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Summary: Loki's on the run from Thor and Asgardian hunters, Jack's on the run from the Time Agency, and the Doctor's just running as he always does. They end up travelling together, and Loki and Jack become more than companions to each other. It's going to be an interesting adventure, one that's just begun, and they'll keep running to the bitter end. Loki/Jack, Doctor/River
Author's note: Welcome to the first in the 17 days of Christmas! As a special treat, I will be posting one chapter of this story every day for the next 17 days. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I have writing it.
Read on, oh faithful ones...
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Prologue
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The Doctor's running, just as he always has. This time, it isn't away from something trying to kill him. This time, he's running towards somewhere, with an actual destination in mind, and for once, his sexy TARDIS is actually letting him go there. There are no companions at his side at this moment, but his old girl's always been more than enough, and the Doctor knows she'll keep an eye out for him, even as he attaches the helmet to his head and clips the pocket watch to his vest. It's going to be a long ride to get his memories back, but he has friends on the lava-covered planet of Targos Beta, and he knows he'll be looked after. Hopes he'll be looked after, at least.
The helmet's painful as always, retracting, removing, and reducing his entire life into single files to fit within the pocket watch, but that's something he would never change, even if had the ability to do so. The pain reminds him that it's real, and that's enough for now. Before his new set of memories can take hold in his brain, he vaguely hears the TARDIS warning system, and through blurry eyes, he can see something red and flashing on one of the screens. There's no companion about, no one to stop whatever's happening, and he's on his knees screaming as something else starts to take over in his brain, rather than the set of memories he'd carefully selected...
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Loki's running, just as he should have done from the very beginning. Making a deal with the frost giants wasn't his most brilliant idea, but after being cast out of Asgardian by his father - no, by Odin, not his father, not anymore - he'd had nowhere else to turn. He couldn't lower himself to go to Midgard, and doubted he'd be welcome there anyway after the whole invasion thing. (Really, though, it wasn't like he had a choice. It was his life or theirs, and his life was worth so much more. He's a god, for the All-Father's sake.) Behind him, he can hear a horn blowing loudly, and he knows that the hunt has begun. He just hopes that whatever damage he caused to Bifrost will delay their departure long enough for him to get to a planet outside of the Nine Worlds. After the last year or two of nothing but frost, somewhere boiling hot would be nice. Perhaps he could get a tan.
He's distracted from his thoughts as he sees something flying in the distance. It's not one of the Midgardian's shiny space vessels, he can tell that even from this far. It does have Misgardian writing on it, though, and he's curious enough to manoeuvre his body to get closer so he can read it properly. The box is blue - not really his colour - and the words relay something about police, but it's the screaming he can hear from inside that makes him curious. The horn blows again, and Loki curses both of his fathers names at the fact that he's about to be caught yet again. The screams come from inside of the box, and Loki feels that whatever presence is making that sound is ... being extracted. He knows that the hunters are getting closer, and making a split decision, Loki shrinks his own consciousness, pushing through the blue box and into the emptying mind. There's a last push of resistance, but it's too weak to do much, and the alarms and flashing lights blaring around him stop abruptly when he's settled in. The body he's taken over blacks out, and he does along with it, the physical pull too strong even for a mind like his. As his mind clouds and stills, Loki is certain that he can hear the blow of the horn in the distance.
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If the TARDIS could express her thoughts like her passengers do, she would definitely think that this would be an interesting adventure for all of them. Still, she has to look after her Doctor, even if he may be under another's control for the moment, and the horn blasting in the distance fades as she continues her journey. Although, she doubts that Targos Beta will be prepared for a possessed Doctor just yet, and abruptly changes her course. The Doctor, when he remembers, will not mind the detour. He knows that she always takes him where he needs to be, after all.
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End of the prologue.
Thank you for reading, I hope you liked it.