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Behold, the first story in a new series! This was inspired by [livejournal.com profile] then_theres_uss Challenge #91: AU., and this photo promptPhoto prompt ) This will not be the last. This story has eaten my brain, and I have many, many ideas for it, so I hope you read it and enjoy.
Title: As The World Falls Down
Genre: Romance, Adventure, Mystery
Pairing: 9/Rose, other special guests
Rating: Teen
Summary: Rose Tyler rarely speaks. She is invisible. One day, she decides to take a walk down a tree-lined road to meet the madman that lives at the other end.
Author's notes: Yes, this messes with canon a bit. It is an AU. If you don't want canon tinkering, don't read AU. This story would never have come to be without the help of the greatest betas in the world: [livejournal.com profile] kelkat9[livejournal.com profile] onabearskinrug and [livejournal.com profile] who_in_whoville
The Tithe was typically a day of family feasting and small, private parties that took place after everyone had delivered their annual tribute to the Master to the designated processing center. As the Master himself had chosen to personally receive the London Tithe this year, the ruin of what had been called Royal Festival Hall in the old world was designated as the spot for both the receiving of the tithes as well as a village-wide feast that included four massive wild cattle, three boars roasting in pits and an array of vegetables and desserts donated by the villagers on top of their regular Tithe.
 
The grounds surrounding the ruin were decorated with bunting and huge sprays of wildflowers, and the best musicians in London had been scraped together to play festive music throughout the day. Jackie Tyler had spent the past three days in a fugue of work, mending and pressing the fanciest clothes for every person in London, it seemed. Everyone except for her daughter and future son-in-law. She was dressed in a handsome dress she’d nicked from an unsuspecting customer, altered and dyed beyond recognition. She was bringing the biggest tribute of her life to the Tithe; her combined incomes from taking in laundry and taking in johns had never been higher thanks to Mr. Gatesmith’s innovations. She stood near the boar roasting tents and scanned the crowd for her unimpressive daughter and her impressive beau.
 
The only reason she recognized Rose when she finally spied her was because she was on the arm of John Gatesmith. He was wearing his dark blue shirt and black cravat, smartly tied in a bow at his throat, with an embroidered waistcoat and a lush velvet frock coat with shining silver buttons over it all. His boots gleamed in the sun, as did the patent leather of her daughter’s brand new high-heeled dress boots. She was wearing spats of pale pink lace that exactly matched the frothy, off-the-shoulder confection she wore, complete with miniature pink top hat perched jauntily atop the pile of blonde curls at the back of her head. Rose had never looked more beautiful. Jackie caught her daughter’s eye and waved in greeting. Rose’s smile hardened to stone and she turned and whispered to John, trying to turn away from her mother. John waved gaily back to Jackie before turning and leading Rose in the opposite direction. She saw their heads lean towards each other for a moment before Rose threw her head back in peals of airy laughter.
 
“What was that for?” John asked as they kept walking through the crowd. “Fake laughing.”
 
“Let her think we’re having a wonderful time,” Rose said.
 
John looked down at her with surprise. “We are havin’ a wonderful time. I am – aren’t you? Maybe I’m just more excited than you. I’m gettin’ married tonight.”
 
“Are you now?” Rose teased, grinning up at him. “I think I might be, too.”
 
“K-9 and I have been researching all the customs,” John said, squeezing her hand as he led her up the steps to the main entrance. “He’s got the ceremony all written out, and when it’s done we stomp on a glass, jump over a broom, throw rice at each other and smash cake in each other’s faces. I’ve made two cakes – one just for smashing, and the other for eating.”
 
“And the flowers?” Rose asked.
 
John shook his head. “No, no. We don’t smash the flowers. Here we are,” he said, taking a deep breath as he opened the door for her. “Are you excited?”
 
“Seeing the Master in person? How could I not be?” Rose said, doing a happy little dance as they headed to the registration table.
 
