Can you reach the stars?

laura_luvage @ 2008-07-04T21:23:00

2008-07-04T22:27:30Z

Happy 4th July to any Americans on my flist!

Fic: Through All Of These Years

2008-06-25T20:29:00Z

First piece of fic I've posted in exactly two months, seems a lot less than that to me. Anywho it's also the first piece for my un_love_you claim.

Title: Through All Of These Years
Rating: U/PG?
Pairings or Characters: Claire Bennet, Adam Monroe, Unamed OCs
Warnings: Mild spoilers for Volumes 1&2
Word Count: 1083
Summary: Claire learns the hard way that settling down will always lead to heartbreak when you're gonna live forever.
A/N: This is a fic for the prompt Thought I Needed This at un_love_you

“ I thought I wanted this. I thought I needed this.”
“ You do. As many years as you live you always crave companionship. For someone to love you. Someone who will always stand by you. One day you’ll get used to it.”
“ I’ve just watched my youngest son be buried. And I have to pose as his young cousin. I don’t want to, I shouldn’t have to get used to it.”
“ With our gift we have to get used to a lot of things we don’t want too. It’s part of our existence.”

After a hundred years, only the important, the memorable moments ever remained in her memory. They the ones she could pull to the surface. Lunchtimes with Zach, family holidays, conversations with Peter about him blowing up and similar things were simply a distant blur.
She could remember Homecoming, meeting Nathan for the first time, choosing her Dad’s glasses while he told her she was adopted, Angela kidnapping her leaving her son to go nuclear, kissing West for the first time and how her mom had cried throughout the night after her dad had died for the first time.
She remembered her family. The day she married her husband. The birth of her son then the twins. She could remember their milestones. First word, first steps, first day of school. She could remember those clearly.
She remembered death far too clearly, more than any happy memory. Her mom, her dad, Nathan, Lyle, even Angela had gone and far too many to mention. Even those she had known that had defied death so many times could not defy old age. She even saw the death of her husband and all her children. As far as she knew Peter was still alive out they’re somewhere. Seeing him would just be all the more painful. A reminder of her life that had long since gone.

When she had met Adam she knew he had married ten times. He had, had children (not that he seemed to care where they had ended up). Unlike everyone else he hadn't congratulated on her engagement.
Don’t get yourself attached.
She had simply retorted with the ‘you can talk’ and hung up. She had no idea at the time how much she should’ve listened to him.

The hardest point was watching him grow old while she stayed a teenager. That had taken a lot of explaining, while he grew into a middle aged man, she still sometimes had trouble getting into clubs. A greying Mohinder had to explain it to him, to their children, why their mother would not only ever grow old but why she would outlive them all. Claire had been grateful none of her children had inherited her power, thankfully no powers at all.

“ You can’t say I didn’t tell you.”
“ You really do not have a heart.”
“ Somehow I do. Even if it’s beat is a little slow. It is 500 odd years old.”
“ I’ve just lost my husband and all you can do is…prattle!”
“ All I am saying is you should’ve paid heed to my warning.”
“ You married. Ten times if I recall.”
“ Exactly. I was trying to help you Claire. I was trying to stop you becoming as broken as I did.”
“ You’re not broken.”
“ You don’t know the half of it.”

When he hit sixty, she was getting tired of the gold digger jibes, just as he was with the trophy wife jibes. They moved as far away as possible, away from it all, leaving everyone behind. The children stayed in the city, her daughter didn’t even didn’t want to know her. Knowing that hurt her more than her whole body engulfed in flames.

He died at 81, peacefully in his sleep. She was glad for that. She wanted him to stay forever, but he had lived a good life, he had lived till a good age, he had a death that wouldn’t have been painful. But it hurt at the funeral; she couldn’t even acknowledge herself as his wife. He was buried next to her empty grave, which told the congregation she had died forty years previously. She was just a distant cousin to them, not his wife of sixty years. At the time she needed support most, only her youngest son acknowledged she was even there.

“ Some people won't choose the cure. They believe God has decided that they must suffer, they must perish.”
“ She’s an atheist.”
“ Then maybe she doesn’t want it.”
“ She’s dying.”
“ She doesn’t want to know you Claire. She’s inherited your stubborn streak, she will not give in.”

