justforspite: (Cate- Solitude)
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Don’t Drink the Kool-Aid
The End is the Beginning 'Verse

Chapter Six [2,000 words]

“1938 Hickory Lane,” The Doctor announced, looking over to Clark and Martha. Even though the journey from the Pree ship to Earth only took a few moments, within the Tardis it felt like far more time had passed. He’d only managed to get the address from Clark before the young man withdrew into a quiet shell. Nothing more had been said. The Doctor painfully understood all that Clark had been through and he knew much better than to push, even if the young man across from him existed as the greatest secret of the universe. Still, he wouldn’t push though that meant gnawing off his own arm to stave off his curiosity.

“Need help?” Martha quietly asked, extending her arm to him. Shaking his head, Clark rose on weak legs.

Absently murmuring a, “Thank you,” he walked past her, his eyes not taking anything in. He drifted past The Doctor, tightening his hold on the fabric shrouding him. Opening the door, the light of a beautiful spring day flooded the interior of the ship. Stepping out and into the wall of brilliant white light, Clark exited the Tardis.
don't drink the kool-aid . . . )

justforspite: (Cate- Solitude)
Chapter One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six

Don’t Drink the Kool-Aid
The End is the Beginning 'Verse

Chapter Five [3,000 words]

If he could think then, he would have thought about everything, anything; even the bad memories would have been a comfort. Something from his past would have reminded him that yes he’d once been alive and yes there were people, somewhere, that cared about him. But he couldn’t think past the rapid beating of his dying heart. He couldn’t breathe as his lungs tried and tried but nothing stayed inside, nothing filled him. The once constant and even temperature of his skin, like a barrier, broke and was now low and icy like the dark expanse of space. If he could think he would have seen the irony inherent in the fact that he’d just been abducted by aliens.

He would have smiled at that. Instead he screamed. The fifty-seventh row of needles shifted in from the smooth table. The ends pierced the center of his back and drew in what it could—anything from bone, organs, veins . . . anything the fine metal points pierced were drawn down into the clear tubing. Intravenous catheters pushed salt water and sugar into him from his restrained arms, flushing everything out like embalming on a morticians table.

He was being drained dry. They stood over him in a tall, looming circle. Quiet, silent. Feeding.

They were vampires.
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don't drink the kool-aid . . . )

justforspite: (Alexis- Soul Eater)
Chapter One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six

Don’t Drink the Kool-Aid
The End is the Beginning 'Verse

Chapter Four [2,000 words]

“The Time Lord and his companions have escaped!” The Pree shouted to the head security officer from behind the soldered entry way, the communicator woven into his robes.

“How escaped?” Came the reply from several levels above. The officer moved to the bio scanner when it clicked out. “He is in the database.”

“We are trapped in the cellblock,” The Pree said, his hand hovering over the hot metal.

“How trapped?” The security officer asked, quickly moving to the teleport controls.

“One of the companions. He exhibits . . . unique strength.”

The security officer paused at this, “Unique?”
---don't drink the kool-aid . . . )

justforspite: (Alexis- Soul Eater)
Chapter One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six

Don’t Drink the Kool-Aid
The End is the Beginning 'Verse

Chapter Three [1,700 words]

Coffee would have been nice. Tea, probably better. Maybe a banana-nut muffin? And American scones had always intrigued him. Brunch taken in and all the while conversing with a living, breathing, temporal anomaly. Would have been great times.

With Clark and Martha hand in hand and exiting through the hole in his ship, The Doctor pressed a few buttons and activated a few controls that knitted the Tardis back into fine shape within moments. Shutting everything down again, he grabbed his coat and headed out into the cornfield only to feel a familiar sinking feeling in his gut as his molecules broke apart and were sent hundreds of thousands of miles above the Earth’s orbit.

That, he would have told Martha, was teleportation.
don't drink the kool-aid . . . )

justforspite: (Reese- Funnelneck)
Chapter One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six

Don’t Drink the Kool-Aid
The End is the Beginning 'Verse

Chapter Two [1,300 words]

“The door . . .” The Doctor said, his words soft and disbelieving. Sheer astonishment was perhaps the only way to really define it.

Keeping his eyes on them both, resisting the urge to look around more at the interior of the ship, Clark carefully entered, having made sure (consequent of removing the door) that the vessel wasn’t take-off worthy. “Who are you?” He demanded, having heard the passing conversation from just beyond the broken door completely petrified.

“My door—”

Martha elbowed him in the ribs, her eyes wide, “Perspective,” she seethed.

“Trying,” he said, trying to flush the surprise from his system. “Trying hard. Alright,” he nodded, brushing off the fear and shock. He looked over to the young man and said, “Um . . . hello.”
don't drink the kool-aid . . . )

justforspite: (Gesmar- Barbette)
Chapter One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six

Don’t Drink the Kool-Aid
The End is the Beginning 'Verse

Ten, Martha, Clark
pg-13/r for violence
Post season 3 Doctor Who
Mid Season 7 Smallville

A/N: okay, so I'm bad. I couldn't wait. Here's chapter one XD

Chapter One [1,500 words]

He’d promised her a party. “It’s a cornfield,” she observed, pretty sure something had gone wrong. As always. Stepping out of the Tardis she had rather expected New Year’s Eve in the Paris of the 57th century [Nouveau Nouveau Paris] and instead she got corn. Quite a bit of corn. The sun was shining and it was very warm for the end of December. She sighed, very loudly as he exited into the cornfield behind her.

Looking around, a bit confused he said, “Weeeellll.” The word was stretched out and elongated in the familiar way his words were prone to do when something completely unexpected occurred in their travels. All in all, Martha Jones was quite used to the word Weeeellll and likewise, the word Aaahhhh, and of course, the staple of most conversations, Riiiiigggghht.

Her shoulders slumped, “Are we in the 57th century?”

He slipped on his glasses and hummed, “Aaahhhh—”
don't drink the kool-aid . . . )

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