A Question of Time
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1 through F › Doctor Who
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
25
Views:
6,237
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own Doctor Who and I am not making money off of this.
Chapter 19: Calling Torchwood Jones
The Doctor and the Master flipped the final levers and pushed the last few buttons that would keep the TARDIS suspended in the Time Vortex. After making sure they wouldn’t drift off to the Middle Ages, the Doctor went off into the back rooms of the TARDIS with Donna, in order to show his new companion around.
The Master and Jack also entered the back rooms of the TARDIS, although their purpose wasn’t as clear as the Doctor and Donna. While they vanished into one of the numerous rooms of the TARDIS, Rachel went to her room… holding the Rani’s Journal, which had been all but forgotten when Donna showed up at Adipose Industries.
Lying on Rachel’s bed was a laptop computer… one that wasn’t a Mac or a PC. In fact, Rachel had made the computer herself and, like the Doctor’s Sonic Screwdriver, Rachel was always fiddling with it to make it better. Although it looked like an ordinary laptop from 21st Century Earth, the little computer was filled with random bits of technology that the TARDIS had picked up in it’s journeys across Time and Space.
It had all started when Rachel and the Master had discovered what they liked to call the “Tech Room”… a large room the Doctor only remembered when he had to find somewhere to toss technology that he didn’t want to throw away. Rachel had entered the room and not emerged for about twelve hours. In that time the only thing which could be heard from inside the room was the sound of Rachel’s Sonic Screwdriver and the young woman muttering to herself.
Eventually she’d emerged with the computer and some bits of wire. Rachel had gone straight to the main control room of the TARDIS and plugged her computer into the control counsel. With a little help from the TARDIS, Rachel wrote her own operating system and connected her computer into the TARDIS, allow her to access information from any point in time and space.
Both the Doctor and the Master had been extremely impressed with the computer Rachel had made… the Doctor had even jokingly tried to steal it from her. A couple times in their travels the two Time Lords and Jack had used the computer to help save whatever world they were on.
However it was mostly just Rachel’s personal computer, used to kill time when the TARDIS was suspended in the Vortex. Ever since Ianto had left to head up the newly reformed Torchwood Three, the computer had been Rachel’s means of staying in contact with Ianto.
Placing the Rani’s journal to one side, Rachel pushed her hair out of her face and opened up the computer. A few keystrokes later and Rachel had simi-hacked into Torchwood Three… just enough to connect with Ianto’s personal computer.
In Cardiff, a flashing message appeared on Ianto’s computer…
Space_Girl signed on.
Rachel made it so that the message sort of bounced around the screen, so that it would attract Ianto’s attention. After a few minutes passed, her computer beeped at her…
Torchwood_Jones is online.
Rachel squeaked happily, placing the journal to the side and pulling her computer on to her lap.
Space_Girl: Ianto!
Torchwood_Jones: Ah, my wayward Time Lady. How are you today?
Space_Girl: It’s sorta night for us, so a bit tired. How are things back on Earth?
Torchwood_Jones: Torchwood is less crazy then life on the TARDIS… but not by much.
Space_Girl: There’s something you’re not telling me.
Torchwood_Jones: My sister contacted me today. It’s our mother’s birthday soon.
Space_Girl: She doesn’t know.
Torchwood_Jones: …
Torchwood_Jones: She doesn’t want to.
Space_Girl: Want to talk about it? Or we can talk about our adventures, if your not ready / don’t want to.
There was a long pause, and Rachel wished she was in Cardiff, so that she and Ianto could talk face to face, instead of over the computer.
Torchwood_Jones: Where/when are you guys?
Space_Girl: 42nd Century. Planet of the Ood. They’re sort of human shaped, but with big bald heads, wrinkled skin and tentacles instead of mouths. They communicate psychically, through a sort of mental song. I wish you were here, so I could share the song with you… it’s beautiful.
Torchwood_Jones: So what crazy happenings went on with the Ood?
Space_Girl: They were being enslaved. We went in and freed them, the Doctor happened to have met the Ood before, said he owned them one.
