This is part of the first chapter that somehow got cut off. So I'm putting it here. Still don't own any of these characters. Oh, and in case you somehow missed it, this is an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE.
Everything was new. From the comfortable darkness to the light and the noise. A strange figure was looking at her as she dangled in the air. There was a sharp pain, causing her to cry out. Eyes hidden behind masks seemed to glitter with joy for a moment, then they turned from her to something else.
They were cleaning her off when a weak voice spoke. "Let me see her."
"She's supposed to be unconscious," a voice snapped.
"No more drugs," she told them with a weak wave of her hand. "It won't stop it." Holding her and out to the infant, she told them, "I just want to see her."
The eyes glanced around until one head nodded toward her. She was carried and set on a surface next to a woman who was in obvious pain. Cuts and bruises covered her face and her brown hair was unkempt. The woman's brown eyes looked down at her and smiled. Running a hand over the infant's cheek, the woman whispered, "I knew who you were the moment you were conceived. You will have a long life, my daughter. We will meet again, although I won't know who you are then." Falling back again, she nodded to the nurse and smiled as she said, "Thank you." Her strength was almost gone, now, she knew. Just time for one more thing . . .
"Doctor?"
Leaning in close, the doctor asked, "Yes, miss?"
"The family that adopts her," she managed to whisper, "ask them to call my daughter 'Jane.'"
"I will."
Jane sat up and blinked away the tears that were in her eyes. Reaching up, she wiped away the tears on her cheeks with shaking hands. Tossing off the covers she stood and walked out of the master bedroom, leaving the door open behind her as she made her way down the hall. Opening a different door, she stepped into the room she had called her own until she had bought the house. After turning on the light she stepped further into what was now her studio and office. A desk with a fresh set of bills and letters was in one corner and an old familiar easel rested by the opposite wall. A canvas rested on the easel with a picture painted onto it.
The woman looked out with the same expression Jane had just seen in her dream. Only in the painting the wounds were missing. Standing in front of it, Jane rubbed her chin as she thought. It had been two weeks since the Doctor had visited. That night the dream had occurred for the first time. Every night since Jane had seen the same thing as she slept. It always happened just before 3 in the morning. And every night the feeling that a piece of her heart had been ripped away got stronger.
"But who," Jane asked, "is," she pointed with both hands toward the painting, "she?"
"What?" Turning, Jane saw her brother, Trent, standing in the door to the studio.
"Oh, sorry, Trent. I didn't know you were there."
"Getting some water from the kitchen," he explained. Stepping over to where she was, Trent looked at the painting then at her with confusion on his face.
"Something wrong?" she asked.
"Uh, no."
"Come one," she insisted, "tell me what you're thinking."
"I know how you get about your paintings," he began.
"Trent!"
He took a drink of the glass of water as a way to stall. When he lowered the glass the expression being focused on him brought out a sigh. "Okay," he said, "but you can't get mad."
"Just tell me already."
"I was just wondering why you painted a picture of Daria after all this time."
Standing in the back yard, Jane looked up at the sliver of moon making its way across the night sky without seeing it. She could tell that Trent had finally given up his vigil from the window of the studio but she could still only see the face of the woman in the dream. The face of her best friend. The face of . . .
. . . her mother?
Untying her hair, Jane sighed as she ran her hands through it. "Of all the crazy ideas," she grumbled, "to think that some stupid dream would mess with my head to the point where I think my mother is some stranger and that Daria is my mother. Besides," she went on, "I look too much like a Lane to be anything else."
"I knew it was you the moment you were conceived. It was worth it for you to live."
"Stop that!" Jane ordered with a shake of her head. Looking up toward the moon, she scowled. "This all started when the Doctor showed up. He started this, he should have some idea on how to end it. But," she raised an eyebrow and tapped her chin, "how to find him?"
