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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."

 

more dribble! AU of my usual AU! so i'm calling the new AU "AUReboot" because it utilizes a plot element wherein Commander James Harkness has reset time much in the same fashion as the Doctor and Co. did in "Last of the Time Lords" n.n

enjoy!

also..... most of it, if not all of it, is NOT in chronological order. good luck making sense of that one!

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 "Don't."
 "Don't what?"
 "Squeeze the Ood. You really, REALLY don't want to do that."
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 "So it comes to this..."
 "You know you can't kill me Gabriel. Others can get out of my range, but you never will!" he shouted, flinging balls of fire which Sylar easily deflected to the side.
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 "I'm a Mimic."
 "You can absorb others' abilities?" Ando asked.
 He shook his head. "No, but I can copy them. Use them, for a while at least."
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 "Your power, you'll find, doesn't work on me Hatian," he said, grinning. "Just like right now, I can't use it on you."
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 "Why aren't we affected?"
 "Because none of us are part of this universe. We're all outsiders," she said. "Quin and I are from a parallel world. Owen and Tosh died eons ago. Their deaths created a varriant universe where Lowry, Brijit, and Mirren were born. And you, you're not even supposed to exist. None of us are part of this universe," she repeated. "The changes he's made are part of another timeline, one so distant from the threads of our indivitual streams. The only reason WE exist, is because of you. And you exist outside of time itself."
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 "But if I... if I go through with it, it'll change the course of history. All of you will-"
 Quin stared deep into his eyes, putting a hand on each side of his face and giving his best smile. The smile reserved only for moments like this, moments of doubt. "You've shown me so many impossible, wonderful things. We've fought monsters and saved hundreds, thousands of alien worlds. You even got me to appreciate tea a little more. If you'd told me six years ago I'd be saving the universe every day and fielding 911 calls from the planet Valkar, I'd have said you were more than insane. You were absolutely off your rocker."
 "Quincy, I can't. Don't you understand?" He pulled away, falling deeper into his self doubt, deeper into the misery such a decision placed on his shoulders. "I can't lose you. Not again."
 "You taught me there's so much more to life than a new flavor at Starbucks. Time doesn't matter unless you choose to do something extraordinary with it. And the universe is more important than a little teaboy from planet Earth."
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 "I hadn't pictured you for domestic."
 Jack laughed. "This is a one in a million chance, Doc. The kind of life we lead isn't meant for a kid."
 "And what are you planning to do if you bump into you?"
 "I've thought about that. New identities, new city. If worst comes to worst, a crate full of Retcon and we'll move to a new continent."
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 "I could always ask you to stay," the immortal said. "But I know it won't make any difference. You'll keep travelling. And the universe will always need you."
 "Jack-"
 His mouth widened into that perfect smile of his that only became more charming with time. "But when I call you, you'd better come running. And you'll have to visit as often as possible. Every birthday, every Christmas. Unless, of course, you're needed to stop another invasion, war, killer Christmas tree, that sort of thing."
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 "That's all well and good Jack, but what will you tell him when he's older? Or when he puts two and two together and wants to know why he learns humans only have one heart but he's got two?"
 He shrugged. "If he asks, I'll tell him the truth. If not, then I won't bother."
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 "Dad?"
 "Yeah Jack?" the boy's father asked, looking up from his plate to see his son's scowl of heavy thought. "What's on your mind?"
 "Well..." he started, scratching the back of his neck. "We're... we're doing a project in history class. We have to make a family tree."
 "Oh," he replied, knowing where this was going.
 "But I don't know anything about our family 'sides you and me. And that grandpa and grams are dead... Oh, and Uncle John on mom's side."
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 "Sorry," he said, closing the door behind him. "My dad's so overprotective. This one time, when we were living in London, the science club took a trip to the Cardiff museum. I had to call him every hour else he'd call me. It was so embarrassing."
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 He took his eye away from the telescope, blinking a few times to get it to refocus on the bag of cookies between them. "Someday, I'm gonna go up there. I'm gonna step on all sorts of new worlds and-"
 "You're going to be an astronaut?"
 He nodded.
 His friend laughed, punching him hard in the arm. "Nerd."
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 "Dad, did you ever get the feeling you were meant to do something extraordinary? Be more than just an antique collector?"
