlorn expression. "If you say it, it might come true."
 JJ, he knew the consequences of crossing his almost-direct timeline. He knew what could happen. He could step out of his ship one day, and cease to exist. Or his ship could go hurtling through space, falling apart around him until he too faded into stardust and joined the legendary Astrid Perth on the cosmic winds.
 He'd been waiting his whole life for this moment, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he smiled at Jack and lowered his hand. "Just... When he comes back to Cardiff, and he will. He needs to refuel the Tardis. Make sure he stays over in the Hub for a night or two, would you? Order some pizzas, dig around in the archives and find things that haven't been properly labeled yet," he said. "For my sake, if not for anyone elses. Otherwise all of this." He indicated the Hub. Gwen sitting at her station, Ianto stopping by her to set a mug beside her keyboard. Martha diligently running from her station to the autopsy pit. And Mickey, trying his hand at learning the late Toshiko Sato's masterpieces. "All of this, will be for nothing."
 Jack nodded. He understood what the young commander meant. Though, how his existence would come about, he didn't enlighten on. Just, have the Doctor hang around for a while. Was pretty open-ended. Then again, Jack had a few ideas...
 JJ rose from the chair, picking up his coat. Easily distinguishable from Jack's now that the two had lain side by side. The Commander's was clean, yes, but faded slightly. Small repairs made over years of continuous use, and care, by its owner. Even, Jack noticed, a few additions to the lapels. Special badges, he guessed. One for UNIT. One for Torchwood, among countless others.
 He stood, rounding his desk as JJ slipped it over his arms with a contented sigh, as if being wrapped up in an old, comfortable lover he hadn't seen in years. "I'll go say bye to the lot, and collect Quincy from the boardroom," he said.
 "What about Ianto?" Jack asked as he went to one of the wall panes, peering out through the blinds at the official Torchwood coffee boy.
 "The temporal displacement has been neutralized. He is firmly established in this world's pattern of continuity. He shouldn't have much problem readjusting."
 "The psychic link?"
 "I've done the best I could, given the unique circumstances and what little knowledge I have on the subject. I have to thank you for that, by the way. If you hadn't bumped into yourself, I wouldn't have known what to do."
 Jack turned his head to look at him, raising his brow. "What?"
 "Oh... I suppose that hasn't happened for you yet. Well, not this you. Take my word for it," he said. "The Doctor was right. No one must ever cross their own timeline. Especially you. Put Donna in a right awful fit. Had to put her back in Containment to stabalize her."
 "That bad huh?"
 "Yeah," JJ said, stepping to him and offering his hand with a small smile. "It was an honor to finally meet you face to face."
 Jack took his hand, and shook it briefly before pulling him into a tight embrace, and kissing his forhead. Though they'd only met recently, and doubted they'd meet again given the young man's earlier conffessions, he felt he'd known him all his life.
 And in a way, he had known him. Part of him. That part which he rarely, if ever, let anyone else see besides...
 JJ pulled away, reaching for the door and smoothing out his coat with a small cough. "We've got to be going. Ianto will be having residual effects, but that will pass with time. The further we travel from Earth, specifically within his lifetime, the weaker it will get. It will always be there, but it will be burried in his subconcious, disguised as bad dreams and nightmares of strange alien planets and oddball adventures."
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note: the following is actually going to be turned into a short story about JJ the Time Boy pre-Torchwood