“John Gatesmith,” John said to the woman at the table. She flipped through a box of cards until she came to the one she was looking for. When she saw it, she drew her head back with surprise. She pulled his card out of the box and it was edged in gold foil.
 
“Congratulations, Mr. Gatesmith,” the woman said, awe coloring her voice. “You are one of the lucky ones who gets to give his tribute personally to the Master.”
 
Rose’s eyes went wide. John’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding, right?” he said, reaching for his card. He looked to Rose, who was grinning so widely it felt as if her face might rip in half.
 
“You’ll get to ask him straight out for a blessing!” Rose cried, clamping down on his arm with both hands. “I don’t believe it!”
 
John kept staring at her. “You’re coming with me.”
 
“Oh, John,” Rose gasped.
 
He grinned, bouncing excitedly. “I can’t face him alone, after all. I need you with me!”
 
Rose squealed, threw her arms in the air and jumped into his embrace. He spun her around and set her down and she did one more twirl before they were led to the special holding area to wait for their turn to give tribute. The “special holding area” turned out to be a room just off the stage with one wall partially blown out and a few battered folding chairs to sit in, but the cleaning crew had swept most of the rubble into a corner, so at least there was nothing to trip on as the two of them paced anxiously around the room.
 
“Mum is going to eat her heart out,” Rose said.
 
John clasped her hands in his. “The Master, the Master, savior of Earth, is somewhere in this building, and in less than half an hour, you and I are going to get to shake his hand!”
 
“I knew you’d be excited once you got here,” Rose said. “All those silly dreams were just nothing. It all feels right now, doesn’t it?”
 
“It does,” John said. “D’you think we’ve brought enough of a tribute?”
 
Rose dismissed the question with a shake of her head. “You know the Master doesn’t care about the tributes. Every year he says he only accepts them –“
 
“Because it makes us so happy to give them to him,” John finished. They both kissed their fingertips and touched them to their foreheads. “He is wonderful. Those dreams were nothing but dreams, after all. Praise to the Master. I’m so excited I can’t stand still!”
 
After a few minutes of the two of them being the only ones in the room, the door to the holding area opened and an elderly woman was shown in and brought to a seat by a young, dark-skinned woman wearing a smart black suit and high heeled shoes. She had straight, sleek black hair and a pretty face. She smiled in greeting to Rose, but when she looked at John she dropped her clipboard and took a stumbling step backward. John moved quickly and caught her much as he’d once caught Rose from falling, putting his arm around her back to steady her.
 
“Easy, girl,” he said with a chuckle. “Don’t take a tumble, now.”
 
The color drained out of the woman’s face and her mouth dropped open. “It can’t be,” she breathed. She winced and ducked her head forward, clutching her forehead with both hands.
 
“Rose, get a chair,” John said, holding the girl up to keep her from fainting. Rose slid a chair across the floor to him and he helped the woman into it and put his hand gently on her back while she bent forward in the chair.
 
“My head,” she gasped. Her hands were shaking and her face looked ashen. She finally raised her head and looked into John’s eyes. He smiled.
 
“You all right, now? D’you want me to get some help?” he asked.
 
“I know you,” she said softly, touching his face with her fingertips. An instant later her hand flew to her mouth and she jumped out of her seat. “Oh, my God!” She looked around at the room as if she’d just realized where she was. She leapt out of the chair and ran out of the room, leaving her clipboard behind.
 
“Miss!” John cried, picking up the clipboard to run after her. Rose followed him and they ran through the hallways behind the ruined stage, chasing the poor girl who had discovered by the third turn that she couldn’t run very fast in the type of heels she was wearing. She was pulling them off when John reached her, and Rose came up to them a few seconds later. The woman was looking at John in wide-eyed terror.
 
“You left your clipboard,” he said, holding it out for her take.
 
“Listen to me,” the woman said, reaching into her blouse to pull out an oddly shaped metal pendant on a long ball chain. She took it off and pressed it into John’s hand, looking up and down the hallway as she did. “You’re not who you think you are. I can’t believe you’re alive!” She lunged forward and embraced him, kissing his cheek. “You are you, aren’t you? Tell me something in there still recognizes me. It’s Martha, Doctor. Martha Jones.”
 
