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What If...? V // Alive!Luke Patterson

Summary: 1995 was Sunset Curve’s big break in the music world with a successful future. Between 1995-2004 a handful of things happen: Playing the Orpheum, the band buying a house, a car accident, a reconciliation, an engagement, a wedding and children. All things that potentially may have not happened had the boys continued to eating sketchy hot dogs from a car.

Warnings: Swearing, pregnancy, labour, minor angst and a bunch of fluff.

Words: 3.1k

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A/N: Wow. The last part in the What If…? Mini series is here. This was incredibly fun to write and while I wrote the last two parts I played a few covers and rewrites of Unsaid Emily. This is the first finished series. I’ll also let everyone know that there will be a part three for Lost Time.

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Hospital Maternity Room #284, 1999

“Have a child, they said. Pregnancy is a beautiful thing they said. I can confirm that asshole that said that had a dick.” You hissed from the hospital bed. A contraction contracting your midsection.

Nancy Y/L/N and Emily Patterson took up residence in the chairs on either side of Y/N Patterson in the afternoon of 1999. Nancy had been using the previous months making a scrapbook for the baby; the first bit with copies of photos from Luke and your baby stages. The rest would be the first year of your baby’s life.

“Would you like some ice chips?” Emily asked focused on knitting the baby hat for her impending grandchild.

Mitch and Lance each had made themselves scarce from the hospital in favour of working leaving the women alone.

“I’d like your son to be here to kick his ass.” Your eye twitched at the thought of your husband currently on an airplane. Sunset Curve had gone on a three-day interview marathon to the dislike of your friends and family.

Sunset Curve really needs to fire their manager with little respect for his charges’ lives. Especially the lead singer’s first child. Luke had no clue you had gone into labour.

 “Your father had words with Jerry for his meddling.” Nancy told her daughter glancing up at the strained smile through another contraction, “I’m sure Jerry thought the controversy of Luke not making the birth would be perfect for publicity.”

“I swear I will strangle Jerry if Luke isn’t here. I will pulverize the son of a bitch.” You hissed relaxing against the white sheets in the private suite. The mothers had been constants in the room while Rose, the pianist from the wedding, had visited briefly.

 Rose and the photographer Ray had hit it off so well they had entered a relationship that then blossomed a friendship with you. The couple had become dear friends in the last few months.

 “Okay Y/N, we’re gonna check your progress.” The doctor spoke swiftly tugging the disposable medical gloves on his hands. Two nurses worked with him. Your eyes pinned to the ceiling during the short examination.

“We’ve hit ten centimetres.” The doctor announced pushing the wheeled stool away to study your expressions, “Do you have your partner here?”

The tears built up as it settled that Luke might miss the birth of his first child when he had been so excited about it. He had bought and read more pregnancy books than you he had been talking with his father on how he could support you. He took classes with his mom on how to change a diaper, check the temperature of the bottle and methods for colic and diaper rashes.

Overwhelmed the feeling of two pairs of hands comforted you with the reminder that while Luke wasn’t there, you still had support. The baby would be born with both his grandmothers in the room. It was as best as it could be.

In a fast pace, you then found yourself with your legs in the stirrups with a stranger, albeit a doctor, staring at your vagina. It was uncomfortable, but it faded when the pain really began.

“Okay I want you to push from 1-10.” The doctor soothed, “Good job.”

“You’re doing so well, darling,” Nancy told you, leading Emily to open her mouth. Unfortunately, she didn’t get the chance.

 “I’m here!” Luke exclaimed rushing into the room, “Your dad was-“

Why was it unfortunate that Emily didn’t speak? Well, Luke unprepared caught sight of your exposed lower half. He promptly fainted with a thud to the floor.

“Are you serious?!” You yelled glaring at the puddle of your husband out cold with one of the nurses waving a package under his nose.

The smelling salt pack under Luke’s nose, bringing him back to consciousness, “Oh, boy. I fainted.”

“It happens more often than you would think.” The nurse told the young man while you focused on another push.

By the time the contraction ended, Luke had taken his mother’s place in holding your hand with encouraging words dripping off his tongue.

“This is the only child we’re having.” You hissed at the musician who continued to pale with a perfect view of the birthing in a reflection, “If you faint again I will…ARG”

A beautiful cry filled the room to the relief of baby Patterson’s parents bringing both of them to cry as well. Baby Patterson was scooped away to the corner of the room for a checkup and weight while the doctor inspected you. Time felt unreal as it passed quickly.

Baby Patterson was wiped clean as you delivered the placenta, got cleaned up with a sheet change and began to rest. Baby hairs plastered against your forehead you cooed at the swaddled form of your baby.

“So beautiful.” Luke whispered, unaware of his mother taking pictures with the lessons Ray had given her. The baby’s mouth opened with a gurgle that caused your heart to grow, “I’ll go let the boys know.”

Mesmerized by the baby, Luke made his way to the family waiting room on the maternity ward where it was packed. Opening the door, he counted Reggie, Bobby, Alex, Alex’s boyfriend Willie, your father Lance and Luke’s father. In the corner, Rose and Ray huddled together.

“Well?” Alex anxiously questioned picking at his cuticles, anxious for any news. His blue eyes begging his best friend for answers.

“Y/N is doing fine. The birth was smooth, and baby Patterson is healthy.” Luke proudly announced, placing his hands on the hem of his purple long sleeve shirt.

The room went silent before Mitch spoke, “So, do I have a granddaughter or a grandson?”

From the moment she was born, Stevie Eleanor Patterson had her father tied around her finger with her daddy’s matching hazel gaze. Lips like yours and a nose still unsure of but the nine-month-old was absolutely gorgeous with her short brown hair already curling. Of course, you could be biased as she was all yours.

Stevie wouldn’t settle without rock music of her father singing songs, but she did sleep through the night since day one. That didn’t mean she’d continue to sleep through the night, regression of sleep was tale your mother told about you as a baby.

“Hello sweet baby girl.” You whispered gently rocking the baby back to sleep mesmerized by the perfect combination of you and Luke, “So sleepy from feeding hmm?”

Stevie was heavy with the only complication being the minor tongue tie that was resolved increasing her feed. Stevie had such an appetite you had to compensate with formula to a degree, and you were sure the appetite was all Luke.