He took out his keyring and tried the lock.
 It wouldn't give.
 Frowning, he took a step back and looked around. This was the right house, wasn't it?
 Of course it was. He was just being daft. There was the same garden knome he'd tripped over when he was seven. And the bush that groaned and shook as he had walked by, greeting him in that strange way it had since they'd gotten it when he was three. The Laughing Bush, he'd called it when he was 5 when it snickered at his crude attempt at building his own skateboard.
 He shook his head and laughed to himself lightly under his breath, stepping to the door and trying his key again.
 And once again, it hadn't worked.
 Surely, she'd gotten his postcard, telling her he was comming home today.
 Maybe she forgot, as she often did, living the strange life she led.
 The boy decided to sit on the front stoop and wait. Maybe she'd been burgled, or something extraordinary had happened, and she'd had to change the locks while he was away.
 Just maybe that was it. Of course that was it. And this was the right house. He would just wait for her to come home. Maybe she was at the grocer, picking up some things for a surprise welcome home bash.
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 Hours ticked by. He'd been waiting all morning, and into the afternoon. It wasn't until the sun started to go down that someone noticed him, sitting there.
 A young girl, she couldn't have been more than 13, maybe 14 from the look of her. She had come running across the street just after getting home with her father. The boy watched her from where he was sitting at the door.
 She hadn't noticed him until she passed through the gate, and the Laughing Bush greeted her with it's usual shakes and groans.
 "Oh!" she exclaimed when she saw him.
 "Hi," he replied.
 She looked around, and sighed. "Darn. She must not be home yet." She looked to the boy and put a hand on her bag, tucking it back behind her, he noticed, slowly and carefully. "Uhm, excuse me?" she said.
 "Yes?" he replied.
 "I don't suppose you know if Sarah Jane is home yet?"
 He shrugged. "If she wasn't, she'd have let me in by now," he said with a smile. She gave him a strange look.
 "Well," she said, deciding that she didn't quite like the idea of a stranger hanging around her neighbor's door. "When she gets in, could you tell her I came by. I found something that I'm dying to show her," she said.
 He nodded. "And, who will I tell her came by?"
 "Just tell her the neighbor girl," she replied, and quickly ran off.
 He watched her cross the street, pulling out her cellphone as she went. He sighed and cracked his knuckles, shifted his position, and continued to wait.
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 She pulled up with her son to find a young man crouching in front her knome.
 "Mom?" Luke asked, pointing to the young man. "Who's that?"
 He was crouching with his back to them.
 "Wait here," she said, reaching for her purse. "If anything happens, you run across the way to Maria's."
 "But-"
 "No buts Luke. Just do it," she said sternly, taking out her sonic lipstick just in case. She got out of her car, and was careful to shut the door as quietly as she could.
 He had heard the car, but he did not rise. It was like a background noise to what he was currently focused on. A small lizzard, perched at the peak of the knome's red hat. He had made eye contact with it, and the two were staring one another down. And had been for the last 27 minutes and 49 seconds.
 He heard her get out of the car, and try to creep up quietly behind him.
 "Sarah Jane Smith," he said, slowly rising to his full height, breaking his concentration on the lizard. She stopped dead in her tracks. He whirled around with a smile.
 And she knew that smile. It was the same one she'd seen fifteen years ago.
 "James?!" she exclaimed, still holding her sonic lipstick out. He glanced at the pink LED light at the end and his smile faltered. He'd been on the business end of that device far too often.
 "Could you please put that away. It's giving me the heebie-jeebies just looking at it like that," he said, then looked past her to the other boy. "Starting an orphanage?" he asked with a raised brow.
 She glanced over her shoulder to the car. Luke was sitting with his hand on the doorhandle, ready to bolt like he'd been told. She smiled reassuringly at him. "It's safe to come out, Luke!" she shouted so he could hear her through the glass. "He's an old friend!"
 "Friend?" he asked with a pout. She laughed. "I see how it is," he joked, then went to his bag and picked it up. He didn't have much in the way of stuff. Just a few odds and ends. Toothbrush, a few changes of clothes, his old military school uniform, and three textbooks he'd picked up in a used bookstore around Warner Robins Airforce Base.
 She turned to him again, and opened her arms. He fell into them with a soft smile. "Welcome home," she said, stroking his hair gently.
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 "That girl from across the way came by today," he said, getting up to clear the table before Luke had a chance to get up and do it. He stacked all three plates neatly in a pile in the sink, and set all of the silverware on top.
 Luke's eyes grew wide with sudden excitement. "Mom," he said. "Maria found a box in the computer lab today."
