lallis_folly: (bilbo_pen)
This is ending up being harder than I thought. I would absolutely love to do the time travel/au that is one of the prompts from my recipient, but I can't quite figure out logistics. It has to make sense to me first.... But I could use it to save some of the characters who were killed off in the sequel movie.

I also considered a Five Christmases spanning the twenty years between movies, but then I remembered that one main character is Jewish. Five Thanksgivings, instead, maybe? In a post-apocalyptic, re-building world, people would be more likely to come together for Thanksgivings, anyway, right?

There's a canon novel that bridges the span between movies, but I'm not certain I want to read it. Well, I do want to read it, but I'm not certain I have time. I got a used copy, though, just in case....

I need to sit down with a piece of paper and see if I can map out a time travel plot....
lallis_folly: (bilbo_pen)
So...I have a bit of time this morning, and I am reading a fandom wiki related to my assignment. There is a whole lot of "I don't think it means what you think it means going on," such as "unambiguous" for "unambitious," or "uninspiring" for "uninspired." (And I'm pretty sure they want "unambitious" for that latter, too.) People are also trying to sound smart by using "whom," but they're using it incorrectly....
lallis_folly: (bilbo_pen)
I absolutely did not expect to receive my Yuletide match for another week. The last couple of exchanges I've participated in took a week (or more) to make matches after sign-ups closed (though I think that one of them was small enough that the mod(s) may have made the matches personally.

Also, I did not expect to match on what I was matched on, so that's interesting. I've already got a few things swirling, but I'll need to rewatch the movies -- at least it's only a couple of movies and not an entire television series! There are a couple of books I could read that are also canon, but as the recipient has not read them either, I guess there's no reason to, unless I do the time travel AU that they asked for...which...maybe.

I've seen the recipient's name before, so either I've read their fics or they've read and commented on mine. Or perhaps both. Hard to tell.

Anyway. I should go look at the rules again. I don't even know when this is due....
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Since I'm signing up for Yuletide, I'm going to be using this secondary journal a bit more....
lallis_folly: (bilbo_pen)
Dear Yuletide Author,

Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. You are a treasure. A Yuletide treasure. (See what I did there?) =)

I'm sure you want to know a couple of things, so let's get started. I am reasonably open to just about anything you want to write. I'm good with any rating.

I like: fluff, happy endings, plot, missing scenes, What Happens Next, What Came Before, hurt/comfort, magic, well-done cross-overs, AUs, and I don't mind angst -- if there's a happy ending.

I don't like: incest (or relationships that could be interpreted as incest, like Buffy/Giles), mpreg, A/B/O, grimdark, gore, violence for the sake of violence.

Basically, I like happy, shiny fic, even if there's a bit of tarnish. I like side explorations, what ifs, and poking into corners of canon.

My Requests: I am open to pretty much anything you want to write, but I know how hard it can be to just Write Something without a jumping-off point, so I have a few suggestions....

Dark is Rising Sequence:

The Dark Is Rising is my favorite book. I was about the same age as Will Stanton when I first read it. I love everything about it -- except the way the series ended, with everyone except Will losing their memories. I would love to see magic coming back into their lives. It seems to me that the Dark is once more rising....

The Lady is a Very Mysterious Character, and I wouldn't mind seeing exploration of Who She Is and What Is Her Purpose. I would love to see the Lady coming back into Jane's life.


Whenever anyone asks me who my favorite author is, my prompt reply is Guy Gavriel Kay (which, given that he didn't write my favorite book, is a bit odd if you think about it). I really love Kim Ford in this book, and while I seem to recall that Ysabel worked out the relationship between her and Kim and Ned, I'm don't recall that Kim did. I wouldn't mind seeing that, perhaps with Melanie's help?

Alternatively, since it's Yuletide, what's Christmas like for Ned and Kim now? How does Kim celebrate, knowing what she does about other worlds and other deities?

Practical Magic

This is one of my favorite movies -- just watched it a couple of nights ago, in fact. I would be happy with anything at all in this universe, but here are a few suggestions: We see that Sally's powers manifest early, but Gilly's don't until later. How and when?

The Owens ladies jump off the roof at Halloween and fly (more or less). How do they celebrate Yule? Or other holidays?

Why do the Aunts wear Edwardian clothing?

How do the Owens ladies get along on their island now? Are they more accepted now that the curse is broken, or do things just go along as they have for the last 200 years?