John pulled away from her as if she’d electrocuted him, stopping when his back hit the wall. “What did you say?”
 
“You’re not,” the woman who called herself Martha hesitated, waving her hand at his clothes. “You’re not this. This is all wrong. This is not you. You’re the Doctor. You’ve got to find the watch, Doctor. Find the watch and open it. I had it, but I lost it when the Master found me. I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. Please tell me you forgive me!”
 
John stammered, looking from Rose to the frantic woman. She was crying, asking him over and over to forgive her.
 
“Tell her,” Rose said, squeezing his hand.
 
“I forgive you,” he said, absently patting his shoulder. He looked at Rose and shrugged.
 
“I can’t go with you,” Martha said, looking over her shoulder. “He has my family. He’ll kill them. You’ve got to find Jack and find the watch and open it, soon as you can. Find the TARDIS – that’s the key. You’ve got to save us, Doctor. You’re the only one who can.” She kissed him on the cheek again, gave Rose a passing glance, her gaze lingering on their clasped hands, and then ran down the hall in her stocking feet, holding her shoes and her clipboard in one hand, her head in the other.
 
John and Rose watched her leave. Once she was out of sight, he turned his attention to the pendant he was holding. It was a flat piece of silver, shaped like a thumb with a raised square design on one side, and a series of connected raised dots on the other.
 
“Martha,” Rose said at last. “The name from your dream.”
 
“And Jack,” John added. “Look at this thing, Rose. What is it?”
 
Rose took the pendant and examined it. “I’ve never seen a necklace like this before. She said to find the tardis; that it was the key. Is this the tardis?”
 
“I don’t know,” John said. “I’ve never seen the Tardis in my dreams. It’s lost.”
 
“What happened to Martha in your dream?” Rose asked.
 
“This is all madness,” John said, shaking his head and going back the way they had come. “Remember? We said it – it was all just dreams.”
 
Rose shook her head. “John, people from just dreams don’t usually walk up to you and hand you things when you’re awake.”
 
“It can’t be!” he snapped, stuffing the pendant into his pocket. “Did you hear what she called me? Over and over she called me that name. If she’s real, if this thing I’m holding is real, then maybe that name is me. D’you want that? Do you want to be married to the man that murdered the world?”
 
Rose leveled a gaze at him. “If you’re really him, then I don’t believe he murdered the world.”
 
“That’s blasphemy!” he whispered. “You’d say that here, today, with the Master in this building? He saved us all. The Doctor is the monster, not him. And I’m not the Doctor. I don’t care what some babbling madwoman says or gives me, whatever her name might be. I’m going to pay my tribute to the Master and then you and I are going to go home to be married and I’m going to throw this whatever-it-is in the creek and we’re never going to speak of it again!” He grabbed her hand and led her back to the holding area.
 
“Where have you been?” another woman with a clipboard snapped. “You’ve missed his welcome speech. You’re up next for your tribute.”
 
“I’m sorry,” John said, squeezing Rose’s hand. “I’m so nervous at meeting him I got a little sick.”
 
The woman’s smile softened a little. “It happens. Now, as soon as this woman finishes with her tribute, you two walk straight out there and just tell him what you’re giving in Tithe. He’ll tell you when to approach him and receive his thanks.”
 
John took a deep breath and blew it out again, looking down at Rose. She turned her gaze pointedly away from him, her lips pursed together.
 
“Oh, not now,” he whispered as they stepped into the wings. “Please, don’t choose now for our first fight. What happened to ‘Once you see the Master in person, everything’s going to be all right?’”
 
Rose narrowed her eyes at him. “You heard everything Martha said, the same as I did.”
 
“She’s mad,” he laughed, looking out at the stage. He stiffened and grabbed Rose’s wrist. “There he is. The Master.”
 