Jane walked around the giant strawberry as she shined a light on it. Finally, however, she found what she was looking for. Reaching up, she pressed one of the 'seeds' and a panel opened up that was large enough for her to crawl into. I knew I should have paid more attention when the Doctor was poking around in this thing, Jane thought to herself.
As she looked around, she shook her head as she remembered meeting the Doctor for the first time. The strawberry, it had turned out, was really an early-warning system that UNIT, United Nations Intelligence Taskforce, had set up to warn of alien invasion. The Daleks had appeared after the strawberry had been hit by a Jaguar during a storm. They had captured most of Lawndale with the intention of using them as slave labor before the Doctor, his companion Sarah Jane Smith, Daria and Jane had managed to free them. UNIT had arrived to help stop the Daleks and get the people home. Daria and Jane had ridden with the Doctor in the TARDIS, which had landed on the wrong planet before taking them on to Earth.
"Of course," Jane muttered, "that was before we found out Daria was his granddaughter. Sometimes the universe just laughs at you. Ah, here we are." Reaching into her pocket, Jane pulled out a small screwdriver and set to work. "Leave it to bureaucrats to fix this thing then shut it off. But, if I'm right, there are two transmitters hooked up here. That big one is a normal transmitter while this one," she used the screwdriver to pry loose a panel, "only has an input but no power. Which means," she shined the light with her right hand while she reached in with the screwdriver, "it has an internal power supply. That has to be more advanced technology so it doesn't run out of power. And this," she finished as there was a 'click,' "should send a signal."
A mauve light began to blink, causing Jane to raise an eyebrow. A smirk later, she replaced the panel then climbed out of the strawberry and pressed the seeds until the hatch closed. As she walked away from the disguised device the sun was just beginning to rise.
She found herself missing the pain. However, as the nerves had died it had as well. Now numb on her left side, she could only lean against the control console as she tried to find a way out of the time stream. The damaged instruments couldn't find a lock on a time, insisting that nothing outside the stream existed.
A beeping from another part of the console alerted her that something was happening. Pulling herself over, she almost fell as her right foot slipped in some of the blood. When she saw what had caused the beep, she almost smiled.
"A signal," she said in a slurred voice. "I can," she tapped a few button, "use it to bring us in for a landing." She pulled herself back around and hit a few buttons, flipped a couple of switches then threw a lever and hit a button. "Automatic." The time rotors over the console groaned as they changed their speed. There was a slight grinding sound that was getting louder, but she knew there was nothing for it now. "Get us somewhere safe," she asked just before the smoke sent her into a coughing fit that splattered blood over the back of her right hand. "Somewhere," the darkness of the room began to be overtaken by unconsciousness, "safe."
Jane paused at the end of the sidewalk that had once led to the Morgendorffer house. The empty lot was well cared-for, with a small sign giving the name of the lawn care provider who oversaw the upkeep. Just as she turned to go she caught movement from the corner of her eye causing her to dive to the ground just as an object passed where she had been standing.
After looking around to make sure nothing else was heading her way, Jane climbed to her feet then turned to see what had nearly collided with her. A long furrow had been dug into the dirt leading up to a large wooden wardrobe that was now sitting almost ten feet past the end of the sidewalk. As Jane watched one of the doors to the wardrobe opened, allowing a figure to stumble out and fall to the ground.
Running to their side, Jane could see that the left side of their body was blackened from where they had been burned. Most of their hair was gone, as was their clothes, leaving the woman in a scorched sports bra and barely enough of her burned and shredded jeans to hide her underwear. One brown eye looked around before seeing Jane standing over her. The right side of her mouth tried to form words.
"Don't talk," Jane told her. Pulling her phone from the inside pocket of her jacket, she added, "I'll call you an ambulance."
"No," came the whisper. "They'll be too late. Need you," she waved her right hand toward the open door where smoke was now pouring out. "Have to stop fire."
"Okay, I'll call the fire department."
The eye narrowed. "Jane?"
"You, you know me?"
