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Dr. Who Fiction: Going Out With the Tide

Title: Going Out With the Tide
Author: kaffyr 
Characters: Jack Harkness
Rating: G

Summary: Time can be a dance, time can be a river, time can leave behind so much. And sometimes time catches up.
Author's Notes: We were told that time appeared to move differently in Pete's World, at least in relation to events in our own. I don't think that it necessarily always moved faster. What if it moved much more slowly?
Disclaimer: As always, I do not own any Whoniverse characters. They are the property of the BBC and their various creators. I earn nothing and intend no infringements. I do love them all, though.

It was something the Doctor noted in passing, that day in Canary Wharf before the short and brutal war. Time passed differently over in Pete's Universe.

The last time the universes had reached out towards each other, he noticed more signs that time danced through them at a different pace.

And then that part of his life was over, and he went on, and regenerated, and regenerated, and regenerated, and then he died, and his TARDIS mourned and followed him into death. And the universe that knew him went on without him. No more Time Lords, and no memory of the thing he'd noted all those years before.

In the universe that slowly forgot the Doctor, that universe in which even the legends of Gallifrey were lost; in that universe, one fixed point in time wound its weary way around a Moebius strip of unending existence.

Jack had had a long time in which to forget a great many things.

He'd long since forgotten his youth. He'd forgotten wars and worlds and empires and the black times and spaces between them. He'd forgotten people he hated. He'd forgotten people he loved. He had forgotten people.

He forgot, and forgot, and forgot; he forgot to be human and forgot things beyond the imaginings of humanity as he went on to become something unique, and solitary, and never not alone.

He had most certainly long since forgotten Torchwood, and the case records he'd read of Pete's Universe, and the notes that time appeared to pass differently there.

But when Rose Tyler died - happy and surrounded by children, grand-children and a grieving but loving husband, 70 years after she fell in love with the one-hearted Doctor - the Bad Wolf lost the second of its parents.

Across the Void, a fixed point in time lost its final anchor and dispersed, grateful and exhausted. In the timeless moments before it disappeared, it seemed to be surrounded by a swirl and kiss of gold.


( 19 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 31st, 2010 06:22 am (UTC)
Interesting take on this. Nicely done!

Thanks for writing!
Mar. 31st, 2010 06:31 am (UTC)
Thank you!
Mar. 31st, 2010 06:42 am (UTC)
Mar. 31st, 2010 06:46 am (UTC)
Thanks for reading it.
Mar. 31st, 2010 07:03 am (UTC)
Oh my god, that's gorgeous. ' a swirl and kiss of gold.'...absolutely beautiful. Love.
Mar. 31st, 2010 07:05 am (UTC)
Thank you so much - I'm glad you liked it.
Mar. 31st, 2010 07:19 am (UTC)
What a fantastic idea! Well done.
Mar. 31st, 2010 02:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I'm glad you liked it - and I really like your icon!
Mar. 31st, 2010 10:34 am (UTC)
I love it. Rose and Jack both get a happy ending. Almost-kinda-sorta together. :)
Mar. 31st, 2010 02:57 pm (UTC)
I've always thought that Jack's life and death were tied to the lives and deaths of those who created what he was. I'm glad you liked the way I imagined the connections.
Mar. 31st, 2010 11:44 am (UTC)
Oh, what an ingenious, and beautiful, idea! And gorgeously written, as well. Now this, I think, is what I would like for Jack.
Mar. 31st, 2010 03:01 pm (UTC)
Thanks. I've always figured that time, in the Whoniverse, is as slippery - and as prone to calm and rapids - as water. Variable speeds in variable contexts ... and that gave me the key to providing a little rest and grace for Jack.
Mar. 31st, 2010 01:47 pm (UTC)
He forgot, and forgot, and forgot; he forgot to be human and forgot things beyond the imaginings of humanity as he went on to become something unique, and solitary, and never not alone.

This line was chilling yet strangely heartening, particularly the last six words.
Mar. 31st, 2010 03:04 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it. Somehow the phrase "never not alone" whipped out under my fingers instead of "always alone" and it seemed to fit better. It meant the same thing for Jack, poor creature.
Mar. 31st, 2010 02:41 pm (UTC)
Ahhh, lovely.
Mar. 31st, 2010 03:06 pm (UTC)
Oh, I'm so glad you liked it!
Mar. 31st, 2010 09:08 pm (UTC)
Oh, yum, that was lovely. What a wonderful thought.
Mar. 31st, 2010 09:17 pm (UTC)
Thanks — I can't think of anyone more deserving of rest and relief than the Captain.
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Apr. 2nd, 2010 09:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you for your kind words, and I'm pleased that you enjoyed reading the story.
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