The Miserables

(Les Miserables/Doctor Who)

Characters:

Jean Valjean-Pete Tyler (Alternate universe)

Bishop-Wilfred Mott

Javert-Dalek Caan

Marius-The Doctor (Theta Sigma)

Enjolras-Jack Harkness

Fantine-Jackie Tyler

Cosette-Rose Tyler

Eponine-Martha Jones

Thenardier-The Master

Madame Thenardier-Francine Jones

Hi guys! This is Maddy. This was kind of an odd idea, but I'm going to see if people might like this idea. Pretty much, I'm taking the storyline of Les Miserables and telling it with Doctor Who characters in a Doctor Who setting. I'm going to twist some things a little bit, so don't kill me, but it mostly fits with my assortment of characters. Tell me in reviews; are you interested in this or not?

A History of the Revolution:

Earth, a beautiful and natural planet, has been the home of the human race since the beginning of their existence. It was peaceful for centuries, mainly undisturbed by the extra-terrestrial life around it. Aliens didn't think much of the planet or the human race, occasional families coming down to colonize the only real threat. Then there was the Doctor, the sole alien guardian of the Earth. The last Time Lord, he found a purpose in protecting humanity. He fought for us, fending off alien after alien and trying to maintain the peace.

Then, there was the Dalek invasion in 1975.

Chaos ensued across the globe, millions of the war machines attacking Earth. They exterminated a quarter of the human population, enslaving the survivors and using some for testing. After a few years, we got some freedom when the biggest part of the army moved on to conquer other places in the galaxy. The Dalek Emperor remained in England as the tactical leader, controlling his army from his new "base". They allowed us to live in condensed towns under a close watch by Dalek soldiers. Poverty and sickness spread throughout the world. We were powerless, defenseless, and the Doctor was nowhere to be found.

The first revolution happened in 2000. The human lifestyle was growing so awful that a few brave souls belonging to a group called Torchwood rose up against the emperor. They made plans in secret to assassinate him, meeting in the shadows. Their plans gave us hope, lending us the strength to fight for freedom. In one glorious day, the leaders of the revolution managed to kill the emperor. Humanity celebrated this with great glee and a renewed vigor. We rose up against the Daleks with new hope, but we were no match. As humanity was beaten into submission, the assassins were quickly executed by the Cult of Skaro. They soon elected Dalek Sec, the leader of the Cult, as the new Emperor. Humanity returned to poverty and despair.

In 2012, the fires of rebellion began to burn once again in the hearts of some Englishmen. Secrets were being whispered in the streets of a new weapon, something that could help defeat the Daleks for good. The word "Torchwood" grows more and more frequently used in the streets, and they say that a small group of boys were planning to overthrow the empire. A little spark of hope began to ignite yet again in the heart of the people.

In a parallel universe of the Earth, the situation is the same, the Daleks conquering every corner of the universe. A man named John Lumic rules the humans, working for the Daleks in return for "immortality". He built giant slave camps, using Daleks to reinforce his selfish desires.

Our story begins in one of these camps with a single slave; a man named Pete Tyler. He was a simple man, his fates tied with those he hadn't yet met, those who had the potential to change the world. His escape from his world and into ours changed the fate of humankind forever.

My name is Harriet Jones, former Prime Minister of England, and I am going to tell you the story of the Miserables, the saviors of human-kind.

Our Story Begins:

The wind howled in the cold winter air, the icy rain slicing down onto the sleek surface of the giant zeppelin. Hundreds of men grasped onto the ropes connected to the giant airship, grunting with the effort of trying to steer it down into the dock. The rain pelted into their eyes and soaked their sparse clothing, making the job of dragging down the zeppelin even harder. Daleks patrolled the skies above them, looking down onto the human slaves below them with no emotion or remorse.

