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tanookikiss · 4 years ago

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for the prompt thing, acexpeter and 19 :)

I hope you like it! :)

Hole In the Wall

Peter sat on the floor with his back against the wall, gazing bleary eyed at his half empty bottle of Vodka. He was quite strung out from the lines he snorted moments ago.Technicolor shapes warped and danced across his line of vision.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Peter could hear Ace destroy his hotel room next door. It sounded like he trying to break their neighboring wall down with a jackhammer. Under normal circumstances, Peter would be happily joining his friend in the demolition party but right now he had other things on his mind.

“I don’t love Lydia anymore,” Peter whispered sadly, taking another swig from his bottle. He welcomed the pain in his throat with a satisfying “Ah” noise.

VROOM! VROOM! VROOM! VROOM!

Ace must be using the chainsaw now.

Peter sighed, thinking back to his phone call earlier. Lydia had been crying and screaming at him, accusing him of cheating! It wasn’t cheating if it was just sex, right? He didn’t love those groupies. They were merely there for his entertainment. He was a Rockstar after all! It’s not his fault he was blessed with a well-endowed member. Hell, it would be a sin to not use such a divine gift. What was the harm? Surely, Lydia was just overreacting, like always.

“George Peter John Criscuola, I know there’s another woman in your life! You’re in love with another woman, just admit it!” She had shrieked at him.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Was Ace using a crowbar now?

“I’m not in love with another woman!” Peter had shouted back into the receiver.

He was in love with another man.

The very thought terrified Peter. He had developed feelings for his best friend. Ace was everything that Lydia was not. He was charming, adventurous and hilarious! Ace radiated an energy that was just…so out of this world.

Peter blushed, remembering the first time they kissed.

Ace and Peter were both drunk off their asses at an after party a few nights ago. They were in a closet getting busy with an equally drunken chick. Sharing partners was not outrageous for them. However, as soon as the girl passed out, the two directed their lust towards each other.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

Now what in the hell was he doing!?

Peter continued to ignore the violent tremors coming from the wall behind him. Instead he touched his lips while thinking about Ace.

The kiss was sloppy but still very sweet. Ace had wrapped his arms around Peter, pulling him into a protective hug. Peter felt…safe. Throughout his entire life living in Brooklyn, Peter had no concept of the word “safe.” You had to fight like hell to survive. The Catman knew this first hand after his many encounters with death.

But there was something about that night. Ace’s touch had sent an electrical surge through his veins. No street drug ever gave him that kind of rush before! It was a feeling…so addicting. Peter craved that sweet burning heat much like he craved a cocaine fix. He needed it BAD!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Peter could feel Ace ramming something heavy against the wall. The drummer still sat against the wall completely undeterred from Ace’s chaotic tomfoolery next door.

Peter couldn’t stop thinking about Ace. Lydia was nothing in comparison to Ace! She didn’t have eyes like the stars! She didn’t make him feel any safer in this cruel, cruel world! And there was never an electrical spark between them when they made love!

Peter couldn’t hold in anymore. His dam of emotions was threatening to break free at any moment!

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!

A powerful blast of drywall and debris burst through the wall, narrowly missing contact with Peter’s head. Peter was still a bit dizzy from the booze and drugs to be able to register what had just happened.

“PETER!!!!!” cried out a familiar voice.

Peter turned his head to see Ace staring back at him through a medium sized hole in the wall.

“Ace!” Peter said in surprise, staring back into the beautiful eyes of his beloved spaceman.

“I needed tah see yaaaa…I gotta….tell ya sum…thing….impoooort...tant,” Ace slurred, reaching his hand through the hole, clumsily trying to find Peter’s hand.

Peter grabbed a hold of Ace’s hand firmly. “What is it?”

“I’m in loooove with ya, Cat!”

“Ace! I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me!” Peter wailed, interlacing his fingers with Ace’s fingers.

“What the fuck have you done!?” shrieked Big John as he came running into Ace’s room, pulling the drunken spaceman from the hole, looking horrified at the blazed Peter Criss staring back at him on the other side.

“I needed tah see ‘im! I miss ‘im!” Ace whined, looking up into Big John’s eyes with a bloodshot pleading look.

“Why didn’t you just go next door to see him?” the pissed off bodyguard raged.

“Beeecause I looooooove ‘im!”

“I love you too, Ace!” Peter cried, trying to reach his hand through to the other side.

“That’s enough! Get to bed both of you! The hotel manager is on his way up here!” Big John freaked, using the TV to cover as much of Ace’s damage as possible.

Within a few minutes, a loud knock was heard at Ace’s door.

“What’s going on in here!? My phone has been ringing off the hook all night with complaints of loud noises and heavy machinery use coming from this room! You better not be destroying hotel property or I’m calling the cops!”

Peter listened as Big John answered the door, apologizing for the inconvenience, assuring the manager that Ace had been asleep this entire time. It was the same well-rehearsed script that the poor bodyguard had to recite at EVERY hotel they stayed at on tour. He was quite skilled at covering for Ace and Peter’s bullshit.