 He smiled. It was a secret smile, the boy knew. The one he'd seen his dad use when his friend came to visit. "Dad?"
 "Jack," he said. "There's something you need to see."
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 "You can't tell anyone. Not even your friends. And especially not your friend Drake."
 "I don't get it. If I can do these things, and got these extra parts, I should be out there helping people, saving the world."
 "No."
 "But dad!"
 "Jack, trust me. There are people out there that would use you. And some that would study you. Worse still, there's a few that won't stop and thing before killing you." He sighed, putting his hand on his son's shoulder.
 "Why?"
 "Because we're different than everyone else. That's why."
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 "What is this? A trick? A hologram?"
 "No trick, Captain," he said grinning. "Well, sort of one. Perception filters are great things. Simple, but effective."
 There was a loud crash in the far back of the shop, followed by a shout. "Dad!"
 The antique broker sighed softly. "Kids. Always breaking everything." He laughed, turning his head towards the door to the back ."Be there in a minute Jack!"
 The captain stood at the counter, staring at him. "I.. You have a son?"
 He nodded, ringing up the items. "And no, you can't see him. Wouldn't be good with the whole knowing your future thing. You won't remember this anyway. Not this shop. You'll do the right thing and Retcon yourself when you get back to the hotel. I've taken the liberty to write up a cover story and put it in the bag. Gwen will love it, by the way. At least until Rhys donates it to the Cardiff Historical Society.
 "DAD!" the boy's voice came again. "A little help! Rose keeps trying to eat the glass!"
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 "This is..."
 "Bizzare."
 "I was going to say weird. Didn't see myself as a dog person. Always liked cats myself."
 "Don't forget pterydactyls," the older Captain replied, stooping down to give the golden retriver a treat before scratching her behind the ears. "She was a present for Jack when he turned 8. Important number from what I understand."
 The older man saw something in his younger self's face before it was quickly hidden away behind a business fascade. Something he'd said caused something else to come to mind. As if a piece were falling into place but also leaving a gap somewhere else...
 "About this whole you and me thing," he said, his tone changing to a more playful one. "As much as I've always thought the idea was a kinky one, we both know two of us in the same place is a bad idea."
 "You're the one that came from the UK buddy," he said. "I've been getting along find here with Jack and Rose."
 "Rose?"
 "The dog," he said, scratching the retriever's ears again.
 "This isn't a grandfather paradox situation is it? You, here, raising a kid. The Boshane Peninsula is a human colony. Humans from THIS planet."
 "It's not like that. This is temporary. As soon as the mothership comes back, and Jack's finished college, we're heading out."
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 "How old are you?"
 "You're-"
 "No. I meant... You. What year did you come back from?"
 "A long, long way off," he replied. "But you didn't find me again for a chat over coffee. You need information and answers, which is why you've put Retcon in my coffee. And I need something from you, which is why I haven't taken a single sip."
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 "I can't give specifics. Not about everything. But the Doc is going to tell you about a kid. Do NOT under any circumstances let him puzzle it out. Don't let him try and see what it's about. Don't even let him stay on that subject. You'll know what I mean when it happens."
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 "Is he..."
 "We don't know. Cuts and bruises heal relatively fast. But there's no telling which side he gets it from," the antique dealer said. "We're hoping the time we find out never comes."
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 "This is ridiculous. Why are we here?"
 "There's a young man I want to recruit."
 "Fresh out of highschool, sir? You have got to be kidding."
 "He's a computer genius that plots astronomical charts for a hobby. We need a new one of those."
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 "Hi. Captain Jack Harkness. This is my collegue Ianto Jones," he said, offering his hand.
 The newly graduated young man laughed. "We were starting to wonder when you'd show up. You're late, by the way. My parents warned me you might try to drag me into your secret alien busters club."
 "Smart people."
 "Not interrested. I mean, it's great. Brilliant what you people do. Thanks, by the way, for covering for the Doctor last Christmas. But it's not for me. I'm going to university, get a flat with my best mate, and maybe, if I'm lucky, blast off into space."
 "We can provide that," Ianto said.
 "That's cheating. Besides, if I wanted the easy ticket, I'd call my uncle. He's got a big blue box."
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 Jack sighed, setting down his cup. "He's started asking questions. I don't think the lies are cutting it anymore."
 The Doctor nodded as he toiled away with his latest toy. "How old his he now?"
 "17."
 The Doctor nodded again. "Tell him the truth."
 Jack laughed. "He'll think I've finally gone nuts."
 It was the Time Lord's turn to laugh. "He's a bright kid. Knows he's not all human. He'll understand."