There was the barest of nods. "You're Daria's friend." She waved her hand again. "Fire control system. Wall to the left of the control console. Mauve panel. Don't let it," she stopped for a moment then finished, "don't let it die."
"Control panel?" Jane looked toward the door. A sudden realization hit her. "That's a TARDIS," she said.
"Don't let it die," the woman repeated. "Fire . . ." her voice faded as she lost consciousness.
Daria said that a TARDIS is alive, Jane recalled. "That's gotta be hurting," she said as she moved toward the door. Taking a deep breath, she moved past the doors and into the ship. The darkness was only broken up by the light from the door behind her and a few lights on the control console. Turning left when she reached the console she could see square panels on the wall with what looked like stone circles mounted to them. She couldn't see the colors until she was right on top of them.
Finally needing to take a breath, Jane choked on the smoke for several seconds until she could stop herself. Seeing what looked like a purple-ish stone, Jane pulled it open to see a lever inside with some kind of symbol over it. Grabbing the lever, she pulled it down until it stopped. A whirring noise started up and the smoke was pulled away. Seeing that the door was about to close, Jane ran out of the TARDIS before it closed too far for her to slip through.
As the door closed behind her, Jane knelt next to the woman on the ground. "I got it," she reported. Not getting a reply, she felt the woman's wrist for a pulse. Not finding one, Jane gently placed the hand to the woman's side. Looking around, she noticed that no one else was around. "Too early to be up," Jane muttered. Taking her phone out again, she was about to dial when an electrical buzzing noise distracted her.
Looking away from the phone, she could see that tiny arcs were dancing across the woman's skin. As they moved over her, the skin was healing. The arcs dancing across her scalp were leaving behind stubble of hair which began to grow rapidly. Open wounds closed and vanished, the burned skin healed or flaked away. In less than three minutes the arcs vanished, leaving a body in perfect shape, but unbreathing. That ended a few seconds later when the woman took a sharp breath and her eyes opened. It was also at that moment when Jane realized who she was looking at.
"Quinn?" The girl who was sitting up was, indeed, Quinn Morgendorffer or an exact replica. Her hair was bright red and reached halfway down her back with bangs on her forehead and brown eyes. She looked young for her twenty-four years, just as she had when she had left for war.
After blinking a few times, the redhead looked at her. "What?"
"How'd . . ." Jane waved a hand toward the TARDIS before giving up and trying again, "You're back."
"Barely." Quinn looked at her left hand in confusion before coming to her feet. "Where am I, anyway?"
"Lawndale," Jane replied. "In fact, you made it back to your place."
"I did?" Quinn looked around the lot. "Looks different without the house here." Looking at Jane again, she put the index finger of her right hand against her cheek as she leaned her head to the side. "You look older."
"Thanks for rubbing it in."
"What year is it?"
"2014."
"Gee, I really missed it, then. I was trying to get back to the year I left." She shrugged then said, "Oh well. At least I made it back." Looking around again, she asked, "So where did Daria put the house, anyway?"
Jane looked away until she felt the weight of Quinn's gaze. "She didn't come back," she finally said.
"Didn't come back?" Shaking her head in disbelief, she insisted, "Daria had to have come back. You sure she didn't pop in then take off again? Maybe she's on Gallifrey or something."
"There is no Gallifrey, Quinn." Before the redhead could say anything Jane went on, "The Doctor was here a couple of weeks ago. He said that he was the only survivor of the war. Gallifrey was blown to rubble and all the other Time Lords were gone." She sighed before adding, "I guess you make two survivors of the Time War."
"No one else?" The question came in a whisper as the color drained from Quinn's face.
"No one," came the confirmation.
"So he's alone."
"Not any more," Jane told her before she could stop herself. "Shut up," she whispered to herself.
"What are you talking about?"
"Long story. Look, can that thing move?" she asked with a wave toward the TARDIS.
