A/N:Okay, so I decided to start publishing the chapters here as well as on my . I will upload a chapter every two weeks or so, though there might be delays every once in a while.
On my you can already find chapters 3 and 4, and any one-shots I will add later on will only be posted there. I will appreciate it very much if you could help me over there, I really don't think I can explain how important it is to me...
"What?" Eva repeated. "No, no, no. This isn't how it goes. This is so not how it goes."
"Eva?" Amy asked.
"Give her to me and I'll let the rest of you live," they heard Solomon say through the computer.
"Alright, I figured it's different than usual," Eva said, looking around. "I mean, usually, the characters answer my flirting, and I don't have the craving for a smoke –"
"Wait, you smoke?" Amy asked.
"But the storyline still sticks to the script!"
"No," the Doctor said.
"You think I won't punish those who get in my way?" Solomon asked. "Whatever their worth?"
"Tricey," Eva muttered, hearing the dying screams of the triceratops. "God, I... I forgot."
She looked at the screen, ignoring the stares in her back as she watched the Doctor lean next to the dying beast as it took its last breaths. The Doctor shook with anger as he walked back to Solomon.
"You must be very proud," he said.
"Bring her to me," Solomon ordered yet again. "Or the robots will make their way through your corpses. Bring her now," he repeated.
"No," the Doctor said again.
"Take me there," Eva ordered, the Teleport sending her to the room where the Doctor stood with Rory, Brian, Solomon and the robots.
"What are you doing?" the Doctor asked.
"I demanded to be brought here," Eva replied, stepping forwards.
"No, no, no, no," the Doctor said, holding out a hand and stopping her from stepping forwards. "No way."
"It isn't your choice, Doctor," Evangeline told him, remembering what Neffy said in the original episode. "It's mine."
"Listen to me, if you go with him, I can't guarantee your safety," the Doctor tried explaining, but Eva heard none of it.
"It's just a dream, Doctor," she said. "He can't hurt me."
From behind her, Amy's eyes widened in silent understanding.
"This is not good," she whispered to Neffy and Riddell. "This is definitely, absolutely not good."
"He can," the Doctor said. "He can, and he will. Please, Eva."
"Don't worry," Eva told him. "I'll wake up soon."
Rory's head turned to look at Amy. "Is this what I think this is?" he asked.
"I hope not, but it sure seems that way," she replied.
Eva released herself from the Doctor's grasp, stepping forwards towards Solomon.
"He'll sell you to the highest bidder, Eva!" the Doctor called. "Eva! Eva, no!"
Riddell readied his gun. "Take her, I shoot you," he threaten.
"Put it down, John," Evangeline said. "It's okay."
"Do it, boy," Solomon teased, and Riddell hesitated, sending a quick glance to Neffy, who nodded, before taking the gun down. "My bounty increases," Solomon said, reaching out a hand to touch Eva's check. "And what an extraordinary bounty you are."
Evangeline slapped the hand away from her face. "Don't touch me," she threatened.
Before she even comprehended what was happening, she was flung against the wall, the sharp end of Solomon's cane pressed to her neck.
"I like my possessions to have spirit," he said. "It means I can have fun breaking them." He took the cane off, but Eva was still pressed against the wall. "And I will break you in, with immense pleasure."
The Doctor was barely breathing now, leaning on Rory for support, and the smile Solomon gave him didn't help. "Thank you, Doctor," the trader said. "Computer? Take us back to my ship."
With a flash of blinding light, Eva found herself on Solomon's ship, the old man roughly pushing her into a chair.
"Stay," he said mockingly, then smiled as she remained frozen. "Good girl."
Eva reached out a hand to her neck and stared at the blood on it. She was so certain this was a dream, much like many others she had had, but it all seemed too wrong. Her dreams always remained with the script of the show, she always had to introduce herself to the Doctor and she couldn't get hurt.
After all, you're never hurting on dreams. Never craving a smoke, never bleeding.
Only now, she was all three.
"Come on, come on," Solomon said. "We're not moving."
Eva blinked out of the state she was in. "He's magnetised us," she said. "We can't move away."
"You better hope we'd be able to soon, dearie, or you'll suffer like you've never suffered before," Solomon threatened.
"You can't hurt me," Eva said determinedly. "I'm going to wake up any minute now."
"Still think you're dreaming, are you?" Solomon questioned with an evil grin. "Well, sorry to tell you, princess, but if you're dreaming – this is a nightmare."
"Hello!" a voice called behind them and Eva turned to see the Doctor. "Having trouble leaving?" He electrocuted the robots, making them dysfunctional before flashing a grin at Solomon and Eva. "Ship's still magnetised, couldn't bear to lose you."
