Subplot : Sangheili Descendants . Series : Mass Effect and Halo . Unofficial Sequel / AU : The Last Spartan, by DinoJake .
• 362 Years ago .
"Your son thinks your dead." The Doctor observed. The Orange Sangheili, with the blue blush to his skin, had a can of Orange Crush, shoved in his mouth, and pouring the liquid directly down his throat. So the taste buds, inside his neck, could tickle at the carbonated, tangy, sugar.
"I was," The Sangheili took the can from his mouth. "But, apparently, if I die, a true death. My body reforms itself, after a hundred years. I imagine it's the same for you."
"I don't see how," The Doctor scoffed. "Seeing as I've never had a son. Much less compatible genes with an Elite."
The Sangheili smiled, "Regardless, you feel it. Our connection."
The Doctor eyed the oddly coloured Sangheili. "Why?"
The Elite shrugged, "I was grown in a lab, out of a sample of your DNA. The Prophets wanted an ultimate weapon. However violated you feel, at the notion, remember that wasn't my idea. I didn't exactly ask to be born into a life of slavery."
The Doctor looked strangely compassionate, "You're hardly the first child, I've had born that way. Remind me to introduce you to your sister, Jenny."
The Sangheili smiled, grateful to be so easily accepted. "The prophets greatest mistake, in creating me, was letting me read up on stories about you... I wanted, so badly, to be like you. In my youth, I led a rebellion, to save my fellow slaves. I rather mucked it up. Died quite painfully.
"I don't think the prophets realized, the full extent of your immortality. I didn't even realize I could reform a body, without even atoms left of me. I kinda just floated about. Thinking myself a ghost... watching over my son, until I got tired of hearing him curse me.
"At first, I could only appear as a circulatory system, for just a few minutes. Later, as a partially muscled skeleton. It took me a full century, to learn how to form a proper body.
"I literally built myself a body, out of my own energy. Respawning, I believe it's called... a gift only Grandmaster level Gamers have.
"I tried to avoid my death, must have loaded a thousand times... but the prophets always caught me... eventually, I got tired of running.
"My Death, was a fixed point... there was no avoiding it, no matter what I did... and hearing the story, of how you avoided your own fixed point death, gave me false hope...
"But I'm not you, Doctor, I couldn't save my people, nor figure out how to cheat a fixed point. I'm not a god, even if I am, apparently, immortal..."
"You don't have to be me," The Doctor assured. "you have a good life, a kind crew, and a knack for adventure. I couldn't be more proud, to call you my son."
The Squid Head blushed blue, not realizing how moved he'd be, to hear those words. "You been spying on me."
"My TARDIS tracked you down, after you reformed... I thought you were another descendant, took a bit to realize you were my direct heir. I can be rather thick... Didn't know about the respawning thing. Never actually died a true death. Makes that misadventure, by the lake, seem a tad overdramatic."
The Sangheili chuckled.
"Regardless, I take it you haven't contacted your son?" The Doctor eyed.
The Gamer sighed, "I doubt you've ever had to deal, with a child of your own flesh... that hates you. It's not a pleasant feeling, Doctor. I don't dare face him..."
"That was a long time ago," The Doctor assured. "I know for a fact, he regrets shaming your memory. Now that he is free of the Covenant... he can admit how much he misses you. You've been alive for 42 years... maybe it's time to reconnect. Eh? S'mouth?"
The Squid head smiled, "please, call me, Snickersnack."