"No. Almost all of its circuits were damaged in the attack and the few that weren't were damaged in the landing." Quinn rested a hand on the wardrobe. "But even now you're crawling back from the brink of death, aren't you, boy?" A proud smile appeared on her face. "Let me catch my breath and I'll start helping you heal."
"Well, for now we need to move it before someone decides it would look good in their bedroom," Jane told her. She looked a the tatters Quinn was wearing for a moment then asked, "You have anything to wear in there?"
"Of course," Quinn replied. "I moved my stuff from the house to in here right after we met."
"I strongly suggest that you go put on something that's in one piece while I go get my truck." Jane smirked at her, "Girls your age dressed like you tend to have trouble find them in any neighborhood."
Quinn looked down at herself then back up with confusion. "You know, I have no idea why I'm not dead."
"Worry about that later," Jane ordered as she nudged Quinn toward the TARDIS door. "Get dressed and I'll be right back."
"Wait." Quinn started to reach into a pocket only to have the denim come apart in her hands. Now clad only in matching dark gray bra and panties, Quinn blushed as she shook off the material. She unlocked the door then handed Jane the key. "You'll need this to get in when you get back."
"Uh, yeah." Jane looked down then back up at Quinn. "I'll be right back."
"I'm going to get dressed." Stepping inside the damaged ship, Quinn closed the door behind her.
Quinn watched as Jane brought in a box loaded with books and files from the garage. In the three months since she'd been there it was the first time she had seen Jane bring in a box of anything other than pizza. When Jane turned to look at her, Quinn asked, "This isn't good news, is it?"
"Huh?" Jane chuckled once before saying, "No, it's nothing. This is just the first day of Spring Break and I didn't want to leave this stuff in my office."
"I missed that at the Academy," Quinn said. "We didn't get a Spring Break."
"Or any kind of break, if I remember correctly," Jane added. "Daria always said that was one of the things she liked about it."
"Not me. I was so exhausted by the time the session would end I wasn't able to do much more than climb in bed and hide until it was time for the next one."
"Could have used some down time, eh?" Jane shifted the weight of the box as she smiled. "I felt like after finals a few times. And I really felt like that after my dissertation."
"What was it on?" Quinn asked.
Smirking, Jane answered, "I wrote on the probabilities of worm holes in the Horse Head Nebula."
"There are no worm holes in the Horse Head Nebula."
"And that was my conclusion." As Quinn shook her head Jane headed up the stairs with the box.
After dropping the box off at her desk, Jane came out of her room in time to see Quinn heading into the one she had been using since her arrival. Following, she reached the doorway just as Quinn was unlocking the wardrobe. Noticing Jane, she motioned with her head for Jane to follow then stepped inside.
"I wonder if I'll ever get used to this?" Jane asked as she stepped through the door and into the TARDIS.
It looked very different than it had the first time Jane had been inside. The walls were clean again instead of smoke-stained and the squares of carpeting no longer were dirty or scorched. The central console was again hexagonal instead of a pentagon with an additional side that was melted away. The controls were still dark but at least all the sides were now there. The lights were dimmed but they all seemed to be working. The doorway on the far side of the control room was also looking much better than it had three months before. It was a stark white with soft lights shining from the ceiling. The hallway alone was larger than the room the TARDIS was 'sitting' in.
"Every time I see this place it looks better," Jane said to Quinn. Quinn was unfolding a ladder next to the control console. For a moment she wondered what the redhead was doing but figured it out a moment later. A clear column reached up from the center of the console, with clear rods projected down from the machinery on the ceiling as well as from the console itself. Two of the rods on the top had actually come loose and were lying on the bottom of the column, and one of the rods on the bottom looked partially melted.
"You mind turning down the gravity when I get up there?" Quinn asked her.
"Huh? Oh, sure. Where is it?"
"Other side. The environmental controls are the only ones lit." Climbing the ladder she added, "Blue lever. Don't turn it all the way down, just until it says point one or something."