 "Really?" she asked, taking a sip of her iced tea. She wasn't accustomed to its strong sweetness, but she didn't have the heart to waste it after James had been so kind to make it for them. "What sort of box is it?"
 "We don't know," he said. "But, it had these little grooves on it, and it's about the size of my thumb."
 "Was it sort of bronze colored, with tiny little bumps along the bottom?"
 Luke blinked and looked at him. He nodded slowly as James picked up the casserole dish that still had bits of lasagna in it. He set this, along with a bowl of green beans on the counter, and started looking for containers to store the leftovers in.
 "Yes. How did you know?"
 He was about to answer, but Sarah Jane interrupted him. "James... knows many things about alien technology," she said, trying to come up with something to add. "When he was a child, he used to rummage through the attic trying to find bits of them to take apart and play with rather than playing with his stuffed animals."
 "Oh, that was a laugh," he said, his American accent strong and thick. "Remember that one time I found your sonic lipstick and kept using it as a light sabre on the toaster?"
 She covered her mouth to hide a small laugh. "Yes. You kept burning the toast and didn't understand why it was happening," she said.
 "Yes, but-" Luke started, and broke off when Sarah Jane turned to him.
 "Luke," she said, noticing that he felt a little left out of the conversation. "Let's get to cups of cocoa and sit outside. You can tell me all about this strange little box while we look up at the stars."
 The boy's face brightened, and he rose from the table, taking his empty glass and Sarah Jane's half full one to the sink where James was already starting to wash the dishes. "We have a dishwasher."
 "I know," he said with a wolfish grin. "But the dishwasher and I don't agree with eachother."
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 "A piece of the temporal shift vortex jumper, specifically Dalekanian," he said, shaking his head.
 "Do you remember the widespread panic last year, with the strange planets in the sky?"
 He nodded. He remembered that very well. Every bone in his body had screamed for him to come home, to come back to Sarah Jane, and protect her. But he couldn't. Not when Daleks were roaming the streets, herding people together like cattle.
 He'd fought them. When many of his mates ran, he lashed together a few weapons, and he led a charge on the rolling trash cans that threatened his surrogate home town. He understood what she was getting at. "Scrap metal," he said. "From ones that the locals took down, right?"
 "Yes," she said. "But, there's not much to worry about it now."
 "But it's Dalek. It has to be destroyed."
 "I know how you feel, James, but-"
 "No," he said. "We need to destroy it. If it falls into the wrong hands, there's no telling what damage will happen, or how much."
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 She sat down beside him on the makeshift bed in the attic. "James," she said. "There's something I need to tell you."
 "I'm not human," he said. "I know. Part of me has always known."
 She wrapped a loving arm around his shoulders, and pressed her head against the side of his. He was still so young, but he was so brilliant. "Do you remember the day I took you in?" she asked.
 He nodded slowly, and she smiled, putting a hand on his in his lap. "It's fuzzy. I was so young, but yes. The man from the orphanage brought me here, and told me that you were going to take care of me."
 "That man wasn't from the orphanage," she said, sitting upright and turning so she could face him. She sat with one leg up on the bed, her foot hanging off the edge. "James, that man was the Doctor. He asked me to look after you for him."
 "Because I'm not human?"
 She shook her head. "No. Because he didn't want that kind of life for you. Traveling into danger as he does, he didn't want you to get hurt. You were so small, and he loved you a lot."
 He looked at her, tears welling up in his eyes. He didn't understand.
 She saw his lost expression, and she took his hand in both of her's, sqeezing it gently. "You remember all those stories I told you before bed, about the traveling Doctor and his adventures. They're true. All of them are true. And all of the stories I told you, they happened to me when I wasn't much older than you are now.
 "The Doctor is a wonderful man, James. And that wonderful man is your father. He didn't want you to have to live that life, and get hurt. You mean the world to him."
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 "We had heard this world was defended," the creature croaked. "But all we see are frail cattle suitable only for subjugation."
 "Subjugate this."
 It came from the shadows. The hot blaze of gunfire. The flash from the barrell lit up the dark space like a firecracker, and she saw his steely gaze.
 The creature howled, and turned it's head in a 180 degree to look back at him. From it's lips came a sound unearthly, unnatural. And from the wound in it's back was a sickly yellow puss, bubbling and gurgling into a fine misty vapor as it hit the oxygen.