"Release my ship, Doctor," Solomon said, aiming a weapon at Eva's throat. "Or I kill this precious little object."
The Doctor took a small step forwards, looking worried, but before he could do anything Eva kicked Solomon's cane from underneath him and used it to pin him to the floor.
"Who's nightmare is it now?" she asked. "Stay," she added, pressing the cane to his neck when he tried to move. "Good boy."
"Don't mess with Eva, Solomon," the Doctor said. "I hope you've learnt that now."
"What're you doing?" Solomon asked, turning his head as much as he could to look at the Doctor pressing buttons on his ship's control panel.
"Disabling this ship's signal and replacing it with the one from the Silurian ship," the Doctor said. "I send this craft off emitting the signal they're looking for, the missiles will follow. Hopefully Silurian ship safe, dinosaurs safe, everybody safe. Bit tight for time though, shouldn't really be chatting." He looked at Eva. "You good there?"
"Always," she replied.
"Let's go," he nodded, before stopping and laying a yellow object on the panel. "How remiss of me, almost forgot - the thing about missiles, very literal, this is what they latch on to." He marked at the object and took out his sonic screwdriver as Eva walked out of the room, not keen on staying to watch Solomon's fate. "Now, one press on this and the ship's demagnetised."
"Doctor," Solomon said, "Whatever you want, I can get it for you, whatever object you desire."
"Did the Silurians beg you to stop?" the Doctor asked coldly, looking at the screen. "Look, Solomon. The missiles. See them shine. See how valuable they are. And they're all yours."
"You wouldn't leave me, Doctor –" Solomon started, but the Doctor cut him off.
"You hurt Eva," he said. "Now, if you know one thing about the Omniscient, you should know that people who hurt her usually end up dead. She can protect herself, more often than not, but this is early, so early that I don't even know how early, so the dirty work's up to me." A dangerous look crossed his face. "Enjoy your bounty."
"Doctor!" Solomon called as the door closed off behind them. "Doctor!"
EMH
Evangeline was standing on the fake beach, slowly smoking a cigarette. Her mind was racing with so many thoughts that she couldn't make sense of, so she focused on the simple task of inhaling and exhaling. She didn't turn when she heard a voice behind her.
"It's odd," she said. "Usually, I wake up by this point."
"What makes you so sure this is a dream?" Amy asked.
"Because you're here," Eva replied simply.
"I don't understand," Amy said, moving forwards to stand next to her. "Since when do you smoke?"
"You know, that's a weird question to ask someone," Eva said. "Since when are you ginger?"
"It's different," Amy said. "I was born ginger. You chose to start smoking."
"Well, I'm smoking," Eva said. "Got it, Ginger?"
"God," Amy sighed. "I didn't know it started this early."
"What does that even mean?" Eva asked. "None of this makes sense. I should be awake by now."
"Eva..." Amy said carefully. "This isn't a dream."
"Of course it is," Evangeline said. "You're here, after all."
"What does that mean?" Amy asked.
"It means you're not real."
Amy stared at Eva for a moment. "Ginger not following," she finally said. "Ginger very, very confused. I am real."
"No, you're not," Evangeline said. "You're a character in a TV show. Or an actress, if you choose to look at it that way."
"Eva, I'm real," Amy insisted. "This is not a dream."
"You never know a dream when you're in one," Eva retorted, throwing the stub on the ground and stomping the burning end if it. "You should know that, come on. How long has it been since Amy's Choice?"
"Eva..." Amy sighed. "I think it would be best if we went back inside."
"So," the Doctor said, smiling at the sight of the two women approaching. "Dinosaur drop-off time."
"Actually," Amy said, "We think home for us."
"Oh," the Doctor said, clearly disappointed. "Fine. Of course."
"Not forever," Amy quickly added. "Just a couple of months."
"Right, yes," the Doctor said. "Eva and I are pretty busy anyway. I mean, we've got to drop everyone back –"
"About that," Brian cut in. "Can I ask a favour? There's something I want to see."
Half an hour later found Brian sitting at the doorway of the TARDIS, looking down at planet earth while eating his lunch. Eva sat beside him, resting her head on his shoulder as she took in the magnificent view, the two unaware of the fact that Amy and Rory stood behind them and watched the stars.
None of them saw the worried look on the Doctor's face as he looked at Evangeline, knowing that something was wrong.
EMH
After dropping everybody back home, the Doctor flew the TARDIS away, sending worried glances at Eva all along.