the title is deliberate, and i won't explain on it at all. it's a little joke for me to know and readers to figure out.

this is yet another fanfic idea, though this one ties together 2 fandoms of mine - Doctor Who/Torchwood and Heroes. It's not just an idea for a single fanfic though. It's more of a "both of these take place in the same universe because..." type of things. Some Heroes may or may not directly interact with agents of Torchwood or aliens. Then again, some time travelers may find themselves picked up by The Company because they seem to have super human abilities. And, Mohinder Suresh may discover that the Torchwood holding cells are not the best place to plead his case of humanity.

I don't really know what direction the ficverse might take. but i digress, sort of.

The premise behind this is actually based on the new ending of my original Torchwood-Time Lord fanfic, which I won't be saying the end of. But it's... trust me, it's convoluted enough to make sense when the original story gets to that point.

Anyway, all that's needed to know is that it takes place in roughly 2010-2015, that general time period. (With the 2012 Olympics taking place in London, England.)

Series wise, takes place after Torchwood Series 2 and Gwen/Jack/Ianto's appearance in Doctor Who Series 4. Heroes, it takes place after Season 3, Volume 4 (ignoring the prelude of Vol. 5).

BASIC PLOT IDEA: Torchwood find themselves out of their depth when confronted with their first evolved human. And The Company find themselves at a loss of what to do when a seemingly normal sci-fi writer happens to have predicted in his novel the date of an alien invasion down to the very second... without having any of the genetic markers calling him an evolved human.

Gwen Cooper-Williams and Martha Jones-Milligan set out across the Atlantic in search of answers when their captive, and their Captain dissapear. What they find is, well... they certainly weren't expecting the president of the United States to go AWOL and slice people;s heads open, that's for sure.

 

WHO/TORCH OCs include:

Jack Harbourne - former police detective turned sci-fi novelist. has a quick wit and a touch of good old fashioned ADHD.

Quincy Verta - a 911 emergency dispatcher as well as a temp (note: created by my friend Tuttle)

Rose - Jack's golden retriever his uncle gave him when he turned 8 years old.

HEROES OCs include:

Dorian "D.G." Gray - 1/2 brother of Sylar/Gabriel Gray, on their father's side. Doesn't know he has a brother. Is younger (obviously) than Sylar. Has the natural abilities of mimicry and limited remote viewing. has the aquired ability of precognition. is a horror novelist, but also loves to write 9th Wonders fanfiction.

RENAMED WHO/TORCH CHARACTERS:

Jack Harkness (circa 3000AD) - going by the name Jimmy Harbourne and running an antiques shop which specializes in WW2 Allied Forces memorobilia and various other curiosities.

The Doctor (11th) - going by the name Dr. John Smith, and is "surrogate uncle" of Jack Harbourne.