The Master was sitting on a plush black armchair, resplendent in a wine-colored silk suit and bright white shirt. He was clean shaven with short brown hair and brown eyes set in an impish face that was currently wearing a beatific smile as the woman kneeling before him wept and babbled incessantly.
 
“I love you, Master. I praise you. My family praises you. To be this close to your holy presence is the single greatest moment of my life. I hope you find my tribute fitting and worthy of your tremendous majesty,” the woman said, bowing so low her forehead touched the ground.
 
The Master sighed and the beatific smile broadened. Rose noticed that the smile never quite found his eyes. “Please, please, that’s entirely enough, my good woman. I thank you for your kind and luxurious Tithe. I ask for nothing from you, but I accept all that you give with grace and love. My blessings to you and to all of your precious family.” He held out his hand and the woman rose on trembling legs to approach and kiss the ring he wore.
 
“Seal of Rassilon,” John muttered.
 
“What?” Rose whispered.
 
John shook his head. “I don’t know. Nothing.”
 
The woman swooned when she finished slavering over the Master’s ring and had to be walked off stage. The Master was handed a gilt-edged card and when he read the words on it, his smile went from beatific to something Rose thought looked almost sinister.
 
“Come forward in tribute, John Absalom Gatesmith,” he said.
 
John clenched Rose’s hand and brought her onto the stage with him. The Master tilted his head to the side and quirked an eyebrow at the pair.
 
“I’ve received many wonderful gifts today, but you’re the first one who’s brought me a woman,” the Master said with a chuckle.
 
John went on one knee, pulling Rose down beside him. He lowered his head. “Praise to you, Master.”
 
“Blessings to you, John-and-woman,” the Master answered. “Are you going to tell me who this beautiful creature is, or am I going to have to go on calling her ‘woman’ all day?”
 
“This is Rose Tyler,” John answered, his voice trembling. “We’re to be married.”
 
The Master clapped his hands together and hooted with laughter. “Oh, are you now? Isn’t that delightful! When’s the happy day?”
 
“Today,” John answered, keeping his eyes on the floor of the stage. Rose kept her eyes on the Master. His grin was venomous. She was starting to feel sick to her stomach.
 
“Oh, let me give you my most heartfelt blessings to the happy couple.” The Master stood from his seat and approached them and Rose saw John’s stomach suck inward. She glanced at his face; he was grimacing, sweat beading on his brow. She gave his hand a squeeze, but he did not return it.
 
The Master put one cool hand on the top of Rose’s head and the other on John’s. John made a sick little noise in his throat, almost like he was choking. When she glanced at him again, his face was pale as death.
 
“Blessings unto you, John Gatesmith and Rose Tyler on this, the occasion of your wedding. May your love for each other equal in some measure the love you have for me. May your devotion to each other equal your devotion to me, and may you be very happy in your simple, simple lives for all the days of your mortal existence.”
 
“Thank you,” John choked out at last. The Master retreated to his seat and the beatific smile returned. “Now, what tribute have you brought me?”
 
John cleared his throat twice before he was able to speak. “I bring a third of my annual income, plus several bushels of vegetables for the feast, and a steam-powered water pump for the use of the village in your most holy name.” John’s voice trailed off in a watery mumble at the last few words.
 
“Admirable,” the Master replied. “As you know, I ask for nothing from you, but I accept all that you give with grace and love. My blessings to you, John, and to your bride.” He held out his hand and beckoned them forward. “Come and kiss my ring.”
 
John stood, keeping his eyes downcast, and approached the Master.
 
“Kneel,” the Master said. There was something cold and hateful in his tone. “Show your obedience.”
 
John sank back to his knees and Rose followed suit. She kept her head lowered but her gaze never left the Master’s face.
 
“Kiss the ring,” the Master urged, waving his hand in John’s direction. John swallowed hard and finally brought his lips to the curling seal of the Master’s ring. The Master put his hand on the back of John’s head and held him there for several seconds before letting him go. He did not offer the ring to Rose. “You may depart, my most faithful servant.”
 