Her daughter dies only two years later of cancer.
She had tried to give her daughter the only cure. Her own blood. But as Adam had said, her daughter had inherited her mother’s stubborn streak and stoutly refused to have any blood transfusion. She never even heard about the funeral, apparently the grandchildren she had never known cremated her and scattered the ashes.

“ He didn’t believe I was his mother. The memory loss was so bad, he was convinced I had died seventy years ago. Even then two minutes later he couldn’t remember when his mother had died.”
“ I’m sorry.”
“ I don’t want to do this anymore. I can’t do. It hurts too much to settle down. To find love, to have a family. Because all I can do is watch it crumble.”
“ I tried to stop you. I really did.”
“ I was too stubborn. I wanted to prove you wrong. Completely failed at that didn’t I?”

She learned her eldest son was suffering with Alzheimer’s disease a month before he died. He had moved as far away as possible from her. With no Molly or Peter she had to find him on her own and that took her nearly ten years by which time it was far too late. She couldn’t cure him; he had been on Death Row for far too long.

Eight years later her youngest son died just like his father. The painless way of old age. He was lucky.

“ So you’ve got used to it? The dying. Losing everything. Losing everyone? I don’t want to wait another five hundred years to move on. For it to stop hurting. Have you stopped hurting?”
“ I’m used to it Claire. But it still hurts. And I think it always will.”

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Concrit is always welcomed and comments are love, thanks for reading.

Just watched tonight's episode (no spoilers)

2008-06-21T18:35:33Z

Oh my fucking god.

Ramblings

2008-05-29T22:34:28Z

First of all new shiny banner in place, thanks to the talented iluvbsbkevinwhich was made for me in saltandsaffron's request thread for reaching 100 members.

Posted the final batch of Heroes icons over @ interlude_icons.

On the subject of icons I claimed Peter Petrelli from Heroes over at tvcharacters100, and I'll be starting on that over the weekend hopefully if my computer works. Hopefully I'll also get round to posting a couple of Freema, Billie, Eve, Hayden and Ali icons with maybe a few others in the next few weeks. I intend to do another of the guys from my favourite shows but that probably wont be for another month at the most.

Also fingers crossed tomorrow I'll finally post one of the Jack/Martha fics for fanfic100, which I think I mentioned forever ago. It's typed up on my computer but I still need to go through it one last time and I really cant be arsed right now. I'm also in the process of deciding what to do exactly with my un_love_youAdam/Claire claim, if to do it as one whole story or in seperate one shots. Been writing snippets lately so I haven't really been leaving comments on people's entries so sorry about that.

Also been having major issues with my computer, not letting me get on the internet and crashing a lot so that's another reason I haven't been online loads, add on the fact that this is a shared computer and somehow everyone else get priority over me. Still hopefully I'm getting a laptop in a few weeks which will mean in theory I won't have as many issues with the computer. Although knowing my luck that wont be the case.

Martha Jones dwicons100 claim finished

2008-05-11T16:29:51Z

Posted here @ interlude_icons

laura_luvage @ 2008-05-10T18:07:00

2008-05-10T17:10:57Z

Happy Birthday to mischief89!

Adam/Claire un_love_you prompt table

2008-04-26T10:16:41Z

Adam/Claire - Heroes
Prompt table for un_love_you

01.	You were right about me.	02.	I was wrong about you.	03.	This cancels out the hurt.
04.	I need to want you.	05.	You can be like me.	06.	I want to need you.
07.	Prove it.	08.	I'm cruel.	09.	Always wondered what this'd be like.
10.	I'm broken.	11.	Thought I needed this.	12.	I'm drunk.
13.	I want to hurt you.	14.	I'm awake and you're breathing.	15.	This is my desperation in action.
16.	I want to break you.	17.	Wish I didn't love you.	18.	I pity you.
19.	This isn't about you at all.	20.	I hate you, you bitch.	21.	You'll do.
22.	I hate myself.	23.	You remind me of me.	24.	I want you to hate me.
25.	You remind me of someone.	26.	I can be like you.	27.	Author's Choice.
28.	Author's Choice.	29.	Author's Choice.	30.	Author's Choice.

Fic: Till Death Do Us Part

2008-04-25T17:40:45Z

Title: Till Death Do Us Part
Rating: U
Pairings or Characters: Adam Monroe
Warnings: Mild Spoilers up to the end of Volume 2 (2x11-Powerless) and the graphic novel The Ten Brides of Takezo Kensei
Word Count: 106
Summary: Adam contemplates how his marriages have failed, and the reason why.
A/N: This is a fic for the prompt Forever at heroes_contest

Adam Monroe has been married ten times.