MISC. HEROES CHARACTERS

Hiro Nakamura - still has his power to stop/slow and start time, he chooses not to use it because it causes him physical harm. becomes in the course of the universe the Doctor's companion (for a short time)

Sylar/President Nathan Petrelli - Sylar was presumed dead, his body burned to ash. in reality, he was forced to become Nathan Petrelli, and as such later was elected President of the US. unfortunately, his darker, real self begins to re-emerge.

Matt Parkman - because seriously, he's fucking awsome.

The Hatian - because I want to write a scene where the Hatian can't use his ability, and gets Hatianed XD

The Bennets - mainly because I want to use Lyle and not Clair or Noah/HRG as much.

i'll be using other characters in this ficverse, of course. it's just a rough list of who i'd like to put in a room with who. (in all honesty, I think a dying match between Claire Bennet and Jack Harkness would be fucking AWSOME!!! but that's just me.)

i don't have a set continuity for this ficverse. it's just a loose side project for when i get writers block on my TW-TL series. kinda like... my playground for random ideas that won't work in an established and outlined preplanned story. n.n

a bit of a preview for my fanfic project.

enjoy.

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Excerpt from Act 1, Part 3, Chapter 9.

 "Well, this was a laugh and a half," Dr. Cowan said, chewing on a bit of

plastic. He'd run out of patches ages ago. Chewing on plastic kept him sane despite the

way it grossed out his teammates.
 Dr. Angelica Gladys Nall sighed, taking off her glasses and folding them

neatly. They were dropped onto the table, bouncing just a bit on the papers strewn out

before her. "I just don't understand it. The geographical maps are completely wrong."
 He dropped his shoes to the dirt floor and let the plastic hang from his

mouth as he thought. "I took those readings before we ever touched down. There's no

way the entire planet could have gone into lithospheric shift in less than 36 Standard.

Not on such a scale this late in T-Form." The plastic length bounced as he talked, and

Nall found it hard to surpress her smile as she was reminded once again how childish

the youngest of her team always seemed to be, even when talking science.
 But supress it she did. "How else can you explain the complete lack of

continuity among the maps and the physical landscape? Either you misread the

computers, or-"
 "Or we overshot the landing zone by 300 klicks due north," came a third

voice. It was heavy, somewhat nasally as the man it belonged to spoke. "Either way,

we're up shit creek without a paddle."
 "Harry, there's no need to be so pessimistic," Cowan said, grinning around

his piece of plastic before gnawing on it again. What he wouldn't do for a good smoke

right then.
 "How about you stop bitching and get some sleep?" a man's voice called

from outside the tents. They saw his silluette against the thin sheeting that served as

their protection against the elements. That shadow cast off by the firelight outside,

flickering as it played over the sheeting, making their guard's figure all the more

frightening than he had looked in the daylight.
 "I fucking hate camping..." that same voice was heard to say a few moments

later. "Especially with a bunch of-"
 "Oh shut it. That's the same argument you gave the last time we went

camping. And the time before that. We're unique. The only race in the universe that

goes camping. You should be proud of that heritage." It was a woman's voice. A hint

of amusement in her words as she stifled a small laugh.
 "Oh no, you're not going all Captain on me again," the man snapped. "I

fucking hate camping, and there's nothing you can say to change my mind about it."

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FOOTNOTES

"The only race in the universe that goes camping." - Reference to the Torchwood series 1 episode "Countrycide".

lithospheric shift - technobable; phrase used to describe the movement of tectonic plates which reside in the lithosphere layer of the Earth.

36 Standard - 36 is the number of hours; standard in this instance represents a standard earth hour (60 minutes)

T-Form - shorthand geekspeak for "terraforming" and "terraformation"

These have been posted over on my xanga, but for those who don't read it or see it, here's the links I've got to share.

1 - Torchwood-Time Lord - my new fanfic now has a new chapter up. a day late, but hey, it was Easter! i was busy with WHO related things that required my full attention and focusing of my eyeballs. there, with that shameless self promotion out of the way.... on to the next order of business...

