The Taste of Time Lord
Author: Naomitrekkie
Series: Doctor Who and Twilight
Rating: T
Synopsis: While out hunting, the Cullens encounter a strange man and discover Time Lord blood bites back.
Timeline: Seven years after Breaking Dawn; towards the beginning of the second season of New Who.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga, Doctor Who, or any of their characters.
A/N: Happy 2011! As a present, enjoy the rest of this fic!
Chapter Four: Discovery
Renesmee did not move. She couldn't, not even to breathe. She couldn't remember what had happened. She had no idea why her father laid so still or a strange man laid breathing or even why she felt so ill. No, nothing made sense. Her only thoughts were those of silence—never ending silence so terrifyingly complete she couldn't close her eyes for fear of becoming lost in the nothingness.
A few hours overdue, the Cullens and Jacob's pack went on the hunt. Not for blood, but for Renesmee and Edward. Alice couldn't see them—even before the wolves decided to get involved—and that worried her to no end. Why couldn't she? Where were they? Were they alright?
No answers revealed themselves, so that left only a search party. Each quickly latched onto a trail and let their nose be their guide.
Jacob got there first and the shear amount of blood was overwhelming. Blood covered everything—the ice, Edward, Renesmee, the moose carcasses, and even the strange blue box which stood their for no reason—but Renesmee soon stole his attention. Her skin was pale—so pale, in fact, an albino would look tanned in comparison. He ran to her side but her skin was so cold to the touch it burned. Even the Alaskan tundra felt like an oven compared to Renesmee.
That's when he noticed the wretched oder of vomit and blood. The stench grew so foul, Jacob had to phase to reduce it potency—after ensuring help was on the way.
Jacob had never been more terrified in his life. Renesmee wasn't responding to anything Jacob did. Only the shallowest of breaths gave him any sign she was alive.
"Nessie, oh Nessie, Nessie, Nessie, my Nessie, please, oh please, oh please," he begged, "please show some sign you're alive, oh please."
Jacob learned to be more careful for what he wished for as at that moment, two things happened.
The blood soaked stranger awoke and—
—Renesmee vomited all over Jacob.
"Seems someone's having an off day."
Jacob looked up at the man in disbelief. His suit was tattered, soaked in dry blood, yet his face remained markless. Not a scar or a cut or a sore to explain the blood, but that was far from the man's strangest quality.
"Yeah, I probably should have warned her that my blood wouldn't agree with her, but what could I do? Too focused to have noticed, no way to stop her. At least she's not venomous. How would I explain it to Rose? Accidentally leave her on Pluto and come back a vampire Time Lord? And that's only the best case scenario! Most likely I'd have regenerated and Rose would have a fit! I've changed enough, she'd tell me, and I'd agree. I like this face just as it is. Besides, I feel brilliant! Nothing like cellular rejuvenation to keep you feeling strong. I could probably jump from a space ship and land on concrete and still feel just as brilliant. What a silly notion. Why would I ever do that? Now, locking the TARDIS like a car, that would be something. Maybe—"
"Who are you?"
The Doctor stopped and assessed his surroundings. In front of him: dead vampire, comatose vampire/human hybrid, angry shape-shifter, and he could more vampires coming in the distance. Seems I've been caught. Best talk.
"I'm the Doctor."
"Doctor? Doctor who?"
"Just 'the Doctor.'"
"Well, if you're a doctor, can you help her?"
The Doctor got out his sonic screwdriver, and scanned it across Renesmee. The results were not looking good and with a coven of approaching vampires, it did not bode well for him. Particularly with no where to run.
Taking everything in, the Doctor knew he needed to decide on a plan of action. Looking down at Renesmee, he could only say:
"I'm so sorry."
To Be Continued . . .