John stood and, clutching Rose’s hand as if it were the only thing holding him to the earth, walked off the stage. Rose turned to look back at the Master when she heard him softly chuckling.
 
They made it out of the building and away from the crowd before John sank to the ground and vomited.
 
*****
 
They rode back to the house in silence, the only sound coming from the chugging of the Conveyance.  John refused to look at her or to respond to any of her attempts at conversation. When they turned onto the tree-lined road and were swallowed by the fog, he finally turned and looked at her. His eyes were red from the vomiting and the color had yet to return to his face.
 
“Rose,” he began, but didn’t continue. He hadn’t let go of her hand since they’d left the presence of the Master.
 
When the Conveyance was safely back in its shed and the door was closed and locked, John took the chain out of his pocket. When he saw the state of the pendant, he handed it to Rose and sat down in the grass, holding his head in his hands.
 
The pendant was glowing with a soft, golden light.
 
“What in the world?” she asked.
 
“I felt it getting warmer the nearer we got to the house,” John said without raising his head. “Like it knew it was getting closer to its home.”
 
“What is it though?” she asked.
 
“It’s a key,” a voice said from behind the car shed. Rose yelped and jumped, turning to see a handsome man with dark hair dressed in jeans, a blue shirt and braces standing nearby, his arms folded across his chest. John looked up with mild interest.
 
“You’re Jack, then?”
 
The man nodded. “You saw Martha.”
 
Rose was starting to feel dizzy. The man John had called Jack approached her, a sad smile on his face.
 
“Hi there. I’m Captain Jack Harkness. I’m a good friend of the Doctor’s, but he doesn’t remember me just now. Who are you?”
 
“Rose,” she said. For some reason she could feel tears in her eyes. “Rose Tyler.”
 
He took her hand and kissed it. “Pleased to meet you, Rose. I’ve been watching you two together. You’re very happy. I hope you’ll stick around to help us out.”
 
“I’m not going anywhere,” Rose said. “I don’t know what’s happenin’, but I’m not leavin’ John.”
 
“John,” Jack said, smiling at John. “You want to see what this key opens? Are you ready to see the TARDIS?”
 
John nodded, reaching out for Rose’s hand again. She clasped his and he squeezed hard as Jack led them to the blue wooden box sitting not far from the main house. When he got close, Jack put his hand reverently on the doors, like he was touching an old friend.
 
“It’s locked,” John said reflexively. He chuckled. “I guess you know there’s no key, ‘cept that one, I’m guessing.”
 
Jack only smiled, stuck the key into the box’s oddly shaped lock, and turned. The wooden doors creaked open and Jack stepped aside so John and Rose could see in.
 
“I don’t believe it,” Rose breathed as she beheld the massive interior of the control room. She peered around the outside to see if the box had changed shape, but it was the same size.
 
John walked inside, Rose following quickly after. When he set foot on the metal platform the lights in the room flickered and tried to come on. There was a massive array of panels and controls in the middle of the room, with a great clear shaft at its centre. The panel was blackened and mangled, as if it had been hit by a bomb. There were pieces of shattered coral littering the grating of the metal floor. As the lights came partway up, the shaft began flickering with a pale green light. John looked pained at the sight and looked back to Jack. Jack’s expression was strained with pity.
 
“She’s trying, for you. She’s been waiting to see you for so long, but she hasn’t got much left. I’m surprised she survived at all. She got herself to you, though. Bet you found this box on the property one day, didn’t you?”
 
John nodded, putting his hand on the twisted control panel. There was a weak, wheezing sound coming from somewhere deep inside the room.
 
“We’ve got a lot of work to do,” Jack said, coming to put his hands on John’s and Rose’s shoulders. “Fix the TARDIS, find the watch, stop the Master. Save the world. Average day for the Doctor, but it might be a bit harder without him, at least until we find that watch. Are you up for it?”
 
John and Rose looked at one another before they both turned to Jack.
 
