When Everything Changed - Chapter 12/20
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tonjavmooreTitle: When Everything Changed – A Torchwood/Dr. Who/Sarah Jane Adventures Crossover
Author:tonjavmoore
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Eleven and Amy Pond, and a lot of people from the Whoniverse at large
Rating: PG
Word Count: Total: 32,641; Chapter 12: 1,340
Spoilers: This assumes that you are familiar the five days of Children of Earth. Otherwise, you’ll be a bit lost. This is a timey-wimey fixit that takes up action partway through Day 3.
Disclaimer: Torchwood, Dr. Who, and Sarah Jane Adventures all belong to the BBC and RTD. Sadly.
Betas: Thanks to midlist_writer and welsh_scotsman on Live Journal. Also, to my friend Alexandria Cameron who put up with my squeals and tantrums when it just wouldn’t get out through my fingers the way I wanted it to.
Dedication: This is for my good friend and the best roommate anyone could have ever the pleasure of having, Susan Garrett. She was taken from us by cancer and the world is not as bright as it was before she left.
Summary: When the Shadow Architects find a paradox that is destroying the Universe, can the Eleventh Doctor find a way to restore Jack’s timeline to what it should have been?
I have disabled comments on Live Journal. Please comment at my Dreamwidth account. I love comments. They are cookies for my soul. You don’t have to have an account to comment there.
Story starts here:
Chapter 1
Chapter 12
“Have you got all that?” The Doctor asked.
Amy nodded. “It’s a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it in.”
He grinned at her. “Good thing you’re with a Time Lord then, isn’t it?”
“You have your moments.”
The Doctor rooted around in a box he’d dragged in from another part of the TARDIS. Finally he extracted what he wanted. “Aha!”
When he held it up, Amy couldn’t help but gape. It looked like a double-level submachine gun. “I thought you didn’t let guns on the TARDIS.”
“I don’t. This is a paintbrush.”
“You’re not serious.”
“It’s loaded with red and yellow. If you actually pull this trigger here, everyone in the near vicinity will be covered in orange.” The Doctor grinned again. “Although it might make some of them look better, I’d advise against doing that. You don’t actually have to be menacing, you know; you only have to pretend to be menacing.”
“With a paintbrush, right.” Amy took hold of the thing and hefted it experimentally. It was lighter than it looked. “What other weird gadgets do you have in that box?”
“Too many to go through now. On your way, Amy Pond! Geronimo!”
Gwen plugged the laptop into the console where the radio equipment was. One of the soldiers, Jason something, had stayed to help her. The others, including Johnson, had scattered in the Jeeps. They’d split up and headed for the nearest cities: Swindon, Cheltenham, and Bristol. There were villages in between that they hoped to alert as well. Rhys had been shown to the empty hangar and was there now with a headset Jason had found for him.
“Okay, here we go. Give me your broadest communication channel, maximum feed, or whatever it is you use.” She downloaded Tosh’s program to override emergency broadcasts from the backup server and clicked its icon.
“You’re hooked in,” Jason reported. “Ready whenever you are.”
“Right. Tosh, do your thing.” She sent up a silent prayer to her deceased friend that this would still work. “Get me onto the system.”
A screen with Tosh’s picture showed up. Her hand was in the “thumbs up” position. Gwen almost laughed out loud. Tosh had always had a very quirky sense of humor. She leaned closed to the built-in microphone and spoke. “Attention, people of the United Kingdom and anyone else who can hear me. I am Gwen Cooper of Torchwood. Listen to me. The government is trying to take your children and give them to aliens. Get your children under cover. On no account let them be taken away. If you see a school bus with children, do everything you can do to stop it and get the children inside for safety. Use any solid building for shelter. Do not allow the government to give your children to the aliens.”
“That’s going to cause riots, it is,” Jason whispered softly.
Gwen covered the microphone. “If it saves one child from those monsters, I don’t care what else happens.” She lifted her hand and started again. “Attention, people of the United Kingdom…”
Sarah Jane Smith came upstairs to see if she could find out anything about what was happening. She had a basement full of children down with Luke. From her window she could what seemed like every parent in Ealing chasing buses away from the schools. Before now, she’d had no idea that so many of her neighbors owned sporting guns; she wondered how many of them actually worked. Regardless they were presenting a united front. “What’s going on now, Mr. Smith?”