Peter listened to the conversation with his ear against the wall. The hotel manager was not convinced and wanted to see for himself! Once Big John did let him in, he clearly saw Ace looked to be fast asleep in bed. Big John did a hell of a job hiding the hole, because the hotel manager didn’t seem to notice.

“If he was asleep then where did all of those noises come from!?”

With a heavy sigh, Big John escorted a still skeptical hotel manager out of Ace’s room and down the hallway.

“I better not get any more complaints tonight!” he could hear the hotel manager’s voice down the hall.

Once the coast was clear, Ace jumped out of bed and threw the TV across the room, revealing his newly demolished hole into Peter’s room.

“Hiya Cat!” Ace cackled, waving like a buffoon to Peter on the other side.

“Hiya Acey!” Peter giggled, waving back at him.

“I love you!

“I love you too!”

#KISS fanfiction #KISS band fanfiction #Peter x Ace #Ace came in like a wrecking ball!#tanookiroxx

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raywritesthings · 6 years ago

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A Different Return 4/?

My Writing Fandom: Doctor Who Characters: Donna Noble, Tenth Doctor, Shaun Temple, Wilfred Mott, Simm!Master Pairing: Doctor/Donna Summary: When an accident brings Donna Noble back just before the Doctor’s prophesied death, how might events change? AO3 link

Very sorry for the delay on this one, folks. Had some ideas to decide between, but hopefully you enjoy!

Donna paced about the kitchen as the minutes dragged on. It was light out, but that hardly meant anything. Nobody ever got up early for Christmas. Which meant her plan to just get it all over with wasn’t exactly going to happen how she wanted.

Just because she’d decided it needed doing didn’t mean she was looking forward to it. Part of her wished she’d just run out the door with the Doctor and saved all the explaining for after all this evil Time Lord nemesis business. Surely the world would thank her!

Instead, Donna sighed and put on the kettle, then went back out to the sitting room to pace about there for a while.

It wouldn’t have been right. And anyway, it didn’t feel right, running around with a ring on her finger from a man she didn’t know how to love anymore. Every time one of them noticed it there on her hand or brought it up, everything just got awkward and stilted.

Why it was that way for the Doctor, she could only guess. Probably nettled about having to share her attention with someone else, or worried she’d choose to remain home at the end of the day. As if!

To Donna, it felt like she’d done something wrong. Betrayed him or something. She had promised forever. Though it was his fault she was in this mess with Shaun, so really what did she have to feel guilty about? She’d break the news gently — or as gently as a breakup on Christmas could be — then everything could go right back to how it’d been. Her and the Doctor, best friends in time and space, nothing more. That was enough, wasn’t it?

The kettle whistled, and Donna rounded the corner out of the sitting room. “Oi!”

There was a woman in the kitchen. A woman Donna had never met standing right in her mother’s kitchen and blocking the way to the kettle.

“You have returned, Donna, but only just in time.”

“Excuse me? Who are you? How do you know me?”

Her unexpected guest was older, but in a dignified sort of way, brown hair only just beginning to show wisps of gray and dressed in a white skirt suit. She also ignored her. “Events have already begun to move. If you are not prepared, it will mean the end.”

“The end of what?”

“You must be ready to make the choice.”

She felt her face heat up. “I know, and I’ve chosen, alright? What’s it your business for?”

“I do not speak of the choice in your heart,” the woman said, “but the choice for this world. For the universe and time itself.”

“What do you mean?” God, if there was one thing Donna hadn’t missed it was all the speaking in riddles that tended to happen around the Doctor.

As if reading her mind, the woman added, “You must not tell the Doctor any of this. If you wish to save his life, he cannot know.”

Donna frowned. “Hold on, are you the one who told him that prophecy nonsense?”

“Donna? Is that you down there?”

She looked away at the sound of Shaun’s voice, which cost her. When she turned back, the woman had disappeared into thin air.

“What the hell was that?” She said to herself.

“Donna?”

“In the kitchen,” she called out. Shaun padded in minutes later, still rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Oh, she really was horrible, wasn’t she?

“So...yesterday. That really happen?”

Donna nodded. “Yeah.”

He blew out a breath. “So what does this mean? You said you weren’t the same person that you were before. The person I know.”

“And I’m not. I mean, I just — Shaun, I don’t think this can work anymore. You and me.”

He didn’t look that surprised to hear her say it, but then again he didn’t look happy either. “Is it because you think I won’t like who you are anymore? Or that you don’t like me? Why can’t we try it out?”

“Because I don’t know how things would have ended if we tried out marriage like we were planning either. I’m not…” Donna squeezed her eyes shut. The truth it would have to be, even if she hated it. She hated the person she had used to be so much. “I liked you, Shaun, because you’re a good man. And that’s honestly hard to come by. But it wasn’t because I was passionate about your dreams or- or any of it. I said yes because I was scared of being alone.”

“And now you’re not alone because you’ve got this Doctor bloke,” he guessed, a deep crease in his forehead.

She winced. “I had a life out there. Out in the universe. That’s where my dreams are. And you should be with someone who’s not always wishing they were somewhere else.”