One man in the front continued to look up at the Daleks, fear shining in his eyes. He was obviously new to the camp, not used to seeing the sheer mass of the terrifying cyborgs. As one Dalek looked down into his eyes, he quickly snapped his gaze back to the zeppelin straight ahead of him. A seasoned, ragged man to his right grunted, "Look down, don't look em' in the eye." The youngster nodded, swallowing nervously. The man on the other side of him chuckled. "Heh, you're here until you die," he said with a sneer. Without any further speech, they continued the rigorous lean and pull of their continuous labor..

When the zeppelin was finally brought in, the rain ceased, and the slaves returned to their underground prison. As they filed in one by one, a large golden Dalek came down from the sky, calling out in its monotone robot voice, "Bring me human slave 24601." Two Dalek soldiers escorted the ragged man from before in front of the golden Dalek. The Dalek's eye scanned the man up and down. "Your time here is done," It said, its blue lens blinking, "You will begin your parole. Do you know what that means?" The man looked up at the sky in exasperation, breathing, "It means I'm free." The Dalek looked on without emotion, handing him a wristband that would track his movements and mark him as a former criminal. "You are forever marked as a dangerous human. You will be constantly be monitored by Dalek soldiers." The man looked at the Dalek's one eye, "I only stole some food. I never hurt anyone." "You will become a slave again if you ever disobey the law of the High Lord," it replied. The man sneered, "I learned what disobeying him means, 19 years in prison."

"You spent five years here for what you did, the rest for trying to escape. Lucky Lumic told us not to kill you, 24601," it said with hate in its voice. "My name is Pete Tyler," he sharply retorted. "And I am Dalek Caan. Don't forget my name, 24601." Without looking back, Pete Tyler, free at last, turned and walked to the gate. He gasped with relief as the gate was opened for his exit. As he stepped out into the free world, infinite opportunities awaited him.

He walked to the top of the hills overlooking a quaint farming town below. He stood in the soft breeze, embracing the cool air. As he looked at the sun rising in the east casting a pink glow over the earth, he exhaled, "I'm free at last." As he looked down at the waking town, he grew angry, "I've wasted so much of my life hidden away as a slave of the law. I'll never forgive Lumic and those blasted aliens. They ruined me, they are the true criminals." As he began to scale down the hillside, he saw a farm with workers in the distance. He smiled for the first time in years, "Who knows what this new world can give to me?"

He reached the farm and found work in the fields. It was difficult work, but it was the best one could find in the poverty of Lumic's reign. He did a day's work, and a farmer came up with his pay. "It's time for you to clear out. Take your pay and go," the farmer demanded, beginning to walk away. Pete looked at his pay, his eyes narrowing. He called out, "Hey, this is half the pay of one of your other workers! This isn't enough to pay for a scrap of bread!" Another worker turned to him, his face stone cold, "We work hard as it is. We don't need an enemy of the Dalek's in our midst. Besides, why should you get the same pay as an honest man? Thief, you'd probably steal what little we have." A stone sinking in his stomach, Tyler moved on, looking for more work.

He crossed town after town, each place closing off their doors to him. To the rich, he was a disgusting homeless man. To the poor, he was a thief that might steal their already sparse goods. To everyone, he was not to be trusted; a dangerous man. When he found work, it didn't last and paid poorly. He reported to Dalek Jast in London every month to keep his parole.

He was in London when a cold winter took a hold of the city. Hungry and freezing, he looked for a place to spend the night. After wandering for a while in the suburban part of town, he found a small corner beside some stairs that shielded most of the wind. Exhausted, he collapsed and curled up to into a ball. He was awakened by someone coming down the stairs. Startled, he jumped up, preparing himself if the stranger attacked. He looked up to see an old man on the steps, his arms raised in a peaceful gesture. "Peace," the old man said with a gentle voice, "It's a cold night tonight, and you look hungry. Come inside, we have room to spare and some extra food. It isn't much, but we can share."

