The Rebels of the Fallen

Utopia

AN: Just wanted to say, I've been waiting for this arc since Terra was first drafted. This three-part saga just had so much to work with that I knew my already drafted character would go batshit for when the time came for this. I can't. Stress. Enough. How much I love this.

Thank you to everyone, djmegamouth, WeAllBecomeStories, HannahHPandDWfanJones, and so many others that gave such positive feedback to Blink. I'm happy y'all loved it!

Just an fyi- why don't you read Hidden By Aliens? It's the Torchwood fic, so you guys can see what Jack has been up to leading up to Utopia! Also...it finished (or at least it should have) before this uploaded. Give the finale a gander!

Now for Hermits-United (Terra's alternative for the Haven)

==ROTF==

It hurt to leave him behind.

It hurt so much.

It hurt more than not taking him with me at the start of season 3.

But now that the tail end was coming, I couldn't have my favorite tail end. Not even that joke was enough to fix my broken hearts.

He had to stay back with the Haven. He had to stay. He would have Penelope. Those two could hang out. That would be good- they would enjoy that. A dog and a pig, there had never been a great friendship. Was there a direct-to-video children's movie about it? Some, demented sequel to Babe, or Charlotte's Web? If there wasn't, one needed to be made about Penelope and Rebel.

It would make parting with them hurt less.

The next year ahead would seem less dark if I knew there was something good on the other side where I could look forward.

The Doctor and Martha had no idea about my inner struggle. Well they were assuming the wrong inner struggle. To them, I was sitting on my usual spot in the upper TARDIS coral, adjusting my position. This had been Two's favorite spot. I liked it too but...I wanted to sit differently. Twisting in the spot, I kept moving until my head was hanging over the side. My ginger hair was flowing down with the TARDIS' artificial coppery gravity.

Neither were any the wiser to the real inner struggle. I hadn't been able to stop the three-parter. Not that it had ever been an option, I wouldn't know where to even start. And sometimes, when I try to stop the bad things...worse things happen. The Author itself smacks me for thinking I could stop them.

Why do you think I fell into the Void in the first place? I'd tried to stop her falling.

I had fixed points too.

Harold Saxon was one of them, it seemed.

That all being said...there was nothing saying I couldn't stop it.

Harold Saxon has to happen, but nothing is saying that Harold Saxon has to be the Master. Anyone can fill in the shoes if it was done properly.

The Doctor would never know it was the Master if I took Yana out before he opened the watch.

Then questions would come about why.

I could argue that Martha had started him thinking about his past, that he attacked Chantho. She would be so flustered she would end up agreeing.

Yeah the Doctor and I would be sad that another Time Lord was gone. I would say something that if he snapped like that at seeing the truth, then I was better off. The Doctor would be sad still...cause he would know...even in the show he knew who it was...

Dammit.

Shouldn't kill him.

Anything he does will be reset in a year.