He’s loved, lost and left.

Some of them he regrets.

Some he treasures.

Some of his wives he wishes were still here.

Others he’s glad are dead.

He knows one day he’ll stand at that altar again.

Another pretty girl whose caught his eye.

Perhaps he’ll love her.

Perhaps she’ll love him.

He knows his eleventh wife is out there.

Somewhere.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been.

It could be hours.

Days.

Weeks.

Months.

His marriages will never last forever.

He lives.

They die.

He can marry as many times as he wants.

But he’ll always be alone.

The Baftas - Sunday

2008-04-22T17:18:54Z

Milo Ventimiglia.

Somehow he is even more hotter in the flesh.

After standing for fiveish hours waiting for the first people to arrive was certainly worth it. I met so many people I liked it was unbelievable. I had mainly gone for Milo and Adrian Pasdar (Milo plays Peter Petrelli in Heroes, and Adrian plays his older brother Nathan) but was thrilled to meet most of the Life On Mars/Ashes to Ashes cast (it only registered to me today I met the Master. I'm such a geek), and quite a few others.

Milo and Adrian were easiest the most popular. The woman who does entertainment (can't remember her name for the life of me) from this Morning asked a load of people who they were waiting for and all of them said Milo and Adrian. And the volume of the screaming when they were spotted were huge (you can hear us if you watch the interviews with Milo and Adrian on Tube Talk on Digital Spy if you turn up the volume. They were both really nice.

And thanks to jomel10 and friends who kindly let us go to the front with them and if it hadnt been for them we wouldn't have got any of the autographs or photos we got as we (or at least I am) lacking in height. And also further thanks to the conversation that made the time go by extremely quickly.

I'll update this post later hopefully with photos and all the celebs we met.

Two old Freema interviews

2008-04-08T19:15:42Z

Two interviews from the beginning of last year's series of Doctor who from Bliss Magazine and Sugar Magazine.

Just a quick post...

2008-04-06T16:15:25Z

Happy Birthday to radiantbaby

Torchwood

2008-04-05T16:58:56Z

HUGE SPOILERS BELOW

Well that was depressing.

I mean Tosh and Owen? None of my non-lj friends hated either of them and few people on lj hate them. Both of them were the two best characters in the whole show. And they've killed off my favourite Torchwood ship.

Killing off Owen was just stupid as he had already been killed. And Tosh is just Tosh, poor girl always got the shit.

The plot altogether wasn't exactly fantastic. I didn't feel it flowed enough, like they wrote Tosh and Owen's dying scenes last then threw the rest in without much care.

In a way I still think maybe Gwen and Ianto should've been the two to die (ok most of Torchwood's fandom would've gone into meltdown at Ianto being dead) but as much as the majority of fans love Tosh and Owen, Gwen and Ianto would've had more of an impact on the characters in the show. Ianto on Jack obviously. And Gwen dying not only would you have Rhys but also PC Andy and could've been explored more in Series 3 (although Chris Chibnall is meant to be leaving so I can see maybe they didnt want to have carry that totally into the next series)

Partners in Crime better be good.

Sorry for the rantiness and that.

laura_luvage @ 2008-04-03T16:19:00

2008-04-03T15:22:33Z

Livejournal's being a bitch lately so sorry if I don't respond to comments or entrys, as not only my inbox is swallowing them up, I'm not getting any notfications either. Sorry!

Heroes Fic: Time After Time

2008-03-14T22:55:54Z

Title: Time After Time
Rating: U
Pairings or Characters: Adam Monroe
Warnings: Spoilers up to the end of Volume 2 (2x11-Powerless)
Word Count: 265
Summary: War happens constantly through history, it's got repetitive for Adam. Bit like life.
A/N: This is a fic for the prompt Mistake at heroes_contest

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Time after time.

Death after death.

War after war.

Nothing changed.

They, the human race, still make the same mistakes over and over.

Time after time.

The war to end all wars.

Adam had heard that so many times it was getting boring. War had lost it’s fun, there’s only so much you can see, so much you can enjoy. Even if you are slightly sadistic.

And the worst thing for Adam is he always chooses the losing side.

It’s always the wrong side that wins.

