This is my first X-over fic attempt. It will probably not be the last either.. I have watched Atlantis and SG-1 since at least 2003 but have only seen the Doctor Who episodes that include the 10th, I saw the ninths regeneration into 'pretty boy'- David Tennant and love the series…
Disclaimer: No. I do not own Stargate Atlantis, SG-1, or Doctor Who.. Yet. I'll tell you what I do own- the plot, the character- who will eventually be named, the prototype- in sense (Yes, I added that last part so I don't get sued.), and the wonderful title.
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Prologue: Endless Years
"Doctor! You can't do this!" I had yelled. "There's too much at stake!"
"I'm sorry." That was the last thing he told me. The last thing he said.
Those last moments repeated in my mind. I had replayed the scene through my head over the past few hours, wondering about why he had done it. Why he saved me. I hadn't asked him to save me, he just had. Why had he done it? Worry? Or was it something entirely different? There had been some emotion on his face all those years ago, but my memory was not the best.
It had been another of the many attacks on Gallifrey, during the Time War, that a scout ship of Daleks had attacked the capital. They had caught most of the Time race unawares, and some had perished in the fight. I was going to be one of them too, I recalled falling to the ground. Tumbling down a steep area of the land, I heard a crack. Within seconds the Dalek squadron had me cornered, I was done running.
I saw the machine fire, I was sure the beam hit me. I should have been dead, or rather- regenerated. Somehow the energy bounced back to the Dalek and destroyed the invader. The energy had been redirected, charged by some other force to be used against the creature…
I remember the Doctor running towards me, mere moments after the explosion. In another instant, we were approaching the capital hall, the science lab. That's where the prototype Tardises had been constructed, where the latest in Chronomatic Tech had been used to engineer the ships. The Doctor aided me up the steps toward the lab, my leg had snapped during my fall, he stopped and activated a generator that would- "Keep them occupied them for a while."
He planned to 'borrow' one of the prototypes and return so this wouldn't happen, so there would be some warning but the Daleks had gotten to us first. He had pushed me into a red prototype ship just before he said good-bye. The Dalek fleet was gathering around the world's capital, the race wouldn't survive the war.
"I'll see you again," he had said quickly as the Daleks entered the building. "That's a promise."
I don't believe you Doctor, but I wish I could. That had been years ago.. I was now in the TARDIS, frozen in time. Dead to the universe... I was traveling... Though I did not know where or when I was going there... I was going there alone in every possible sense of the word.
Suddenly the TARDIS lurched forward. She had finally come to a stop. I shifted on the floor, removing my hand from a button on the floor. I removed the weight from my damaged leg then I inched forward, rising from the hard base of the ship.
I rose, keeping most of my weight on my good leg, looked down to the to the teleporter platform that went directly to the ship's door- not bothering to read the time and location that was shown on the ships main console. I reached stepped forward and pressed the button on the floor, within that same instant I vanished in a red haze.
I reappeared inside the glass of the Tardis' disguise; it was a red telephone booth- I could tell by the small black phone hanging on the wall behind me. I looked down for a moment and found a button similar to the one from before, they controlled the transport function that the prototype had been designed with. I couldn't make out much outside the synthetic frosted glass of the prototype.
The glass door came open with a slight whine. I limp out into the light, the door closes behind me, and the first sight that meets my eyes is a great arch that looked like it was made of some kind of metal. After a couple of seconds, I noticed the sound of rushed footsteps coming from all directions. I could hear voices, the mixed chatter of different people. I heard hope.
Relief flooded over me and I dropped to the floor, I looked up as the figures approached my side. The first one I noticed was a man with black hair; he had knelt beside me and looked up several times shouting to someone out of my line of vision. He had such soft green eyes, I watched as they left me for the third time- he shouted again for help. He told me everything was all right, that I just had to hold on. I shifted, he told me not to move and started to stop me, but I managed to spot one figure moving towards us out of the corner of my eyes. He came to a halt as he reached me and my eyes closed.
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I wasn't sure how much time had passed when my eyes opened again, I had probably been hours, days possibly. I made a note of my surroundings quickly. I was in a room that was much different than the one I had arrived in. It was mostly white and had several beds and monitors all around the area. A double beep came from nearby every couple of seconds.
There were at least four other beings in beds farther away from me; there were machines that accompanied them. I also noticed that the beings didn't look all that well. I look over and notice the machine attached similarly to my arm, the double beeping sped up when I made this discovery. I instantly try to rise and flinch away when a hand comes down on my shoulder. I hear a voice and my head turns quickly to the source. There was a man standing about a foot from the side of the bed.
"Easy, lassie." He says, looking down at me. "You had a rough go, you've been out for nearly a day and a half since you arrived."
I move back to lie down and his gaze meets my own, I watch him for a moment unsure of him. He wore a white coat and looked like he was a doctor. But not the Doctor.
"Where?" I manage to croak out of my dry throat, I was surprised when I heard such an unrecognizable noise coming from my own mouth.
The doctor stands there for a moment, astonished to hear me speak. He replies to my question as he takes a step around the bed.
"Atlantis." That one word makes me pause, it was unanticipated. "Could you tell me where you're from, love?"
I was too shocked for words. If this is Atlantis, then where were the other Time Lords? Where were all the other peoples of the Pegasus galaxy if not the center, the gathering place? Had the Dalek destroyed all the ancient races? My mind raced. What about the Time race? My race?
"Am I the last?" my thoughts were verbalized; the doctor came forward from the foot of the bed.
"What was that, lass?" he asked.
I don't answer; I lie back down on the bed and try to rest. I had to heal now, and it would take time- something that I learned was very precious. I planned to return, return to Gallifrey if the prototype could still function after the crash. Return to save the Doctor, return to save the seven ancient races.
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4/30/09- I have re-written the prologue. It seems better, and I for one wanted more information on the characters history with the Doctor before the re-write. It was also interesting to add some more dialogue between Carson and her as well, the rest of the chapters will be re-written as well. The SEVEN ancient races thing is NOT a mistype, so you know.
5/26/09- Re-written again. I had to add some details on the girls ship and put that little freaking out because I-have-a-machine-on-my-arm-and-I-just-noticed-that-all-the-other-beings-that-have-this-machine-attatchment-don't-look-like-they-are-doing-so-well moment in there because I could picture it happening. Isn't that the longest dash phrase you've ever seen?
~Amethyst