Apocalypse Rising (Book Three)

In Memorial

I'll say this now so it's not at the bottom. I've decided that to try and up how this story looks comments wise, I'm issuing this little bribe/challenge. If I get between 50-75 comments from here on out by the time I post the episode "42" (so either by the end of "Evolution of the Daleks" or the interlude before "42" if I do one because the episodes will be a bit out of order) I will answer one of these two questions:

1. When will the Doctor (yes, I couldn't do a Doctor Who fanfiction and not include him somewhere) appear?

2. Who will be traveling (family wise) with the Apocalypse into the future (11, 12, etc.)?

The closer the comments get to 45, the more specific they will be, and if it's closer to 30, the less specific they will be. By the end of "42," depending on how many comments there are, I'll answer it. :)

The rules: only YOUR COMMENTS can count. If you reply to ANOTHER reader's comment, I will not comment. If you reply to one of mine that was a reply to yours, that WILL count. Sound good?

Tell me what question number you want answered, get commenting, and on with the show!

***

Shareen stood by the small altar of items to represent her childhood best friend and her mother, still sniffing into her hands as she thought over the Battle of Canary Wharf. All of those metal men, and those angry pepper pots . . . Rose and Jackie hadn't been found since. Suddenly, they'd appeared on a list of the dead, and it had hit everyone in the Powell Estate hard. The Tylers hadn't been the best people on the block, but they had been warm to everyone, and everyone had known them. It was a hard hit.

She began to walk away when she caught sight of someone moving close by. She hid behind a pillar quickly before looking around, taking a risk. She frowned, not entirely recognizing who it was crouching by the altar, and she was about to move forward, when a familiar voice said, "You can come out, Shareen."

"Apocalypse?" she asked in a frown, walking out from behind the pillar. "I didn't recognize you."

"It's probably the hair," the Apocalypse smiled tightly, gesturing to her dark brown hair, still in their fishtail braids. "Dyed it. Didn't want to keep it blonde."

Shareen bit her lip. "Were you there?" she asked softly. "At the battle?"

The Apocalypse's eyes darkened. "On the front lines," she answered, looking down at the altar. "I lost Rose and Jackie. I couldn't find them afterwards."

"You were the one who put their names down."

"Yes."

Shareen blew out a breath, looking at a photo of Rose with an Israeli woman, beaming and laughing. "She was so full of life," she said softly. "And now she's gone."

The Apocalypse was silent. "I know it," she finally said.

"Will you be around here again?" Shareen asked.

"I don't know," the Apocalypse admitted, folding her arms. "The only time I was ever in the neighborhood was to bring Rose home to visit Jackie. Now that neither of them are here . . . " She shrugged. "I don't know."

Shareen grabbed her arm before she could walk off. "Just so you know . . . " She swallowed. "I never said thank you." The Apocalypse raised an eyebrow. "For saving Rose, from Jimmy," she said quickly. "I never said thank you. That bastard took control of her life for so long, and now he's in prison, where he belongs for a long time. Thank you for doing something about it."

"I do anything for family," the Apocalypse told her with a nod, taking her arm back, beginning to walk off. "And you don't want to know what happens when something bad happens to them."

"What are you going to do if you see who did this again?" Shareen had to ask.

The woman stopped, and slowly turned, and Shareen's eyes widened in shock and fear. "I'm going to tear them apart," the Apocalypse answered darkly, a menacing look on her face, eyes seeming to glow gold. "I'm going to kill them, and I'm going to rip them open and leave them to die alone. Because no one hurts my family and takes them away from me."

She spun on her heel and left, the air crackling with tension. Shareen hugged herself tightly, then walked off, mulling that over.

***

Little did either of them know, someone else had heard as well.

A black-haired man in a greatcoat silently walked out from the room nearby, watching the tail end of the Apocalypse's cardigan disappear around the corner. He crouched by the altar with the relics of Rose and Jackie, and he ran his fingers gently over Rose's face. He sighed, looking at the last Apocalypse as well. "Oh, Rosie," Captain Jack Harkness breathed, remaining there. "What happened at Canary Wharf?"

He'd seen the list of the dead, Ianto had finally given it to him after he'd heard rumors of Rose being dead. When he'd saw the list, he'd headed out to London right away to find out the truth for himself.

And now it was staring him right in the face.

He looked down at the alien necklace he held in his hands, dried blood on it as well, and swore to himself, that some day, he'd find the Apocalypse again and find out exactly what happened. And what had happened to him.

He stood and walked away, slipping the necklace into his pocket and instead pulling out his phone, finding a roll of photos. He'd dug as far as he could to try and find the Apocalypse, to try and avoid ones he would have run into when he'd jumped too far back in time. From her first ginger incarnation to her ninth Israeli, he had them all. But he hadn't been able to see this version's face.

That was another thing to work on. Jack answered the phone when it rang a few seconds later. "Hello?" he asked.

"Jack, something's come up," medical director Owen Harper told him. "We need you back here right away."

"Copy that," Jack answered, picking up his pace.

And he really hoped the Apocalypse wouldn't kill him for sure when he finally got the guts to tell her that he was now running Torchwood.

***

A bit of a small interlude in regards to the last Caly and Rose. :(

I thought now would be a good time to introduce to you our lovely ladies that portray the Apocalypse. :)

1. Elena Satine

2. Emilie de Ravin

3. Scarlett Johansson

4. Emily Wickersham

5. Dianna Agron

6. Nina Dobrev

7. Jennifer Lawrence

8. Jacqueline Emerson

And of course, 9 was Cote de Pablo. :) Hope you like them! And we'll see much more of Jack coming soon. ;)

The take of "Smith and Jones" will be coming up next week!