“There is a country-wide broadcast on the emergency system originating in Aston Downs,” the computer said in his soft tone. “The speaker has identified herself as Gwen Cooper of Torchwood.”
“Let me hear it.”
“…The government is trying to take your children and give them to aliens. Get your children under cover. On no account let them be taken away…”
The voice struck a vague chord in her memory. When the Earth was stolen, that was it! That woman had been one of the people in Torchwood who had helped power the Rift. “Identify her, please.”
The screen changed to a picture of a young woman with dark hair and large eyes. Her mouth was open in a smile and Sarah saw the gap between her front teeth. Yes, that was her. “Mr. Smith, pick up that broadcast and send it world-wide. Translate it to local languages, but keep that voice if you can.”
“Yes, Sarah Jane.”
“Also, if you can get word back to her without disrupting the broadcast, let her know what you’re doing.” Sarah took a deep breath. At last they were doing something, even though it didn’t feel like much.
She had avoided contact with Torchwood in the past, since she was wary of their methods. Guns and violence repelled her, but she had learned through the Captain that guns were a last resort rather than a first line of defense. She made herself a promise to communicate with them more often. If they’d joined forces before, perhaps they would have been able to prevent this.
Martha rode with Johnson toward Swindon. Mickey had gone with one of the other men. They had paired up in case the people driving the buses had a problem with following orders.
She was half standing in the moving vehicle, arms around the roll bar, to scan the widest area possible. She caught sight of three school buses pulled off to the side about half a mile ahead and directed Johnson toward it. The children were being unloaded, half of them crying and clustering together. To Martha’s relief, some of the parents had followed the buses. Maybe they could get a driver for each of the buses from them if the soldiers proved recalcitrant. She brought her machine gun up as Johnson screeched to a halt. “Get those kids back on the bus!” she ordered, shouting loudly enough to be heard for a mile all around.
Johnson stood up behind her with her gun and bullhorn. “Children, get back on the buses now! We’re taking you somewhere safe!”
The soldiers were caught off guard. They raised their hands as Martha dismounted and shouted at them. “Drop your weapons! I have no compunction about shooting you.”
They evidently decided she meant business and tossed their guns down. Two of the soldiers actually called to the children to get back on the buses. Martha watched as Johnson calmly shot out the tires on the two jeeps that had followed the buses. At that action, the soldiers who had been trying to restrain the distraught parents gave up. For a minute mayhem ensued as the parents charged toward their children.
“Wait!” Johnson used the bullhorn again. It got an immediate response as everyone froze in their tracks. “We’re going to get the kids under cover at Aston Downs. It’s better if you let them get back on the buses.”
Martha strode over to them. “We’ve got a place to hide the children from the aliens. Let us take them there. Some of you head back into town and warn people to get their children under cover. The government is hiding the fact that they are giving the children to the aliens.”
“Bloody Hell!”
“Aliens! They’re handing our children over to aliens!”
“Why? How?”
“I want my Freddy!”
“Eliza! Over here!”
“Quiet!” Johnson stood beside her, but kept her gun up on the soldiers. “In a few minutes there will be an alien ship overhead. All they’re after is the children. We’re nearer to the base than we are to Swindon. Let’s get those kids under cover and argue later. Can any of you drive a bus?”
Two of the soldiers and one of the fathers raised their hands. “Let’s go then! Follow us. The rest of you, go back the way you came. Warn as many as you can find. We don’t know what will happen when the aliens don’t find the children. Argue later! Move now!”
Author:
tonjavmooreCharacters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Eleven and Amy Pond, and a lot of people from the Whoniverse at large
Rating: PG
Word Count: Total: 32,641; Chapter 12: 1,340
Spoilers: This assumes that you are familiar the five days of Children of Earth. Otherwise, you’ll be a bit lost. This is a timey-wimey fixit that takes up action partway through Day 3.