He looked down, his head bobbing in a slight nod. But then he met her eyes.

“Just tell me this: were you together?”

“No.”

Shaun didn’t seem to know whether to look relieved or not. Then he stared her down again. “Are you gonna be together?”

“I don’t know — no, probably not.”

“Then why can’t we—”

“We just can’t, Shaun.”

He fell silent for a moment. “So you do love him.”

Donna looked away, her mouth open but for once nothing to say.

“Even after he did whatever it was to you?”

“Look, if you want me to explain, then I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I can’t even explain it to myself.”

“Suppose they call it love for a reason.” He gave a heavy sigh. “Think I’ll just spend the holiday back at the flat, if that’s alright.”

“Sure,” she said quietly. As he moved to leave the kitchen it occurred to her, “Wait, I’ve still got the ring.”

He held up his palm. “Keep it. It was a gift.”

“Shaun, please just this once be realistic. There’s no telling when this recession’s gonna end.” She placed it into his hand then withdrew hers before he could try to pass it back. “I’ve troubled you enough without making you lose everything you spent on it. I’ll come by, once we’ve sorted out whatever this crisis is, and get my stuff. And I’ll keep paying my half of the rent until the lease is up.”

“You don’t—”

“No buts.”

“Right.” He paused, seeming unsure how to end this conversation. “Well then, good luck, I guess.”

“You too.”

A few minutes later, and the front door could be heard shutting on Shaun Temple. Donna’s eyes fell closed. It wasn’t that she regretted her decision, just that poor Shaun had been dragged into all this at all. Why couldn’t someone have stopped her?

Her mother’s voice had her eyes snapping back open a second later. “Who was that?”

“Uh, that was Shaun, mum.”

Her mother was dressed for the day and perfectly awake since she’d slept in. “Shaun? Where’s he gone?”

“He’s- he’s gone home. I broke it off.”

Just because it would be easier to get it over with didn’t make it any better for her ears.

“What?” Her mother stared down at her bare left hand in horror, then made an aborted step towards the front of the house as if she were about to chase her ex down. “Why would you do such a stupid thing?”

“Because it was the right thing to do. He doesn’t know me, the real me. He’d have no idea who he was marrying!”

“This always happens when he shows up,” her mother declared, and Donna knew they weren't talking about Shaun. “He’s always ruining things for you!”

“Right, if by ruining you mean literally saving my life in the first instance and getting my life back in the second. Mum, honestly tell me what was so great about me and Shaun. Did I seem happy? Really happy? Or was I just relieved to be off the market before I turned forty?”

“Well you’ll certainly still be on it indefinitely now. Broke off two engagements, dear Lord, what did I ever do?” Her mother stormed out of the kitchen, bumping into Gramps as he came through the archway.

“Hey, what’s all the commotion? Peace on Earth, isn’t it today?”

“Oh, a Merry Christmas indeed, dad,” her mum spat out bitterly. They both heard her stomping back up the stairs moments later.

He looked to her, and Donna sighed. “I ended things with Shaun.”

“Oh. Well, I figured that had to be coming. Don’t know why she’s surprised. Hey, where’s the Doctor?”

“Went to get the TARDIS. He should be back soon. I hope.”

The time seemed to drag on, however. They put on some music and Donna opened a couple of the presents she’d gotten. There wasn’t much to them, but then again she’d not been much of a person before yesterday.

Donna thought to make some margaritas to hopefully draw her mother back out, but she realized even with all the shopping she’d done the day before the one thing she’d forgotten was lemons. All they had in the fridge were oranges. Something told her that wouldn’t cut it, so she shut the refrigerator and decided to join her grandad out in the sitting room.

He’d unwrapped the present she’d bought him. It took Donna a moment to recall what it’d been. Some book, maybe a self-help thing?

Already having a feeling as to the answer, she asked anyway, “Do you like it then, the book?”

Her poor Gramps was so confused he didn’t even bother to try and sugarcoat it for her. “Joshua Naismith? I mean, what’d you get me this for?”

Donna threw her hands up in the air. “How should I know? Look, let’s just agree that I’m not responsible for any decisions I made while I didn’t have my memories. Clearly that me cannot be trusted.”

Current her was feeling right useless, truth be told, but fortunately just as the Queen’s Speech was about to start, she heard the familiar wheeze of the TARDIS engines.

“Oh, thank God.” Donna ran out the front door and met him halfway up the walk. “Right, we’re off then.”

But the Doctor caught her by both arms. “Hold on, I’ve got to talk to Wilfred.”

“Gramps? What for?”

“Well, I can’t track the Master myself, and I figure he’s the only one who can remember having those dreams about him, so that’s got to mean something. There’s no such thing as coincidences with your family.”

Reluctantly, she let him lead them back into the house, only Gramps wasn’t in the sitting room. They found him just coming out of his room.

Spaceman didn’t even give him time to say hello. “Wilfred, you’re the only one. The only connection I can think of. You’re involved, if I could work out how. Tell me, have you seen anything? I don’t know. Anything strange, anything odd?”