“Hey sweetheart.” Luke murmured from the door of Stevie’s bedroom wearing his Rush cutoff shirt and his staple black jeans.

The now twenty-year-old man had transitioned smoothly into fatherhood with the support of his best friends and family. Emily and Nancy had alternated staying in the guest room to help in the first month; the birth had been easy, but recovery had been at a near standstill.

“Hey!” You spoke as Stevie reacted to Luke’s voice, “I thought you said you would be late?”

Luke’s lips turned up at your words, “It looked that way, but Tom sent us home. God, I wish we had him from the first instead of Jerry.”

Both noses of the couple scrunched at the insensitive former manager that had both hit on you and insulted you when started showing with the pregnancy. The minute they could the band fired the man and found a saviour in Tom. Tom had left his previous employment with some magician with a name like Conner or something. The magician was narcissistic truthfully and had a slight obsession with the occult and death.

“Perfect. I need a shower.” You sighed shuffling Stevie into Luke’s warm embrace staring at the daddy-daughter duo.

“Have a bath. Relax babe. I got it.” Luke cooed, staring at his baby daughter’s bright gaze and dimpled smile.

Luke couldn’t believe how blessed he had been in falling in love with someone like you and receiving a gift. The gift being a father to the most beautiful angel in the world with the name Stevie.

“Love you!” You called over hastily make a flee for the master bathroom with the large tub before Stevie objected.

How lucky were you to have a husband like Luke?

Malibu, Patterson home, 2004

Luke, Reggie, Bobby and Alex, better known as Sunset Curve, had become legendary in the music world after their 1995 headliner debut at the Orpheum. In the nine years since the esteemed performance Sunset Curve had released two studio albums and toured four times. With the good times came the bad times as well.

Bobby Willis had decided he wanted to pursue a solo career creating a cavern between all four boys. He would change his name to Trevor Wilson at the suggestion of his label. He had little traction with his songs.

“Daddy!” Squealed, the three old little brunette girl ran through the modest-sized mansion to the man at the door, “I missed you!”

Luke, having memorized the routine, had already left his bag on the ground as his five-year-old daughter launched herself into his arms. Stevie had kept the hazel eyes with the chocolate coloured wavy hair. You could see yourself with her nose, chin, mouth and ears, but the rest is all Luke.

“Bug, you saw Daddy this morning.” You spoke, bringing Luke’s attention to the woman leaning against the wall. Luke’s heart fluttered, taking in the vision of his wife, who inspired so many songs.

Luke’s lips separated to reveal that perfect smile that stilled made your stomach flutter as it had since you were both fifteen. His hazel eyes glanced from your face to the one-year-old on your hip with his eyes closed. Little lips opened with quiet snores.

Hudson Jude was born in December of 2002 thankfully while Sunset Curve was on a break allowing Luke to be there. Hud was a near replica of you with the same eyes as his older sister and father. His infectious personality mimicking his uncle Reggie.

Mitch and Emily’s House May 2002

Last night had been incredible to Luke Patterson as Sunset Curve stood on the stadium stage as the sold-out crowd cheered as the song came to an end. ‘Now or Never’ had a special spot in the band’s hearts as they believed it had been the spark of interest from record execs back in ’95. Luke’s blue electric hung behind him as his best friends, his brothers, came to the edge with him. Grins splitting their faces the four boys grabbed hands and bowed to the audience.

“Thank you so much for coming out!” Luke’s voice reached every corner of the stadium drinking in the cheering and the signs in the crowd. And it felt like just yesterday they played the Orpheum before they hit it big.

The screams growing as Reggie’s winked in the direction of a group of girls, but Luke’s drifted to the VIP section. You stood with Stevie wearing the special headphones to protect her hearing. Her tiny hands clapping as her eyes wandered the large number of people.

The next morning, right now, he was in the living room with his parents, in-laws, his wife and daughter. So much had changed for the vocalist from fleeing this very house to returning to make amends. Now he watched his daughter playing with the toys Emily had found in the attic from Luke’s childhood.

“Hey I got you a gift.” You whispered to the man leaning against your legs on the floor. You sat seated on the couch while the other adults spoke.

“A gift? What for?” Luke questioned leaning to rest his head on your lap. His eyes found the little box you had hidden behind a pillow.

It was small and unassuming to the group in the living room. Luke’s fingers pulled the bow apart before the lid came off. Nestled in the velvet five guitars were. Taking one, Luke read the engraving.

“New Sunset Curve member: Coming December 2002.” Luke whispered blinking as he flipped it to see, “Daddy’s new music buddy.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, “The other ones are for the boys. The back has their names on it.”

 “We’re having another baby?” Luke softly asked, turning to face you completely. His eyes wonder-filled at the news, “Oh my gosh!”

“I know. I’m about two months pregnant at this point.” You murmured back cupping his cheeks with the stubble he hadn’t shaved yet. Tears filling both his and your eyes, “With how busy the tour was I lost track of my periods.”

“Oh my gosh. Can I tell them?” Luke pleaded on his knees, bringing the attention of both your parents. Stevie was still so enthralled by her toys she didn’t catch any words..

“Go ahead.” You smiled at the excited man. Facing the other side of the room, Luke nestled into your side on the couch..

Hand pressing on your flat tummy he grinned, “Stevie’s gonna be a big sister.”

Luke was so excited when his second child was born, he was thrilled at having a son; he would have been just as excited for a girl. He had a son and a daughter he loved with everything in him. He collaborated with Lance on a song for his own children just as Lance had.

“Hi Hud,” Luke spoke, stepping close to kiss his son’s sleeping head nestled in your neck, “How’s my gorgeous wife today.”

“Tired. Hud is breaking a new tooth, but Stevie’s been better today. She missed her uncle Alex.” You spoke, looking at your little girl.

 Stevie had become Alex’s shadow with the man even buying her a toy drumset for her fifth birthday. Alex and Willie had been away the past two weeks for a honeymoon; they legally couldn’t marry, but that didn’t stop them from having a dedication ceremony. The minute the law changed, you had no doubt Willie and Alex would find their way to a courthouse.

“We all miss Alex.” Luke sighed, “I hope he finds beach sand for the next year, there’s only so much I can take of Reggie. Bobby, Trevor came to the studio today. His sales have dropped, and his label dropped him.”