Disclaimer: Torchwood, Dr. Who, and Sarah Jane Adventures all belong to the BBC and RTD. Sadly.
Betas: Thanks to midlist_writer and welsh_scotsman on Live Journal. Also, to my friend Alexandria Cameron who put up with my squeals and tantrums when it just wouldn’t get out through my fingers the way I wanted it to.
Dedication: This is for my good friend and the best roommate anyone could have ever the pleasure of having, Susan Garrett. She was taken from us by cancer and the world is not as bright as it was before she left.
Summary: When the Shadow Architects find a paradox that is destroying the Universe, can the Eleventh Doctor find a way to restore Jack’s timeline to what it should have been?
I have disabled comments on Live Journal. Please comment at my Dreamwidth account. I love comments. They are cookies for my soul. You don’t have to have an account to comment there.
Story starts here:
Chapter 1
Chapter 12
“Have you got all that?” The Doctor asked.
Amy nodded. “It’s a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it in.”
He grinned at her. “Good thing you’re with a Time Lord then, isn’t it?”
“You have your moments.”
The Doctor rooted around in a box he’d dragged in from another part of the TARDIS. Finally he extracted what he wanted. “Aha!”
When he held it up, Amy couldn’t help but gape. It looked like a double-level submachine gun. “I thought you didn’t let guns on the TARDIS.”
“I don’t. This is a paintbrush.”
“You’re not serious.”
“It’s loaded with red and yellow. If you actually pull this trigger here, everyone in the near vicinity will be covered in orange.” The Doctor grinned again. “Although it might make some of them look better, I’d advise against doing that. You don’t actually have to be menacing, you know; you only have to pretend to be menacing.”
“With a paintbrush, right.” Amy took hold of the thing and hefted it experimentally. It was lighter than it looked. “What other weird gadgets do you have in that box?”
“Too many to go through now. On your way, Amy Pond! Geronimo!”
Gwen plugged the laptop into the console where the radio equipment was. One of the soldiers, Jason something, had stayed to help her. The others, including Johnson, had scattered in the Jeeps. They’d split up and headed for the nearest cities: Swindon, Cheltenham, and Bristol. There were villages in between that they hoped to alert as well. Rhys had been shown to the empty hangar and was there now with a headset Jason had found for him.
“Okay, here we go. Give me your broadest communication channel, maximum feed, or whatever it is you use.” She downloaded Tosh’s program to override emergency broadcasts from the backup server and clicked its icon.
“You’re hooked in,” Jason reported. “Ready whenever you are.”
“Right. Tosh, do your thing.” She sent up a silent prayer to her deceased friend that this would still work. “Get me onto the system.”
A screen with Tosh’s picture showed up. Her hand was in the “thumbs up” position. Gwen almost laughed out loud. Tosh had always had a very quirky sense of humor. She leaned closed to the built-in microphone and spoke. “Attention, people of the United Kingdom and anyone else who can hear me. I am Gwen Cooper of Torchwood. Listen to me. The government is trying to take your children and give them to aliens. Get your children under cover. On no account let them be taken away. If you see a school bus with children, do everything you can do to stop it and get the children inside for safety. Use any solid building for shelter. Do not allow the government to give your children to the aliens.”
“That’s going to cause riots, it is,” Jason whispered softly.
Gwen covered the microphone. “If it saves one child from those monsters, I don’t care what else happens.” She lifted her hand and started again. “Attention, people of the United Kingdom…”
Sarah Jane Smith came upstairs to see if she could find out anything about what was happening. She had a basement full of children down with Luke. From her window she could what seemed like every parent in Ealing chasing buses away from the schools. Before now, she’d had no idea that so many of her neighbors owned sporting guns; she wondered how many of them actually worked. Regardless they were presenting a united front. “What’s going on now, Mr. Smith?”
“There is a country-wide broadcast on the emergency system originating in Aston Downs,” the computer said in his soft tone. “The speaker has identified herself as Gwen Cooper of Torchwood.”
“Let me hear it.”
