Glad to be back, everybody!
Alright, then. Enough chit-chat. Let's get crack-a-lackin!
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Left. Left. Left. Left. Left. Right. Up. Down. Left. Forward. Left. Up. Up. Right. Backwards. Left-
Donald drifted aimlessly in the emptiness, unaware of whether it was just really dark or if he'd gone blind. If not for the guidance of Vee, he was positive he'd have gone completely insane by now.
Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, Start –
Can you focus for five minutes, my host?
Well, excuse me. There's not much sense of time here. I could've been here for hours. Or days. Or years.
No, It's been five minutes.
Really?
Sure, why not. It sounded like Vee had grown rather irritated, which was a pleasant change of pace from overwhelmingly furious. By now, Donald had drifted into… nothing. Repeatedly. According to Vee, though, every single space in the dark was different, as he'd been trying to explain it to him.
And with every passing sector, we draw closer to your… I suppose we could call it an attempt at mental reconstruction, my host.
Which wouldn't be necessary, Donald thought, or maybe spoke. He couldn't tell the difference here. If you hadn't… Jesus. Did you kill me?
Oh, no. I would never kill you, my host.
Which, knowing what Vee was like, was not a comforting statement.
After a lengthy period of relative (who are we kidding, TOTAL) silence, Donald asked, Can you at least tell me how these 'sectors' differ? How can you tell them apart when THERE'S NOTHING HERE?
… You mean to tell me that you really can't see it?
See what? Donald wondered. It wasn't often that he surprised Vee, but any of the times he had, it never ended well.
How very… unusual. After the level of synchronization I have achieved with your form, I would have expected a rather noticeable change within the ranges of your perceptional field. So far, however, it appears to have been minimal…
… What?
Perhaps you're just a late bloome-
"No, no, no! Go back a minute; you mean to tell me you're the reason I can see the others?" Donald asked aloud.
What are you blithering about now, my host?
Renji, Grimmjow, etcetera; as far as I can tell, only certain people can see them. Did… did you 'alter' me so that I could see them?
Well, I would assume that as obvious, my host. You should've gathered that much by now. You've shown magnificent progress as far as hosts go, but in all the wrong directions. Donald heard an ephemeral sigh, echoing around him quietly in exasperation. You require guidance. I eliminate the useless – you have yet to fulfill your purpose.
What is that supposed to mean?
It means, Vee said lowly, and Donald felt a vast force drawing up energy from somewhere nearby, that I find it a waste of time to lead the blind.
For a moment, he feared that Vee would simply wipe him out of existence. It wouldn't be that difficult; he was severely disoriented, with no way to fight back. All the strength he'd gathered to shatter the Forest of Fog, as he'd deemed it, had vanished completely. As he braced himself for imminent death, he curled himself into as tiny a ball as he could manage and closed his eyes tightly.
… My host?
"… Uh…" Donald mumbled, not daring to move.
I'm not going to kill you yet, my host.
Bullshit. You've tried to kill me before.
No, Vee corrected him. I have attempted to subdue you before. Just… just open your eyes, my host.
Donald slowly cracked one eye open, and almost immediately wished he hadn't.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
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"Now, I'm going to have to ask you to step to the side, reeeeeally slowly," Captain Jack Harkness said, leveling his sonic pistol at the back of Ryan's head. "See, we just had a hell of a ride, and I have to say I am not in the mood to toy around with any friends of Flippy."
"Who?" Ryan asked, not moving an inch. Yet another man came out of the box and closed the door behind him, which was still jutting out nearly a foot off the ground from the wall at an awkward angle. His flaming red hair was the first thing he noticed. Secondly were the flowing black robes he wore, similar to that of a Japanese hakama. "Oh, great," Renji groaned. "Here again." Ryan reprimanded himself almost immediately for not noticing the sharp looking blade on his hip, though. Why was everyone armed?
"You know, Flippy? Your pal that tried to kill us?"
"I think he really has no clue, Jack," Rose said to him, slowly pressing the pistol down away from Ryan's head. Which was probably a bad idea, all in all. "You're, um, looking for the Donald kid, right?" she asked Ryan directly, her large eyes settling on him.
"Your friend –"
"Cousin. He's my cousin."
"Yeah, your cousin. You see, um. Well, uh, he's sort of…"
"Spit it out, you blond British broad!" Ryan barked impatiently. He noticed her eye twitch, and she quickly said "He's dead."
Silence fell over the room, and Ryan barely dared to breathe.
"Well… crap."