“He wants to come back?”

“To be fair he never really left the band. He went solo.” Luke admitted, “It’s hard to trust him after he took ‘Get Lost’ from us. At least he didn’t take ‘My Name is Luke’ from us.”

Your hand pushed up the hair hanging in his eyes below the orange beanie that had been a staple outfit piece for years now. Fronts pushed together, Luke kissed you for the first time today other than the quick peck as he left this morning. Hudson had a lousy sleep that left Luke staying up most the night with him.

“At the end of the day, it comes down to Reggie, Alex and you to make that decision. He’s never been a bad person, but maybe he felt like he wasn’t important. How many songs did he write?” You questioned your husband tentatively speaking to not spark his passionate anger.

You saw the annoyance in the crinkle of his nose and his eyebrows almost touching, but it didn’t take from the love in his eyes. With a sigh, he shifted Hudson to his embrace, tugging you to the spacious living room.

“If you look at it outside the band you have Stevie, Hudson and me. You have a family. Alex and Willie are connected at the hip. Reggie is with the band, volunteering at the kids centre, or with Ray.” It seemed it shifted something in Luke. His shoulders relaxed.

“The last few years have been pretty hectic.” Luke admitted watching as Stevie danced to the rock playing on the radio. Her little arms moving as if she was drumming.

Hudson shifted on Luke’s lap as you nestled into his side, watching the little loves you created with soft expressions. Stevie’s bright grin lighting up the room better than the natural light from the windows. The innocence she carried deep in her soul it felt like everything clicked into place.

“Daddy! Watch me!” Stevie giggled jumping as the song changed to Bittersweet by her grandfather Lance. The same song that played in the car accident back in ’96 that had a new meaning with having your own children.

It took a long time before Lance was able to pick up the guitar and perform; his lingering pain in his arm the cause. It took a few surgeries and physiotherapy along with relearning how to play before he performed Bittersweet. Lance performed for the first time live in your hospital room to his first grandchild.

“Whoo Stevie!” Reggie called from the front of the house. Behind him, Alex and Willie joined the same family.

“UNCLE ALEX!” Stevie shouted sprinting towards the tall blonde already crouching for the little girl.

The bond between Stevie and Alex was by far the cutest thing you had ever seen with how Stevie looked up at him. Alex would be the first to suggest tea parties and painting each other’s nails with newspaper for any spills. There wasn’t a better role model for Stevie to love. The bond was reminiscent of Uncle Jesse and Michelle from Full House.

“Ellie!” Alex shouted back swinging the little girl in his hug calling his unique nickname for her. He had taken to shortening her middle name; he really didn’t like when anyone else said it.

Peering over the pink sweater Stevie caught sight of Willie in the door, “Ready Uncle Alex?”

 At Alex’s confusion, Stevie wandered over to the skater smiling at the sight of his partner with the little girl. Willie’s brow furrowed as the girl came over to him uncharacteristically.

“Hi.” Stevie spoke, playing with her little fingers, “How was your trip, Uncle Willie?”

A small gasp from both Willie and Alex at the new title given that Stevie was shy with the skater. Stevie had been very excited for her uncle to come back from the honeymoon so she could surprise them.

“What?”

“You married Uncle Alex. That means you’re my uncle now too. Can I call you that?” Stevie’s brows furrowed concentrating on the man with tears in his eyes. The room was silent at Willie collected himself.

“I’d love that Squirt.” Willie choked out when her little arms wrapped around his shoulders, “Learn any new tricks on the drums?”

“Not really! But I lost a tooth!” Stevie excitedly spoke dancing on the balls of her little feet in the kid-sized black vans.

“Oh! Ray wanted me to pass on that he and Rose are pregnant! Baby is a girl due next year.” Reggie gasped, remembering the announcement from lunch at the Molina house, “Ray’s pretty sure they’ll name her Julie.”

The little Patterson girl eagerly informed her uncles on everything that had happened since the dedication ceremony with Willie and Alex. Even the twenty-four hours since she saw Uncle Reggie before breaking out into the dance moves from her dance classes. Hudson now toddling after his older sister with a smile on his little face.

A twist of expressions appeased on the members of Sunset Curve at the same time spoke together. All thinking of a distant vision of a Puerto Rican girl with a blurry face and gorgeous voice.

“Julie Molina? I feel like I know that name?”

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Forgotten Vows Friday: Forgetting You Chapter 5 -- Director’s Cut Edition

NOBODY PANIC I’M NOT ABANDONING EVERYTHING TO GO ON A WILD EDITING SPREE AGAIN. This is simply the addition of a single scene to Chapter 5 of “Forgetting You.” So why am I going back and sticking new scenes into an old story again?

Well, you can blame my new fan/buddy MartyrFan, an Iced Tea (Alice/Jack Frost from Rise of the Guardians) fan who recently got into my Valice stuff and started binge-reading a lot of the Forgotten Vows Verse. He recently wrote a slew of reviews for “Forgetting You,” and one of them contained this quote:

It's a little late for me to be asking about this, but what about Hysteria? Alice uses it for the first time after the first memory of the fire. I think that being to do THAT was definitely worth writing about, no offense. 

Seeing that made me remember something -- I actually HAD written a scene showing off Alice’s first use of Hysteria, which also introduced the “burning Liddell doors” memories (aka the plot-important memories you have to see to progress). For some reason I don’t remember, though, I never put it in the finished product. With MartyrFan asking about, and me knowing that it was probably WAS a little weird that Hysteria and mentions of it appeared later in the fic as normal, I figured it was worth going back, rewriting the scene up to my current standards, and slapping it in Chapter 5. It comes between Alice collecting the Victor memory and Alice finding the Hatter (as Alice gets the tutorial on Hysteria right before she meets up with him again). I’ve touched nothing else save the first couple of lines of the “meeting the Hatter” scene to help it merge in a little better.

Chapter 5 on FF.net

Chapter 5 on AO3

Chapter 5 on my website (formatting went funny there though, and I still haven’t managed to change my theme)

One of the things Alice hated about the human brain, and her brain in particular, was its tendency to associate certain innocent objects and events with rather less-pleasant ones. White sheets with her bed in Rutledge, for example. Old keys with Bumby's hypnosis sessions. Red-and-white stripes with Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum.