Donna abruptly remembered the conversation she’d had only this morning with the disappearing woman, but then the woman had said not to mention it. That didn’t really say one way or the other whether Donna ought to trust her, though.

Her grandad seemed to be struggling to come up with an answer as well. “Well, it was — no, it’s nothing.”

“Think-a-think-a-think,” the Doctor urged. “Maybe something out of the blue. Something connected to your life.”

“Well, Donna did give me this book.”

“Oh, forget the book,” she said.

The Doctor’s head whipped back and forth to look between them. “What book?”

“Here, I’ll show you.” Her Gramps walked back into the sitting room to retrieve it.

“It’s just some dumb thing that stupid me bought back when I couldn’t remember anything—”

“That’s the man. I was shown him by the Ood,” said the Doctor, taking the book from her grandad to stare at it.

Gramps looked just as surprised as she, though for different reasons. “What’s the Ood?”

“Aliens,” Donna answered.

“It’s all part of the convergence,” the Doctor continued. “Maybe? It may have been touching your subconscious.” He looked up at her, a slow smile spreading across his face. “You were still fighting for us, even then.”

A door opened upstairs. Her mum’s door. “Dad? Donna, what are you up to?”

Oh great. Of course her mother had decided to rejoin the festivities just now.

“She can’t see you,” Donna decided, grabbing hold of the Doctor’s arm and yanking him towards the back door, out of sight of the stairs.

Before she could shut it behind them, however, her grandad was slipping out, too.

“Gramps?”

“Well, I’d rather not have to explain to her where you’re going, if that’s alright.”

“You can’t come with us,” the Doctor said, looking more bewildered than anything.

Donna frowned. “And just why not?”

“Donna, it is going to be dangerous.”

They’d rounded the house, but just as they were reaching the street, her mum came out the front.

“You. Donna, dad, don’t you dare!”

“Any more dangerous than that?” Donna asked.

“Yeah, you’re not leaving me with her,” Gramps insisted.

The Doctor relented. “Fair enough.”

They all hurried inside, but while Spaceman ran right up to the console, her poor Gramps stood stock still just inside the doorway, hardly able to believe his eyes. Culture shock. She knew the feeling.

“Naismith. If I can track him down.” The Doctor typed something into the keyboard and glanced at the monitor before catching sight of her grandad looking around. “Ah. Right. Yes. Bigger on the inside. Do you like it?”

“I thought it’d be cleaner.”

“Cleaner?”

“Well, you’ve got to admit, it is a bit grunge,” Donna pointed out.

He looked at her with betrayal in his eyes. “I can take you both right back home.”

She didn’t believe him for one second. “No, you can’t. You need us.”

The Doctor deflated. “Yeah, alright.”

“Listen, Doctor, if this is a time machine, that man you're chasing, why can't you just pop back to yesterday and catch him?” Her Gramps asked as he finally came all the way up the ramp.

“No, it doesn’t work like that,” said Donna. “You can’t go back and do something you’ve already done or you’d have never done it in the first place.”

Spaceman had opened his mouth, likely to launch into some scientific ramble, but he stopped. “Right, what Donna said.”

Her grandad chuckled. “Well, that’s the way, isn’t it?”

The Doctor reached out and shook his hand. “Welcome aboard.”

“So, where are we headed?” She asked, hoping to steer them away from embarrassing her and further.

Spaceman rested his hand on a lever and looked to her. “Naismith Manor.”

—-

Wilfred truthfully wasn’t sure what he was meant to be doing here. Donna was back; surely that was all the Doctor needed?

But that woman from the church had shown up on his telly, calling upon him to act to save the Doctor’s life. Wilf was prepared to do just about anything for that wonderful man, though what had been asked of him weighed heavy on his mind, far heavier than the weight of the gun he carried hidden from the other two.

Donna had mentioned once in passing the Doctor didn’t approve of guns, and his granddaughter certainly wasn’t one for violence even if she respected him for serving their country. Perhaps he could tell her about the woman, for she’d only warned him not to speak to the Doctor. Between the two of them, they ought to be able to work out some solution that didn’t leave anyone hurt. Was it too much to expect a miracle for Christmas?

He was jarred from his worried thoughts by the Doctor’s strange ship giving a more final shudder than the previous ones and then ceasing its movement.

“Here we are,” the Doctor declared, and Wilf followed him and Donna down the ramp and out the doors.

“We’ve moved. We’ve really moved!” He’d known on some level they would, had even seen the ship disappear and fly before. But it was another thing entirely experiencing it himself!

Donna was keeping her eye on him as he marveled, though they both looked back when the Doctor asked them to hold on a moment. They watched as he pointed his key at the TARDIS, and it disappeared a second later.

“What did you do?” Donna asked, just as surprised as he was.

“Just a second out of sync. Don't want the Master finding the TARDIS. That's the last thing we need.”

He made as if to start walking, but Donna reached out for his arm. “You put the TARDIS a second out of sync?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said.”

“No, but hold on. Why was it so hard to move it a second out of sync in the Medusa Cascade? I mean what did you even need the subwave network for?”

