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Disclaimers, etc., see part one.

Farewell, My Love

By Eugena

Chapter Two: Something to Live For

He answered the call reluctantly but proudly. He knew these would be his last days in this life.

He had studied Earth culture all too well. After once visiting Earth in 2009 and reading all of the Dune series, one idea stuck with him: Scytale’s nullentrophy tube. Science Fiction, yes. But with him it could be possible. Alhtough he doubted any Time Lord would agree. Still, surely Romana? Why not possible life than definite death?

Although time ironically was precious and nearly too scarce, The Doctor finished making a few modifications to the Tardis.

He made a recording, in case he would not have time later:

“Hello Doctor. I know you. You want to kill yourself. But you can’t. You have something to live for.

“We’re going to be a father soon. With my bad memory, after this life, you won’t remember this after regenerating. IF you sulk in grief, a woman in your future—mother of my child will die.

“I don’t think the Universe can handle that kind of paradox. When they return, the Time Lords will never forgive us. When you remember her, you will never forgive yourself.

“There is a way for them to live again. And me, and you. Your life won’t be too long. Somewhere in the TARDIS, find my Scytale project.

“You must return to her. She will need you more than any of our lives put together.”

NEXT TIME

“You must return to her. She will need you more than any of our lives put together.

“Should it be the next you that hears this, remember your place. You are unworthy of her love. Coward. Traitor. Give him back to her.”

Disclaimer: Dr Who and related characters are owned by BBC.

Farewell, My Love

By Eugena

Rated: T

Eight/Rose before the Time War

Chapter One: Gallifreyan Dawn

The light of the Gallifreyan dawn lit her skin, but it was not bright enough to outshine her sorrow. In that one moment, she became the glowing, expectant mother and the grieving widow. She had known all these years this day would come. No matter how she tried to hide it, she could not deny today.

Her husband beside her brushed his hand against her cheek. In his mind, he knew the future she saw, even though he dared never look for it. Pressing his lips to hers, he felt the child growing within her womb.

“I’m still with you,” he said.

“I know, love. I am still going to miss you.”

“You’ll never be a second without me. You give me hope for all the seconds I won’t have you.”

“I love you,” she said.

“I always love you,” he said. “Nothing changes that.”

Disclaimer: Dr Who and related characters are owned by BBC.

Everything We Pay
By Eugena

Rated: T

Featuring: Eight/Charley, Eight/Grace, Eight/Rose, Nine/Rose

A song gives The Doctor hope. Before “Rose”

He heard the cries of his people, and then the silence. He had wandered alone, his body dying, and his cells reforming. All this time, he heard a song, her song.

Since his seventh regeneration, he tried to find her. He loved Grace briefly, believing she was the woman. She had been the first he saw after his regeneration. The woman sang life into him and hope, but as he kissed Grace, it was not Grace’s voice that sang.

Many other people entered his life. He loved again with Charley, but that came to dust. He saved a corner of the universe for her, in a universe where she should have existed and braved Zagreus.

Every moment he hoped to repay the woman that sung to him. In his dreams, he saw her smile, but never her face.

As he formed into his Ninth incarnation, she sang again. Only her voice soothed him now. He could not hear the screams in his head, but worse now was the silence.

He would save one more world, and then join his brothers in oblivion. He pledged himself to his maiden, and pursued the Nestine Consciousness to Earth.

When he landed on Earth, her song became on order. He became so entranced with her, most of his thoughts of suicide left him.

He vowed that if he could find her, this Last of the Time Lords would have a purpose.

Torn between honor—suicide—and his love for his maiden, he formulated his attack plan on the Nestine Consciousness.

Disclaimers, etc., see chapter one.

Ever the Same

By Eugena

Chapter Two: I Can Only Give You Love

“It’s time for me to go, mum,” she said, her voice distant. “I must save everyone from the Daleks.”

“How can you when the Doctor here can’t” Jackie asked.

“I am the Bad Wolf. I have been and always will be the Bad Wolf. I am the Defender of Time.”

Across the room, The Doctor slowly opened his eyes. No, no!

“Do not be afraid, mum. You have Pete now. It’s time for me to go home.”

“You are home, sweetheart.”

“No, my home is with My Doctor. The Doctor, the other one.”

“But he died,” Mickey said. He gestured to the Tenth Doctor. “He became him.”

“No. My Doctor waits for me.”

Rose kissed her mother, Mickey, and Pete.

“Goodbye. I love you all. Promise to remember me, but move on with your lives.”

Disclaimer: Dr Who and related characters are owned by BBC.

Ever the Same

By Eugena

Rating: T

Doctor Who, “Doomsday” AU

Inspired by “Ever the Same” by Rob Thomas

You may need me there

To carry all your weight

But you’re no burden I assure

You tide me over

With a warmth I’ll not forget

But I can only give you love

From “Ever the Same” by Rob Thomas

Chapter One: A Warmth I’ll Not Forget

The time war ended long ago – a war primarily fought between the Time Lords and the Daleks – leaving only The Doctor to survive. This is what history recorded, yet even this history slowly turned to myth. The myth was true, no legend, but tell that to the Daleks that now stood before Rose Tyler, The Doctor, Jackie Tyler, Pete Tyler, and Mickey Smith. Four people and one Gallifreyan against and entire army. Somehow, the Cybermen had returned, and with them were people from an alternative universe, mainly Pete and Mickey. This had been enough to revive the Daleks.

The Ninth Doctor within Ten reeled. Again, the Daleks would threaten to take Rose from him.

No one moved, too afraid of what might happen to Rose. Except Rose.