Or, like at the current moment, the front door of her house with her first fight with the Jabberwock. She glared at the portal before her – familiar white wood tarnished with gray ash, flames leaping behind the decorative iron flowers in the window, LIDDELL written in charred letters across the top. What it was doing here, set into a pile of old junk cogs and springs in the depths of the Lost and Found, she couldn't say. But it was there nonetheless – and, annoyingly, appeared to be the only way forward in this maze of clockwork and steam. "Come on, Alice," she scolded herself. "You mustn't dillydally. You saw the Jabberwock's skeleton blow away on the breeze. He's not a threat anymore. And this – it's just a door. It can't hurt you."

Her right hand ached from a long-healed wound, reminding her that yes, when the door was on fire and the knob blazing hot, it could hurt you, and very well. She sighed. "I'm wearing gloves this time – well, most of a glove," she corrected herself, wiggling her bare fingers. "And there's metaessence galore in all those boxes and barrels scattered about. I can heal myself in moments. We've barely started our journey – there's no point in stopping now."

Evil yellow eyes, thick sharp claws, a boiling furnace that poured out streams of flaming death – Alice shook the image away. "He's gone. I can't spend my life afraid of something I've already defeated." She squared her shoulders. "And if anything like him lurks behind that door, it'll have to face my Blade and my Grinder, and fall like all the rest." As encouraged as she could possibly get under the circumstances, she stepped forward and grabbed the knob, twisting it quickly and wrenching it open to reveal –

The library.

Alice stared as she stepped inside. The room was just as she remembered it, back in happier times. Shelves on almost every wall, filled practically to bursting with books old and new. Papa's photography equipment, lovingly spread out over a nearby table, filling the air with a chemical stench. Toys scattered across floor and chairs (including a jack-in-the-box – that explained a lot about where the Jackbomb had come from). The family portrait at the head of the room, showing all four Liddells in their Sunday best. And beneath that – the fireplace, blazing away to chase off the early November chill. Alice swallowed as she took it all in, only too aware of how little effort it would take to turn pleasing heat into a raging inferno. A single malignant spark, as her mother had said. . . . "Our lovely library was a fire trap. A conflagration waiting to happen!"

. . .Which I already knew, so why on earth are we belaboring the point?

Alice put her hands on her hips, letting out a frustrated growl as the memory faded back into darkness, leaving only the flame-licked door behind her. Wonderland was playing games, and she didn’t like it. Why dress up such a simple reminder so? She'd just had a memory from Mama about how dangerous her father's "unnatural devotion to printed paper" was to them. Granted, Lorina's tone had been more jocular, equally a playful complaint about her husband's hoarding habits and a hidden warning to be careful when in the room, but still. It had delivered the same message. What had been so special about this brief image that it warranted further dressing up from the little crystal house? Was there a clue she was supposed to have seen – a little thing out of place that hinted at the true cause of the fire? But everything had seemed in order. . . . If you want me to get to the bottom of things, Wonderland, you have to give me more than that!

Well, at least she hadn't had to shed any blood in her family home this time around. She turned and opened the door again. More heaps of rusty junk greeted her eyes – but they were different heaps this time, at least. Apparently she'd been taken just that bit closer to the Hatter. Which is the absolute least Wonderland can do to help – oh damn!

She burst into butterflies, just barely avoiding the steaming, oozing hand. The Insidious Ruin flapped its china jaw and waddled after her. Alice turned and sliced it to ribbons with the Blade, but more were already forming, thick black puddles rising up through the junk. . .she darted around the trash piles, trying to keep track of them all without taking a hit. Two – three – four – five – “Ah!”

She stumbled, pinwheeling her arms wildly as she teetered at the edge of a sudden drop. The Ruins (two more, seven now, she'd never faced so many at once) took advantage of her distress and charged. Alice butterflied out of the way again, but a straggler managed to sear her side as she reformed. She went to slash its hand off, only to be knocked off-balance by one of its friends scorching her back. And then another rammed into her, sending her to hands and knees. . .she butterflied once more, looking for free space, but they just followed, an inescapable black wall of pain. . .she got her feet, but another hand came out and she was stumbling backward again, terrifyingly close to the edge. . .a leap took her over them, but they turned with distressing speed. . .one tore at her hair, another grabbed her arm, and she couldn't get to one without opening herself up to another. . .it hurt, it hurt, it all hurt so much. . .so much pain, so much fear, so much – so much –

So much anger. Her jaw clenched as the Ruins kept up their attack, chipping away at her life bit by bit. She could have returned to the Home by now. She could have just gotten the stupid pills and been back in time for lunch. She could have found a book to read, or told another story to the children, or gone for a walk with Victor. She could have even been doing more chores like a normal person. But no, Wonderland couldn't let her have that, could it? It had to drag her away from reality and torture her with happy memories gone sour and never give her a straight answer to any of her questions and try to bloody goddamn KILL HER EVERY TIME SHE TRIED TO PROGRESS – Her entire body throbbed with pain, and it was too much, too much, too MUCH –

The scream exploded out of her throat, a shockwave of sound that sent the Ruins flying back. Moments later, her Blade was in her hand, and she was slicing and dicing with a fervor she hadn't felt since the last time she'd been hit with a Ragebox. "How fine you look when dressed in rage," Cheshire purred across her memory, and she did, she was a goddess of destruction in black and white and red and the Ruins were screaming, doll heads tumbling into the abyss, pipes and pulleys crashing to the ground, and it was all glorious she could do this forever kill and kill and KILL –

And then, suddenly, brown and gray and brass were back in her vision, and she had no idea how she was even staying upright.

She braced herself against a junk heap, looking around. Not a Ruin to be seen, but a whole field of metaessence roses, glittering in the dim light leaking through the ceiling. Alice collected the nearest, shaking as it broke apart into red mist and soothed her pain. She was glad that the threat was gone, but – how was she capable of such intense fury? Had some somehow managed to internalize that horrible sprayed poison from the boxes? Or was that rage just an essential part of her being? I know I can be moody, and snappish, and just plain mean, but. . .oh God, I hope I haven't hurt anyone in reality. She wiped the sweat from her forehead. Probably just proved all those doctors who liked to call me "hysterical" right. . .actually, thinking about it, "Hysteria" wouldn't be a bad name for that. . . .

