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'm one of Susan's Bi-Generations, which you would know, if you ever bother to use all 7 of your senses. I swear, you can be so oblivious sometimes, Grand-Father."

The Doctor gaped, "Susan?" And finally looked passed the flesh, seeing the boy's soul... it really was his beloved child. "How?" he gulped.

"You weren't the only one to survive the Time War. True, all proper Gallifreyians were lost. But I guess Time Omnian genes are different enough, we count as a Subspecies... and so all were spared. All 42 of us. With each having Bi-Generated a few dozen times. We are a respectable tribe now. Enough for our own village."

"It's been Billions of human years, since the Time War. From my perspective, at least. Only been a handful of lonely decades for you. We've actually run into each other, hundreds millions of times, before. Between each of our faces. You traveling in time, makes it harder to keep track of you... but your eyes... you're so young. Barely 42 million years, by my guess. And most of that was spent during the Time War. "But I can see you, all of you. There must be... 1722 of you running around? including your Bi-Generations of Bi-Generations of Bi-Generations plus a few dozen other generations... looks about right... Oh, grand father, that's just throwing your lives away... so young to have died so often. The Sangheili sighed, "I wish you'd take better care of yourself. Nearly 200,000 of my deaths, were due to old age. Which caused me to respawn instead of regenerate. I've only died, unnaturally, a little over 500 and a quarter times. So there are only 41 of me, running around. That includes my Bi-Generations of Bi-Generations."Can you see the problem, Grand Father? You've been murdered, 42 times more often then myself. And I got nearly 5 billion years on you."I've respawned, far more often then I Regenerate. Died a cozy death of old age, nearly 200 thousand times.

"Respawning, 200 thousands times, for this face alone...

"I try to avoid unnatural deaths, our loading power helps with that. Very rarely do I find the need to let myself regenerate, or even respawn due to an untimely death."When the Prophets caught me, I must have loaded a thousand times... before I got tired of running.

"But I'm not you, Doctor, I couldn't save my people, nor figure out how to cheat a fixed point, at least, not one that concerns me. I'm not a god, even if I am 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'... never occurred to me, you could really be my child. I can be rather thick..."

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? Susan?"

The Squid head smiled, "please, call me, Snickersnack."