Run through on grammarly on 02-13-16
The Traveler Chronicles part 1:
Paradox
By
Armitage374
Chapter 1: Prologue
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't make money, don't sue. Pretty please with sugar on top.
Crossovers: Torchwood, Doctor Who, Hawaii 5-0, Avatar, SG-1, SG-A, Terminator: Salvation, Doom, Priest, Startrek 2009, Harry Potter, Buffy
Pairings: So far: Danny/Steve, Reaper!Bones/Kirk, H/Speed, Rodney/John, Ianto/Jack, Marcus/Blair, Neytiri/Jake, more to come.
And yes, I had to fudge the timelines to make it stick.
A/N noticed some errors in my timeline and decided to fix them as well as some other stuff in both prologue and chapter 1.
Prologue.
It was the year to-many-decades-centuries-and-millennia-to-count AD and The Face of Boe, once known as Jack Harkness was facing his final rest. Something he had looked forward to since his heart died at the hands of a temporally displaced alien species so long ago on a planet mostly forgotten by now in a city long time dust.
He was bitter. He hadn't wanted this life. This cage. And he knew exactly whom to blame. Not the oblivious timelord he had once revered so much. No, that one was dancing to the guilty ones tunes as much as he had, despite the timelords protestation to the opposite. And when Jack himself had finally found out, they had him trapped in a web almost impossible to break out from.
Only almost, though. The Face smiled maliciously. They really should have made sure all information on the infamous Jack Harkness, including a certain broadcast from the GameStation had been destroyed. So much for omnipotent beings.
Once he had seen it and rediscovered a certain hard to remove birthmark as well as the snippets of lore, he had buried in his then already ancient mind, he had started researching. Silently, carefully and always keeping the results behind the mental wall that even THEY couldn't scale anymore. It had taken time and he had to wait for millenia for the right time, but now, with the noise of the arriving TARDIS and the bone-deep knowledge that his connection to the timestream was finally weak enough, the moment was nearing rapidly. If the information he had recovered was just half as solid as he believed, Hootie and the Glowfish, as he called them privately in his mind, would pay for their manipulations in spades and buckets of blood.
Mother did not seem to be the forgiving sort after all.
Carefully settling his expression in his 'I am a wise and ancient being whom could not hurt a fly' expression, The Face of Boe settled back for what would be his last encounter with the man he once called His Doctor. And when it all was said and done, when the Face of Boe drew his last breath in the ruins of the oversized jar that had been his prison so long, a being of unknown origins and older than the universe felt the death of one of her chosen children.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?"
And Hootie and the Glowfish aka the Ancients AKA the Lanteans AKA the Ori AKA the Powers That Be AKA the Manipulative Morons who thought they could pull a fast one on the Traveller knew fear.