Torchwood_Jones: Rose?
Space_Girl: Rose.
Torchwood_Jones: How’s Jack and the Master dealing with THAT?
Space_Girl: It’s gotten better. The Doctor’s told us about her, and they understand that she was just a companion… one which he feels guilty about losing, even though she’s probably better off in her dimension.
Torchwood_Jones: What about the girl? Donna Nobel?
Space_Girl: She’s amazing! Really feisty and a lot of fun. Calls the Doctor ‘Space Boy’… hence the new screen name *point point*
Torchwood_Jones: It suits you… wait, haven’t I met Donna?
Space_Girl: Yep. She was the Bride that the Racnoss were filling with Huon Particles… wait a second. What time is where you are?
Torchwood_Jones: …
Torchwood_Jones: 12 pm. -_-
Space_Girl: And you aren’t in bed because….?
Torchwood_Jones: Because I knew you’d get online eventually. I used the chance to catch up on paperwork.
Space_Girl: You SHOULD be sleeping.
Torchwood_Jones: And I’m sure there are some modifications or repairs on the TARDIS you should be doing… but here’s the real reason I was staying up!
Rachel blinked as a red rose with a black ribbon tied to it’s stream suddenly appeared in her lap. She gently picked up the rose and turned it around in her hands, a smile creeping over her face.
Space_Girl: Ianto!
Torchwood_Jones: Do you like it? I figured out how to… well “text” the TARDIS and asked her for a little favor.
Space_Girl: Just as long as she doesn’t tell my parents… I don’t that’s how they’d like to be informed of our relationship.
Torchwood_Jones: Don’t worry, I get the idea that she likes our little ‘secret romance’
Space_Girl: -_- secret romance? That sounds like something out of a bad romance novel.
Torchwood_Jones: And our lives are like something out of a bad science fiction story.
Space_Girl: … you certainly sound like someone who hasn’t had enough sleep.
Torchwood_Jones: -_- alright, I’ll go to bed. Love you Rachel.
Space_Girl: Love you too Ianto.
Torchwood_Jones signed off.
Space_Girl signed off.
Rachel closed her computer and smiled, twirling the rose around in her hands smiling as she smelled it’s sweet perfume. “Thank you.” she whispered, looking up at the ceiling of the TARDIS, as she often did when she spoke with her parent’s ship. She realized that the TARDIS had created a nice vase on one of her bedside tables, ready for Ianto’s rose.
Laughing at the idea of the TARDIS playing matchmaker, Rachel placed her rose in the vase, before lying back on her bed and just staring at the flower, a dreamy smile on her face.
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The next morning, Donna was standing next to the controls of the TARDIS, Jack, the Master and Rachel watching as the Doctor leaned over Donna’s shoulders… directing the human woman on how to fly the TARDIS.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this!” Donna practically squeaked, staring intently at the control panel.
“Neither can I,” the Doctor sort of whispered before suddenly moving forward. “Careful!” He took a mallet out from his pocket and pushed a few buttons before whacking the console with said mallet. Donna continued her manipulation of the TARDIS’ controls as the Doctor watched one of the scanners, the mallet still in his hands.
“Left hand down, left hand down!” Rachel remarked, taking a step forward. Donna obeyed and the TARDIS lurched to one side and shook a little.
“Getting a bit too close to the 1980s,” the Master remarked, moving closer to the controls as Jack sat down in the jump seat.
“What am I gonna do? Put a dent in 'em?” Donna asked, rolling her eyes.
“Well, someone did.” Jack shrugged and then a surprisingly normal thing happened….
A mobile phone rang.
“Hold on. That's a phone!” Donna blinked. The Doctor and his family looked slightly concerned as Rachel fumbled in the pockets of her jacket, which was thrown over a pillar of the TARDIS… her arms almost completely vanishing inside the pockets.
“You've got a mobile?” Jack blinked in confusion as he looked at his daughter, who just nodded, looking down at the phone in confusion.
“Since when?” The Master asked.