The Tomorrow People (1973):

The Tomorrow People was my first fandom. It was carried by Nickelodeon back when Nickelodeon and A&E were new networks sharing broadcast space. (Yes. I am old.) It aired at both 4:30 p.m. and 7:30 p.m., and I watched both airings of it. I loved this show, and I still do, even with the cheesy SFX. (So. Much. Cheese.) I would be happy for anything set in this universe, on Earth, on other planets, at the Trig.

Since it's Yuletide, how do the Tomorrow People celebrate Christmas?

How does Elizabeth cope with being a surrogate mother to younger TP?

How much trouble do Stephen and Mike and Andrew get into?

How do they handle the decreasing levels of privacy in the world?

I wouldn't mind seeing a family reunion or sorts, showing them all getting back together after some time being apart, off doing their various things.

The Tomorrow People (1992):

I was so excited for this remake of The Tomorrow People, and I was glued to the TV for each installment. (And I still have my tapes.) It was different, but I loved it.

Families play a much bigger role in this iteration of the TP than the original. How do the TP celebrate holidays? Do they stay with their families? Do they drag their families to the Ship?

Speaking of families, do Megabyte's mother and sister know he's a Tomorrow Person?

The TP know that there are extraterrestrials. Do they get into space themselves? Do they, for example, unravel the mysteries of the Ship? (I can just see Megabyte clowning around on the moon, for instance.)

Robin of Sherwood:

I requested only Robert and Marion, but am open to any other characters. I loved this show, and would absolutely love to see a Sherwood Yule celebration.

I would love to see Robert and Marion trying to get along as Robert deals with taking on the mantle of the Hooded Man.

As an AU, what if Marion was the Hooded One? What if Herne took on a daughter instead of a son? Or what if some other forest spirit chose her for much the same tasks as the Hooded Man?

Whatever you choose to write, Author, I am certain it will be fabulous! Happy Yuletide to you, and thank you again!
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This was originally written for [ profile] fkficfest for the Summer 2011 Fic Exchange.

Music of the Night )
lallis_folly: (dangers untold)
I have always detested the narrative device wherein a character has wonderful, life-changing adventures and then forgets-- or is made to forget -- them. I especially hated it when they used it at the end of the fourth series of (the new) Doctor Who because Donna Noble is my favorite Companion (and I say that as a fan of the series since the '80s). Here's my answer to that.

This does, of course, ignore the established continuity of later seasons as well as The Sarah Jane Adventures and Torchwood, neither of which I have seen. Yet.

A Gift For Donna

"Hello, sweetheart," Wilf said, as his granddaughter crested the hill. "Don't see you up here very often anymore."

"Sorry, Granddad, you know how it is with kids. Busy, busy, busy, all the time." Donna rested a hand on her gravid belly and blew her fringe out of her face. "I swear that hill gets steeper all the time."

"Have my chair, sweetheart."

"Naw, Granddad, I can't stay. I was just dropping Benjamin off with Mum and this package came for you. It looked important, so I thought I'd bring it up to you."

Wilf accepted the flat, curiously heavy courier envelope, hoping Donna didn't notice the excited trembling of his hands. Though motherhood had sharpened her observational skills, she still wasn't quite as she had been. Before.

"You should rest a bit before you go back down the hill," he said, as casually as he could. "Sit here, while I read this and then you can carry it back down the hill for me."

Donna smiled. "All right." She lowered herself into Wilf's lawnchair, while he moved a few paces away and opened the package.

Inside was a single sheet of paper and a golden object that looked like a piece of jewelry. He turned his attention to the letter first.

"Dear Wilfred,

In the two years since you approached us regarding the matter of your granddaughter, Jack and I have been hard at work trying to find a solution. We discussed it with Jack's team at Torchwood, and we finally decided not to approach Donna's friend Martha, even though Jack is also well-acquainted with her. Dr. Jones is a fine woman, but as a member of UNIT, she is responsible to report to her superiors, and the Doctor is well-known to UNIT. I also have friends at UNIT, but Jack and I both concur that they do not need to know about Donna; the existence of a human being with Time Lord knowledge would be too tempting for terrestrial governments. Jack, as head of Torchwood Three has much more latitude, especially as Torchwood is not really affiliated with any government. Besides, although UNIT would like to deny it, Torchwood has more access to alien technologies than they do. Between Torchwood, Mr. Smith, and my own occasional visitors from the stars, we were able to construct the enclosed device. I shall spare you the technical details, but it is our fondest hope that it will restore Donna's memories without endangering her life.