The Doctor’s mouth worked for a moment with no ready answer. “Well, it- it’s not like I knew everything was a second ahead.”

“What does that even mean ‘a second out of sync from the rest of reality’?” Donna wondered. “Shouldn’t it just pop right back a second later?”

“Well, it’s still gone and it’s been a few seconds already,” Wilf pointed out, though it only left him more confused.

“And we should be going so we don’t get caught by anyone patrolling the area,” the Doctor decided, taking Donna’s hand to lead them along.

They left the stables and crept along the side of the building. “Very spies,” he thought he heard his granddaughter mutter. The Doctor smirked at her in return.

Wilf spoke as loud as he dared. “That book said he's a billionaire. He's got his own private army.” Every so often, he would pat his coat, checking to make sure his gun remained in place.

Wilf only just looked up and avoided walking right into their backs as the Doctor had suddenly pulled Donna against the wall, peering around the corner.

“Ever heard of asking?” Wilf’s granddaughter hissed.

The Doctor glanced down at her, looked about to motion for them to move, and then froze. “What happened to your ring?”

Donna didn’t quite seem to understand for a second. “What do you mean — I broke it off with Shaun, remember? I told you I was gonna do that.”

“You really did?” There was something like a smile playing around his mouth.

“Yes. Is now really the best time?”

“Er, right. I mean no, it’s not the best time. Maybe after — but, uh, down here,” the Doctor said, gesturing to a doorway set into the archway they’d hidden behind. He took out something long and thin like a pen, and with the press of a button and a buzzing sound gave them the access they needed.

Wilfred waited until the Doctor had disappeared through the door, then turned to Donna with a grin. “He noticed, eh? That’s a good sign.”

“Not the time, Gramps,” Donna blustered. He gave a shrug and allowed her through ahead of him. They’d get it all sorted in time, he supposed.

Wilf caught up with the pair of them as the passage they’d been following opened up into a bigger room. Unfortunately, there was someone already in that room. She’d only just caught sight of them and wasn’t even allowed a moment to speak first.

“Nice gate. Don't try calling security, or I'll tell them you're wearing a Shimmer,” The Doctor warned her. “Because I reckon anyone wearing a Shimmer doesn't want the Shimmer to be noticed, or they wouldn't need a Shimmer in the first place.”

“Sorry, what’s a Shimmer?” Donna asked.

The woman shrugged. “Well, it’s no good asking me. I haven’t any idea—”

But the Doctor had pointed that funny pen at her again and hit the button. “Shimmer.”

With a sudden ripple, the woman turned all green with little spikes sticking from her now bald head. She hardly seemed surprised by it, either.

Wilf gasped. “Oh, my Lord. She's a cactus.”

“What’d you do that to her for?” Donna demanded.

The Doctor looked rather affronted. “Me? I didn’t do anything. That’s how she was born. I only lifted her human disguise.”

He moved to the terminal the woman had been looking at and put on his spectacles. “He’s got it working, but what is it? What’s working?”

Another man entered the room from a set of stairs. “What are you doing here?”

The Doctor didn’t even look as he pointed his device a second time. “Shimmer!”

The man turned into a cactus just like the woman had before.

“What, him too?” Donna frowned. “I thought we were fighting another Time Lord.”

“We are. Not sure why they’re here,” said the Doctor. He then turned to the two cactuses. “Now, tell me quickly, what's going on? The Master, Harold Saxon, Skeletor, whatever you're calling him, what's he doing up there?”

“Oh, Skeletor’s good. I’d rather stick with that than Master — hold on, what would you call him Harold Saxon for?”

“Uhh, well, what �� who are you two, though?” The Doctor pivoted away from Donna to ask the cactuses. “I met someone like you. He was brilliant, but he was little and red.”

The cactuses started going on about Voccis and Bloccis or some such, and Donna rolled her eyes.

“Look, this gate thing. What does it do, and how can someone do something evil with it?”

The cactus he supposed was a woman shook her head. “It’s not for evil. It heals. It’s a medical device to make people better.”

The Doctor didn’t seem convinced that was it, and as Wilfred stared at the screens the cactuses had been monitoring, a thought occurred to him.

“So that thing’s like a sickbed, yes?”

“More or less,” was the answer he was given.

“Well, pardon me for asking, but why’s it so big?”

“Oh, good question. Why’s it so big?” The Doctor repeated.

“What’s it actually do?” Donna reiterated. Her patience was running thin with cactuses, it seemed.

“It transmits a medical template across the entire population of a planet,” one of the pair answered.

“Oh, brilliant,” said Donna. The Doctor had already started running up to the main level of the house. “Come on, Gramps!”

Wilfred was having an awful lot of trouble keeping up with the two of them, but he did his best. Something about that gate was dangerous for the Earth, that was clear. He could only hope they weren’t too late.

The Doctor had burst into a room and shouted for everyone to stop what they were doing, but then a man who had been seated in the strangest looking chair leapt out with electricity streaming from his hands and landed inside the alien gate. Now that he had a proper look at him, Wilf recognized him. And he wasn’t the only one.

