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Crossing the Veil-- DW Halloween Fic (1/?)

Title: Crossing the Veil
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Ten, Jack, Martha, Donna
Word Count: 481
Rating: G (I believe)
Notes: This was sparked by a challenge over at dwfiction but when the idea came to me, I didn't have the list of criteria in front of me so it don't quite fit. The idea wouldn't die and so here it is. In order to have it done for Halloween, I'm posting it as I get it typed. I've only written Jack before so I apologize if the characters are a bit off.
Disclaimer The characters all belong to the BBC.

Crossposted about. Again, my apologies.

Jack kicked at an overturned desk and tried not to think on what led this office block, this piece of prime London real estate, to be abandoned. He tried not to think of all the lives lost in

the pursuit of glory. There was one face he kept seeing, the one face that brought him here.

"This is where she died."

"Hmm?" Jack turned to his friend, a young black woman.

"This is where she died. My cousin Adeola. It feels weird, being here. Like there's some sort of-I dunno-aura about the place."

"Like you're trespassing somewhere sacred?" She nodded. "You get that a lot at battlefields. It's knowing that people died where you're standing."

She shivered. "So why here? I'd've thought you'd want to stay away from this place."

"It's a theory I want to test." Jack looked at his watch. "You did tell him this exact date and time?"

"'Course I did. Do you doubt me?"

Jack grinned. "You saved the world, Martha Jones. I'd never doubt you."

"Good. I'll remind you of that later."

At that moment the familiar sweet sound of ancient grinding machinery echoed throughout the empty room. An old-fashioned blue police box materialized with a final thump. The door
opened and out stepped the Doctor, tall and lanky like Jack remembered, his hair maybe a bit poofier. He was wearing the brown pinstripe with a maroon shirt.

"Jack, Martha, why are we here? You know how I feel about this place."

"Yeah, but what is this place?" A redhead pushed her way past the Doctor and into the room. "Looks like it's seen better days."

She's not the Doctor's usual slim and trim type. What's the current phrase? Full-figured, that's it.

"You're in Canary Wharf," Martha told her. "Surely you remember?" she added at the woman's blank look.

"Don't even go there," said the Doctor. He faced Martha. "You're looking good, Dr. Jones. Working at Torchwood seems to suit you." He gave her a quick hug. "So why are we here?"

"I have a theory I wanted to try out. As you know, Halloween is-"

"Jack-o-lanterns, kids dressed as werewolves, vampires-kind of amusing, really, after seeing the real thing."

"That's what it is now. Originally it was thought to be the time when the veil between worlds was able to be crossed." He paused, waiting to see if the Doctor would see where he was going with this.

"It's a bit of a long shot, Jack, you do know that?"

"Course I do, but I'd rather try it than pass up the chance." He pulled a sheet of notations from his pocket. "The Celts talked about stars and planetary alignments. I think this is the time to try."

The Doctor pulled out his glasses and slipped them on before peering at Jack's scrawl. "You're right. I think we can do it."


( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 24th, 2012 09:56 pm (UTC)
Love the concept, wish I could see more!
Oct. 24th, 2012 11:13 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it but this is all that was planned.
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