“Ianto gave it to me… in case of emergency.” Rachel flicked on the phone and set it to speakerphone. “Hello?” She said, her voice sounding almost hesitant.
“Rachel, it’s Ianto… I’m afraid I have to bring you lot back to Earth.”
TBC
The Master and Jack also entered the back rooms of the TARDIS, although their purpose wasn’t as clear as the Doctor and Donna. While they vanished into one of the numerous rooms of the TARDIS, Rachel went to her room… holding the Rani’s Journal, which had been all but forgotten when Donna showed up at Adipose Industries.
Lying on Rachel’s bed was a laptop computer… one that wasn’t a Mac or a PC. In fact, Rachel had made the computer herself and, like the Doctor’s Sonic Screwdriver, Rachel was always fiddling with it to make it better. Although it looked like an ordinary laptop from 21st Century Earth, the little computer was filled with random bits of technology that the TARDIS had picked up in it’s journeys across Time and Space.
It had all started when Rachel and the Master had discovered what they liked to call the “Tech Room”… a large room the Doctor only remembered when he had to find somewhere to toss technology that he didn’t want to throw away. Rachel had entered the room and not emerged for about twelve hours. In that time the only thing which could be heard from inside the room was the sound of Rachel’s Sonic Screwdriver and the young woman muttering to herself.
Eventually she’d emerged with the computer and some bits of wire. Rachel had gone straight to the main control room of the TARDIS and plugged her computer into the control counsel. With a little help from the TARDIS, Rachel wrote her own operating system and connected her computer into the TARDIS, allow her to access information from any point in time and space.
Both the Doctor and the Master had been extremely impressed with the computer Rachel had made… the Doctor had even jokingly tried to steal it from her. A couple times in their travels the two Time Lords and Jack had used the computer to help save whatever world they were on.
However it was mostly just Rachel’s personal computer, used to kill time when the TARDIS was suspended in the Vortex. Ever since Ianto had left to head up the newly reformed Torchwood Three, the computer had been Rachel’s means of staying in contact with Ianto.
Placing the Rani’s journal to one side, Rachel pushed her hair out of her face and opened up the computer. A few keystrokes later and Rachel had simi-hacked into Torchwood Three… just enough to connect with Ianto’s personal computer.
In Cardiff, a flashing message appeared on Ianto’s computer…
Space_Girl signed on.
Rachel made it so that the message sort of bounced around the screen, so that it would attract Ianto’s attention. After a few minutes passed, her computer beeped at her…
Torchwood_Jones is online.
Rachel squeaked happily, placing the journal to the side and pulling her computer on to her lap.
Space_Girl: Ianto!
Torchwood_Jones: Ah, my wayward Time Lady. How are you today?
Space_Girl: It’s sorta night for us, so a bit tired. How are things back on Earth?
Torchwood_Jones: Torchwood is less crazy then life on the TARDIS… but not by much.
Space_Girl: There’s something you’re not telling me.
Torchwood_Jones: My sister contacted me today. It’s our mother’s birthday soon.
Space_Girl: She doesn’t know.
Torchwood_Jones: …
Torchwood_Jones: She doesn’t want to.
Space_Girl: Want to talk about it? Or we can talk about our adventures, if your not ready / don’t want to.
There was a long pause, and Rachel wished she was in Cardiff, so that she and Ianto could talk face to face, instead of over the computer.
Torchwood_Jones: Where/when are you guys?
Space_Girl: 42nd Century. Planet of the Ood. They’re sort of human shaped, but with big bald heads, wrinkled skin and tentacles instead of mouths. They communicate psychically, through a sort of mental song. I wish you were here, so I could share the song with you… it’s beautiful.
Torchwood_Jones: So what crazy happenings went on with the Ood?
Space_Girl: They were being enslaved. We went in and freed them, the Doctor happened to have met the Ood before, said he owned them one.
Torchwood_Jones: Rose?
Space_Girl: Rose.
Torchwood_Jones: How’s Jack and the Master dealing with THAT?