She took a deep breath and steadied herself. It's over with now, she thought as she circled around the battlefield, touching each rose in turn to regain her strength. And to be fair, it got me out of a very bad situation just now. Hopefully it only triggers when I'm that near death. And, doubly hopefully, only here in Wonderland. Otherwise. . . .

She didn't want to finish that thought. She picked up the last rose and brushed off her skirts. "Over and done with," she repeated. "And I don't think Wonderland would keep me if I'd actually killed someone. Just have to keep a close leash on it." She ran her fingers through her hair. "Come on. You'll feel better when you find Hatter." I hope.

#forgotten vows friday #forgotten vows verse #forgetting you #fanfic #hysteria mode #seriously this is a worthwhile fix #Hysteria SHOULD have a proper introduction #and so should those doors #in fact the Deluded Depths chapter will be getting an addition next week to show off that one #that's the last of the edits though I promise #. . .okay one more this week but it's tiny #I simply had to correct what age Lizzie said she inconveniently was in Chapter 11 of In The Land Of The Dead #if BJ died three years before Alice was born then Lizzie was five not eight #it bugged me #anyway I hope you all like how I handled the memory and Hysteria #tough writing for a tutorial but I think it worked out well #queued

[chasingthecosmos]

Three Hearts to Own

Fandom: Doctor Who Rating: G Pairing: The Doctor/Rose Tyler, Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Chapters: 5/10 Read on AO3 here.

A (sort of) season re-write centering around the Doctor’s touch telepathy and the many ways that it makes his life difficult while he attempts to move on from the loss of Rose Tyler. This work is based around Seasons 3 & 4 and the Tenth Doctor. It’s the final entry in the “A Hand to Hold” series, but it can also be read as a stand-alone. The first four or five chapters will just be short excerpts from the Doctor’s time away from Rose, but there will be a Journey’s End fix-it and a happily ever after at the end. Tags will be updated as I go. Chapters will vary in length.

Chapter Five: Donna (Part One)

---------- Partners in Crime ----------

When he began to investigate the frankly too-good-to-be-true Adipose Industries, the Doctor had expected to find some sort of alien involvement lurking at the root of the operation, but the

last

thing that he had expected to find was

Donna Noble

- dressed in a business suit and gaping at him in pleased surprise as the two of them listened in on the company's nefarious plots to take over the world.

When they finally ran into each other again in the literal sense, the Doctor wasn't entirely sure who initiated their reunion hug first - all he knew was that he was surprised at how happy he was to see her again, and the firm embrace felt nicer than he had expected. Maybe he had just been traveling on his own for a bit too long, but it was nice to think that there was someone out there in the universe who had apparently missed him enough to attempt to hunt him down.

"Don't you ever change?" Donna demanded as he grabbed her hand and they returned to their mad dash to escape Ms. Foster and her lackeys. The Doctor might have laughed if they weren't currently running for their lives - despite their adventures together last Christmas, poor Donna didn't even know the half of it. Maybe that was why she happened to be the only woman on planet earth who he had managed to run into twice, now. Maybe if she really knew the truth of who (and what) he was, then she wouldn't have made it her sole business to track him down again.

However, it seemed that Donna had changed her mind quite a bit about running off to the stars with him, and the Doctor found that he barely had the chance to get a word in edgewise as she practically forced her way back onto the TARDIS.

"Would you rather be on your own?" she asked hesitantly when he didn't immediately help her in packing up her things and rather settled for watching her with a wary, uncomfortable expression.

"No," he replied, the honest answer coming easily as he met her gaze. "Actually, no. But ... the last time ... with Martha, like I said ... it got complicated. And it was all my fault."

However, Donna's brash, stubborn attitude quickly assured him that she would not, in fact, be falling into the same pitfalls that Martha had fallen into. In fact, her reassurances that she was not even the least bit interested were so adamant that the Doctor wasn't quite sure whether to be relieved or offended.

Considering the fact that she had already rejected him once before, Donna settled into life on the TARDIS far quicker than he had expected her to (and also with much more luggage than he had been prepared for). The Doctor wasn't sure if it was simply the fact that they had been reunited against the many odds stacked between them, or if he was simply growing sentimental in his old age, but he thought that he felt a certain tugging in the back of his mind as Donna left behind her life on Earth and stepped back into his time ship - as though fate herself was putting her own spin on their timelines and rewriting the paths that lay ahead of them.

He silently determined to keep an eye on the strange sense of foreboding that he could feel welling up within him and hoped that it wouldn't prove to be a warning of impending heartbreak for the fiery, indomitable Donna Noble.

---------- The Fires of Pompeii ----------

The Doctor fell into a rhythm with Donna almost as easily as he had with Martha, though there were, of course, remarkable, significant differences between the two. Where Martha was friendly and easy-going, Donna was no-nonsense and kept a notable distance between herself and the rest of the world. Besides the casual hand-grabbing that was necessary when two people were facing life-or-death circumstances, the Doctor and Donna largely kept an easy, companionable distance between themselves, which took a weight off of the Doctor's shoulders that he hadn't even realized he'd been carrying until it was suddenly gone.

However, the separation that Donna purposefully put between herself and others didn't exempt her from a sense of sympathy for the plight of the innocent - and the Doctor had to fight hard to ignore her pleas for mercy and stay true to the timelines that he knew were right.

Pompeii had to burn - it was one city, or the entire world. The Doctor had been making these types of decisions his entire life - he knew what had to be done, even if he didn't like it - but that didn't meant that carrying out the actions came any easier with time and practice. In the end, he was glad for Donna's hands on his as they prepared to blow the trigger on Vesuvius together. He could feel her heartbreak as his own as the terrible weight of their actions came down upon their shoulders, and it was nice to know that, for once, he didn't have to make the decision on his own.

The Doctor did eventually go back to save Caecilius and his family in a way that he had never been able to save his own, and though the unnatural twist in the timelines made him sick, he was glad that Donna had been there to convince him to return to the city of Pompeii. He knew deep down that it was the right thing to do, whether the timelines agreed or not, and it wasn't as if it were the first time that he had broken the rules because of his own, foolish compassion.

When he set the small family of four down on the outskirts of the city and watched them prepare to make a brand new start in honor of their fallen friends and neighbors, the Doctor felt a sense of hope springing up in him that he hadn't felt in a very long time. Maybe if Caecilius and his family could start over and keep going, then he could manage it, too.