Thinking becomes ideas, ideas become opinions and opinions become war.

Always the same.

Time after time.

The same mistake over and over again.

It gets too repetitive. Just like life.

Over time Adam starts to think. (He knows how dangerous it is to think. He’s lived for 300 years seeing that thinking is what starts war.)

And that thinking becomes an idea.

Fast-forward to 1976, and that idea becomes an opinion in a board meeting in an office when he’s sitting opposite the father of his worst enemy.

They think he’s mad. Perhaps he is.

But the most important thing is from the moment he said those words he knew that he had started a war.

Except this one was the one to end all wars. The right side was going win. They, no he, was unstoppable.

But then Kaito Nakamura locked him away and threw away the key.

Thirty years pass and finally the chance comes.

This war will not be a mistake. The right side will win. And this will be the war to end all wars.

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Comments are love.

laura_luvage @ 2008-03-03T19:05:00

2008-03-03T19:16:37Z

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I decided to open a icon community so when I get back to my fanfic100 claim my journal doesn't get swamped.
If you want to become a member you can join here

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dwicons100: Martha Jones

2008-02-23T16:53:31Z

Subject: Martha Jones
Batch: 2
Themes: Music, Stars, Blood, Book, Handsome, Cuddle, Beauty, Beast, Never Forget, Want, Eye, Lips, Face, Shadow, Explore, One, Two, Three, Alien, Betrayal, War, Peace, Leader, Robot, Yell, Safe, Crazy, Confident, Awe, Time, Loss, Black and White, Tea, Toy, Run
Additional Notes: Please comment and credit. Don't Hotlink.

5 0 . T h e m e d

001 Adventure	002 Music	003 History	004 Stars	005 Words

006 Blood	007 Book	008 Handsome	009 Smile	010 Cuddle

011 Beauty	012 Beast	013 Never Forget	014 Want	015 Urgency

016 Wild	017 Eye	018 Lips	019 Face	020 Shadow

021 Explore	022 One	023 Two	024 Three	025 More

026 Alien	027 Betrayal	028 War	029 Peace	030 Leader

031 Robot	032 Yell	033 Trapped	034 Young	035 Old

036 Safe	037 Perilous	038 Sonic	039 Door	040 Crazy

041 Confident	042 Gobsmacked	043 Awe	044 Time	045 Loss

046 Black & White	047 Tea	048 Toy	049 Run	050 Relax

Please comment and credit if you take any.

Martha Jones dwicon100 Icons

2008-02-04T18:25:35Z

Subject: Martha Jones
Batch: 1
Themes: Adventure, History, Words, Smile, Urgency, Wild, More, Trapped, Young, Old, Perilous, Sonic, Door, Gobsmacked, Relax
Additional Notes: Please comment and credit. Don't Hotlink.

5 0 . T h e m e d

001 Adventure	002 Music	003 History	004 Stars	005 Words

006 Blood	007 Book	008 Handsome	009 Smile	010 Cuddle

011 Beauty	012 Beast	013 Never Forget	014 Want	015 Urgency

016 Wild	017 Eye	018 Lips	019 Face	020 Shadow

021 Explore	022 One	023 Two	024 Three	025 More

026 Alien	027 Betrayal	028 War	029 Peace	030 Leader

031 Robot	032 Yell	033 Trapped	034 Young	035 Old

036 Safe	037 Perilous	038 Sonic	039 Door	040 Crazy

041 Confident	042 Gobsmacked	043 Awe	044 Time	045 Loss

046 Black & White	047 Tea	048 Toy	049 Run	050 Relax

Please comment and credit if you take any.

Heroes Fic: Wrong

2008-01-30T18:40:33Z

Title: Wrong
Rating: PG 13
Pairings or Characters: Claire Bennet/Peter Petrelli
Warnings: Incest. Very vague spoilers for Volume 1
Word Count: 124
Summary: Claire knows it's wrong, but sometimes you cant help who you fall fall in love with.
A/N: I'm more of an AU Peter/Claire shipper but the idea struck me and fitted with the prompt. By no way am I endorsing incest just using the idea as the base for the fic. This is a fic for the prompt Right and Wrong for heroes_contest

Wrong

Maybe it’s wrong.

Everyone would say it was wrong.

And before all this she would’ve said it was wrong.

But as she felt his lips on hers, the burning and love, as she fell into his bed she damned her blood. She damned her parentage. She damned his. She damned fate.