“I’m ready, now,” John said.

Date: 2011-12-19 04:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] who-in-whoville.livejournal.com
Gorgeous!!!!

But but but, you ended it there??????

J, you HAVE to write a sequel!!!!! Please please please please please please please please (can you hear Donna in that?)

Date: 2011-12-19 06:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
LOL I've got notes for a sequel...wellllll, I've got a title for a sequel, thanks to you. :) "Mad, Bad and Dangerous to Know" - and a basic idea of what comes next... :) Thank you for reading it all at one go - it wasn't short!! :)

Just read the whole thing...

Date: 2011-12-19 04:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wphorseluver.livejournal.com
Um.

FREAKING LOVE THIS.

Please write more. As a Christmas present to me? If this is the first installment of a series I'm super excited to see the rest!!!

Re: Just read the whole thing...

Date: 2011-12-19 06:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
Wow - thank you!!! Thanks for reading it all at one go! I promise I'm going to write more (as a present, in case I don't get any of it done in time for Christmas, I'll tell you that best case scenario I think it's going to be at least four stories total) - four long ones and then some one-shots...like a proper 'verse! :) Thanks again!

Date: 2011-12-19 05:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bloose09.livejournal.com
Excuse me, but you ended it there? Yikes! I was freaking out when John was kissing the Master's ring. Poor John and Rose...no cake smashing for you:(

Jack makes this sound so easy:
““We’ve got a lot of work to do,” Jack said, coming to put his hands on John’s and Rose’s shoulders. “Fix the TARDIS, find the watch, stop the Master. Save the world. Average day for the Doctor, but it might be a bit harder without him, at least until we find that watch. Are you up for it?”

I loved this story from beginning to end. Your AU was an interesting post-apocalyptic London. I am certainly looking forward to the sequel.

Thank you for posting!

Date: 2011-12-19 06:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
Jack tends to put a gloss on things, doesn't he? :) Makes anything sound easy...

Yeah, one of these days the Master might be sorry he went as far as he did with the good Doctor....just sayin'. But, that's a story for another...story..yeah. Many sequels to come! :) Thank you so much for reading all this and for posting such nice feedback!! It really makes my day and makes the effort worth it!!! :)

Date: 2011-12-19 05:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bloose09.livejournal.com
Many sequels to come!

* Breaks out the icon of joy*

I love to read good fanfiction. It is like magic to me how you come up with these tales and then bring them to life with your words. Amazing!

Date: 2011-12-19 05:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
Thank you!! - I must say I am a huge fan of the icon of joy. :)

Date: 2011-12-19 06:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] larxene-12.livejournal.com
Where have you been hiding this gem from me?? I just read all the chapters and I fell in love with this story. You are a wicked, wicked person to end it there, but I'm glad you plan to continue it!!!!

Date: 2011-12-19 06:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
Would you believe I wrote this all this week? Most of it since Friday? I kid you not. I went on a binge. Had to see if I could meet a deadline with a huge project, and I just made it. Would have done to the minute, if I hadn't had to post it in chunks...

Date: 2011-12-19 07:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] monkeyprincess7.livejournal.com
That's the worst kind of cliffhanger and I freaking LOVE you for it! This AU is amazing, I fell right into it from the beginning (sorry for not commenting on the previous chapters!) and I was so thrilled to see the whole thing was done and then... BAM cliffy!

You've written a whole new world while keeping it somewhat in canon, just mirrored, if you know what I mean. If possible, it has made me love Nine even MORE than I had before, because if he was human and not timey-wimey'd, then you just know he'd be exactly like that and he would still find Rose and they'd still fall in love except he'd tell her instead of cowarding away from it and just... gosh *fans self*

His house, K-9... yeah I need K-9 in my life, all those statistics and everything little thing he does is just amazing. They should have written him like that, just like that. Jackie is just amazing and so spot on character even for an AU, you can see hints of her original character (the slap etc etc), Martha, I liked this version of Martha better than the original lol Jack, well he's Jack, I'm surprised he didn't try to flirt with John, though that would have just been awkward hehe

Hmm, what else? Oh yeah, looking forward to the sequel! Sorry for rambling a bit, I sound like a fangirl meeting her favorite celebrity, but you know what? No regrets because I love your writing <3

Date: 2011-12-19 01:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
I am with you - writing this story has got my shippy little heart all aflutter over nine... :) I'm so glad you enjoyed the story - there is a lot more to come in this 'verse...it's hijacked my brain!!