“Oh my God, it is Harold Saxon!”

The man who looked just like their brief Prime Minister threw back his head and laughed.

“Yeah, I’d been meaning to tell you,” the Doctor muttered.

“He’s in my head,” said one of the men in the room. And Wilfred knew exactly what he meant.

“Doctor! Doctor, there's- there's this face.”

“What is it? What can you see?”

“Well, it's him. I can see him.” It was like his dreams, only worse.

The Doctor turned on his heels to ask, “Donna, what about you?”

“Well, duh, I can see him. He’s right there!” Donna said, sweeping an arm towards the Master.

“But in your head, is he in there?”

“No. There’s nothing.” She placed her hands on Wilf’s shoulders, distracting him from that horrible laugh he could hear in his mind. “Doctor, what about Gramps? How do we stop it?”

The Doctor was working at some sort of terminal, but the news didn’t look good. “I can’t turn it off.”

“That’s because I locked it, idiot,” said the Master.

“Oi, watch it, Bleach Boy!” Donna barked.

Wilf thought he saw the Master make a face, but the Doctor was ushering him back into some glass box to swap with a man in a lab coat. As soon as he stepped inside, the Master’s face and his laugh went away.

“Radiation shielding,” the Doctor explained. Then he reached out with one hand. “Alright, Donna, you get in the other side.”

Donna’s hands went to her hips, a clear refusal of the offer. “Why would I do that?”

“Donna, you and Wilf should both stay in,” the Doctor insisted.

“Look, I can’t be stuck inside this thing, I’ve got to stay out here! I’m not seeing or hearing anything, and you need all the help you can get!”

“But Donna,” Wilf began.

“Gramps, I’m fine. Promise. Don’t know why yet, but I am. And he needs me.” She placed one hand to the glass, and Wilf touched his own to the same spot on the other side.

“Fifty seconds and counting!” The Master cheerfully announced.

The Doctor turned to face him. “To what?”

“Oh, you’re going to love this.”

A strange pulse of energy left the gate and spread outward. Wilfred watched, palms pressed to the glass, as everyone else began to shake their heads rapidly. As each stopped one by one, it became clear something had gone horribly wrong.

“What have you done? You monster!”

The whole room had turned into him. Men, women, race, it didn’t seem to matter.

The Doctor, however, only seemed to have eyes for the one person who had remained the same. “Donna, you didn’t change.”

“Forget me, Doctor, we’ve got to stop it!”

The alien blinked, rapidly shaking his head as if to clear the cobwebs. “He’s locked the controls. I can’t shut it down. It’s gonna spread across the whole world!”

“The human race was always your favorite, Doctor,” said the Master. “And now, there will be no human race. There will only be the Master race!” He threw back his head once more for another laugh, which was echoed by all the other ones in the room.

“Donna, I’m sorry,” the Doctor was saying. “There’s nothing — Donna?”

Wilfred tore his eyes from the laughing Masters to realize his granddaughter had left the Doctor’s side. She hefted a chair and started to whack at one of the sides of the gate.

“No, no, no, what are you doing?” The Master seemed unable to move from his spot in the middle, but his eyes were widening as with each hit of the chair the loud hum of the gate seemed to quiet more and more.

“When the buttons don’t work, it’s time for a manual shutdown,” Donna said. “Think I’m gonna stand and watch you turn the whole planet into you?”

“Stop her!”

“Don’t you hurt her!” The Doctor darted forward.

Several Masters moved, first grabbing the Doctor and then Donna. Two were required to get Wilf out of the glass box.

“Conversion was only successful over fifty percent of the planet’s surface,” another Master announced.

The original Master scowled. “Donna, was it?”

“Leave her alone,” said the Doctor, quiet but with an undeniable edge to his tone.

“You think that’s up to you to decide? You couldn’t even be bothered to stop me! No, it’s always the companion,” the Master continued, pacing ever closer.

Donna was doing her best to stand tall even with her arms held behind her back. “You think you’re gonna scare me looking like a washed up Backstreet Boy?”

“Something should scare you. The gate covered every inch of this building, this whole half of the planet. It converted every human...but not you.” The Master was using the scant inches he had on his granddaughter to loom over her. “And I want to know why.”

“You won’t touch her if you know what’s good for you,” said Wilfred. Even if he didn’t know how he could stop it from happening, he’d be damned if he didn’t try. If only he could get to his gun, maybe he could bluff their way out of here.

But the Master merely called to one of his copies, “Restrain them all.”

“Tell me we’ve got a plan,” Donna muttered.

The Doctor said nothing. And Wilf realized that there was no plan — not one that involved them getting out alive. Only yesterday this wonderful man had been convinced whatever encounter with the Master would lead to his death. Wilf still didn’t know how he was supposed to help save him as that mysterious woman in white had said.

But now it seemed it was Donna he should have been worrying about!