The device is meant to be worn like a MedicAlert bracelet (and if it works, I would suggest having it permanently welded around Donna's wrist). We have built a tiny perception filter into it, so only those who are aware of its existence will be able to see it, and even they will have to concentrate to do so. This will guard both the device and Donna from interference. It is possible that with her memories restored and access to Gallifreyan knowledge, Donna may be able to come up with a better solution, but this was the best we could do.

I hope it works, but if it doesn't, the failsafe that the Doctor himself put in place should keep Donna safe until the bracelet is removed. Torchwood and Mr. Smith are monitoring the device and if anything goes wrong, Jack and I will know instantly and will respond.

Good luck.

Sincerely yours,
Sarah Jane Smith"

Wilfred shook the bracelet out of the package. He took a deep breath and turned toward Donna.

"Sweetheart, I have a present for you."
lallis_folly: (dangers untold)
This was originally written for a 2010 [ profile] femme_fic ficathon.

Title: Memory and Time
Rating: G
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Amy and Other Companions
Prompt: Amy clearly doesn't like her aunt. Who were Amy's female role models growing up?
Spoilers: For "The Big Bang" and "Journey's End"
Summary: Someone assures young Amy that the Doctor is, indeed, a real person.
Memory and Time )
lallis_folly: (dangers untold)
This was originally written for a 2010 [ profile] femme_fic ficathon.

Title: While There's Life
Rating: PG
Warnings: Um, none, really....
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: The Fifth Doctor, Nyssa, Tegan, Adric
Prompt: She [Nyssa] was the only one who stayed in the TARDIS when she was told. One day she couldn't.
Spoilers: Only for the three-episode arc bridging the Fourth-to-Fifth-Doctor regeneration ("The Keeper of Traken," "Logopolis," and "Castrovalva" -- though mostly for the first two)
Summary: The prompt pretty much says it all. The Doctor tells Nyssa (and Tegan) to stay in the TARDIS; Nyssa cannot, and hijinks ensue.

While There's Life )
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This was originally written for the [ profile] oldschoolfic Spring Fling 2010 Fic Exchange.

Title: When Dawn Is Due
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character(s): Pretty much the entire later season ensemble
Prompt: "Watch them when dawn is due, sharing one space." -- Al Jarreau, Moonlighting
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3,925 or so
Author's Notes: See end.
Disclaimer: BtVS, its characters and settings belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. No infringement is intended and no profit will be had hereby.
Summary: Dawn casts a spell, with unintended results.

When Dawn Is Due )
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This Buffy story was written for the [ profile] oldschoolfic 2010 Holiday Fic Exchange and was originally posted there. It's set in an alternate universe created by a wish (much like the universe created by Cordelia's wish in the aptly titled episode "The Wish.") in which Giles is only a few years older than Buffy. This came about in part because of the nature of the prompt and the requester's wishes.

Title: 'Tis The Season
Word Count: approx 7,100
Author's Notes: See end.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, its settings, characters, stakes and all, is owned by Mutant Enemy. No infringement is intended and no profit will be had hereby.
Summary: The Scoobies are warned that something with a fondness for children is coming to Sunnydale.

'Tis The Season )
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Title: Brothers
Fandom: Star Trek (Reboot)
Rating: G
Word Count: 2,280
Author's Notes: See end.

Brothers )
lallis_folly: (alyson_book)
Note: This was written for [ profile] oldschoolfic's 2008 summer ficathon.

Author's Notes: See end.
Summary: Kaylee and Simon consult with Inara on how to do something nice for River.
River's Surprise )
lallis_folly: (bilbo_pen)
Note: This was my first adult fanfic (we won't discuss the angsty The Tomorrow People stories I wrote when I was in junior high), and written after my umpteenth viewing of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. The setting and characters belong to Paramount; no infringement is intended and no profit will be had hereby.

A Long Time To Wait

"You have chosen wisely." Sir Henry gazed at the stranger, who, he began to realize, was not a knight and not the one to release him from his long burden. "But the Grail cannot cross the Great Seal. That is the boundary -- and the price of immortality."Read more... )
lallis_folly: (bilbo_pen)
Note: This was originally written for the 2009 [ profile] gen_ficathon Fic Exchange (or Ficathon, I can't remember which).