Your comment has made my morning. Have to work a 16-hour day today, and I'll be going about my work with a silly little smile thanks to your nice feedback, so thank you!! Glad you like the characters, and yeah it does tear canon up a bit, but it in a shaker and dump out something new...and I'm just gettin' warmed up ha ha ha!!! :)

Date: 2011-12-19 02:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fogsblue.livejournal.com
I would have commented on each chapter, but I didn't want to stop reading long enough to write anything.

But that was FANTASTIC! A beautiful, if rather sad world. I love the AU you've created it's just amazing. Your characters are wonderful. Love this so much :)

Did you HAVE to stop it there though? I want to know now!!

Date: 2011-12-19 02:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
LOL I did have to stop there - it would've gone against my reputation as a cliffie girl to go further... :) Actually it's cos the fic was due for the challenge, and I was working on it up to the hour it was due. L O N G writing weekend, but worth it!

I'm so glad you enjoyed - there's more to come, so do not fear ;) Thank you for the lovely comment!!

Date: 2011-12-19 02:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fogsblue.livejournal.com
I think you're a little evil. But I will wait patiently... Well, as much as possible ;)

Date: 2011-12-19 04:27 pm (UTC)
annissamazing: Ten's red Chucks (Default)
From: [personal profile] annissamazing
One word: Mem'ed.

This was awesome. Thank you!

Date: 2011-12-19 04:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
Thank YOU!!! Very glad you enjoyed it - I'm currently working on notes for the next installment...because now it seems I'm going to have to juggle 3 fics at once for a while so I can keep this series going... :)

Date: 2011-12-19 09:40 pm (UTC)
ext_29986: (Rose/Nine glare)
From: [identity profile] fannishliss.livejournal.com
this is desperately good. Thanks so much for sharing!!! i can't wait to find out how much is AU, how much is as we know it.... the evil, evil Master, and gallant Jack and brave Martha!!

i love your portraits of Nine and Rose, absolutely wonderful. YAY!!!

Rose and Nine are glaring at the Master!!!

Date: 2011-12-19 10:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
Thank you very very much! :) glad you enjoyed it - there's going to be a LOT of AU, but I think (hope) the characters shine through true to themselves. :)

Yeah, the Master is going to be very, very sorry one of these days. He's come as close to degrading the Oncoming Storm as he's ever going to get.

Date: 2011-12-19 09:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweetevangeline.livejournal.com
Since there was something somewhere saying this was the first part of a series, I won't add my wailing to the general stockpile but without that note? Oh, there would be pleading. : )

P.S. I friended you. Forwardness quotient?
Edited Date: 2011-12-19 10:03 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-12-19 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
Oh, zero. I'm ridiculously shy and rarely friend someone first, but I'm always happy for a new friend!

It is indeed the first of a series. I've got notes for the second story and beyond, and as well a possible prequel...telling how they ended up where they ended up. :) We shall see what all shakes out by it's all done. :) Thanks for reading and glad you enjoyed!!!

Date: 2011-12-20 02:54 am (UTC)
ext_7885: Photo of Bitch,please Scarlet O'Hara (DW - Nine/Rose - 80's rockers - prchun)
From: [identity profile] scarlettgirl.livejournal.com
I just whipped through this and am in filled with awe and adoration. I loved this! You took the very essence of these characters and turned them into something new, yet achingly familiar. The storytelling is rock solid and I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for the next installment.