2 - Sorcery, UNITed, Independence, Space - an AWSOME fanfic. i really can't stand Harry Potter, but this was actually pretty damn cool. It takes place the summer right after Order of the Phoenix, and guess what, it's got motherfuckin UNIT.... AND.... THE BRIG! that's right, i said it. UNIT and the Brig. and Harry joins up. it's told mostly from Harry's side of the situation, so it's mostly HP and not so much DW. but hell, if I could read it without falling asleep... that says a lot. (if the link didn't work, copy and paste this one: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2927471/1/Sorcery_UNITed_Independence_Space)

3 - if you haven't seen these guys, you should. Sebastian Bird, Thomas Rhys-Kaye, and Tony Coburn each do their own fantastic BRILLIANT takes on the Doctor. Each do wonderful impressions but also have their own Doctor Who adventures. check them out.

Chapter 1 of Act 1 is posted.

Brief Summary: The Commander and his assistant are having lunch when they are interrupted by Medi, one of the Archive researchers. The Commander also misses an important meeting with some scientists.

Currently, I've got 2 "active" projects and a third one about to launch.

Firstly, http://akkadian-blade.vox.com/, Akkadian Blade, an alternate and much more fresh take on my original novel series, which I've decided NOT to publish after all, will be done on there. The page is there, but there's no content... Yet. That one is the "about to launch." Once I've finished the timeline/outline, and hammered out a decent update schedule, this one will start.

Secondly the active projects. I've just started this one, http://torchwood_timelord.xanga.com, Torchwood Time Lord, a fanfic project with currently 4 planned "Acts" and one interlude. It has 3 groups of main characters, that switches teams from time to time. Won't give many spoilers yet other than in that universe... There's Time Lords running Torchwood in the future, and there's something funky going on with Daleks and the Rift. This one will update weekly on Sundays. Currently, there is only the Prelude up, which I posted this last Sunday.

The second "active" project is this: http://melancholia-dragonflies.net/stories/fanfic/tdkh_S3.html, The Secret Diaries of Torchwood Archive Personel. This one is just a random little funny thing I started for a laugh. Most of it (so far) is told from the future Torchwood Archive Director's timeline, with a bit from the Doctor's daughter Jenny.

Well, that's really it.

this is the beginning of a crack!ficlet wherein all of Sci-Fi is actually real, it just doesn't actually take place on Earth most of the time, even though some shows claim it does.

anywho, Tardis in a bathroom. I have no idea why I thought it was so damn funny. but it is.

enjoy.

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 Mark was sitting in his kitchen, just about to enjoy a nice hot cup of

coffee before finishing his term paper when he heard a strange noise comming

from his bathroom.
 Now, it was a rather old appartment building. And he was paying

practically dirt-cheap rent, so hearing strange noises in any of the rooms wasn't all

that odd to begin with.
 At first, he thought it must have been his phone, since his ring tone

sounded like an engine from his favorite television show. He turned around in his

little plastic chair and snatched his phone from the counter, flipping it open.
 No new calls. No messages. Nothing.
 Then, he heard the sound again. Staring at his phone, he blinked in

confusion before looking around. Maybe he'd left his computer on in the other

room. After all, he was a complete nerd, and did like to change the music and

sounds on the old desktop just because he knew how.
 He was passing by his bathroom on his way to the small room in the

back he'd claimed as his bedroom when he heard a voice, muffled by the old

door.
 He shook his head, deciding he was just hearing things. If his

roommates were home, they would no doubt tease him for his little patch of

paranoia.
 He continued on to his room, checking his computer. No, it wasn't

that. It was actually turned off. It wasn't his phone, computer, not even his CD

player with burned music and sound effects. Laughing at himself, he sighed and

turned, heading back to the kitchen.
 When he passed the bathroom door, it swung open and the initial

shock of surprise nearly gave the poor young man a heart attack.
 "Ah! That's better!" the man exclaimed. "Though why we landed in the