Fandom: ST:TNG -- For [info]gen_ficathon
Title: The Wizard of Q
Recipient: [info]gen_ficathon
Author: [info]malinaldarose
Fandom: ST:TNG
Character(s): Crew and Q
Prompt: Q takes the crew on another "Qpid" style adventure through a work of classic literature.
Rating: G
Word Count: 7,740
Beta: [info]bethynyc (and my Mom)
Author's Notes: See end.
Summary: Picard and Company must find their way out of a classic of children's literature.

The Wizard of Q

"Captain's log, Stardate 47537.8. The Enterprise continues its survey of the previously unexplored Rylan star system -- previously unexplored because it's bloody boring -- " The captain sighed. "Computer, strike that last." Read more... )
lallis_folly: (dangers untold)
Note: This was written for the [ profile] oldschoolfic 2007 Holiday Fic Exchange.

Holiday Fic Exchange -- A Time For Families
Title: A Time For Families
Fandom: Forever Knight
Author: [info]malinaldarose
Characters: Natalie, Janette, Nick
Word Count: Approximately 2,340
For: [info]amilyn and [info]oldschoolficHoliday Fic Exchange 2008
Prompt: Family

"Nat, stop. Please. I'm not going to celebrate Christmas and that's final." Nick Knight, metro homicide detective -- and 800 year old vampire -- picked up his coat. "And now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work."

"But, Nick, I think it's really important for you to do this...." Natalie's voice trailed off as she realized she was talking to an empty room. Read more... )

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Note: This was written for [ profile] oldschoolfic's 2008 Back to School Ficathon.

Memories of Stars -- Back to School Ficathon
Title: Memories of Stars
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Author: [info]malinaldarose
Characters: Um...everybody except Cassiopeia, who does at least get mentioned.
Word Count: Approx. 3,300
Prompt: Winter Formal

The battle was over, the Cylons destroyed, but only after all Viper squadrons had returned to Galactica did Athena glance over her shoulder at the XO. He nodded slightly, indicating she could end her shift. She removed her headphones and handed them to her waiting relief. "Turning the board over to Beta Shift," she said formally. Read more... )


Mar. 21st, 2010 02:48 pm
lallis_folly: (dangers untold)
Note: This was written for the [ profile] femme_fic 2009 Ficathon.

Title: Descent
Author: [info]malinaldarose
Rating: PG
Fandom: ST:TNG
Characters: Will Riker, Deanna Troi, Lwaxana Troi, various supporting characters.
Warnings: Um, none that I can think of.
Spoilers: Er...perhaps for the beginning of Star Trek Nemesis?
Word Count: About 7,000. It got away from me.
Written For: [info]leyenn
Prompt: The things she (Deanna) can do that no one knows....
Summary: Will and Deanna go to Betazed at Lwaxana's request to participate in a Betazoid betrothal ceremony. Things Occur.
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: At the end.


"You're not nervous, are you, Imzadi?" Her lips turned up ever so slightly, Deanna Troi turned her luminous eyes on her fiancé.

Will Riker cleared his throat and ran a finger around the inside of his uniform collar. "Nervous? About telling your mother that we're getting married? Me?" He allowed his voice to squeak just a little; his reward was to see Deanna's smile broaden into a laugh.Read more... )
lallis_folly: (bilbo_pen)
Note: This story contains major spoilers for the Doctor Who episodes "The End of the World," "New Earth," and "Gridlock," including some dialogue from those episodes. There are also minor spoilers for the first three seasons of the current production of Doctor Who.

Part One
Part Two

His tank sat in a darkened room just beyond New Earth's Senate chambers, high atop a tower in New New York. He had been addressing the Senate when the catastrophe struck, when the Senators had begun dying as the virus embedded in the Bliss tabs suddenly mutated and became airborne. Ironically, he had been addressing them on that very subject, attempting to get the mood tabs outlawed, attempting, in fact, to prevent the disaster that he knew would come.

But history, it seemed, had other plans. In the seven minutes it took for the airborne virus to sweep the planet, the Face of Boe had acted. He teleported Novice Hame into his transport tank and thickened the atmosphere, shrouding them both in medicinal smoke as he trundled into the outer rooms where he could access the city's power supply. Thick cables seemed to fly through the air with no guidance as he attached himself to the power supply and closed off the lower city and the Motorway, saving those people he could by isolating them from the virus. If anyone in the trapped cars died from the virus, no one ever knew about it; their cars remained powered up and on auto-pilot, endlessly circling with the others when he discovered that while he had enough power to maintain the system, by continually feeding his own life energy into it, he was unable to generate enough power to restart a stalled system.