Things could never be simple. For crying out loud she was going to live forever.

Her heart shouldn’t be beating every time he entered the room.

When she woke up each morning beside him, she could hear them in her mind, their disgust, and their disapproval. But as she gazed at the man beside her it made it all worth it.

Because it might’ve been wrong, but it felt so damn right.

Fic: Beginnings, Middles and Ends

2008-01-24T20:37:50Z

Title: Beginnings, Middles and Ends
Characters/Pairing: Martha Jones, Captain Jack Harkness, Jenny
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Last of the Time Lords, The Dalek Invasion of Earth
Summary: Martha and Jack's relationship is tested on one of their hardest challenges yet.
A/N: Three interlinking stories using the first three prompts of fanfic100(Beginnings, Middles, Ends)
And lets just say I suck at summaries ^^^ I'm not entirely keen on these so any concrit would be really helpful. Oh and these are in reverse order, so you may want to read the last one first then read backwards it's up too you.

Beginnings

“ 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!”

The echoing sound of Big Ben rang across London, the large crowd assembled cheered.

“ Y’know an old tradition is your meant to kiss someone when the clock strikes 12."

Jack looked down at Martha and grinned.

“ As if I need any tradition to do that.”

He kissed her squarely on her lips, only briefly but good enough for both of them. They had been working so hard; they had barely had anytime with one another anymore. As they broke apart Jack took Martha’s hand and the two of them started to make their way through the crowd, he leaned down then whispered in her ear.

“ New Year, New Home.”

“ Open your eyes.”

Martha opened her eyes and gasped. It was a house. A proper house, no damage, newly built. She hadn't seen a new proper house in nearly twenty years.

“ Is it really ours?”

“ Of course.”

She practically leapt at Jack, hugging him tightly.

“ Oh thank you! Thank you!”

He winked at her.

“ You can thank me later.”

She giggled, remembering the old days when Jack was like that every day; all this mess had put such a strain on their relationship. Changed them, all Martha really wanted was to go back how it had been. Suddenly, without any warning, Jack scooped her up in his arms; just like they were newlyweds he carried her over the threshold and into their new house. The two of them stood in their new living room. It was already furnished; Jack had hired a few people, glad to have some money, to do so earlier in the day. The walls were panelled with wood and a deep burgundy carpet across the floor. There was a simple black sofa, bookcase and TV.

“ It’s amazing. Oh my god we have a radiator!”

Martha ran over and ran her fingers across the radiator, feeling the warmth spreading through her fingertips.

“ And we got a curtains, and a proper TV!”

Laughing Jack took her hand and led into the small kitchen.

“ We have a fridge! Oh my god Jack we have our own fridge!”

“ You’re so cute when you’re like this.”

Normally Martha would’ve smacked him lightly on the arm, but she was too excited to even listen.

“ Oh my god we have taps!”

She ran over and turned them on, clear water flowed out.

“ We have running water! We actually have running water!”

She looked up at the ceiling.

“ Lights! We have electricity. All in one house. Oh this is amazing!”

She had only seen something at all like this at work, or other public places. Never in a house. At least a proper house, or one with less than ten people.

“ You haven’t seen upstairs yet.”

Jack picked her up again and carried her upstairs, into the bathroom.

“ We have our own toilet! We don’t have to share with other people! Oh and our own shower! And a bath too!”

“ You like it?

“ I bloody love it!”

“ Well we can test out the shower in the morning.”

He gave her another wink again, the man she had fallen so madly in lovely surfacing again. Taking his hand she followed him into the final room of the house, their bedroom.

“ Oh it’s lovely.”

It was simple, just a massive bed and a wardrobe but if felt like home. She sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to take everything all in.

“ Is this what you wanted?”

“ It’s more than I wanted.

“ Good.”

“ I just don’t know how I could ever thank you.”

She felt his hand on her thigh.

“ I think I could.”

She giggled then kissed him gently.

“ Welcome back Jack.

“ Never knew I was gone.”

“ What’s that?”

“ Doorbell, I’ll get it.”

She felt Jack get out of bed, opening her eyes she blearily saw Jack’s naked muscular figure disappear from sight as he left the room. She smiled to herself; only Jack would answer the door naked. Untangling herself from the sheets she picked up her clothes dotted around the room and pulled them on. One of them had to be modest. She padded downstairs and into the living room where she could hear voices. She had to double check at first, and then she heard his voice.