---------- Planet of the Ood ----------

Donna quickly proved that her compassion for others in need extended beyond the human race as the two of them stumbled upon an ood factory in the forty-second century and instantly uncovered the malpractice taking place within its grounds. The Doctor couldn't help but think of Rose on that snowy, desolate planet - she had had sympathy for the slave race when they had run into them on Krop Tor as well. He knew that her reaction would mirror Donna's righteous indignation if she could be here now, and the haunting nostalgia of her memory seemed to push the Doctor forward as he fought to save the ood in a way that he hadn't been able to back when they had been trapped in that sanctuary base over the black hole.

The Doctor was both surprised and unsettled as he uncovered the ood race's propensity for telepathic communication, and he found himself having to lift the mental shields around his mind once more in an attempt to connect with them. Their song of fear and captivity was enough to break both of his hearts and make him long for the freedom of the open skies once more as they collectively called out for release and justice. He opened Donna's mind to it partly because he knew that she wouldn't have stopped asking if he had said "no", and partly because he was simply tired of having to suffer through it alone. She could only stand twenty-seven seconds of it, but it was enough to know that she understood the great pain that the Doctor was having to work through as he continued to fight to free the ood.

"I spent all that time looking for you, Doctor, because I thought it was so wonderful out here," Donna mused darkly as she gazed in horror at the ood currently holding its brain out to them in its gently-cupped hands. "I want to go home ..." she breathed in desperation.

The Doctor couldn't really blame her - if he had any sort of home or normal life to return to, he supposed that he would be longing for it right now, too - but before they could discuss the issue of Donna leaving him all on his own again, they had a mission to complete, and the people working for Ood Operations certainly didn't make it easy for them.

Still, they managed to put an end to Mr. Halpen and his backwards company (with a little help from the very patient Ood Sigma), and the Ood Brain was free to sing openly once more, the song of life and hope for the future spurring the Doctor forward and making him eager to continue on in his adventures. However, Ood Sigma's parting words left him feeling that odd sense of foreboding again - the sensation that something was twisting the timelines around Donna and the Doctor and forcing them into some sort of unknowable situation that made him uneasy.

"Every song must end," Ood Sigma assured him ominously. But the Doctor was determined not to hear the end of that song of hope and life - not today, when it was so fresh and new and thrumming through his veins like adrenaline. With Donna's assurance that she had changed her mind and would continue to travel with him after all (for the time being, at least), he shuffled them both back into the TARDIS and pointedly ignored the rest of his growing concerns in favor of focusing on their next adventure instead.

---------- The Sontaran Stratagem & The Poison Sky ----------

The Doctor was apprehensive about returning to Earth at Martha's urging, but he had promised her that he would respond when she called, and really, he supposed, it was the least that he could do.

"You haven't changed a bit!" he told her as he instantly swept her up into his arms and gave her a welcoming hug. However, he quickly discovered that that wasn't entirely true. The stinging hum of desire that seemed to have become second nature to their strained relationship was no longer prickling against his skin, and it didn't take long for Donna to deftly point out the fact that Martha was now wearing an engagement ring. This new information had the Doctor breathing a small sigh of relief that was quickly cut off when Martha took out a walkie-talkie and immediately began barking orders.

"Is that what you did to her - turned her into a soldier?" Donna asked curiously as the three of them eyed the red berets and guns that suddenly surrounded them.

The Doctor gritted his teeth in silent consternation as he watched Martha slip through the UNIT soldiers as easily as though she had been doing it all her life. It felt wrong to see her like this, but what right did he have to tell her otherwise? He couldn't exactly deny the accusation in Donna's words, and it wasn't as though what Martha got up to on her own time was any of his business, anyway.

The day just got stranger, however, as the Doctor was introduced to Luke Rattigan, and then Staal the Undefeated himself. And if a sontaran invasion wasn't enough, he was finally introduced to Donna's family and realized that Donna wasn't the only human that the Doctor seemed to be continually running into lately, as he instantly recognized the face of her grandfather as the man who he had met this past Christmas during his Earth tour with Astrid. The old man introduced himself as Wilfred Mott, and the Doctor silently mused over the fact that he seemed to get along much better with his companions' grandfathers than he did with their mothers - he would certainly have to make a note of that for the future.

He gave Donna a TARDIS key not long after that, just to ensure that she wouldn't get any further ideas of leaving him as he dashed into the poisonous smoke that was currently threatening to choke the life out of every living thing on Earth. Of course, the Doctor had no way of knowing that the sontarans would teleport the TARDIS directly onto their ship, leaving him on his own to stop nuclear destruction, find the real Martha, and save Donna's life all at the same time (and, as it happened, in that order, exactly).

Burning the gas out of the earth's atmosphere was a simple enough operation, but it wasn't enough to defeat the determined sontarans. The Doctor knew that they would be regrouping in preparation to destroy the planet that had managed to resist their invasion, but still, he had to give them a choice - he had to offer them the chance to leave and survive before he ripped apart their entire fleet and himself along with it.

Because, if there was one thing that the Doctor had learned from Donna during their travels together, it was that he should always be willing to give second chances. However, Luke Rattigan was more clever than the Doctor gave him credit for, and had a righteous fury that outweighed even his own, and the young human boy ended up placing his own life on the line of battle so that the Doctor could live another day and go on to fight off another alien invasion.

After everything was said and done, the Doctor was pleased that Donna still seemed determined to leave her family behind in favor of the TARDIS, but before they got the chance to say goodbye to Martha and allow her to return to the life that she had created for herself, his old time ship seemed to get ideas of her own as she suddenly took timelines into her own hands and hurtled the three of them forward into the unknown quite against their collective will. It seemed that she had something that she was very keen that they all experience together, and she wasn't about to sit around and wait for them to get there on their own time. The Doctor appreciated the fact that, even now, his brilliant ship was looking out for him and his companions, he just wished that the TARDIS would deign to clue him in on the details of her little plots every once in a while.

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Regenerate Nine Day: Howling of the wolf

Volume: 1.

Number of parts: 9/?.

Pairings: Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler.