Pete was led inside quietly, taking in the kind man's home. It was a simple suburban home, but one might have called it nice in those hard times. As he was led in to the living room, two women stood up from their old couch. The old man turned to Pete, "My name is Wilfred, and this is my daughter Sylvia Noble and her daughter Donna. You are welcome to spend the night here on our spare bed. Come to the table to eat."

They ate a hearty dinner of chicken soup. Pete ate greedily; as it was the best meal he had eaten in years. The grandfather said a prayer for their, "honored guest", and served the meal in their finest china and silver that had been in their family for ages. Donna was loud and conversational, while the mother seemed like a somewhat sour woman. The grandfather was quiet and kind, delighted to help someone in need. When they finished, they retreated to their beds.

Lying in bed, Pete couldn't help but glance at the mother as she put away the silver and china. Despite their kindness and hospitality, he thought of what he could do with that silver; how he could pay for so many meals, maybe even buy a place of his own. When everyone had finally fallen asleep and silence filled the house, he crept into the dining room. He found a large box and began to fill it with the china and silver from the cupboard. When he had taken the last of it, he closed the cupboard hastily and slid out the back door with the box. Then, he stole into the night without a trace.

The following morning, two Daleks escorted Pete Tyler to the front door of the Noble's house. Wilfred Mott answered the front door, his eyes startled and confused. "This man, ID 24601, has been caught with stolen goods belonging to you, sir," one Dalek said. The other turned towards the thief, saying, "He claims that you gave him the china and goods. Is what the thief says true?." Pete looked down at the ground, knowing what was coming next. "He is telling the truth," the old man replied with a smile, "Thank you for your concern, but I gave all of that to him."

Pete looked up, astonished. The old man returned his gaze, continuing, "But friend, you left too fast, you forgot the best part." He went inside and pulled out two silver candlesticks from the dining table, laying them down in front of the thief. He looked up at the Daleks and nodded them off. As they flew away, Wilfred looked down at Pete, pulling him up to his feet. "Use that silver and china wisely. Change yourself into a better man," the old man said, smiling, "I hope by giving you this chance, I have saved your soul for good."

Pete Tyler walked over the ruins of decimated town that overlooked a hillside. The ground was black and covered with ravaged buildings, the wind stirring up some of the ashy dust. Complete silence filled the abandoned town, the air ominously peaceful. However, Pete's feelings were quite the opposite. His mind was being torn into two different directions; between hate and love. He looked above him at the blue afternoon sky, confused. "What have I done?" he breathed to himself, "I've become a thief, a criminal. I've fallen so far that all I have left is my hate." He dug his face into his hands. "If they hadn't destroyed me, hadn't thrown away my name and left me to die in that god-forsaken hole. How could I love when they ruined me like they did?"

Falling to his knees, he cried out to the heavens. "That man, he taught me love. He treated me like a normal man, gave me what little he had to spare." He shook his head, "He says he claimed my soul for good. How could that be? All I had was hate for the world. This bloody world that's always hated me."

He stood up and turned, striding down the hill angrily, "Take an eye for an eye they always said. I'll turn my heart to stone. How could I do anything else? It's all I have ever known!" Stopping, he ran his hands through his hair, the old man's love causing him to doubt even now. He turned back around, looking at the sky, "If he had told the truth I would be back as a slave, dead! He gave me freedom, saved my life. I feel so ashamed…" He put his hand over his heart, his eyes watering. "He told that I have a soul," he choked, "How does he know that? How could he change me to love so much, this one man? Is there really I way for me to change?"

Striding up the hill yet again, he fiddled with the tracking device on his hand, "I don't see another way, I'm so deep into my sin. I'll escape from the world of Pete Tyler and run. My old name means nothing to me anymore. I must write myself a new story. This story must begin!" He tore of his tracker, running to the very edge of the cliff. In one swift motion, he threw the device deep into the valley below. As it disappeared into the darkness, Pete Tyler stood, no longer Pete Tyler, but a man who was ready to change to world.

So, what do you think? Should I continue this story? I will continue this if I get reviews :)