“ Hello.”

She ran over and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.

“Doctor! Oh I never thought I’d see you again!”

“ I wouldn’t miss the chance to see my favourite Doctor now would I?”

“ Took your bloody time though.”

“ Timelines and all that.”

“ Always the timelines isn’t it?”

“ Always.”

“ You’re just in time. We’re celebrating.”

“ Celebrating what?”

She pulled away from their embrace and took Jack’s hand. They both smiled at one another.

“ A new beginning.”

Middles

They hear of the attack after stopping off in Bristol. Food is scarce, the land ravaged by the Daleks, especially in Wales which is now cut off from the rest of the world. The two of them make regular trips across to give the hungry, food and the ill, medical attention. Neither of them has seen something so horrible nor people so desperate for such a long time.

They drive straight to London, having to abandon their truck for the last couple of miles to finish the journey on foot. The people of London are tired but still celebrating. In the crowds they find Jenny, once their young bubbly secretary was now one of Earth’s liberators, matured and stronger. She tells them of the adventures of the past few days, running over Daleks in a lorry, being sent to a labour camp, running across empty London, leaping out of a lorry just before it was blown up. She also tells them of the Doctor’s part, this version of him an old man travelling with his young granddaughter and two of her teachers as companions. The two of them rush to the docks, but are too late. The Doctor’s granddaughter arm in arm with one of Jenny’s resistance friends looking at a spot by the river forlornly, neither Jack nor Martha needing to know what stood there only moments before. After his granddaughter and friend disappear they find her TARDIS key. They take it to give it to the Doctor when they next see him. If they ever do.

Their London flat is still there just about, there’s no need for a key, and like every other place in London it’s been looted. All the other flats are empty, and looted of course like theirs. After clearing the rubbish the two of them go through the few personal things left, hidden underneath a floorboard for safekeeping.

There’s no water, no heat and no electricity. All that remains is their bed and a couple of books strewn across the floor. The block is empty; few have homes left to go to. Most of those whose homes are still standing are dead or searching for their lost loved ones.

It’s a freezing cold night and the two of them are cold, starving and thirsty. There on their last bottle of water, there’s no bed linen so they lay on their bed fully clothed, curled up against one another. Neither of them sleep, the memories of the past ten years of devastation is still too present. The whole of London is eerily silent, unlike the time they were here over ten years ago. It had once been a bustling hub of people, business and entertainment, now it was empty. Jack pressed a small kiss to Martha’s lips.

“ Happy Birthday Martha.”

She smiled.

“ You remembered.”

“ Course I did.”

“ I love you.”

Jack kissed her again.

“ And I will always love you, remember that ok?”

Martha nodded.

“ Tomorrow’s a new day.”

Jack nodded, draping his arm around her waist.

“ It’s gonna be ok. Trust me.”

“ I know. I’ve got you’ve by my side.”

Ends

“ Happy birthday Jenny!”

The Torchwood team raised their glasses in a toast and then knocked them back in one go.

“ Do you remember that party we had for your 175^th?” Martha asked Jack, as the others milled around and struck up their own conversations.

“ That was a hell of a good night. Pity you didn’t do anything like that for my 200^th.”

“ To be fair we were being held on a prison ship in the Sirius Star System. Was a bit hard to hold a party. And anyway I did make it up to you later.”

Jack grinned at the memory.

“ Yeah. You really did.”

Martha kissed him lightly on the lips.

“ Well I’ll be glad to do it all again.”

Jack’s hand snaked down her back.

“ Is that a promise?”

Before Martha could reply, one of the phones began to ring. Sighing she put down her glass.

“ One moment, I’ll get it.”

Separating herself from the little gathering, Martha went into Jack’s office and picked up the phone.

“ Hello Dr Martha Jones of Torchwood speaking.”

“ This is Helena Jenkins speaking from UNIT, we’re getting rather strange readings from our scanners. Can you just check yours?”

“ Of course, one moment.”

Martha crossed over to their main scanner and checked it over.

“ Nothing’s screaming out to me. Where should I be looking?”

“ The surface. We're detecting something from space. Strange readings of something entering the Earth’s atmosphere.”

“ I’ll just check.”

She tapped the screen, looking out for anything suspicious.