"What do we do now?" Novice Hame asked. She stood outside his transport, surveying the dead in the Senate chamber, her feline face unreadable.

"We keep the lower city alive," he answered, "and we wait. The Doctor will come."

"You know this?"

"I do."


He looked unflinching into his acolyte's face. "Twenty-four years." She closed her eyes briefly, struggling with the knowledge, then nodded.

"A long time to wait."

He would have shrugged, if he could. He could already feel the strain of maintaining the systems. "I will need your help to stabilize these systems and keep things going for that long."

"Of course. It is why I am here."

"You may also want to see what other survivors you can find."

"Do you believe there are others?"

He was silent a moment. He knew there were not. Where before, the sounds of a teeming world had filled his mind, now, there was only silence. But it would keep Hame occupied. "There may be. We must check."

"Of course," she said again. She moved to his hastily-rigged connections. "Let me take a look at these." She set to work.


An ending, at last. Only a few more hours. He found that he looked forward to it, to stay in the comforting darkness forever, to not be dragged gasping once again into the light. There had been a time when he had not thought it possible that he could die, at least, not for long. There had been a time when his life had been one long cycle of deaths and resurrections, so many that he had lost count. But he hadn't been killed in centuries and he was ready. Not for the brief darkness and return to light, but for eternal rest in whatever form it might be granted.

His transport tank sat in the same spot it had occupied for the last twenty-four years. Thick cables carried power to the machines that kept the under-city alive, kept the trapped drivers safe. He knew about the Macras, of course, how could he not? He had known when the infestation started, but with the over-city dead and only himself and Hame between the under-city and death, there was nothing he could do. He ached for the dead.

But soon, there would come an ending. He could hear the TARDIS' unending song, but he had no energy to spare, this time, in summoning the Doctor via the psychic paper. Instead, he sent Hame to fetch the Time Lord. Both he and Martha would be found in the Motorway -- trust them both to get into trouble almost the instant the TARDIS doors closed behind them.

That Hame would succeed, he did not doubt. He knew the future. And he had one more message to impart to his old friend.


The noise roused the Face of Boe from his somnolent state. In an effort to conserve what energy he could, he had spent most of the last twenty-four years either asleep or dozing. It sometimes amused him that he had become like any other elderly creature. He wasn't concerned about leaving things to Hame. All he had to do was provide the energy necessary to keep the Motorway systems running. For that, he needed only be alive. Hame could handle the rest, and did so willingly as part of her self-imposed penance for the misdeeds of the Sisters of Plenitude, all now long dead.

The noise in the outer chamber continued. If there was one thing the Doctor excelled at, he reflected, it was noise. Hame's voice rose as she attempted to calm him, to explain the predicament that they all found themselves in. He felt the Doctor's distress as the Time Lord at last understood.

The Doctor recognized his mental voice at once. "The Face of Boe!" He dashed toward the transport tank and knelt in front of it, one hand on the glass.

I knew you would come. His aeons-deep fatigue colored his voice.

Concern crossed the Doctor's mobile face. "Old friend, what happened to you?"

Failing. For a moment, he lapsed into unconsciousness; when he came to, Hame was explaining to the Doctor what they had done, how they had managed to save those in the under-city from the virus that had devastated the over-city and the world. Save them, Doctor. Save them.

He almost smiled as the Doctor practically exploded into action, whipping out the sonic screwdriver as he went.

"Who looks at a screwdriver and says, 'Gee, this could be a bit more sonic'?" he heard in his memory. Other images chased that first one, and he knew himself to be dying. Again. But it was different this time. At long, long last, a true end approached. He had once been brought back to life by the energy of the time vortex itself, but even time comes to an end eventually -- he would know, after all.

In his mind, he saw once more Rose's excitement as she finally managed to name the planet Raxacoricofallipatorious without tripping over her tongue. He remembered kissing her goodbye -- and the Doctor, too -- before that first death. He'd been in love with both of them. He still remembered the deep pain he'd felt upon reading her name on the list of the missing after the Battle of Canary Wharf. She was long dead now, stranded in her alternate universe after the Doctor sent the Cybermen and Daleks back through that rift.