Synopsis: "Oh, it was his fault without a doubt. Entirely his fault. His curiosity was to blame, and he was cursing himself for being so curious."

A/N: Today is Regenerate Nine Day (9/9) and so I've decided to repost all the one-shots I've written about the Ninth Doctor, whether they are DW verse or not to celebrate this fantastic Doctor. The first shot to be post is a rewriting of Journey's end.

“A hero is somebody who is selfless, who is generous in spirit, who just tries to give back as much as possible and help people. A hero to me is someone who saves people and who really cares.” - Debi Mazar.

HOWLING OF THE WOLF:

The words ‘run for your life’ never had such a powerful meaning than right now while he was indeed running for his life through the thick forest he was lost in. He had long lost of sight the trail he was following at first and was now running through the mess of trees so tall it was impossible to see where they were stopping, of bushes, brambles and roots, jumping above the obstacles he was meeting. He was running so fast he had the feeling that he was flying – which was scientifically impossible. Brambles and branches were gripping his leather jacket, jumper and pants, were staying stuck in his short-cropped hair and were scratching his face and hands, but he didn’t stop to take them off or wipe the small drops of blood running down his cheeks and fingers. He kept running, trying to go as fast as he could to escape from the threat that was chasing him down the woods. He was a Time Lord and had a very good physical health. He wasn’t even out of breath while he had been running for a long moment now. He jumped above a small bush and tripped over a root but he never slowed down. He couldn’t. He was fast, but the threat was faster. No matter how fast he was running, he could still hear the steps of it running after him, the feet hitting the ground with an almost dull sound. The threat was fast, but it was also discreet while the Doctor could hear the sound of his own steps resonating loudly in the desert forest and pointing him out as the target to slaughter. But there was nothing around. No animals. No birds, no rabbits, no foxes. Nothing, but a huge deserted and silent forest. Only the howling of a wolf was audible from time to time, a howling as beautiful as frightening that sent shivers down the Doctor’s spine. And that wolf was currently chasing him. Oh, it was his fault without a doubt. Entirely his fault. His curiosity was to blame, and he was cursing himself for being so curious. That was a default that always led him head first into troubles. Now was another demonstration of this statement. He was quietly traveling through the Vortex wondering where to stop and reading a very fascinating book about a wolf named Bad Wolf just hours ago. The book was telling the whole story behind the legend – because the Bad Wolf had never existed, it was just legends based on hearsay from people who’d gotten lost in the forest and heard the cry of a wolf – and the testimonies of some people had been written down to feed the legends. One of them had caught the Doctor’s attention though – the others were just making him laugh – and had gotten him really curious to know if it was real or not. The tale was from a certain Donat, an old French guy who had been hunting the Bad Wolf in that exact same forest around the eighteenth century. He had been walking through that labyrinth of trees, and wild vegetation and had found something quite interesting while he was tracking the wolf: a small wooden house where was living a young woman around twenty years old. His tale was saying that the girl looked scared when he had found her. He had asked her to come with him, to trust him because he wouldn’t hurt her and would just bring her to the real world, but soon as she had grabbed his hand to run away with him, the Wolf had appeared and attacked him. Donat had to run away alone, and pretty badly wounded. His story was ending on words that definitely caught the Doctor’s attention: “I remember the wolf’s golden eyes glowing in the dark, and when I looked back at the girl, she was having that hint of the wolf in her eyes. Her look was piercing through me and I could see the wolf howling in her soul, and the laws of Time itself seemed to flow in the golden river of her veins.” Something definitely interesting for the Time Lord the Doctor was. A drawing had been added next to the page of the story. It was representing the girl of the woods, standing in that wooden house, in a simple nightgown dress from the eighteenth century. Her hands were pressed on her heart, and the silhouette of a wolf was drawn into her eyes. Golden eyes and the dark silhouette of a real wolf was drawn behind her. The Doctor had to see it by himself so he had entered the coordinates of the time and location of that wooden house just like it was said in the tale, but as usual, the TARDIS hadn’t taken him to the right place – it was the right time though – and instead of facing the girl, he had been facing the Wolf. He just had had the time to observe it for a few seconds before his life was threatened. The Wolf was nothing like the drawing. It was much more beautiful, and much more impressive. The Wolf was sat in the middle of a small clearing, illuminated by the light of the moon. Its muzzle was raised to the night sky and it was howling at the moon. Its voice was deep and melodious, and the Doctor had had the feeling that it was speaking straight to his soul. A shiver ran down his spine as he observed the slightly golden fur of the Wolf. It was so beautiful. He had seen a lot of things in his life, but never something as beautiful as that Wolf howling at the moon, howling a song that almost moved him to tears. He had been so amazed by that sight that he hadn’t noticed the Wolf had stopped howling. He hadn’t noticed that it was looking at him. That was the growl who had drawn him out of his amazed condition. As beautiful as the Wolf is, it was also particularly dangerous and it was now threatening him. And that was why the Doctor was running faster than ever, the Wolf on his heels. But suddenly, nothing anymore. No sound, no paws hitting the ground being him. Just the deathly silence of the forest. The only noise coming to the Doctor’s ears were his own heartbeats and breath. He stopped and looked around him. Nothing and no one around. His Time Lords senses were all on alert though. Something was coming, something incredibly strong and dangerous. Something he couldn’t face alone. He better go back to the TARDIS and get the hell out of here. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, using his senses to find his box. It was miles and miles away from his position. He cursed and started walking back in the direction of his hub. He felt observed and looked around to see who was there, but there was no one. He felt a shiver running down his spine when his eyes caught the golden eyes observing him. Right before the Wolf jumped out of the bush he was hiding in. The Doctor took no time to think and started running again to save himself from the terrible fate that was awaiting him if the Wolf managed to catch him, but everything was going wrong. While running, he tripped over a root on the surface and brutally fell to the ground. He tried to catch something to stop his fall but his body was hurtling down a steep slope, causing him to curse even more in his natural language. His fall ended in a small stream of cold water. He got out of it quickly and sat on the muddy bank. “I was expecting you, my Doctor.” The Doctor quickly looked up at the voice speaking to him. The girl from the book was standing there, next to him, in the same outfit shown in the drawing, and the Doctor knew just by looking into her eyes he knew that Donat was right. The laws of Time were flowing in her veins. The girl wasn’t related to Time, she was Time itself. She held a hand out to him but he didn’t take it, too amazed by her sudden appearance, by the beauty of this girl with blonde hair, pink cheeks and a hint of golden in her brown eyes. “So, the legend was true. The Wolf is holding a young girl as a hostage,” he simply said. And in answer to his statement, she just laughed. Just like her voice, her laugh sounded melodious, as melodious as the howling of the Wolf earlier. He realised how much he liked it, and how much he would like to hear it again. As strange as it sounds. “Who says I’m a hostage of the Wolf?” “The book I was reading.” He finally caught her hand and she helped him up. As soon as their skin touched, something awoke in him and his Time Lord senses turned themselves off. There was no threat anymore. “What is that book saying?” “It was telling the legend of a girl living under the threat of a wolf called Bad Wolf in a forest of the eighteenth century. I got pretty curious to see if this was right.” “Is there more to that legend?” “It says that the girl can’t escape. No matter how many times she tried, the Wolf always found her, and brought her back here.” “That’s quite an interesting story, but it’s not exactly true.” She was still holding his hand and was showing no sign of letting it go. He wouldn’t run away though. He couldn’t. It was as if his body had taken root in the muddy ground for him to stay around the girl. Or was she the one forcing him to stay so still? “So, what’s the real story?” “I can see in your mind, my Doctor. You’ve already answered that question. At least, partially.” “You are Time itself.” “True.” “And the Wolf is your keeper.” “Also true.” She smiled at him. A soft smile. A smile a mother would give to a kid she was proud of. In a way, the Doctor was a child of Time, and right now, Time itself was proud of him for a reason he didn’t even know. “The book doesn’t exist. Neither is the story. I created them to draw your attention to me. The Wolf had the mission to bring you to me. This is why your TARDIS landed close to it, instead of me.” “Why?” She smiled at him once again, and her free hand went to cup his cheek. The contact was warm and he leaned on it. He had never realised how much he needed comfort. “You’ve done terrible things to keep me safe from the War, my Doctor, and you’ll keep on protecting me all your life.” She was still calling him ‘my Doctor’ and inside down, he liked it. He belonged to the Time. It was his mother, and for her, he had been fighting in a war that took all his strengths and hopes and people away. A war that let him alone in the universes. Alone with the high responsibility of healing the wounds in Time and Space and keeping everyone’s safe. He had made that promise when he took his name, and he was still respecting that promise. “But now is the time for you to start forgiving yourself for what has happened.” “But I can’t.” “Not on your own, I know.” “I’ve got no one else. I’m on my own. Forever. I’ve killed everyone.” “Time Lords never really cared about you, my Doctor.��� “That wasn’t a reason to exterminate them all.” “They would never have helped you if you’ve just exterminated the Daleks.” “I would’ve been a hero.” “But that’s not what you want.” “I don’t know what I want.” “Not yet, but you’ll know soon enough.” She lightly stroked his cheekbone and he closed his eyes, leaning a bit more in her comforting touch. He shouldn’t let himself go into Her touch. He was nothing next to her, and yet, she had chosen him. Among the very large number of people who were living around since the beginning of Time, she had chosen to show herself to him. “Your mind is a full mess of guilt and self-hatred and solitude, my Doctor, but there’s one person, one shining person, who’s gonna help you through this. One loving person who’s gonna change your hearts and mind.” She let go of his hand and placed her over his hearts. “She’s gonna make you better.” “Who?” “You already know who.” Another smile to him. He opened his eyes and looked into her brown golden eyes. A warm look that almost make him forget about all those negative feelings about himself. A ‘she’. The person who was supposed to help him was a woman. And thinking about it, the Time had taken a form vaguely familiar to him. “The War is not over yet, my Doctor, but the path to forgiveness and light is right in front of you now. This is my gift to you. Just give it a chance.” “How can I?” “We will meet again very soon and when that day will come, the weight in your chest will be less heavy.” The Wolf joined them and sat next to the girl, observing them. It didn’t look so threatening now. The Doctor could swear he heard the Wolf laugh lightly in the back of his mind, as if all of this had just been a game. The Wolf had never intended to harm him in any way. Its only mission had been to lead him there, but it had wanted to have some fun. Much to the Doctor’s displeasure. “Now is the time to wake up, my Doctor.” The girl softly kissed his forehead and his eyes fluttered shut. He fell himself fall into a black hole and expected to hit the muddy ground but, instead, he woke up with a sudden start. He looked around him. He was in the TARDIS. He had fallen asleep on the pilot seat and the book he was reading had slid to the ground, but someone had picked it up. He looked up and his eyes fell on the blonde girl who had accepted to come with him just minutes earlier. She had covered him with a blanket and was holding the book against her chest. She realised that he was awake and blushed lightly. “I-I’m sorry. You fell asleep so…” “It’s okay. Happens to the best.” He looked at the book. A Gallifreyan book he didn’t even remember picking him in the library. The girl of the dream was right. The book – Howling of the Wolf – had never existed. It was just a fake thing from his mind. The Doctor rubbed his eyes. The dream was a blur now, but certain details were stuck in his mind, like the disturbing resemblance between the personalisation of Time and Rose Tyler, his new companion. Maybe there was more than a sign to interpret there. “Right then, Rose Tyler, you tell me: where do you want to go? Backwards or forwards in time? What it’s going to be?” “Forwards.” The Doctor grinned at her, got on his feet and left the blanket on the pilot seat. He pressed a few buttons on the console, programming a new trip through time and space. A new adventure was going to start, and this time, he wouldn’t be alone to live it. He would have the chance to share it with someone, someone who could change his life forever.

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Her loss was hurting him much more than any other death that had occurred on that terrible day. One of the reasons was because of his guilt. He had left her on Gallifrey and just left with the Moment. He had destroyed them all, Daleks and Time Lords. He had exterminated his wife, his other half, and her absence was a pain he couldn’t handle. He remembered that, at first, he hadn’t been very happy to be forced to be paired with a Time Lady he barely knew, but as time passed by, he had realised that she was just like him, just as adventurous and crazy as him and they had decided to take another step into their relationship and to complete the ultimate bound, a bound that would forever exist between the two of them, allowing them to always sense each other, to have a full access to their minds without the need of creating a physical connection, to feel each other emotions at any time.

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