"Okay." Jane came around the other side of the console and found the panel. She waited until Quinn was at the top then reached out and touched the blue lever.
Hello.
"Ah!" Jane jumped back and stared at the console as if bitten.
"What?" Quinn asked, nearly falling.
"It, it," Jane waved a hand at the controls. "I heard something in my head."
"It's just the TARDIS," Quinn told her. "Remember, it's alive. I'm afraid it's a little tired of just talking to me, and the Doctor's TARDIS is in a different time right now."
"Hopefully with the Doctor aboard," Jane added. "But why would it talk to me? I'm not a Time Lady or anything."
"Well," Quinn said as she pulled something out of her jacket, "if you'll go ahead and lower the gravity I'll give you a theory."
Jane looked at the switch as if she was expecting a shock then reached out and placed a hand on it. "Wow," she said, "I can feel something, kinda like a pulse or heartbeat."
"It's the mental pulse of the TARDIS."
"Oh. Well, here goes." Jane began to move the lever then watched as one of the indicators began to drop. Finally she let go and asked, "point zero seven okay?"
"Perfect." Quinn smirked then added, "Easiest weight loss plan I've ever heard of."
Jane moved her arm as she noticed the lack of pull from the ground beneath her. "Wow. I haven't been in low gravity before."
"It's better for removing large heavy objects like the time rotors," Quinn pointed out. The device in her hand began buzzing as she began to work at the top of the column where it met the overhead device.
"You were going to tell me about why the TARDIS talked to me," came the reminder.
"Oh, that. Well," Quinn leaned around the column and reached up with the buzzing device, "since the house, or SuperTARDIS, gave me an Imprimature of Rassilon, I figure it might have given you one, too."
"A what?"
"A, hold on." Quinn leaned back onto the ladder and made her way down. "An Imprimature of Rassilon. It's what allows Time Lords to communicate with the TARDIS. Without it the whole system falls apart."
"Just because you can't talk to it?"
"Well, that and the Time Lords generate a specific kind of mental energy that they need to operate properly." Quinn stepped off of the ladder and onto the console. Kneeling, she applied the device in her hand to the base of the column. "It also ensures that the TARDIS keeps the people aboard safe."
"That doesn't sound good," Jane observed.
"Actually it is. You see," Quinn began shifting around the column, "a young TARDIS needs to be bonded to a Time Lord or Lady so that it's aware that the things inside it are important enough to run the environmental systems and try to keep them alive. Ah." Standing on the console, Quinn reached out and slid the entire column, rods and all, out of position. "Take this," she said to Jane as she lowered it to her.
"And what do I do with it?"
"Just hold it while I get down. If I just try to jump I'll bounce off of the ceiling." Slowly the redhead climbed down to the ground. Then, she took the column and gently set it on the ground. "Could you reset gravity for me? I need to get something."
"Okay," Jane agreed as she moved the lever back to its original position. Letting her hand linger, Jane let the feeling of the TARDIS' mental pulse. Not unpleasant once you get use to it, she thought.
I like you too.
Removing her hand, Jane grumbled, "Stop that or people will talk."
"Okay," Quinn said as she came back into the control room, "now you're making him laugh."
"Him?"
"Sure." Quinn placed the tube-like object against the center of the outer casing of the time rotors and pressed the button. A glowing red line began to stretch toward each end. "Every TARDIS is assigned a sex when they're finished growing. I was never sure why," she admitted. When the line reached the ends, she removed the device then rolled the column over. "But there are male and female TARDISes."
"I think the Doctor's is female," Jane told her as Quinn repeated the procedure on the column.
"And the house is male." Quinn smirked a she added, "When I first realized that I got very nervous."
"Because you'd undressed in it?"
"Wouldn't you?"
Jane thought about it for a moment, then shook her head. "No, actually it doesn't. Of course, given my track record with guys, that's more action that I got out of most of the men I've been around."