Not the Rift, of course, not his Rift. That Rift hadn't been in London, but Cardiff, right through the center of the city. His to guard. He had been a guardian most of his life, he realized. Not a bad way to live, after all.

His attention was drawn back to his companions by the Doctor's rising cry of denial. "The transformers are blocked! The signal can't get through!"

Doctor.... I give you my last.... A tendril of thought opened a floodgate of energy, the last of his life-energy, pouring out through the cables to release those trapped so far below. Martha, he thought. Fiery Martha, so proud of her medical knowledge, so pleased with her job with UNIT. But that was yet in her future -- his so distant past. He could feel the exultation from below, the rising tide, as the motorway roof opened and the trapped vehicles rose triumphantly into the sky.

Infectious as the Doctor's elation was, he could not share it. Though he wanted to dance with joy, whirl Novice Hame about and kiss her feline face, he was long past such displays. And he was dying. At long last.

The last surge of energy had disrupted the systems of his transport. The glass began to crack, the smoky atmosphere -- there mostly for show; he had never been able to resist the theatrical -- leaking out. Novice Hame, who had been doing her best to cycle the transport's systems manually, made a small noise of distress. He reached out with a mental caress. She had done so well these past years. She had more than earned the forgivenes she sought.

"Doctor?" A new voice. An old voice. Martha Jones had arrived.

"Over here," the Doctor called, his attention mostly on the dying being before him. Martha entered the room, looking exactly as
he remembered her, though his form clearly bothered her more than a little judging by her exclamation of "What's that?"

"This is the Face of Boe," the Doctor replied. "It's all right. Come and say hello. And this is Hame. She's a cat. Don't worry. He's the one that saved you, not me."

"My lord gave his life to save the city," Hame said, as Martha knelt beside her. "And now he is dying."

"No, don't say that," the Doctor said, false cheer in his voice, "not old Boe. Plenty of life left."

He had been in that transport chamber so long that he'd almost forgotten what air smelled like. It smelled musty. Still, "It's good the breathe the air once more," he said aloud.

"Who is he?" Martha asked the Doctor.

"I don't even know," the Time Lord replied.

The Face of Boe found that despite his vast age and his greatly changed state, that pricked his vanity. But the Doctor was still speaking. "Legend says the Face of Boe has lived for billions of years. Isn't that right? And you're not about to give up now."

"Everything has its time. You know that, old friend, better than most."

"The legend says more," Novice Hame said unexpectedly.

The Doctor shook his head. "Don't. There's no need for that."

Hame continued inexorably, like the darkness that Jack could feel creeping over him. "It says that the Face of Boe will speak his final secret to a traveller."

"Yeah, but not yet. Who needs secrets, eh?" The Doctor was still desperately trying to prevent the inevitable. For a moment, Jack felt sorry for his old friend. There had been a time when he had been a child in comparison to the Time Lord, but now, it was the Doctor who was like a small child desperately trying to prevent bedtime from approaching. But there was no preventing what was to come. What had already come.

"I have seen so much," he mused. "Perhaps too much. I am the last of my kind — as you are the last of yours, Doctor."

"That's why we have to survive. Both of us. Don't go," the Time Lord pleaded, tears in his eyes.

"I must," he said firmly. "But know this, Time Lord. You are not alone."

Shock reverberated through the Doctor's mind and closed it to his touch as the Time Lord jumped up and away, removing his physical presence as well. Jack closed his eyes. Very well. Everyone dies alone in the end. Had someone said that to him?

The darkness was very close now, and he welcomed it. He sensed Martha's puzzlement at the Doctor's reaction, as well as her unrequited love for the Time Lord. She did not yet know the Time Lord's secret.

He sent one final pulse of love and respect to Novice Hame, felt her weeping, and then darkness rolled over him, and broke, and there was, at the last, light, and a voice teasing him.

"Well, you took your time," Rose said.


Author's Notes:

  • This story was written almost immediately after the end of the third season of the current run of Doctor Who, after Jack Harkness reveals that he was known in his youth as the Face of Boe, because he was the first Time Agent to be recruited from the Boeshane Peninsula. I did not revise it to take into account any of his subsequent Torchwood or Doctor Who appearances. (Which is why neither Donna nor Sarah Jane appear in it.)