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"I just don't get it!" Tails said in frustration, glaring angrily at the machine. "After all that work, all that effort and risk, how can it be malfunctioning?"
"What's wrong with it, exactly?" Ichigo asked curiously. It looked like it was working just fine. And it wasn't even smoking this time.
"It was supposed to detect the genetic code, and using portal physics-"
"Heh heh heh," Danielle chuckled. "Portal physics."
"And using portal physics," Tails continued as if he hadn't heard her, "should have created another small dimensional rift, just large enough to find them, no matter where they are. Instead, we've wasted massive amounts of energy just for a malfunction!"
"But what went wrong?" Ichigo emphasized, attempting to narrow down possibilities. Ichigo reminded her a lot of her brother, sometimes. But taller. And with more orange.
And personality.
"It says they're right here!" Tails said, aggravated, throwing up his white-gloved hands in submission to the stubborn machine. "No matter what I do, it displays Danielle's location, and it only indicates that he's right here!"
"Maybe…" Danielle began. "…. Hey. Where's Ryan?" she asked.
"Uh…" Tails exclaimed suddenly. "I don't think I have time to find out."
"What?" Wyatt said. "You told me we had at least ten more minutes before the hole closed!"
"We did, until the attempt at opening a secondary rift. We have… seven seconds."
And for once, Wyatt actually did something responsible. He checked around, counting heads. "Everybody through? Good."
"You didn't even check!" they heard Blaze shout angrily from the other side at him.
Wyatt shrugged, grinning, and silently mouthed Call me! to Danielle as the light from the portal slowly dwindled as it closed. "AND I SAW THAT, BUSTER!"
Eventually, the dim orange light faded into complete darkness.
"… That was nine seconds," Ichigo protested. Danielle groaned loudly in disgust at their failure, and slowly began plodding downstairs, pushing her hair out of her face.
So much for being a hero…
"Dammit, Ryan!" she yelled down the stairs in anger.
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"Dammit, Ryan!" Ryan heard echo down the stairs.
"Oh, hell no! It's not my fault Donald's dead!" he shouted back.
Only to be greeted by a very, very lengthy silence, followed by a series of loud thumps.
Which only wound up being Danielle falling down every single step after fainting.
"Holy shit! Are you okay?" Ichigo asked, looking down the stairs after her. For a moment she didn't move, but after a short minute, she raised a single shaky thumb to signal that she was still alive.
"… Ow." She groaned into the floor, pushing herself up with her forearms. "Now, what's this I hear about my buh- my byuh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh."
"Sorry, love, I don't speak goldfish very well." the man with short brown hair and a trench coat standing in front of Ryan said.
"Holy nut-balls, Christopher Eccleston!" Danielle chirped in shock.
"Who?" he asked, confused.
"You're… you're the Doctor!" she said, disbelievingly and rubbing her eyes, rapidly jumping to her feet.
"See?" the man said to Captain Harkness. "Told you, Jack. Very recognizable."
"Jac- sweet mother of Jebus." Danielle breathed as she set eyes upon him, still standing behind Ryan. He hastily stuffed the sonic pistol into his pocket, and reached for her hand to shake it.
"Hi there! Harkness," he said, white teeth shining in his smile. "Captain Jack Harkness. At your service, pretty lad- oof!"
The 'oof' in question brought on by the sudden launch of a Danielle-shaped missile. He landed flat on his back, head hitting the floor with a 'pwhamp'.
"OhmygodJackHarknessTHECaptai nJackHarknesswiththegunandth ehairandtheteamandtheshowand - Oh,hohohoho, and the muscles," Danielle said in a single breath before drawing in another large gulp of air whilst still straddling him. "You are so much better looking in person."
"… You know, normally, I'm all for this kind of welcome," he said, gently struggling to remove Danielle from himself without shoving her away immediately. "but I'm still kind of sore."
"Sore? From wh-" Danielle began, standing up and peering around the living room before her eyes passed the TARDIS sticking out of the wall and settled on Rose Tyler, who stared wide-eyed back at her.
"… What?" she asked.
"HE'S MINE, BITCH!" Danielle roared possessively.
"Hello?" Ryan asked, crawling into the time machine when everyone else was distracted. The Doctor, hearing him, panicked, tried to stop him before he could enter, but to no avail. "I wouldn't go in there if I were you-"
Ryan not only looked greasy; he was slipperier than an oiled rat.
"Dear sweet Jesus, what did you do to him?"
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More coming soon!
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Well, soon '-er' than I had expected. Enjoy and review!