 He stepped out, the light catching his form in such a way he looked as if something right out of a classic noir film. Held tightly in his hands was an odd device. He stood with his feet apart, the strap crossing his chest from his left shoulder to the makeshift rifle on his right.
 "Let the girl go, and I promise I'll end it slowly," he said, his hand flicking a switch on the right. It looked like an oversized hand-held hair dryer, now that she got a good look at it.
 The creature hissed, and he fired again, taking another step forward. His hand flicking the side of his weapon after each shot. She heard a click, and the creature leapt up high into the air with a frightening screech.
 "Get out of here! NOW!" he shouted as she crawled towards her gun. She didn't listen. Instead, she climbed to her feet as he scanned the area. "Shit," he said. "Lost her again."
 "That," she gasped, feeling her throat with her free hand. "Was a woman?!"
 "Hybrid species. A cross between a Luekanian and a Ridgeback. You're lucky she didn't rip your throat out."
 "A few seconds more," she said. "And it would have."
 He flicked a second switch, firing an emergency flare into the night sky. The air lit up brightly, and he scanned the heavens. It was gone, for now. He pushed his weapon to rest against his back, and heard the subtle click as she cocked her gun behind his back.
 "That won't do you any good," he said. "It's best you and your friends leave this one to me."
 "Who are you?" she demanded, choking back the throbbing ache in her neck as she changed her stance. Feet apart, and both hands wrapped around the human-made firearm. "Tell me who you are!"
 He shook his head, turning swiftly and knocking her off balance with a wave of his arm. His other hand reached for her gun, twisting her arms in a direction they were never meant to go, and easily disarming her. She staggered back, reaching for her back up service revolver.
 He held her gun up, dangling off his index finger and shook his head. "Torchwood is out of it's league here, little missy," he said.
 "UNIT," she spat.
 He knew the hostilities between the two organizations. There had always been a feeling of contempt between them, but they'd always cooperated in the past. Now, he knew, there was nothing but competition. If only Captain Jack had still been around... Maybe then they would have been kept in line, both of the groups.
 He didn't answer, not right away. That's all he needed, an accidental turf war between two groups of children with big powerful weapons. "No. But you'd best keep to your weevil hunting and investigative crime solving. Leave the alien invasions to me."
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 "He calls himself John Smith," he said, zooming in on the CCTV footage of the skirmish the night before.
 "Alias obviously," she muttered. "What else do you have for me?"
 "It's not an alias," O'Malley said, pulling up a second screen. "That actually is his name. Johnathan James Smith, raised in Ealing under the care of Sarah Jane Smith, a freelance investigative reporter who took part in the Medusa Dalek incident during the Harkness regime."
 "I see," she said. "Under the care, you say. He isn't her biological son?"
 "No mam," he replied, pulling on an LCD screen and moving it closer. "It says... I can't believe this. He was adopted in...1994. That would make him nearly 50 years old!" he exclaimed. "But there's a date of death for March 19th, 2010."
 "Impossible!"
 "A phantom?"
 She shook her head. "There's..." Her eyes grew wide as she was struck with an idea. "Bring up the records for the Medusa Dalek incident and anything you can on Sarah Jane Smith. Break into the UNIT files if you have to."
 "Yes mam," he said, setting to work.
 "We've got unauthorized Rift use in Bristol!" a woman's voice said on the intercom. "It's off the charts. Even Harkness is twitching from it!"
 "I'm on my way," she said, turning back to the technical specialist. "I want that info before the night is up."
 "On it," he said.
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 "John Smith," she said, raising her gun. "It was hard trying to track you down."
 He grinned. "I didn't have any doubt that Torchwood would find me," he said. "But you're in over your head. This isn't just petty Earth stuff anymore."
 "Really?"
 He nodded, reaching into his coat.
 "Hands where I can see them!" she barked, cocking her gun.
 "I'm just getting my credentials," he said, reaching at first for his psychic paper, but then chose instead his wallet. He pulled it from his pocket, and made sure she could see what he was doing. Flicking through the various cards, he found the one he'd chosen.
 "Torchwood Archival Institute," he said, holding it up for her to see. "Timeline Corrections Department," he said. "Go on, take it."
 She hessitated a moment, but seeing that he wasn't reaching for any weapons, and did as he was told by keeping his hands in sight, she sntatched it from him, looking the card over. "No such thing," she said.
 He sighed. "Of course not, not yet," he said. "I'm on a mission to track down and find Jack Harkness before the Leukanian assassins find him. Their goal is to use the Rift to engineer an invasion. Unfortunately, Captain Harkness is hooked up to it, and the resulting damage would be fatal to not just Earth, but this entire arm of the Galactic Spiral."