“…The government is trying to take your children and give them to aliens. Get your children under cover. On no account let them be taken away…”
The voice struck a vague chord in her memory. When the Earth was stolen, that was it! That woman had been one of the people in Torchwood who had helped power the Rift. “Identify her, please.”
The screen changed to a picture of a young woman with dark hair and large eyes. Her mouth was open in a smile and Sarah saw the gap between her front teeth. Yes, that was her. “Mr. Smith, pick up that broadcast and send it world-wide. Translate it to local languages, but keep that voice if you can.”
“Yes, Sarah Jane.”
“Also, if you can get word back to her without disrupting the broadcast, let her know what you’re doing.” Sarah took a deep breath. At last they were doing something, even though it didn’t feel like much.
She had avoided contact with Torchwood in the past, since she was wary of their methods. Guns and violence repelled her, but she had learned through the Captain that guns were a last resort rather than a first line of defense. She made herself a promise to communicate with them more often. If they’d joined forces before, perhaps they would have been able to prevent this.
Martha rode with Johnson toward Swindon. Mickey had gone with one of the other men. They had paired up in case the people driving the buses had a problem with following orders.
She was half standing in the moving vehicle, arms around the roll bar, to scan the widest area possible. She caught sight of three school buses pulled off to the side about half a mile ahead and directed Johnson toward it. The children were being unloaded, half of them crying and clustering together. To Martha’s relief, some of the parents had followed the buses. Maybe they could get a driver for each of the buses from them if the soldiers proved recalcitrant. She brought her machine gun up as Johnson screeched to a halt. “Get those kids back on the bus!” she ordered, shouting loudly enough to be heard for a mile all around.
Johnson stood up behind her with her gun and bullhorn. “Children, get back on the buses now! We’re taking you somewhere safe!”
The soldiers were caught off guard. They raised their hands as Martha dismounted and shouted at them. “Drop your weapons! I have no compunction about shooting you.”
They evidently decided she meant business and tossed their guns down. Two of the soldiers actually called to the children to get back on the buses. Martha watched as Johnson calmly shot out the tires on the two jeeps that had followed the buses. At that action, the soldiers who had been trying to restrain the distraught parents gave up. For a minute mayhem ensued as the parents charged toward their children.
“Wait!” Johnson used the bullhorn again. It got an immediate response as everyone froze in their tracks. “We’re going to get the kids under cover at Aston Downs. It’s better if you let them get back on the buses.”
Martha strode over to them. “We’ve got a place to hide the children from the aliens. Let us take them there. Some of you head back into town and warn people to get their children under cover. The government is hiding the fact that they are giving the children to the aliens.”
“Bloody Hell!”
“Aliens! They’re handing our children over to aliens!”
“Why? How?”
“I want my Freddy!”
“Eliza! Over here!”
“Quiet!” Johnson stood beside her, but kept her gun up on the soldiers. “In a few minutes there will be an alien ship overhead. All they’re after is the children. We’re nearer to the base than we are to Swindon. Let’s get those kids under cover and argue later. Can any of you drive a bus?”
Two of the soldiers and one of the fathers raised their hands. “Let’s go then! Follow us. The rest of you, go back the way you came. Warn as many as you can find. We don’t know what will happen when the aliens don’t find the children. Argue later! Move now!”
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Date: 2010-09-26 11:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-27 05:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-26 12:37 pm (UTC)I know the 456 are supposed to take the children, but I keep hoping they're stopped. I always wondered just what they'd do if they didn't get the children...
This story is fantastic and I always look forward to the updates. Next chapter please? (Oh no, I'm not greedy! LOL)
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Date: 2010-09-27 05:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-26 12:43 pm (UTC)A paint gun? Oh Doctor.
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Date: 2010-09-27 05:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-26 12:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-27 05:55 pm (UTC)The Doctor has accumulated a lot of odds and ends over the years.
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Date: 2010-09-26 03:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-27 05:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-26 08:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-27 05:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-27 02:53 am (UTC)LOL, a paint gun...only the Doctor.
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Date: 2010-09-27 05:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-10-14 10:19 pm (UTC)Here via a comment made at LJ's Torchwood genre finders comm.
Date: 2012-08-23 09:21 am (UTC)