"So," he started, his voice light but his eyes worried as he ran around the console, pulling levers and pressing buttons. "Where were you?"
"Well, that's an odd question," Eva huffed.
"Really?" the Doctor asked, coming to a stop in front of her. "Why?"
"Because I'm sleeping," Eva said, growing tired of explaining it time and time again. "This is a dream and I'm about to wake up."
The Doctor swallowed hard. "Eva," he said carefully. "You're not dreaming."
"Of course I am," Eva replied. "Otherwise, why would you be here?"
"Why wouldn't I be here?" the Doctor asked, offended. "This is my TARDIS too, you know!"
"Yeah," Evangeline said. "Your TARDIS. The Doctor's TARDIS. Only the Doctor is a made up character out of a TV show."
"A TV show?" the Doctor asked. "Oh, that's so cheating. That's like, eight levels of cheating. Don't know why I didn't think about it sooner."
"Cheating?" Eva asked. "Cheating on what?"
"Hmm?" the Doctor asked, pulling different levers of the TARDIS console. "Nothing."
"Doctor," Eva said harshly. "Cheating on what?"
The Doctor shifted uncomfortably. "Cheating on knowing my life," he said. "It's not fair if you've already watched it all on the telly, is it?"
"What do you mean, cheating on your life?" Eva asked.
"Eva..." the Doctor said. "My beautiful, brilliant Evie..."
"My name is Evangeline," she said.
"For me, it was always Eva," the Doctor said. "My Eva. This isn't a dream, and you're not about to wake up. This is real, I am real. You're in this world now. For me, you've always been. You travel around my timeline, popping out here and then and joining on adventures, always knowing everything that was going to happen. I never knew how... until now." He stood in front of her, worried as he saw the empty look in her eyes. "I'm sorry, but you're far away from home, and you're not going to return. Not for a while, probably not ever. Eva?" he asked when she still didn't respond, and her eyes started widening.
He took a step towards her, but she backed away. As he reached out to touch her shoulder, she all but ran backwards, her back pressed to the wall as she slid to the ground and closed her eyes.
Slowly, she reached out a hand and pinched her arm, before opening her eyes again to see she hadn't moved. She closed her eyes again and pinched herself once more before opening them and looking around.
She resumed this, unaware that the Doctor was watching her, growing more and more stressed as she went on. When she started hyperventilating, he ran back to the console, flying the TARDIS away to the one person he knew always managed to calm her down.
EMH
Captain Jack Harkness was sitting in his flat in Cardiff of the 34th century, drinking a beer as he looked through various news channels, looking for something interesting. He closed the TV, sighing at the knowledge that there was, for once, no threat against humanity and had just started pondering over the possibility of going to a bar that night when he heard the TARDIS materialize.
A smile popped up onto his face at the thought of seeing Eva after almost a year, but it slipped off when he saw the ridiculous bowtie wearing Doctor running out of it in panic.
"What is it?" he asked. "Is everything alright?"
"Yes," the Doctor said. "Well, no. Well, yes. Well... it's Eva."
Jack froze. "What happened?" he asked, knowing that if the Doctor hurt her in any way, he probably won't be able to stop himself from hurting him.
"She's young," the Doctor said. "Like, really young. Not de-aged, either, she's just young!"
"What do you mean, she's young?" Jack asked.
"She, she just arrived," the Doctor said. "She thought it was a dream, and I tried explaining it to her, and now she's hyperventilating."
"Arrived from where?" Jack asked, confused.
"Home!" the Doctor replied. "Well, sort of home. Her home, her old home." He swallowed. "She only just arrived from the other universe."
Jack's eyes widened and he reached out, grabbing his coat and running into the TARDIS. Once there, he looked around, seeing Evangeline in one of the console room's corners, repeatedly closing her eyes, pinching herself and opening them once more.
As he stepped closer to her, he could hear her muttering something unclear under her breath. He kneeled down next to her and grabbed her pinching hand, causing her to look at him.
"Eva," he said carefully. "Do you know who I am?" Slowly, she nodded. "I need to hear you say it."
"Jack," she said. "You're Captain Jack Harkness."
"Yes," Jack said, smiling at her like one would smile at a little kid answering a question correctly. "Do you know who he is?"
"The Doctor," Eva whispered, "In his eleventh incarnation."
"And do you know where you are?"
"In the TARDIS," Eva said, starting to hyperventilate once more. "But I can't be. You can't be them, this can't be the TARDIS, because this isn't real – none of this is real!"
"Not in your universe," Jack nodded. "But it's real in here. All of it is real. All of the adventures you know had really happened, and you were there."