more of my random doctor who dribbly madness! featuring my created character Joe Theta Sigma "Medicus" Tyler, as well as a dribble inspired by my 2 fave youtube guys!

again, formatting sucks, and it's too late at night for me to bother fixing it. it was typed up in Notepad, like all of my dribbles are at first.

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 "So... why the name Medicus then?" Jack said, looking

down at the boy working the red TARDIS's controls like an old pro.
 "Well, mum, she called me Joe. How boring is that! Even

John Smith has more appeal. So, when I was old enough," he

explained, moving from one side of the controls to the other, glancing

at the screen. "I started writing a new name on my school papers.

The teachers, they all thought I was mad. But..." he said, looking up

at Jack with a grin. "Mum, she realized what I was doing. I wanted a

flashy name, one people would remember without ever remembering

me specifically."
 "Like the Doctor."
 "Mmhm. Exactly. For a while, I actually did use his

name, but mum, she was so mad at me. Told me to pick something

else. Never knew why till gran told me..." His voice dropped to just

above a whisper, but the boy perked up again, pushing his glasses up

his face. "So then! Where to? This baby's got more punch than the

old blue box."
 "And twice as bumpy a ride I'll bet," Jack said, leaning

back on the railing. He had to admit, the interior of the red booth

was a far more pleasing design than the blue box had been. The

control room was rounder, without those strange half-spheres on the

walls.
 "Well, the Doctor has always told me how great Gallifrey

was," Jack said, looking back at the red booth's pilot.
 "Oh no. We're not going there."
 "Why not?"
 He didn't answer. Instead, he forced a smile and

slammed his hand down on the controls. "Well, I'll set it to random,

see where we end up!"
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 "Joe Theta Sigma Tyler! You land that TARDIS this

instant!" a voice called from the screen.
 Jack blinked, looking down at it over the boy's shoulder.

"She looks plenty angry."
 "Well... we did leave her stranded on an uncharted

island."
 "Was your idea."
 "You encouraged it," he replied smugly, brushing Jack

away with a sigh. "Better do what she wants."
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 The doors burst open, and the middle-aged blonde from

South London stormed into the control room. "You have no idea the

trouble you're in, little man!" he snapped. "If your father could see

you-"
 "He's not here, is he?!" Medicus snapped back.
 "Hey hey... I'm all up for a good shouting match, but let's

be reasonable here. How were we to know you lost your key."
 "Stay out of this!" the pair of Tylers barked at him,

turning their attention once more back on each other.
 "Your father-"
 "Enough about him! He's not here, he'll never come back

and you know it!"
 "This isn't about him, it's about you and your total

disregard for the laws of physics!"
 Jack's eyes went back and forth between the two, as if

he were sitting in the stands of a tennis match. The pair continued

shouting at one another, each raising their voice higher to be heard,

to get in the last word.
 After they both had shouted to the point their throats

started to give out on them, Jack spoke up. "Look. What's done is

done, let the boy be. It's not his fault. It was an accident, really."
 "Oh, and you're one to talk about accidents."
 "How many companions do you think he's had over the

years, mum? You're not the first, and even Jack knows you're not

the last."
 "Hey, leave me out of this one," Jack said, holding up his

hands and giving a charming smile.
 "You're not hte only one he's ever _been_ with mum.