Space_Girl: It’s gotten better. The Doctor’s told us about her, and they understand that she was just a companion… one which he feels guilty about losing, even though she’s probably better off in her dimension.
Torchwood_Jones: What about the girl? Donna Nobel?
Space_Girl: She’s amazing! Really feisty and a lot of fun. Calls the Doctor ‘Space Boy’… hence the new screen name *point point*
Torchwood_Jones: It suits you… wait, haven’t I met Donna?
Space_Girl: Yep. She was the Bride that the Racnoss were filling with Huon Particles… wait a second. What time is where you are?
Torchwood_Jones: …
Torchwood_Jones: 12 pm. -_-
Space_Girl: And you aren’t in bed because….?
Torchwood_Jones: Because I knew you’d get online eventually. I used the chance to catch up on paperwork.
Space_Girl: You SHOULD be sleeping.
Torchwood_Jones: And I’m sure there are some modifications or repairs on the TARDIS you should be doing… but here’s the real reason I was staying up!
Rachel blinked as a red rose with a black ribbon tied to it’s stream suddenly appeared in her lap. She gently picked up the rose and turned it around in her hands, a smile creeping over her face.
Space_Girl: Ianto!
Torchwood_Jones: Do you like it? I figured out how to… well “text” the TARDIS and asked her for a little favor.
Space_Girl: Just as long as she doesn’t tell my parents… I don’t that’s how they’d like to be informed of our relationship.
Torchwood_Jones: Don’t worry, I get the idea that she likes our little ‘secret romance’
Space_Girl: -_- secret romance? That sounds like something out of a bad romance novel.
Torchwood_Jones: And our lives are like something out of a bad science fiction story.
Space_Girl: … you certainly sound like someone who hasn’t had enough sleep.
Torchwood_Jones: -_- alright, I’ll go to bed. Love you Rachel.
Space_Girl: Love you too Ianto.
Torchwood_Jones signed off.
Space_Girl signed off.
Rachel closed her computer and smiled, twirling the rose around in her hands smiling as she smelled it’s sweet perfume. “Thank you.” she whispered, looking up at the ceiling of the TARDIS, as she often did when she spoke with her parent’s ship. She realized that the TARDIS had created a nice vase on one of her bedside tables, ready for Ianto’s rose.
Laughing at the idea of the TARDIS playing matchmaker, Rachel placed her rose in the vase, before lying back on her bed and just staring at the flower, a dreamy smile on her face.
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The next morning, Donna was standing next to the controls of the TARDIS, Jack, the Master and Rachel watching as the Doctor leaned over Donna’s shoulders… directing the human woman on how to fly the TARDIS.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this!” Donna practically squeaked, staring intently at the control panel.
“Neither can I,” the Doctor sort of whispered before suddenly moving forward. “Careful!” He took a mallet out from his pocket and pushed a few buttons before whacking the console with said mallet. Donna continued her manipulation of the TARDIS’ controls as the Doctor watched one of the scanners, the mallet still in his hands.
“Left hand down, left hand down!” Rachel remarked, taking a step forward. Donna obeyed and the TARDIS lurched to one side and shook a little.
“Getting a bit too close to the 1980s,” the Master remarked, moving closer to the controls as Jack sat down in the jump seat.
“What am I gonna do? Put a dent in 'em?” Donna asked, rolling her eyes.
“Well, someone did.” Jack shrugged and then a surprisingly normal thing happened….
A mobile phone rang.
“Hold on. That's a phone!” Donna blinked. The Doctor and his family looked slightly concerned as Rachel fumbled in the pockets of her jacket, which was thrown over a pillar of the TARDIS… her arms almost completely vanishing inside the pockets.
“You've got a mobile?” Jack blinked in confusion as he looked at his daughter, who just nodded, looking down at the phone in confusion.
“Since when?” The Master asked.
“Ianto gave it to me… in case of emergency.” Rachel flicked on the phone and set it to speakerphone. “Hello?” She said, her voice sounding almost hesitant.
“Rachel, it’s Ianto… I’m afraid I have to bring you lot back to Earth.”
TBC