"My..." Eva muttered. "My universe?"
"You're not there anymore," Jack said. "I'm sorry."
"But... But..." Evangeline looked up at him. "How?"
Jack reached out a hand and held up Evangeline's necklace, "Where did you get this?" he asked.
"I..." Evangeline frowned. "My dad gave it to me."
"Can you remember it?" he asked. "Can you remember him giving it to you?"
"Well... No."
"I didn't think you could," Jack nodded. "At a matter of fact, I don't think you remember anything before the age of four, do you?"
"Who does?" Eva asked.
"It's different with you, Evie," the Doctor said softly. "You don't remember because you can't remember."
"You were right saying your dad gave you that necklace," Jack said. "But it's not just a necklace." He pressed his finger against the side of the pedant and it opened. "It's a locket."
Eva paused, looking at the two pictures the locket held, and her breath hitched. On one side, was her. It was an older her, her hair was shorter and the lines around her eyes told Eva that a lot had happened in the years between her present self and this future one, but she was smiling and laughing as the Doctor – the Tenth Doctor – hugged her from behind. They looked happy, and Eva wondered what happened to make them that way.
On the other side, was a picture of a baby with a mop of brown, curly hair. Eva somehow knew it was her, as well, but she couldn't think of a way that would be possible. At least, nothing other than what Jack said, as ridiculous as it may sound. She furrowed her brows at the picture, noticing that someone was holding her. It was hard to see who it was, as they were cut off the picture, but the Vortex Manipulator on their hand was unmistakable.
"You knew my dad?" she asked Jack.
"You could say that," Jack replied, avoiding a direct reply to her question.
"Who is he?"
The Doctor and Jack exchanged worried glances. The question caught them off guard, and they both knew that was not how Evangeline found out who her father was.
"Now isn't the right time for that," the Doctor tried, but Eva was having none of it.
"You don't get to decide when the right or wrong time is, Mister!" she said. "I have just found out that I'm adopted, from another universe that I only knew about thanks to a bloody TV show and that everything I thought I knew about myself wasn't real!" She looked down at the pedant, seeing it glowing with a golden light. "And now I'm glowing," she added. "Why am I glowing?"
"I'm sorry," Jack said, closing the pedant and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm so sorry, but you have to leave now."
"What do you mean, I have to leave?" Eva asked.
"Evie, I promise I'll explain everything," the Doctor said. "I just... don't know when. Probably haven't been there, yet."
"Haven't been where?" Eva asked, starting to freak out when Jack and the Doctor stepped away from her. "Jack? Doctor? What's happening to me?"
She screamed as she was engulfed by a golden light, closing her eyes and only opening them when the brightness subsided somewhat.
"Old-fashioned heroes only exist in old-fashioned story books, Clara," she heard a Scottish voice saying.
"And what about you?" Clara asked.
"Me?" the Twelfth Doctor questioned.
"Yeah, you and Eva," Clara replied. "You stop bad things happening every minute of every day, that sounds pretty heroic to me."
"Just passing the time," the Doctor said. "Hey, what about Mars?"
"What?!" Clara asked.
"The Ice Warrior Hives!"
"You said it was my choice," Clara reminded him.
"Or the Tumescent Arrows of the Half-Light!" the Doctor offered. "Those girls can hold their drink!"
"Doctor," Clara sighed.
"And fracture 15 different levels of reality simultaneously. I think I've got a Polaroid somewhere..." he trailed off for a moment. "Eva always wanted to go there, maybe we should wait for her."
"I'm here," Evangeline called, her nervousness leaking into her voice as the two of them to turned to look at her. "And you did say it was her choice."
The Doctor turned to look at Clara, who smiled. "Robin Hood," she said. "Show me!"
"Very well," the Doctor said, turning around and walking towards Evangeline. He stopped about two feet away from her and frowned. "Oh, you're young!" he called, pulling a face. "I don't like it when you're young! You're all nervous and smelling of cigarettes! Where did you come from?"
"Why do I get the feeling I'll hear this question a lot?" Evangeline muttered. "Dinosaurs on a Spaceship."
The Doctor paused midway to the console. "Oh," he said. "Very young."
"You said you'll explain," she said.
"Not now," the Doctor said. "Clara wants to see Robin Hood." He flipped a couple of switches, making a picture appear on screen. "Earth. England. Sherwood Forest. 1190's...ish," he shrugged, looking at Clara. "But you'll only be disappointed."
"Don't care!" Clara called, taking Eva's hand in hers and running to change clothes.
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