You're just the first one he's knocked up. He's over 900 years old

for christ's sakes!"
 It was then Rose reached out, and for the first time in

both their lives, she slapped him hard across the mouth. "Don't you

_ever_ talk about him like that again. He's your father. Show a little

respect, even if he's not here to see it."
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 "How many regenerations left, Doctor?"
 "Two more. If I'm careful..."
 "You, careful?" he said in a mocking tone, resting his

hand on the scrawny man's hip. "You walked out of the TARDIS in

the middle of a gang shoot out. You don't really have the best of

luck."
 "Hey, at least it wasn't as pointless as falling off a

building."
 "Been there," he replied. "Done that. Doesn't hurt as

much as people think."
 "Don't joke," the Doctor said, turning his head to nuzzle

against the American's shoulder. "Are you really going to take his

offer?"
 "I'm considering it," Jack said, sliding his hand up his

noble lover's side and down his back. "Can't say it's not been on my

mind lately."
 "You should do it," he said quietly.
 "And possibly never come back?" Jack mused. "How

would I ever forgive you for letting me get away like that?"
 "It's for the best. Here, you're a fact in time. You can't

die. You'll live forever, and probably be floating in the void once all

the stars die, and the universe fades. But there..."
 "There's a chance that what she did to me can be fixed."
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 "What?!" he exlaimed, watching the boy as he ran

around in circles at the TARDIS controls, pressing buttons and

slamming the mallet down against a circuit board.
 "What?!" he exclaimed again. "This isn't a daycare!

Who's child is this!"
 "If he wasn't your son, I'd swear he'd have ADHD,"

came a voice.
 He had just picked up the teenager by the scruff of his

neck, as if he were a kitten, and was ready to drop him off the

platform. "What?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at the woman

standing in the doorway. His expression of confusion changed in

seconds, and he became one of suprise and shock.
 "Rose..."
 "Doctor," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Would you mind?"
 "Mind what?" he asked, then looked to the kicking

teenager he still held to the side. "Oh! Right!" he said, dropping the

boy to his feet.
 "So," he said, suprised and shocked to be seeing her

here, if at all. "How's Mickey?"
 "He's fine," she said. "I've had enough. He's regenerated

eight times already. I can't handle him anymore. It's your turn."
 "Oh no! I don't do domestic!"
 "You _will_ do domestic."
 "Hey Doc!" came a voice. Rose looked up to see Jack

Harkness, wearing a pair of dark blue sweat pants, and looking

particularly... toussled. "You comming back or what?" Jack

scratched across his stomach with a yawn. A yawn that turned into

an audible yelp when he saw that they were not alone in the

TARDIS.
 "Jack!"
 "Rose!" he exclaimed back. "It's not what it looks like!"
 "Really?" the Doctor said, blinking at him. "Looks to me

like you finally woke up."
 "There's... no. No no no no no no," she said quickly.

"Just, no."
 "There's a reasonable explanation for this!" the Doctor

offered cheerfully. "We were on the planet-"
 "I don't care. I just need a few months peace. You take

Medicus, and actually be a father for a change. I need a vacation,

without the hyperactive timey-wimey boy!"
 "Hey! That's not fair! Mickey and I were going to a

match this weekend!"
 "No. You're not. You're going with your father. Have

fun. Try not to get killed." She looked at her child's father with a

knowing look. "And he'd better have the same face when you bring

him home, is that clear?"
 "Yes mum," the Doctor said with a laugh. "We'll

behave."
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 "What is that thing?" he asked, looking at the creature

curiously.
 "He's not a thing," the Doctor explained. "He is an Ood."
 "Man... haven't seen one of these things since I was a

kid," Jack said, scratching his chin.
 "Ood, what are you doing way out here so far from the

Ood Sphere, eh?"
 "Blue bos. The Doctor. Friend," the Ood said, giving a

nod. "Where is the Donna?"
 "Home. But you didn't answer my question."
 "I'll make it talk," Jack said, reaching for his gun. The

teenage Time Lord stopped him. "He's completely harmless. Look at

him."
 "I've seen what they're capable of," Jack said. "Better

not take any chances."
 "Stop it Jack. He's not going to go red eye on us." The

Doctor smiled, turning back to the Ood. "Tell me, why are you so far

from home, Ood?"
 "We were sent to find the Doctor Donna."
 The Doctor glanced at Jack, who was eyeing the Ood

suspiciously. Medicus was just walking circles around it, trying to

take it all in. "You said we. How many others are here?"
 "I am the last one," he said as he held his translator ball

outward towards them. "We looked across the galaxy for the Doctor

Donna. The Doctor Donna can help us."
 "Doctor?" Jack said, not liking the situation one bit.
 The Doctor held up his hand to silence him. "No, it's

okay. The Ood are peaceful by nature."
 "But-"
 "I cured them, me and Donna. There's nothing to worry

about now," he insisted.
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note: this dribble was inspired by Tony Coburn and Thomas Reyes