“Do you really think you will defeat us?” she asked.

“SI-LENCE, HU-MAN!”

“Have you heard of the Oncoming Storm?” Rose asked.

The Dalek that demanded her silence refocused its pupil within its eyestalk.

“I was there the day the false god – the one you call your emperor died.”

“THE EM-PER-OR ON-LY LEFT US. HE IS IM-MOR-TAL. HE DID NOT DIE.”

“I split his atoms, and I will split yours,” Rose vowed.

The Doctor reached out to touch Rose’s arm. His fingertips touched briefly, before she turned away. It was enough to see into her mind.

He saw the Ninth Doctor standing before him. Rose stood beside Nine and took his hand. She turned to Ten.

I will not let him die in vain. I will stop the ones who hurt you, My Doctor.

The Doctor tried to reach Rose again, but this time a mere wave of her hand – as she had when she destroyed the Daleks on Game Station – she flung him across the room.

Mickey backed away from her. Pete did not move. Jackie gasped.

“Rose, sweetheart, what’s happening?” Jackie asked.

Rose’s eyes began to glow gold, and time began to slow. The Daleks stood nearly still, but a temporal bubble around Rose allowed her to speak to the others.

The Second Death

Chapter Three: A Destined Meeting, One Word

Death of Those with Pointy Ears watched the Death of Rats busily reap souls from a sunken ship. She did not look for Death.

A drop out wizard once saw the Death of Rats, and his retelling got told and mistold hundreds of times. Somehow, she appeared.

In her gratitude, she came to the wizard who began it all and said the word he feared most: “Eight.”

Rincewind jolted up from his table. Yes, he had passed out drunk again. He had hoped to drink with his friend The Librarian, but he had plans. Rincewind had dreamt of mice and rats and saw them dance around in circles, wearing black robes and holding scythes.

He really needed to cut back on the Ankh water. It was free, but it was deadly.

A lone figure walked in. A rather attractive figure—except for the strange pointed ears and pointed teeth. The woman was dressed in leather, but for some reason, she reminded him of an animal. A hamster maybe.

“Cut back on the water,” he thought, “way back.”

The woman sat down across from him.

He really was dreaming.

“Hello, Rincewind,” the woman said.

“Who ya’ mean? Me? I don’t see no Rincewater,” he became nervous.

“I have one word for you,” she said as she reached for his scraggly beard. “Eight.”

Panic ran through him. He felt the forbidden spell of the Octavo rage at the back of his skull. “You didn’t say that.”

“Eight.”

“Don’t say that!” He sobered up very quickly now.

“Eight.”

A light exploded in his head.

The Second Death

Chapter Two: A Question of Biology

The Janitorial Engineer prided himself on his title. He was more educated than the Dunnyman (albeit, it was one question in biology). Humming to himself and boasting in his mind, the Janitorial Engineer did not notice the change in the air.

The shadow of an unknown figure loomed about him. The sun went down several marks in the sky before he turned around. The air began to cool. As he turned, he examined two ominous figures in debate.

The shadow of the first backed away, as the sun moved off its subject. Only a rat was heard scurrying away from the scene, while one figure remained. Long brown hair framing deep blue eyes stared at him. The black wrappings of the figure hung forebodingly in his mind. With as much courage as he could muster, he mumbled, “…Death?”

“Just of Those With Pointy Ears,” said the figure matter-of-factly.

“All of them?” he asked, his right fingertips now brushing his right ear.

“Well, Not All Of Them. Not Hamsters, Gerbils, Mice Or Fleas.”

“Fleas? They have ears?”

“I’ve Never Checked.”

A second “death” competes for her new job.

The Second Death

By Eugena

Chapter One: Death Meet Death

The sky was ashy in the city of Ankh-Morpork. The grey mist of The Shades loomed ominously about the horizon. A lone figure walked the alleyway, soon interrupted flicker of light bouncing off a knife’s blade.

“‘Geme all your money,” a male voice annunciated poorly.

The figure quickly caught the knife and drew it back upon the assailant.

“Tell Me Now,” said the figure holding the knife to the man’s throat, “Are You An Apprentice For Thieves Or Assassins?”

“I’m a mercenary.”

“Then Your Hands Only Belong In A Dead Person’s Pocket.”

The man said nothing as he felt the knife press deeper into his throat. A vein ruptured minutely and blood began to define the knife’s blade.

“The Blood Is On Your Knife,” said the figure calmly. The figure waited a few moments, listening for the beat of a white horse’s hooves. The sound did not come, but instead a skeleton appeared before the two.

“Death,” the figure greeted, “I Thought You Would Have The Decency To Come On Your Horse.”

“WHY IS THAT?”

The figure allowed the knife to slide down the mercenary’s throat without beheading him. The figure began to walk away.

“ARE YOU JUST GOING TO LEAVE HIM HERE?”

“That, My Acquaintance, Is Up To You.”

“I HAVE NO OPINION IN THE MATTER. I WILL MEET HIM SOONER OR LATER.”

“Your Choice,” the figure called back.

“IF I HAD BROUGHT BINKY, WOULD YOU HAVE KILLED HIM?”

“No,” the figure answered, “I Would Have Just Borrowed Him For A Millennia Or Two. I Don’t Have One.”

“ALL OF THIS TO RIDE A HORSE?”

“He Was The One Trying To Kill Me.”

The figure looks at an old dog lying down by a barrel. The figure extends a hand to trace the outline of one of the dog’s pointy ears. The dog slowly closes its eyes and exhales once more.

“It Looks Like I Have Another Dog In The House.”