bathroom is anyone's guess..." He looked up and down the hall, then noticed the

young man with his hand pressed against the wall for support.
 "Oh, sorry mate. Didn't see you there. How could I, the door was

closed."
 "I... You scared the hell out of me," he said, then silenced.
 "Terribly sorry. I'm the Doctor by the way, and you are?"
 "Mark," he said. Then after catching his breath, Mark's brain kicked

into overdrive as he stared at the man in the suit who was standing in the doorway

of his bathroom. "You're... you're... real? But... It's just a show!"
 He nodded, then bit his lip in thought. This wasn't the first time he

bumped into this kind of problem. He probably should have expected it. "Well..."

he said. "Most of it. The scriptwriters embellished a lot, to give it some drama,

and had to tone down the action a little. They had an hour to fill, and couldn't put

in every little detail."
 "But how? You're a character! Fiction!
 The Doctor smiled in that way the college student had seen so many

times before on television. And he proceeded to explain, also in that same long-

winded fashion. "One thing I've noticed over the years is that humans are like...

you lot are like antennae, picking up signals from the rest of the universe without

even realizing it. You pick up fragments of transmissions, in dreams or in the most

random of moments, and you write them down, turn them into a good yarn, and

then you're on the top seller's list. Amazing, really, your brains," he said, grinning.
 "But do you want to know the best part?"
 The young man's eyes lit up as he was transfixed by such a bizzare

curiosity. "Oh yes, please."
 "I don't even know why! I suppose it's an evolutionary response to

your particular location in the universe. This sector is a galactic hotspot of

transmissions. Think of it as intergalactic Wi-Fi. And with the addition of your

broadcasting satellites, it boosts the signals. Your brains are spongy receivers,

encased in bone and wandering around this big blue and green ball, unaware of

just how unique you are."
 The Doctor found that he had lost the young man further back in his

explanation than he'd originally thought, and discovered that the young man was

texting quickly on his cellular phone.
 "Oh my God, nobody's going to believe this," he said to himself, using

the photo function of his phone to snap pictures of the space man and his ship.

"This is just too much. Alex is just going to DIE!"
 "Oi!" the Doctor exclaimed, reaching for the student's phone and

grabbing it.
 "Hey! I was in the middle of something!"
 "Can't have you blabbing to everyone about me."
 "Come on, just a few mates of mine. Really," he said. "Just one?

Please? Alex is a real die-hard sci-fi nut. This'll really blow h-"
 The Doctor sighed and handed the phone back. "Fine, fine. One

picture."
 "Oh, could you do that thing, like, sonic my phone? Roaming charges

here are horrendous and I can barely manage to pay my share of the bill as it is."
 "No," the Doctor said. "Come on then, take the picture and get on with

it."
 "Really? Not just this once?"
 "Companion privledges only. Sorry Mark."
 He hurried to the alien's side and snapped a picture of them together,

then immediately sent it to his friend Alex, who he'd been texting with before.
 "Dude... This is so freakin cool. The Tardis is in my bathroom. Next to

my shower."

just a teaser. this is the opening scene from my Torchwood fanfic, which the previous post was all about.

enjoy. n.n

warning: has typos, didn't use spell check, don't like using beta readers.

disclaimer: i do not own, nor did i created Torchwood or anything in the canon Whoniverse. this was written solely for entertainment and no profit is or will ever be gained from the creation of this fictional text. however, if the BBC would ever turn this into an actual story arc or episode, that'd be fuckin awsome. but i doubt they would.