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akeithinshiningarmor · 8 years ago

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fic refs

in no particular order because organized? i don’t know her

under cut because it’s ridiculously long by now

hold on, we’re going home: shklance, nsfw. this is so sweet and cute?? i love it. i love it so much. keith gets preg somehow with shiro’s baby and lance takes care of him while he’s gone on a mission.

replacement: shiro/alien, omegaverse, omega!shiro. shiro accidentally kills an alien mamma and takes care of the youngs, then the alien daddy. heed the warnings. i love this fic i’m a sinner i admit

my right-hand man: sheith, death fic, nsfw. GROSS FUCKING SOBBING. a mandatory sheith reading. shiro remembers everything about keith and it’s all pain and all good. a++ i will print this fic and kiss it.

tonight i can write the saddest line: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind au, sheith. keith meets shiro, they fall in love, shiro forgets him, keith decides to do the same. pain but good. so good. good lawd. my tears.

when you rise: unfinished, sheith but focuses on everyone too! a really good fic, an interesting take on keith imo and gosh everyone in this seems perfect mkay

maybe we’ll find a brand new ending: kitty boy!keith/cop!shiro au. THIS IS SO CUTE AND SOFT AND I SQUEAL EACH TIME I READ IT I’M SUPER ULTRA WEAK TO HOW CUTE KEITH IS

not your average teen slasher flick (rated r): a scream au. yes!! a scream au. holy shit it’s everything i want from this fandom tbh. non-con and nsfw, gore and heed the warnings. there’s a killer in town and the vld kids are in danger and that asshole killer even kidnaps poor bby lance.

hiemps amare: vamp!shiro/human!keith, nsfw. this is so GOOD and i want it to FUCKING UPDATE. keith finds vampire shiro tied to a chair in the attic and thinks he’s hot stuff.

like crystal guts: this list wouldn’t be complete without a fic (or two or four or seven of EVERY) fic from fenri. shiro is keith’s sugar daddy, a sexy and awesome fic tbh like everything they do

spit & out: sheith, spy au. shiro and keith are awful boyfriends and jjesus christ i want this to update again i love it with all my sinner heart keith is always so sexy in fenri’s fics. everything about this is 100% good GO READ IT.

use me: klance, trans keith, 100% nsfw. also watersports. dirty boys and pee what else?

star maker, dream maker, spaceman: sheith, intersex shiro, nsfw. the galras gave shiro a vagina and keith and shiro do the risky do. some awesome bottom!shiro, everything about this is great and it’s honestly my favourite even though i’m very picky about bottom shiro but fuck it’s so good GO READ IT

leo rising serie: the intersex galtean keith fics you’ve been looking for. nsfw, characterization is good, and galra keef sounds extra cute imo.

shining like the stars: the mandatory nsfw abo shklance au. keith and lance are together as omegas but then get joined by alpha shiro. it’s got the plot, it’s got the porn, read ittttt.

kindling: lance/everyone and everything. this fic is so good?? i love my lancey boy suffering?? anyway: an abo alien race finds that non-abo human lance would make a perfect omega and rights the wrong that he isnt. poor lance. heed the warnings but: non-con, non con body modifications, abo, ect...

love is for fools who fall behind: nsfw, shklance, abo, omega!keith. similar to the last fic but an au. lance and shiro gets gifted omega!keith who’s been made into the perfect omega. dark fic, heed the warnings yadda yadda.

the road not taken: nsfw, sheith, bottom shiro. shiro and keith get the life they deserved... or do they?

dragon wishes and piecrust promises: abo, shklance, nsfw. I WANT THIS TO UPDATE. alpha couple shiro and keith gonna bone lance through an heat because of dragon magic.

in the emperor’s service: nsfw, everyone/zarkon. the pregnant space concubine fic, as the author puts it. i want it to fucking update boyyyy.

goodbye apathy: shklance, nsfw, non-con. keith gets tortured by zarkon before the team gets him back. dark dark fic. should update too jeesssssuuussssssss.

though the stars walk backwards: sheith, galra keith. champion shiro is given keith as a slave for being the champion basically. update soon pls???

the whole town’s sleeping: pre kerberos sheith. this is so good??

hey, hey, my playmate: captive prince au meets space politics. you know the joke by now. PLEASE UPDATE.

pretty: keith/random galras. noncon + nsfw. poor keith i love u but suffer.

crossing lines: abo klance + pining and one sided sheith. omega keith is in heat and good little sweetheart lance tries to help.

what we do for victory: shklance, nsfw, abo. the paladins try to get an alliance with a planet with strict rules for omegas, so lance and keith gotta abide by them. heed the warnings.

solamen miseris: sheith, nsfw. demon keith and priest shiro. the blasphemy is strong in this one.

bang it out: nsfw, sheith, klance. keith gets accidentally transformed into a hot chick and lance and shiro gotta bone him. dirty, dirty fic.

the sword of time will pierce our skin: shklance, sheith, shance, klance. blue paladin lance is given to galra prince keith and his bodyguard shiro takes care of his education. nsfw, non con, etc.

at ease, cadet: sheith and military kink + fisting. damn good.

old sick boys: hance. hunk is in underground, illegal fighting and he also really like lance.