-Kaye's alternate takes on the Doctor and David Tennant, treating

them often as one and the same, with no distinguishing bits between

the actor and the character he plays on TV.
*check out their youtube channels for some really funny stuff!
Tony = http://youtube.com/timelordfromhell
Tom = http://youtube.com/themastercrevasse

IF THEY WERE REAL: BIT ONE

 "Oh my God! It's David Tennant!" a girl screamed.
 "Oh no. Not again," the Doctor said, grabbing Martha

by the hand.
 "Whoa!" she exclaimed as he pulled her behind him, into

a run.
 "Don't ask! Just keep running!" he shouted, glancing

back over his shoulder to see a mob of teenage girls following them.
 "Martha! Up there!" he shouted, stopping long enough to

point up to a fire escape.
 "How are we going to climb that thing?!" she exclaimed,

pointing to the ladder that wasn't quite all the way down.
 "Hurry! He's getting away!"
 "I don't have time for this!" he shouted, reaching up and

messing up his hair. "Over there! We'll hide in the bin then!"
 "In the bin?!"
 "Yes, the bin! Come on!" the Doctor barked, dragging

her along behind him into an alley.
 "Can't we hide behind it?"
 "Oh no. These fangirls are clever. Very clever." He let go

of her hand and flung open the lid. He didn't even offer to let Martha

go first, and dove right in.
 "You want me, to get in there, with the trash," she said,

the screaming fangirls voices could be heard comming closer.
 "Yes, now come on before they see you!" he said in a

panic, reaching out and grabbing his current companion by her

jacket, trying to pull her in with him.
 She brushed his hands off and sighed. She pulled herself

up and swung her legs over the side of the bin. The Doctor rose up

and grabbed the lid, pulling it down over them.
 "It stinks in here," Martha complained.
 "Shh... not a sound," he whispered to her.
 He could hear the trample of the herd outside their

current little safe house.
 "Who's there?" a voice snapped in the dark. Martha

shrieked in suprise, and the Doctor clung to her arm rather tightly.
 "Hey, speak up," the voice said after clearing it's throat.
 "My god. We're about to be cut up and killed by a

homeless man," Martha said worriedly.
 "No no no no," the Doctor said, keeping his voice down

and searching his pockets for something. His fingers skipped over his

sonic screwdriver for a change, deciding it would be far too loud and

would give off their hiding place.
 Instead, he found a little torch light keychain he'd found

under the TARDIS console earlier that morning. Quickly, those long

delicate fingers tightened the head of the torch, and the little light

came on. He flashed it over the opposite end of the bin.
 "Jack?!" the Doctor shouted. Martha clamped a hand

over his mouth that smelled faintly of overripe bananas. When she

took her hand away, he made sure he spoke much quieter.
 "What are you doing in here?"
 "Hiding from the fangirls," he replied. "They think I'm

some John Barrowman guy." He raised a brow at the Doctor, who

still had one hand clinging to Martha's arm in a death grip. "And why

are you two hiding in here?"
 "David Tennant," Martha replied nonchalantly, prying the

Doctor's hand off her arm.
 "Well, at least this time they didn't call me Barty

Crouch."
 "Another David Tennant reference I'm assuming,"

Martha said.
 "Of course. You didn't see that movie? He managed to

pull off the crazy wizard so well," Jack said.
 "Don't remind me," the Doctor muttered.
 "Do you think they're gone now?" Martha asked.
 The Doctor and Jack both nodded, and the Doctor lifted

the lid just enough to peer out of the darkness of the bin.
 Suddenly, the lid was thrown open, and Martha and the

Doctor scrambled into Jack's corner to avoid having a body drop

down onto their heads.
 "Master!" Martha shouted in suprise. Jack clamped his

hand over her mouth. It smelled of old pizza.
 "Fangirls think you're John Simm again?" the Doctor

asked, shining the tiny torchlight onto his nemesis.
 The master shook his head and sighed. "Worse," he

replied. "This time it's the fanboys. They're still mad because

apparently John Simm isn't in the sequel to Life on Mars"
 "Really?" Jack asked, a hint of dissapointment in his

voice. "And I really liked that show too."

these are all dribbles using a character i created called Medicus Tyler. Medicus is latin for Doctor, and the kid's last name is Tyler, so it's obvious who his parents are.

