The Dark I Know Well: Prologue
Summary: Upon his creation, the meta-crisis felt the darkness he fought so hard to hold back erupt to the point of no return. So the fight begins to manipulate those around him so he can find his way back to the proper universe and get revenge on the Doctor but first he has to get past Rose and the Wolf. The Valeyard's back.
A/N: This story is a companion piece to Hopeless Wanderer but HW does not need to be read to understand this story. For those reading this as a follow on to that story, this takes place after Rose and the Meta-Crisis were left on the beach. I'm currently writing this as I'm posting it so updates may be a bit inconsistent, but I'm working hard as this is my main project for CampNano in April. Enjoy! ~Invictus
It was safe to say that it took some time to adapt to everyday life on Earth; however, having the director of Torchwood at one's side made it quite easy to adjust. Within a day of being back in London, the meta-crisis found himself with all the necessary paperwork to be what was deemed "a productive member of society." Wasn't that what they told inmates upon release from prison? Rose had asked him early in the journey back from Norway back to London what name he would choose and he hadn't had an answer for her. He didn't feel much like a John Smith which was initially going to be his canned response.
Memories flew forward of the Family of Blood where he had been Professor John Smith, human like he was now. That man had been innocent if not naïve and the meta-crisis was not that man in any way, shape, or form. Only days old technically, he already had blood on his hands yet Rose hadn't treated him as a monster like the 'other' had insisted he was. Still he had thought endlessly about a name before he finally settled on one. Only a couple days old and he was already making monumental decisions about who he would be.
He remembered a night which seemed so long ago where he and Rose had once more traveled and wandered into battle; this time it was with a hairy beast of a werewolf. The name he had taken back then was James McCrimmon. When he mentioned it, it was clear to see that Rose remembered by the small smile that came across her face followed quickly by confusion. He had told Pete what he wanted his middle name to be without offering any explanation whatsoever beyond a small smirk and a smile.
So on February 13 he was officially born: James Valeyard McCrimmon. And oh what a glorious future he would have with Rose Tyler at his side, a growing TARDIS, and Torchwood at his hands.
They had no idea what was coming.