FIC: The Journey Home
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nentariTitle: The Journey Home
Author: Me
Beta-Reader:alouzon
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: none
Rating: PG
Word Count: 864
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all its characters belong to the BBC. I own nothing.
Summary: What did happen to Jamie and Zoe between saying goodbye to the Doctor and what was shown by the Matrix?
Warning: Spoilers for The War Games.
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He didn't even bother to look around. He knew he was in the console room of the Time Lords' TARDIS, but he was so immersed in his own thoughts, and in the knowledge that he would never see the Doctor again, that everything seemed as shapeless and vague as when he and Zoe were lost in the white void. The only things he was aware of at that point were the tears clouding his eyes, and the feel of Zoe's small, cold hand trembling in his.
After a while, a hand touched his shoulder, and he turned to see an old woman, who clearly looked down on him and Zoe with clinical distaste, as if they were something as vile and unimportant as cockroaches.
"Come with me," she ordered them.
"Why?" Zoe asked. "Where are we going?"
"You need to change your garments," the woman said. "Your current choice of clothing is anachronistic to your timelines. Particularly yours," she added, looking at Jamie disapprovingly.
"Eh?" he asked, sparing a glance at his kilt; but before the woman could answer he added, "Look, why can't we go back?"
"Oh yes, please," Zoe pleaded. "The Doctor needs us."
"He is one of us," the woman said curtly. "We know what he needs better than you."
"Now look here-" Jamie was about to start, but the woman quickly interrupted.
"Enough. Follow me, please."
"But-"
"We better do what she says, Jamie," Zoe sighed, and they grudgingly followed the woman through the winding corridors.
Now that tears were not clouding either his eyes or his thoughts, Jamie could see how different this TARDIS was. Younger-looking, with a richness in decorations that the Doctor's beat-up old machine never possessed. Eventually, they stopped in the corridor between two doors.
"You, girl," the woman told Zoe, pointing to one of the doors, "in there." She then turned to Jamie, gesturing towards the other. "And you, in there. I shall collect your things when you're ready."
Jamie and Zoe exchanged sad glances, and entered their respective rooms. Jamie was not surprised to find the room completely bare, as if no living thing had ever stepped inside it before. Certainly, the walls were as rich and colourful as the ones outside, and there was a bed, but it was clear that it had never been slept in.
Laid out neatly on the bed, he found a plaid very much like the one he wore when he first met the Doctor, and which had been left behind in Atlantis. He wondered if it actually was the same plaid, a suspicion that became even stronger when he noticed a sword among the items he was supposed to change into, which had a dent in the handle in the exact same place as his old lost weapon. The only thing missing was his hat, which made him smirk. Maybe the Time Lords were not as infallible as they would have people believe.
After getting dressed, he sat on the bed, waiting. Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door and the woman entered, holding a box, from which the arm of Zoe's raincoat dangled forlornly.
"Is Zoe ready, then?" he asked, but the woman ignored him, as she stowed his garments in the box.
"I'll take that, if you don't mind," she said, pointing at his wrist.
"What?" He looked down, and realized she meant his wristwatch. "No!" he said, covering it with his hand.
"You cannot wear that sort of object in your own timeline." There was no compassion or empathy in her no nonsense tone.
"But the Doctor gave it to me!"
The woman extended her hand to him but said nothing. Instead, Jamie heard her voice in his mind: You shall give it to me, child. Now.
He tried to resist, but failed. Grudgingly, he eventually removed the watch and placed it in her waiting hand.
"Where is Zoe?" he insisted, suspicious of her earlier evasion.
"She is being taken care of," the woman replied, as she added the wristwatch to the collection in the box.
"What do you mean, taken c-" Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice scream.
"No, don't!"
"Zoe!"
Jamie's hands instinctively reached for his sword, as he rushed towards the door.
Stay where you are, the woman's voice echoed once again in his mind. This time, however, Zoe's terror gave him the strength to resist.
No, he thought with all his might, as he left his own changing quarters and ran into Zoe's. Inside, he found his friend, who was once again wearing her Wheel uniform, lying unconscious on another pristine bed, as an ageing man pressed his fingers against her temples.
"You'll not touch her!" Jamie said, drawing his sword. The man rose and looked at him with some surprise.
"What is this?" he asked, clearly too dumbstruck with the Highlander's sudden appearance to react.
"What have you done to her?" Jamie shouted, as he pushed the man away, kneeling besides his unconscious friend.
"Zoe! Can you hear me, Zoe?" he asked, grabbing her hand. "Zoe!"
He felt a pair of arms grab him by the shoulders. Someone else touched his temples, and everything went dark.