Ich lass für dich das Licht an: sheith, nsfw. shiro can’t get it up and keith is fine with it.

117-9875: sheith, nsfw. another mandatory sheith read tbh?? like everything fenri does because they’re amazing. keith loves shiro but shiro’s the hero of the story so it’s complicated.

the legend of the sun and moon: another really popular pick but it’s popular for a reason. asian mythology + voltron. sheith, bottom shiro... shiro is captured by the huns the galras and meets keith there and they fall in love.

i’d get lost in space with you: sheith, trans keith, nsfw, pre kerberos. how they fall in love and find each other again... this is really great and cute!!

ok this is getting really long lmao so guess i’ll stop there.

#text #mary talks #fic rec #fics rec

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Peake: ‘I would return to opening in a heartbeat’ – BBC News

Media captionTim Peake: “The spacecraft truly does blow itself apart”

Tim Peake says he would go back into infinite “in a heartbeat” after his six-month mission to the space station.

The UK astronaut has given his first full press conference since touching down on the Kazakh steppe on Saturday.

He is the first person to tent-fly to space under the UK banner since Helen Sharman in 1991 and built the first spacewalk by a UK astronaut.

During the 186 -day mission, Maj Peake too remotely steered a robot on Earth and ran the London Marathon.

He told a news conference: “I would do it again in a heartbeat. And I can say that because I’ve spoken to my bride and she is incredibly supportive of it.”

He also said he hoped the UK would cast farther Britons into space.

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“We have to be continuing our contributions to human spaceflight, ” he told journalists at the European Astronaut Centre in Cologne, Germany.

But he explained: “Life doesn’t stop with the International Space Station, ” adding that there were likely to be other upcoming opportunities over the coming years, including potential assignments to the Moon and Mars.

“If we are not involved now we will simply miss the boat, ” he said.

David Shukman, BBC Science Editor

For someone who’s only back from six months off countries around the world, Tim Peake ogled remarkably well and he spoke in an easy and tighten manner.

Still adjusting to the sense of weight and the novel stability of the field, he might have been expected to have dreaded this appearance and yearn for his bed instead. As it rotated it, Europe’s newest astronaut seemed to relish the chance to talk.

His doctor was waiting in the offstages, poised to deliver the event to a shut, but no involvement was necessitated. Tim was graphic about his brutal and fiery swoop, passionate about the necessity of achieving Britain not to be left behind in future seat duties, and funny about the pleasure of “re going to the” loo assisted by gravitation.

But, as ever, he was most inspired when describing the inspirational effect his adventure would have on schoolchildren. And where reference is would like to know whether he had a content for the students at his first institution, Westbourne Primary in West Sussex, he urged them to remember that he’d merely reached three poor -Alevels but had just rendered from cavity. He’ll make a see to the UK next month. Peake-mania is highly likely.

Returning to Earth

Describing the swoop to Earth on Saturday, Maj Peake said: “The descent is a really exciting travel … you can’t help the boy inside you that’s experiencing this fantastic journey back from space.

He said the pyrotechnic bolts that went off to separate the swoop module( containing such crew members) from the other two parts of the Soyuz spacecraft seemed “like a very heavy machine gun”, adding that “the spacecraft really does blow itself apart”.

Image copyright NASA/ Bill Ingalls

Image caption The Soyuz capsule stroked down near the town of Dzhezkazgan in south-central Kazakhstan

As the ancestry module ceased further in altitude, Mr Peake said: “You truly get a strong sensation that you are falling back to the planet … the capsule gets very hot, you’re working against the Gs( gravitational forces ), you’re working on against the heat, you’ve got your visor down with not much ventilation, you’re having to read the systems and check the spacecraft.”

But he interpreted: “Probably the most dynamic fraction is where the parachute – the drogue chute – opens. For 20 seconds you’re get genuinely flung around, so you have to hold on and wait for it all to stop.”

Readjusting to Earth

Maj Peake emphasised the importance of inspiring the next generation. The UK Space Agency had organized a programme of educational activities around the astronaut’s “Principia” mission.

These included struggles to design the spaceman’s assignment patch, to organize a meal for Maj Peake to eat in space and an experiment equating the growth of seeds that had been in space with those that remained on Earth.

He said: “We have reached over thousands and thousands of schoolchildren … I’m charmed we’ve got them to be considered cavity and discipline in a different way, ” adding that he wanted them to know that: “You can go to the Moon.”

Media captionSpacewalks, auroras, cavity invaders and a gorilla chase! Watch key instants from Esa cosmonaut Tim Peake’s duty

Asked what he would tell students at his old school, Tim Peake said: “I envisage the theme to take away is that you’re looking at a son who went to Westbourne Primary School who left institution at persons under the age of 19 with three below average -Alevels and I’ve just got back from a six-month mission to space.

“My message to them is: ‘Don’t let anyone tell you you can’t do anything’.”

Maj Peake said he had already been receiving rehabilitation following his return. But he would now be involved in a physical programme to help him return to full fitness.

Extended points in microgravity takes a large toll on the body, including a fall in bone concentration and muscle wastage.

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