Hello ladies and gents! My name for the time being is Shiro Inutoko, but feel free to call me Shiro. This is my first story, and will probably be my only story, at least for a long while. You see, I'm not really into writing so much as I am reading. But this thing popped into my head practically fully formed, and gave me the perfect origin story for a character who has existed in my head for a long time now! That, and the fact that I had my laptop right there in front of me when it happened are what has lead to this story being before you. It was all written in one day, so there won't be too much in the way of Author's Notes.
EDIT: Forget what I said about Author's Notes. I went through and edited the whole thing, and now more chapters have them than not. With only six chapters that's still not very many, but because there's only six chapters it still counts as a lot!
Just a note; I haven't seen the most recent season, or most of the season before that. This was inspired when I finally worked up the courage to press that next episode button and watch "Army of Ghosts" and "Doomsday" and see Rose get torn from her Doctor all over again. My mother has warned me that my opinions may change when I finally catch up, but (at least!) until then I'll be a staunch supporter of Rose and Ten.
Disclaimer: Never done one of these before, but I 've seen plenty of 'em. Basically, I don't own any of this. Only one character is mine - trust me, you'll know it when you see it, and most of the world isn't mine either. The only profit I get from this is the satisfaction of finally writing something, and whatever warm and fuzzy feelings my first reviews give me.
The Lord and His Lady
The End of the Beginning
Pete Tyler looked into the eyes of Jackie Tyler, the woman who looked exactly like his late wife, WAS his late wife in some sense, and knew he couldn't fight her. He knew there was only one thing he could do. He grabbed a yellow button from one of his men, and then pressed his own.
He rematerialized in the other world and almost immediately lost his footing due to the incredible wind. At the last moment he grabbed the black handle on the wall and pulled himself to it. Looking around, Pete turned in time to see the Doctor as he yelled,
"Hold on! Just HOLD ON!"
Well what else am I supposed to do?, he thought. Wait, no, the Doctor wasn't yelling at him. He looked to the side (down, gravity seemed to insist) and saw Rose, the girl who could have been his daughter, just in time to see her lose her grip on the lever. He almost let go as he watched her be pulled into the raging portal. Glancing across the room, Pete saw that the Doctor HAD let go. He was holding onto the lever on his side of the room. The Doctor turned to him and yelled,
"Go!"
Pete looked at the Doctor, then turned to the portal and back again.
"Go! It'll close soon! If you don't want to be stuck here, go!" the Doctor screamed.
Once again, there was only one thing he could do.
Pete Tyler looked into the eyes of Jackie Tyler, the woman who looked exactly like his late wife, WAS his late wife in some sense, saw the heart-breaking question in her eyes, and couldn't tell her what he had witnessed. But as he opened his mouth to tell a lie, he found that he couldn't lie to her either. Instead, he swallowed and told her the only thing he could.
"If I'd stayed any longer, I would've been stuck there."
Jackie bowed her head into her hands, sobbed once, then looked up and smiled. It was sad and broken, but a real smile.
"Well," she said, "I knew she loved him. Right from the start, she loved him, and I knew it. I knew I'd lose her to him. I just hope he makes her happy. I really do."
Pete could only look at her and nod. He thought to himself, dead or in another world, either way she'll never see her again. Is it really so bad to let her believe her daughter is still alive?
In another world, the portal closed, the wind stopped, and the Doctor collapsed where he stood and wept.
A/N: I was crying as I wrote this, and I know how it ends! It's a happy ending, I promise, but this chapter made me cry.