Quinn sighed as the casing came apart along the two lines she had made. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out the device from earlier and started work on the rods.
"That's the magic ink pen Daria gave you isn't it?"
Quinn stopped and looked at Jane for a moment before rolling her eyes. "It's not a 'magic ink pen,'" she replied, "it's a sonic pen."
"But it is, right?"
"Yes, Daria gave it to me."
"Thought so."
Quinn took a moment to glance at the device in her hand. The 'sonic pen' looked at the moment like an expensive pen that had an extra section stuck between the top and bottom. The top and bottom parts were a dark red with a gold cap on the top, a silver band and clip beneath that, and a gold cap with a blue tip on the bottom. The section in the middle was black with four gold rings around the center and a red button just below where the top connected and in line with the clip. Below that was a small blue display with the number '0009' currently displayed. Holding up the pen, she pressed the red button and watched as the blue tip glowed as the pen buzzed.
"Best gift I ever got," Quinn whispered. "Thanks, Daria." Scowling, she turned back to her task. A moment later she lifted the melted rod away from the rest. "This is going to be a problem."
"No replacement?"
"I could reforge it, but I'd never get the shape exactly right."
"Well," Jane asked with a shrug, "can you just leave out the one at the top to keep them even?"
"They'd have to balance right or they'd never move properly. And it would slow the ship down a lot. But, it can be done."
"That's right, they have to move, don't they?" Jane shook her head. "Too bad. If they stayed in one place it'd be a lot easier."
Quinn turned to look at Jane. "Did Daria tell you about her new time rotor design too?"
"Tell me about what?"
Setting the rod down, Quinn stood and headed for the passageway as she waved for Jane to follow. As she walked, she said, "Daria noticed that the number one problem facing the TARDIS was that the time rotors are fragile and the mechanism for moving them can stick at bad times. So," she stepped through a door, "she came up with an alternate design."
Jane stopped just after entering the room. It was another large room, but this one was set up with a large drafting table as well as several tools that looked like they were designed to work with wood or other materials. She recognized a lathe, although it had things attached that she was afraid to ask about. Quinn had pulled a roll of paper from a cubbyhole above the table and was spreading it out.
Quinn nodded as she told Jane, "She figured out that instead of moving the rotor to generate the field you could change the way the current was applied and get the same result." Smiling, she looked up at Jane. "They never tried it on Gallifrey. They decided it was too experimental. But we," she said, "can do it. And with the fewer rods, too. And," she turned back to the schematics, "we should get an increase in speed instead of a decrease."
"But won't that throw off the equilibrium with the rest of the system?" Jane stopped as she mentally reviewed her own words. "How did I know to ask that?"
"Daria probably talked about it," Quinn guessed. "Anyway, you have a point. I'll have to completely reconfigure the entire system."
"How long with that take?"
After pausing to flip her hair back over her shoulder, Quinn said, "No idea. But if I'm going to get my TARDIS up and running again, I'm going to have to make this idea work."
"This could take a while," Jane muttered to herself.
The classroom was mostly full, with several of the students either pink, red or tanned from their break spent in sunnier parts of the country. As they spoke amongst themselves, most noticed that the class was five minutes late in starting. Finally, the professor came through the back door to the room.
"Sorry," Jane told them. "Running late today." Setting her briefcase on the desk, she looked up at them. "It looks like most of you are here. Well, all but seven of you anyway. So, now we'll . . ." Jane felt the dizziness wash over her like a tidal wave as she looked around the room. "Moving." Leaning on the desk, she closed her eyes and lowered her head. I can feel the room moving, she thought. No, not the room. I can feel the planet moving beneath us at a thousand miles an hour. The whole thing spinning as it races around the sun at a hundred thousand per, while the whole solar system flies around the galaxy at five hundred thousand miles an hour. Looking up again, she smiled at the class. "You don't know what you're missing," she told them just before passing out