  • It's a little maudlin, but there's something really, really, really sad about the Face of Boe.

  • Because of the nature of the story I was telling, I had to weave in the dialogue from the three episodes in which the Face of Boe appeared. Very little of the dialogue, therefore, is original to me.

Disclaimer: Doctor Who and Torchwood and the characters, situations, and appertenances thereto are all owned by the BBC. I'm just borrowing them. No infringement is intended and no profit will be had herefrom.
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Note: This story contains major spoilers for the Doctor Who episodes "The End of the World," "New Earth," and "Gridlock," including some dialogue from those episodes. There are also minor spoilers for the first three seasons of the current production of Doctor Who.

Part One

In his long lost youth, the Face of Boe would never have believed that endless life -- with time to do and be and learn so many new things -- could be boring. There had come a time, though, when he'd seen and done it all: He'd crossed the universe thousands of times. He'd traveled in time, both legally and illegally. He'd had dear friends and bitter enemies. There was nothing new to him in the whole universe.

To alleviate his boundless boredom, the Face of Boe got involved in politics, and later, philanthropic endeavors. A great deal of the funding for opening New Earth to human settlement came from his coffers through his various corporations and foundations. Eventually, he took a residence on the planet. He liked being surrounded by the ebb and flow of humanity; it reminded him of days long gone.

Continuing his philanthropy, he contributed vast sums to the Sisters of Plenitude, endowing their new hospital. He watched from his balcony as, across the bay from New New York, the shimmering tower rose girder by girder into the sky. When it was completed and opened for business, he looked on it from time to time with a proprietary pride.

It seemed only a short time after that, though it was, in truth, decades, when his dreams began to be disturbed by voices calling out for solace and hands reaching out for comfort. The dreams disturbed his sleep for weeks, but it wasn't until he heard the voices during the day that he realized they were not merely products of his troubled mind. The Face of Boe went to his balcony and contemplated his hospital's shining tower. "Something," he said slowly, "is rotten in the state of Denmark."

He closed his eyes and reached out. What he found sent his mind reeling. The Sisters would dare to do that? With his money? That made him responsible...and he had to end it. By the time he had turned his transport tank, though, he knew he could not do it. Politics and his own web of corporations hemmed him in. There was no way for him to withdraw his support from the hospital.

It did not happen often, but there were times when he wished for the simplicity of his two hands and a gun. He still had the gun, though it hadn't been fired in thousands of years. He sighed. Right, then. He couldn't go in there, guns blazing. He needed help. He needed...well, he needed a Doctor.


The Face of Boe seldom made public appearances, anymore; when he did, a media frenzy generally resulted. After all, he was well-known throughout several galaxies. Aside from being devastatingly handsome, he was obscenely rich -- the richest single being known. Of course, he'd had a long time to amass his fortune. The celebrity rags consistently named him their most eligible bachelor, which amused him endlessly. Fortunately, few of the eager starlets and socialites he met were willing to contemplate spending their lives with a big head in a jar, no matter how mentally talented he might be -- and he could say without boasting that he was very talented, indeed. His highly developed mental abilities compensated for his lack of other physical amenities.

But no matter how well-known he might be, very little was actually known about him. Though reporters constantly asked, he rarely answered personal questions. As a result, all manner of ridiculous rumors and legends had followed him through the ages. Only one of them was important, and that one, he had started himself.

So when he checked himself into the hospital of New New York, it caused a media fury that lasted for days. But eventually, the reporters got tired -- helped along, no doubt, by Matron Casp's frosty "None of your business" whenever anyone asked about the Face of Boe's condition -- and one by one, they wandered off for more interesting stories. Meanwhile, whispers circulated among the hospital's staff that the Face of Boe was, at long last, dying of old age.

Certainly he looked like he was dying: he floated in his smoke, asleep most of the time. His nurse, Novice Hame, reported that he was rarely conscious, though she could often hear his voice in her mind, singing ancient songs. Matron Casp was not sure she approved of Hame's attachment to her patient; she would need to learn to be more objective in order to properly serve the Sisters' purpose. Still, she was young and idealistic; she'd learn in time.

He was not dying, however -- at least, not yet. There was one thing that he had known for millenia, one hope to which, in latter centuries, he had clung: he knew how he would die. There had been a time when such knowledge would have frightened him witless, but with millenia of life had come a vast weariness. He was more than ready to stay forever in the comforting darkness.