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 He had been swimming. Enjoying the exercise he was getting in the heated pool on his day off. One of the rare few. The rift had been quiet all week, Jack was driving him crazy in his bordem.
 But in the pool he could relax and let his troubles and his own bordem melt away.
 That was, until someone reached in, grabbed him by the arm, and pulled him up out of the water as soon as he'd gotten close enough to the edge.
 "What the-"
 "Sir, you must vacate this area immediately."
 "But-"
 "Sir, do not argue with me," the blonde woman snapped, shoving him towards where two more people were ushering the others driven from the pool.
 A head popped into view, a young Japanese girl's. "We cannot waste much more time," she said.
 "Hawkins! Bert! Hurry it up, we've got to drop the payload!" she snapped instantly, pulling a device that didn't even remotely look human made to Ianto's eyes out of her coat. "Sir, if you will not vacate this area immediately, I will have no other option than to use force."
 "Get everyone clear!" the Japanese girl shouted, comming into full view  with a large box in her arms. She was so tiny, and the box so large. It seemed almost as if it were alive.
 The blonde woman shoved Ianto out of the Japanese girl's way as she ran towards the pool, trying to keep her grip on the box. She slipped, nearly falling into the water with it. Ianto jumped into action, forcing his way past the woman armed with alien technology and grabbing the Japanese girl by her arm.
 She yelped, but it was nothing compared to the sounds the box was making in the water. In nothing but a pair of swim trunks, the Welshman pulled her back from the edge, not letting her go. What he wouldn't do to have his bluetooth on right now.
 There was a splash, followed by waves from the pool lapping at the concrete edges. The ground shook as the water in the pool went wild.
 "Let me go!" the Japanese girl shouted, stomping on Ianto's foot with her boot. "Something's wrong, ma'am."
 "It's having an adverse reaction to the chlorine!" one of the men, a handsome fellow with a scottish accent shouted.
 The blonde shook her head. "No, give it a moment more."
 The shaking stopped, followed by the waves. The water began to settle down. Once Ianto was able to stand on his foot again, he cautioned a look back into the pool.
 There, swimming just below the surface was an odd looking creature right out of a story book of sorts.
 And suddenly, he had the urge to watch The Little Mermaid again.
 "Who the hell are you people?" Ianto managed to choke out.
 The blonde, apparently their leader smirked, and he could feel her eyes on his back.
 "Torchwood," she said. "Miho, if you would."
 Ianto felt a prick in his neck. Reaching up his fingers found a dart with a small feather at the end. Turning around, he saw her lower her blow gun before the world went dark and his legs gave out from under him.

hehe. random dribble of JJ Harkness and Quincy Verta in the aftermath of the 11th doctor announcement.

pretty funny. includes sex that isn't explained nor described in great detail.

and a man worries about the size of his penis.

i call this dribble "Continuity Errors"

enjoy.

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 Down in the basement of the Torchwood Archival Institite, there is an

office. On the door to that office is a strip of silver duct tape. Printed hastily on

that strip are the words "TIMELINE CORRECTIONS" in childish handwriting.

Below it are scrawled rather amusing stick figures in compromising situations.
 Beyond that door is a small, generic waiting room, with a desk. At the

desk is a orange skinned woman this week, her purple hair pulled into a bun. She

wears glasses, and is constantly filing her nails. There are numerous phones on her

desk, none of which happened to ring at all for the last week and a half.
 Behind her and her desk is another door. Once more there is a strip of

silver duct tape stretched diagonally across the frosted glass window of it. The

title and name of the man who worked out of that office was scribbled in that

same childish print. Commander J.J. Harkness was his name.
 And past that door, in the small, dirty, unorganized office sat the man

himself. And straddling his lap half-naked was his assistant, Quincy Verta.
 On the desk, which Quincy was firmly pressing his back against the

edge of, there were papers and folders. Two empty cups, and a pot of tea from

the planet Aphronesia. Their experiment with the newly arrived package was going

much better than the commander and his assistant were expecting, as they were

learning a great deal of the side effects drinking the alien concoction caused.
 Also on the desk were three phones. A black phone, for normal day to

day business. A red phone for emergencies. And a blue phone. Of the three

phones, only the blue one never rang. Not even a blip.
 So imagine the busy pair's surprise when first the black phone, then the

red phone rang. The two phones were ignored, of course, in favor of completing

the experiment.
 Eventually, they stopped ringing, and the two were left once more to

observe the effects the tea from Aphronesia were having on one another. And

quite intriguing effects they were.
 After some time, the phones began to ring again. By this time, the

commander and his assistant were no longer seated in his big, cushy desk chair.