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"So... let me get this straight..." he said, looking from his mother to the American. "Mum slept with dad, and she ended up having a baby, me. Dad's married to the Yank." He looked straight at Jack as he said the word, and shook his head. "The Yank's sleeping with the coffee boy, who's still in love with his dead cyberman-"

"Cyberwoman," Jack corrected, glancing at Ianto with a wink.

"Yeah. Whatever. Dead cyberwoman girlfriend."

"Well..." the boy's father said, ruffling his hair a bit with an embarrassed grin. "That's pretty much it."

The boy sighed and shook hsi head again, putting a hand to his face. "And Mickey thought he had problems..."

"Oh yeah! Mickey! How's he doing lately?" the Doctor said excitedly.

"Hello," Rose said, holding up her hand to show once again the golden wedding band.

"Oh, right," the Doctor said. "The ball and chain."

Rose elbowed him in the side, which earned an elbow in her side from Jack. It was like a game of violent dominoes.

"See," the Doctor said, rubbing his side with a groan. "This is why I don't do domestic."

"That's not what you said back on Barcelona," Jack said under his breath.

"The dogs with no noses!" Rose exclaimed, causing a laugh from all three of them.

The boy drew in a deep breath and turned his back on the childish adults. He pushed up his spectacles, and decided it would be best to ask the Master to help him with his plans, considering he was only one maniac compared to three of his four parental units at the moment.

"I'm definately going to need therapy at some point..." the boy muttered as he left the TARDIS, with Rose giggling insanely about the dogs with no noses on the planet Barcelona.

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"You know... this doesn't really make sense."

"I'm the Doctor, it doesn't have to make sense."

"True," the boy replied. "But have you ever wondered... You've seen the Face of Boe. In a couple billion years, do you really think you'll be happy to be sharing a bed with big face?"

"Oh, by that time the Face of Boe is all by himself, so I don't have to worry about that."

Rose was deep in thought as she listened to the Doctor and their son argue this point out.

"So, you see, in the end, it just doesn't make any sense at all," Medicus pointed out again.

"Yes, but-"

"Doctor," Rose said solemnly. "You two are pretty much married now, but in the future, the Face of Boe is alone. Did you stop long enough to think about what that says about you in the future?"

The Doctor considered this a moment, biting his lip in thought before ruffling his hair a little. "No, but I hardly see how that matters right now. This is the present, or, it will be when we get back to it."

"She has a point, dad. The face of Boe is by himself by that time. You're a Time Lord, so pretty much you should be there, in the future, too, right? I mean, you don't really die, you just regenerate."

There was a long silence as the three of them considered this, and what it could possibly mean.

"By the time you met the Face of Boe, Rose, the Doctor was long dead," Jack said loud enough for all three of them to hear.

Startled by his sudden words, Rose turned around. "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough," Jack said bluntly.

"What do you mean... long since dead?" Medicus asked, a little confused.

The Doctor grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh really?... Who said I'd let you off the hook that easy?"

Jack laughed. "Hey, I- I mean, he told me what happened. I can't say a damn word about it."

"Come on, Jack! You could at least tell me how it happens," the Doctor said, giving him a pouty look.

"Nope. Can't say. I promised myself. Literally."

"You can tell me, right?" Rose said.

"Nope."

"So why'd you tell yourself?" Medicus prodded.

Jack laughed. "Well, who else am I going to trust important information like that to? Couldn't tell Rose, it'd make her primative brain explode."

"Hey! I resent that!"

"I knew you would," he chuckled. "Couldn't tell the Doctor, since he's the one that dies and all."