The Last Companion
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, Torchwood, or any of them. They belong to BBC. Lucky, lucky BBC.
Chapter 1
I stand in the dark and watch as the light dances around the sword. It radiates out from the blade and warms the space around it. I hear its heart beat and am hypnotized. I reach for the blade and it fits in my palm as if it was always meant to be there. And perhaps it was.
I dance with blade, moving in a way I have never moved before, with grace and poise and cunning. I am entranced. And I am terrified. With this sword I could create worlds. And destroy them.
I am interrupted from my rapture by the arrival of a being black as night and bright as the sun.
"What are you?" I demand, finding my voice at last.
"I am life and death. I am suffering and I am joy. I am all and I am nothing. I am more than man can imagine, and I am exactly as you have created me. And I have an offer for you, Dreamer."
"And what offer is that?"
"A life. A love. Everything you ever imagined. And more."
"And what's the catch?"
"An end. The death of a child who is loved and does not realize it."
"Never."
"The choice has been made. Enjoy the end, Dreamer. You have only one."
I woke to the sound of the rain. Whether it was the rain outside the window or the echo inside my head I couldn't decide. I switched off the Doctor Who DVD I'd fallen asleep to the night before and stowed it in my bag with the rest of my collection. I finished packing the remnants of my stay in the cheap base hotel and headed down to the lobby to check out. I was almost to the counter when I heard I sound that at first I could have sworn was inside my head. And then I realized it was coming from the elevator I'd just departed.
Frowning, I squeezed back inside before the doors slid shut and stared at the newly formed button on the panel by the door. Curious, and despite my better judgement, I pushed the glowing button and had a few seconds to think 'Oh, shit!' before I was sucked into the void that was formed from the remnants of the teleporter and blacked out.
I woke to the sound of a familiar, yet impossible voice talking to me.
"Hey, kid, are you okay?" Captain Jack Harkness asked, shaking me. My head decided now was a good time to throb, and I knew I wasn't dreaming. Never did have dreams this awesome anyway.
I groaned and sat up, pushing against the pain in my temple. And froze when I realized it wasn't my temple. My hair wasn't that soft, was it?
"Kid?" Captain Jack asked again, concern in his eyes and a overly friendly hand on my shoulder. I arched an eyebrow at him - something else I'd never been able to do - and he removed it, grinning nonchalantly. "That's good then. Here, let me help you up."
I grasped the hand he offered and pulled myself to my feet. I shook off a wave of dizziness and studied my surroundings. And fought off the urge to faint yet again. I was surrounded by not only the remnants of the Torchwood team, but Captain John Hart and,most surprising of all, the Doctor.
"What the hell?" I demanded, staring at him incredulously.
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