Able and His Doctor

Aliens of London

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Summary: Able is an actual doctor, and so, so much more. We all know 'The Doctor' does have a pendent for running into impossible things - and if Able was anything, he was an impossible thing. (A twist on the usual OC and The Doctor formula has original ideas and later on, canon divergence. M/M)

Warnings: This is a Doctor Who fic, so I doubt any of the readers will turn down reading this just because it's slash. After all, we have the canon Jack Harkness. (Who deserves a warning all on his own.) Canon typical violence, language, and later on there will probably be more explicit sexual content.

Chapter Warnings: This has alluded to (some written out although no detail) sexual content, as well as drug use. (Cannabis/Weed only.)

Authour Note: You can definitely tell the difference between something I'm writing without any sort of consulting episode as the writing style pretty much completely changes. There is a lot of character arc in this chapter – The first half of it in fact. It also includes a few other OCs that aren't generally going to be important. In fact, I don't think they'll come up again unless I'm suddenly struck by some inspiration.

As of right now, I'm really digging the interactions that Able and The Doctor are having in their minds, especially in this chapter. A good deal of this is because I feel like Ninth is really guarded and isn't the type to open up, even to someone as open-minded and accepting as Able. In their minds however, there isn't anything between them that could really allow for too much hiding. The Doctor doesn't want to turn away that feeling either - Both because at the moment Able needs it, and because he himself misses it.

Edit Stuffs as of 4/10/2017: I've combined the first and second chapters to match the rest of the story – Which I'm doing an episode a chapter for.

Chapter Four: Aliens of London

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The Rift was no longer just around though – The Rift was now not only fully sentient, but also tangible, and oh, oh so human.

He closed it, snapped Gwyneth's mind in the process, and forced the Gelth back through. They didn't deserve new life, they didn't deserve anything but their dying world which should have been utterly annihilated during The Time War.

Then, the blackness came.

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Able's fuzzy senses started to wake up one-by-one as he stared up at the ceiling of his room on the TARDIS. That's all he did though, laid there and stared at the ceiling – Had been for a good hour now as his thoughts drifted. A stray thought left him wondering if he had somehow broken himself. It was normal to just sit in place for a few hours and just stare at something.

Then, he remembered.

The Original Rift, it was gone, and in its place was a Human Rift – an impossibility.

Able could remember the entire experience, the feeling of so much at his fingers. Knowledge, power, in some ways, even time itself had been at Able's whim in those few moments. He'd used that power to close himself off, to separate himself from the Gelth's world, and as a Rift, that had exhausted him. The ginger had just torn apart several million possibilities in time after all.

After which, Rosie and The Doctor must have carried him back to the TARDIS.

That was what happened, and at the moment, the ginger felt numb to it all. Oh, he knew that wouldn't last, this blissful numb was going to fade away and reveal the hurt. He'd lost his parent, guardian, his GOD all at once, and now he had – Universe he didn't even want to think about this – A sort of immortality. How it worked, Able had no idea, he was too concerned with dealing with the Gelth problem to look into it, and now he was too exhausted to look into his own future. Did he even want to do that if he could? The simple answer was no, he didn't.