“ Hang on a moment, there’s a dark spot just above East America. Our scanners are refusing to read it. That’s strange.”

She scrolled east, towards Europe.

“ And there’s several across us and Europe.”

She couldn’t believe this, the scanners hadn't give any warnings. Normally they would’ve been alerted by now.

“ Look I’ll have to call you back. I need to see if I can hack into the system and actually find out what these are.”

She killed the call and opened the system panel.

“ What’s wrong honey?” Jack asked coming over, his glass still in his hand.

“ We’re getting strange readings. So are UNIT. I’m wondering if it’s anything to do with the level of Carbon Dioxide rising dramatically over the past couple of years or so.”

“ Could be I suppose. Can you remember anything major happening in this century?”

“ The year 2157. Nothing comes to mind. The Doctor mentioned a few things but none really specific dates, he said they were later on.”

“ Strange… Hang on a moment, they’re changing.”

Martha looked up at the screen.

“ That’s strange. There coming through the atmosphere.”

Jack fiddled with his wristwatch, then his expression turned to complete horror.

“ Code 1649!”

The party immediately dispersed as the team went back to their work.

“ We got a meteor heading for us?” Martha asked grabbing the phone to ring up UNIT.

“ We’ve got more than one.”

“ How many?”

“ Dozens. Perhaps even hundreds.”

“ We’ve got to call the Doctor. Now.”

“ No. This is it Martha. This is the Dalek Invasion of Earth.”

“ There’s nothing we can do.”

The team were sitting watching the news, announcing the oncoming meteorites. From the scanners, they were a few minutes from impact. Jack had explained to his team that people were killed, but not all. The survivors were separated from the rest of the world, became little communities. Then six months after the meteorites came the Daleks. Suddenly the television flickered then died and the team faced their leader. Jack nodded at them all.

“ Well done and good luck.”

The team gave him a salute, then the whole hub shook, Martha glanced at the scanner, still working just.

“ That was Africa.”

The team dispersed calmly, crouching in the safest places, waiting. Martha and Jack huddled in the doorway of Jack’s office, holding each other.

“We’ll be fine. We always are.”

“ Well lets hope so.”

There was a rumbling sound from above and then black.

“ Are you alright?”

Martha glanced at Jenny, who was sitting amongst the debris, her broken arm in a sling.

“ Fine Jenny. Just a little shaken that’s all.”

Jack was sitting in his office, trying to contact, someone, anyone. Martha knew all connections were down. It was likely that most of the UNIT London base has been destroyed, the Hub’s infrastructure had survived easily as it was underground, but the impact had been so bad most of it was in ruins. Broken glass, rubble and bits of metal were strewn over the floor. She wouldn’t admit it to anyone but she was scared. She was shit scared.

“ Martha you’re bleeding. You need to get cleaned up.”

She could feel the cold liquid trickling down her cheek and dripping onto her shoulder.

“ I will in a minute, I just need to help Jack first.”

Jenny didn’t argue, being the receptionist it wasn’t her place.

“ I’m gonna go and see how the others are doing.”

She got up and disappeared through the cog wheel that led to the staircase which was currently blocked. Martha made her way through the debris over to Jack’s office. He didn’t look up, his head in hands.

“ Nothing. Line’s dead. We cant reach anyone.”

“ Maybe we can use my phone. There might be someone way to connect or…”

“ No Martha. All signals are being blocked, even the one on your phone.”

“ There must be something, anything we can do. The others are trying to reach the surface. We’ll be alright. Like you said we always are. It’s ok.”

“ People are dead Martha! It’s not ok! 6 billion people are gonna have to live in hell for god knows how long! That’s nearly a quarter of the population gone! Dead!”

“ It’s not my fault Jack! If you had let me call the Doctor!”

“ You cannot change the timeline Martha! You would rip the fabric of time apart!”

“ If we had called him, we could’ve got away. Returned once this was all over!”

“ Stop being so selfish! This isnt about you!”

“ Me, being selfish? Do you have any idea what it was like to walk the earth that year? To see everything you knew, everything loved, everything you ever knew existed to be destroyed in front of you? To not know if you’re friends were alive? What was happening to your family? To not know how much longer you would survive for?”

Jack didn’t reply.

“ I didn’t think so. While I was having to walk over the ground where people’s lives were taken from them, for me to see it, my whole body aching, wishing I could cry, wishing I could scream, wishing I could give up. You weren't there! You heard it, you saw it perhaps but you didn’t live it!”