They had moved to a much more comfortable place to conduct their experiment,

the small sofa upon which the commander often slept when he didn't feel like

leaving his office.
 "We should probably get those," Quincy mumbled half-heartedly.
 "Nah. Let the secretary get 'em again," the commander mumbled into

his assistant's chest.
 The phones did stop ringing, and once more, the pair were left to their

own devices.
 Until...
 The unmistakable sound of the Blue Phone rang.
 "We really need to get that one," Quincy said but his voice didn't

sound much like a protest at all. "It's probably the end of the universe if we

don't."
 After a minute, the commander muttered something under his breath,

climbing up from the couch and his assistant to answer the phone.
 "This better be fucking important!" he snapped angrily when he had

answered it.
 His assistant rolled over, propping his head up with his hands and

watched him as he suddenly went silent. Then nodded.
 "Continuity error?" he asked. "What kind of continuity error? Are we

talking a random purple Dalek in a scene with gold ones? A Martha Jones

wardrobe and hair incident?"
 Quincy watched as his boss's face drained of all color. He knew there

would be no further fun with the effects of tea sent from a planet of carnal

pleasures tonight. He sighed, getting off the sofa and pulling on his trousers.
 "No. It can't be. What about the adventures of River Song and the

Doctor? I mean, let's be honest here. They can't just introduce a character, have

her have a wonderful life with the man of her dreams, and describe him as an older

version of David Tennant only to completely rip off the fans by jerking him away

with no explanation as to how to repair the plot."
 Quincy muttered under his breath, fastening his pants.
 "Of course. I'll repair this problem personally.... No, thank YOU Mr.

Davies."
 He hung up, looking back at his assistant who now was once again

fully dressed. "What? I was comming back!"
 "Sir," he said, offering the commander back his pants. "I think next

time, we try the different flavors of Aphrodesian tea in my bunk, not your's."
 He tried not to laugh as the commander hopped around, pulling back

on his pants and relating the information he had learned to his assistant.
 "So what are we supposed to do about it then?" Quincy asked, clearing

up their tea and shaking his head at the waste of good beverage.
 "We're to first kidnap Doctor 10.5, drag him kicking and screaming

into this universe, kill the 11th Doctor, and then hang Steven Moffat for making

such a hideous choice in successors."
 "Why? I think it's good to bring in a new actor from time to time.

Otherwise it gets stale and-"
 "MY father was Doctor 10-inch. If they change actors before I'm ever

born... well... you see the dilema. Do YOU want to see this," he said, pointing at

his trousers. "Go from a size 10 to a size 6?" He shook his fist at the air. "For the

sake of my awsome timecock, and for the love of fangirls-"
 "And fanboys. Don't forget the fanboys."
 "Yeah, them too," the commander said. "We MUST stop this

regeneration from happening! Come, my minion! To the SUV!"
 "Wait wait wait a damn minute here!" Quincy said, setting the tray of

two cups and a teapot back down on the desk and putting his hands on his hips.

"Since when did we use an SUV? I thought we used a Chula Time Ship."
 The commander scratched the back of his head. "Eh... BBC budget

cuts. But it has blue lights and is all sleek and roomy inside."
 "I am NOT going to be a cliche," said the tea boy as he stormed out of

the office, annoyed.
 "Alright alright!" the commander called after him, following. "We'll take

the time ship! But we'll have to cut back on the coffee supply for a while!"
 "SUV it is then. I'm driving," Quincy snapped before leaving the

waiting room portion of the office.
 And the orange skinned secretary just shook her head and continued to

file her nails.