He had checked into the hospital to take advantage of the Sisters' devotion to their patients; he knew he would be well cared for while he wrought their destruction. While his body rested in their care, his mind ranged free, sending a telepathic call throughout time and space. If the Doctor did not hear him, then certainly the living TARDIS would. In either case, it was only a matter of time; he only hoped he could maintain the call long enough: he did not want the Sisters to become aware of his...condition.

Days passed. He screened his activity from any of the Sisters' medical scans by filling his surface thoughts with music. Hymns, opera, rock and roll that he hadn't heard in millenia, lullabies that his mother had crooned to him on the Boeshane Peninsula, anything that occurred to him. Hame, apparently somewhat psychic herself, was entranced by the songs. He was not above ruthlessly exploiting her devotion.

At last, when he was beginning to despair, with exhaustion clawing at him, and darkness waiting to claim him, he heard the TARDIS' answering song. He felt it when the time capsule solidified out of the vortex; with a final crack, the engines of the TARDIS shut down. The door opened and figures appeared. He could see them with his inner eye and he followed them as they explored the ground where the TARDIS had materialized. The Doctor had changed, regenerated. This was the Doctor as he had last known him so many millenia ago. Rose Tyler, too, had become a seasoned traveler of time and space and fairly bounced with glee at setting foot on a new planet. One last message, then, to draw the pair to the hospital and he could rest for a while.

On the slightly psychic paper which the Doctor carried in his pocket, a message appeared: Ward 26. Please come. He held his thought and will focused on that little rectangle of white until the Doctor had read it and shown it to Rose. Then, exhausted, he allowed the message and his consciousness alike to fade.


He heard, dimly, the conversation passing in front of his tank between Novice Hame and the Doctor. The feline novice was telling the Doctor the legend about his last secret and the wanderer, the rumor so important to both of them that he had started it himself. He could feel the Doctor's interest and curiosity. Despite his muzziness, he recognized the signature of the psychograft in the depths below them, as Cassandra O'Brien Dot Delta Seventeen's spirit leaped from her skin to Rose's body, but before he could say anything, sleep pulled him back down. Around him, chaos briefly reigned.

When next he woke, his mind was clear and the Doctor was walking toward him, smiling. "You were supposed to be dying."

What passed for a heart in his body hammered briefly in the light of the Doctor's smile.

There are better things to do today. Dying can wait.

Behind the Doctor, Rose rolled her eyes. "Oh, I hate telepathy," she muttered. "Just what I need, a head full of big face."

The voice was Rose's, but the thought was not; Cassandra still possessed her. But Cassandra was not his problem. I have grown tired with the universe, Doctor, but you have taught me to look at it anew.

The Doctor knelt before his tank. "There are legends, you know, saying that you're millions of years old."

He laughed. There are? That would be impossible. He cast his mind outward, assessing the condition of the hospital and was pleased by what he found. Yes, the Doctor had worked his magic. The Flesh were cured of their induced disease and isolation. He would have to see what else his resources could do for them in the little time they had. He could find no trace of Matron Casp, however, and wondered what had happened to her; she, like the rest of the Sisterhood, should be punished for their crimes. Hame, he discovered, was in custody below. At least he knew where she was; he would need her later.

The Doctor laughed. "Wouldn't it just? I got the impression there was something you wanted to tell me."

A great secret.

"So the legend says."

It can wait. He almost laughed again as frustration flashed across the Doctor's face.

"Oh, does it have to?"

He smiled slightly and made a couple of adjustments to his transport. We shall meet again, Doctor, for the third time, for the last time, and the truth shall be told. Until that day.... His gaze slid briefly to Rose's face -- the last time he would see her, and it wasn't even Rose. Still...he reached out, and let Cassandra taste his great weariness and boredom. This, Cassandra, is eternal life. Is this what you want? For Rose's spirit, trapped under Cassandra's domination, he spared a caress, a mental hand on the cheek. All this, in the instant before he initiated his teleport and the hospital ward faded away to be replaced by the familiar sight of his home.

He sighed, his breath whiffling the smoke of his transport tank. He hadn't quite told the Doctor the truth just now. He was tired of the universe, more tired than even the Doctor could possibly imagine. But he had one more great task to perform and beyond that, an ending was at last in sight. For someone who had lived so long, seen so many things, outlasted everyone he'd ever cared for, it was hardly more than seconds away.

Part Three
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