AU's are tricky and not everyone can pull it off. You not only did so, but did so with style and such a delicate touch that the reader can't help but fall under the story's spell. Well done!

Date: 2011-12-20 06:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
Wow - thank you very much!! What a lovely thing to say. I'm very happy you enjoyed the story, and I can say that I hope to be starting work on the first sequel within the next few days. Thanks very much again for taking the time to leave such a nice comment.

Date: 2011-12-20 02:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com
OMG...*blinks rapidly* OMG...can I live in your pocket and let my Musie catch the crumbs your Musie considers unworthy?! And is there any possible way (aside from finding and stealing the TARDIS) that I can possibly convince you to get a sequel to me faster?! Because THIS?! ALL! THE! AWARDS!!! OMG, I'd pay fifty damned dollars for a twenty dollar book by you - just to say it is fucking MINE.

I'm almost too blown away to finish my ReverseBang...and I'm sorely tempted to give up writing altogether and just bask in your awesomeness!!

*Sobs with Joy!*

*Clings*

Date: 2011-12-20 03:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
*clings back*

Thank you. :) That was just...wow...what a nice comment!!! I might have to print that one out and put it in my journal for the days when I get too hard on myself. :) (would that be every day? I think that would be every day)

I am working on a sequel, my dear. Hope it measures up to the love this story is getting lol...I'm sort of overwhelmed by the response to this one. :) Thank you again, for making not only my morning and my day, but also my week with your kind words. :) AND using that fabulous icon when you did lol!! I LOVE that thing!

Date: 2011-12-20 03:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com
YES. DO THIS. YOU MUST. If it will keep you writing and not doubting yourself, I say do it - NAO!

It most certainly will, I'm not the slightest bit fussed over that. It will be just as stellar and mind-blowing as this fiction has been...and if we can ever convince you to post to comms, you'd find this slew of comments just the tip of the Love-Fest Iceburg - and we'd all be able to say 'we knew you when'! *Grins*

I forgot you love that icon so much...so here - have the bigger version:



And some of this, too (for your awesome self as well as your ficcy!):



*Squishes you adoringly*

Date: 2011-12-20 03:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
Oh YAY!! It's even better BIGGER :D :D :D AND the applause - thankyou, thankyou. ;) ;)

(what comms?) <--I post to Time & Chips...also I posted to Then There's Us...are there more?

Date: 2011-12-20 03:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com
Indeed there are - and even I know only a handful of THOSE. Check out [livejournal.com profile] who_daily and see who/what they list as a member and any comms in their profile. They post about all who have posted fic (they've posted about yours, too!), info and contests and they should have quite a few listed! The most popular (that I can think of) for general all around Who-ficcy goodness is [livejournal.com profile] dw_fiction - marvelous archive and a fantastic place to get you fic out to a wider audience of all a manner of Whovians!

I'm glad you liked the GIF-ey goodness, bb! Makes me happy that I can bring a smile to your face!

*SNUGGLES*
Edited Date: 2011-12-20 03:40 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-12-20 04:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
I did it - found 2 new comms, one of them [livejournal.com profile] dwfiction and posted. So brave! Thanks for the push, darlin. :) *hugs*

Date: 2011-12-20 04:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com
Everyone is gonna go wild over this fic, bb!! I can just see it!!

*DANCES HAPPILY*

How can they NOT?!

*High-fives you and gives you a warm smish for your bravery!*

Date: 2011-12-23 05:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kelkat9.livejournal.com
Holy Moly - you cruel TL1! You ended it there!!! Brilliant job! This may be your best story yet!

Date: 2011-12-23 06:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
Well, you know my penchant for sadism... :) Don't worry, one of these days I'm going to get the sequel done...and finish ITH, and finish Unforgettable, and finish the ATWFD prequel, and all my prompts that I haven't finished yet, and all the bunnies I've written down in my journal, and all the crack stuff I want to do and....

help.

Date: 2011-12-23 07:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] falkenheart.livejournal.com
Oh my god! Excellent, This is awesome!

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