“ I know what you went through Martha.” He whispered.

“ No you don’t! That’s the point! If you did you’d understand why I want to get away! Everyday I felt like taking off that retched perception filter and standing in front of a Toclafane. I’d see children lying in the gutter, clutching smiling toys, there throats cut by the Toclafane blade.”

“ I don’t want to argue Martha.”

“ Neither do I. But you need to understand Jack, I cant keep all of this bottled up inside. When have we ever talked about it? Properly?”

“ Never.”

“ Exactly. Jack I love you. I love you more than anything, anyone in the universe. But I need you to understand. I can deal with all the stuff that happens to us everyday but I find it hard with stuff like this. Any ordinary person would try and get away, and maybe it’s selfish for me to want to get away but it’s human nature.”

There was a long pause, then Jack stood up.

“ Come here.”

The two of them hugged and Jack pressed a kiss to the crown of Martha’s head.

“Anything you want to talk to me about, we’ll talk about. We’ll get through this. I promise. Together.”

Martha looked at him with a small smile. She poked him gently on the shoulder.

“ That’s a promise Captain. One you better keep.”

“ I will. Now come on, we better go and make sure them lot haven’t gone and created World War Five out there.”

Martha smiled.

“ World War Seven you mean. Logically.”

“ Come on there’s people to help. And we need to stop World War Seven.”

Martha kissed him.

“ I love you.”

“ I love you too.”

The two of them linked arms and walked out of the main Hub, ready to face the devastation of the outside world. Six months later the Daleks came, then the real devastation came.

Fic: Home (Heroes)

2008-01-18T22:12:22Z

Title: Home
Rating: U
Pairings or Characters: Peter Petrelli, Adam Monroe (others mentioned)
Warnings: Spoilers from series 1 and vague for series 2
Word Count: 499
Summary: It felt so familiar but so alien at the same time. This was where he had spent the past four years of his life. This was home.
A/N: First proper Heroes fic. Constructive Criticism is very welcome. For heroes_contestchallenge 1# Return

Home

The musty smell of the flat hit him first; after all disappearing for four months plus whatever time he had spent at the Petrelli mansion and other places probably hadn't helped. The place was a tip, papers and other rubbish over the floor, the last time he had been here he was in such a hurry. Save the Cheerleader, save the World. Here he was the best part of six months later still trying, but so far only nearly destroying it.

“ Are you alright Peter?”

“ Fine.”

It felt so familiar but so alien at the same time. This was where he had spent the past four years of his life. This was home.

Home.

Was this really home though? He didn’t feel like he had a home anymore. He slept and he ate here, held the odd party but now he had returned this didn’t feel like home, he had been working usually before all this hero business. Perhaps it was because he hadn't been here so long but even thenhad it ever been home really? Just fragments of a past he had only just started remembering again. Photos of a childhood that felt just fake now, all the happy times burnt to a cinder in his memory. He sifted through the papers littering the floor. Letters, memos, medical notes, bills and other mail. He noticed an envelope he had never seen before lying on his desk. Opening it he poured out the contents. Photographs.

“ Whose that?”

He glanced at Adam who now stood beside him then back at the smiling blonde in the photo on top of the pile.

“ My niece. Claire.”

“ She’s pretty.”

Peter smiled fondly at the photo, her smile could cheer anyone up, even Nathan and he was really sour when he wanted to be.

“ Even when most people would look awful she still managed to look beautiful. The night I first met her, she ended up smeared in blood. It was strange there was a cheerleader from Texas covered in blood and I discover a couple of weeks later she’s my niece.”

“ She was the cheerleader? Save the Cheerleader, save the world?”

“ Yeah.”

How could’ve he forgot her? Ever? After everything surely she should've stayed in his memory? She had been the one who had believed in him. The one that had made him what he was. She had called him her hero.

“ You better sort through your fridge. It’s all out of date.”

He glanced over his shoulder and saw Adam rooting through his fridge, obviously bored quickly of Peter's time looking at the photos.

“ Yeah. Once this is all done maybe.”

Adam sat down on the sofa, opening a beer.

“ Welcome home Peter. It might be the last time you see it.”

He spread out the photos over his desk, all the people he loved. Nathan, Ma, Claire, everyone…never seeing this all again would be worth it. Just to save them.