Author: Me
Beta-Reader:
alouzonFandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: none
Rating: PG
Word Count: 864
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all its characters belong to the BBC. I own nothing.
Summary: What did happen to Jamie and Zoe between saying goodbye to the Doctor and what was shown by the Matrix?
Warning: Spoilers for The War Games.
He didn't even bother to look around. He knew he was in the console room of the Time Lords' TARDIS, but he was so immersed in his own thoughts, and in the knowledge that he would never see the Doctor again, that everything seemed as shapeless and vague as when he and Zoe were lost in the white void. The only things he was aware of at that point were the tears clouding his eyes, and the feel of Zoe's small, cold hand trembling in his.
After a while, a hand touched his shoulder, and he turned to see an old woman, who clearly looked down on him and Zoe with clinical distaste, as if they were something as vile and unimportant as cockroaches.
"Come with me," she ordered them.
"Why?" Zoe asked. "Where are we going?"
"You need to change your garments," the woman said. "Your current choice of clothing is anachronistic to your timelines. Particularly yours," she added, looking at Jamie disapprovingly.
"Eh?" he asked, sparing a glance at his kilt; but before the woman could answer he added, "Look, why can't we go back?"
"Oh yes, please," Zoe pleaded. "The Doctor needs us."
"He is one of us," the woman said curtly. "We know what he needs better than you."
"Now look here-" Jamie was about to start, but the woman quickly interrupted.
"Enough. Follow me, please."
"But-"
"We better do what she says, Jamie," Zoe sighed, and they grudgingly followed the woman through the winding corridors.
Now that tears were not clouding either his eyes or his thoughts, Jamie could see how different this TARDIS was. Younger-looking, with a richness in decorations that the Doctor's beat-up old machine never possessed. Eventually, they stopped in the corridor between two doors.
"You, girl," the woman told Zoe, pointing to one of the doors, "in there." She then turned to Jamie, gesturing towards the other. "And you, in there. I shall collect your things when you're ready."
Jamie and Zoe exchanged sad glances, and entered their respective rooms. Jamie was not surprised to find the room completely bare, as if no living thing had ever stepped inside it before. Certainly, the walls were as rich and colourful as the ones outside, and there was a bed, but it was clear that it had never been slept in.
Laid out neatly on the bed, he found a plaid very much like the one he wore when he first met the Doctor, and which had been left behind in Atlantis. He wondered if it actually was the same plaid, a suspicion that became even stronger when he noticed a sword among the items he was supposed to change into, which had a dent in the handle in the exact same place as his old lost weapon. The only thing missing was his hat, which made him smirk. Maybe the Time Lords were not as infallible as they would have people believe.
After getting dressed, he sat on the bed, waiting. Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door and the woman entered, holding a box, from which the arm of Zoe's raincoat dangled forlornly.
"Is Zoe ready, then?" he asked, but the woman ignored him, as she stowed his garments in the box.
"I'll take that, if you don't mind," she said, pointing at his wrist.
"What?" He looked down, and realized she meant his wristwatch. "No!" he said, covering it with his hand.
"You cannot wear that sort of object in your own timeline." There was no compassion or empathy in her no nonsense tone.
"But the Doctor gave it to me!"
The woman extended her hand to him but said nothing. Instead, Jamie heard her voice in his mind: You shall give it to me, child. Now.
He tried to resist, but failed. Grudgingly, he eventually removed the watch and placed it in her waiting hand.
"Where is Zoe?" he insisted, suspicious of her earlier evasion.
"She is being taken care of," the woman replied, as she added the wristwatch to the collection in the box.
"What do you mean, taken c-" Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice scream.
"No, don't!"
"Zoe!"
Jamie's hands instinctively reached for his sword, as he rushed towards the door.
Stay where you are, the woman's voice echoed once again in his mind. This time, however, Zoe's terror gave him the strength to resist.
No, he thought with all his might, as he left his own changing quarters and ran into Zoe's. Inside, he found his friend, who was once again wearing her Wheel uniform, lying unconscious on another pristine bed, as an ageing man pressed his fingers against her temples.
"You'll not touch her!" Jamie said, drawing his sword. The man rose and looked at him with some surprise.
"What is this?" he asked, clearly too dumbstruck with the Highlander's sudden appearance to react.
"What have you done to her?" Jamie shouted, as he pushed the man away, kneeling besides his unconscious friend.
"Zoe! Can you hear me, Zoe?" he asked, grabbing her hand. "Zoe!"
He felt a pair of arms grab him by the shoulders. Someone else touched his temples, and everything went dark.
