FanFics

These are a few of my FanFics. "Gridlock" is based off of the actual Doctor Who episode, "Gridlock," but with a funny twist (you'll enjoy it more if you've seen the episode), inspired by AHSOKA'S-BIGGEST-FAN, aka bluesaber3's, FanFic "Altering Mortis." "A Friend in the Dark" is a Percy Jackson FanFic through they eyes of the Hunters of Artemis--one in particular, Roxanne, a daughter of Apollo. "Through the Time-Vortex" is a Doctor Who FanFic, and "The Lost Planet" is a Star Wars FanFic. None of these are completed. Enjoy!

Gridlock
Martha was staring at the Doctor. He wanted to impress her, so he pressed some random buttons and pretended like he knew what he was doing. “Can we go visit your planet now?” Martha asked. “I mean, the planet of the Time Lords, that must be something worth seeing?” “Yeah,” the Doctor said reminiscently. “It’s beautiful.” Then he realized he was going all weirdo-flashback-y. “Uh, I mean, uh, no, I uh do not um want to go to Gallifrey.” “Who said anything about Gallifrey?” Martha asked with a vacant look. “That’s the planet of the Time Lords,” the Doctor said impatiently, snapping his fingers. He realized he was being rude. “Um, I don’t want to go home?” he suggested stupidly. For some reason he thought it was a good idea to lie to Martha. So anyways, he suggested they go to the future. Martha was enthusiastic, which seemed like a good signed. He grabbed his epic coat and exited the TARDIS.
“Ewwwwwwwww!” Martha shrieked. “My shoes are getting all dirty!” “Oh, suck it up! This is cool!” the Doctor said cheerily. “Yeah, well, I think you’d enjoy anything,” Martha mumbled. The Doctor smiled. “Yep!” he exclaimed happily. “So where are we, anyways?” “New Earth!” “Um. Okay.” “The City of New New York to be precise.” “You’re kidding me, right?” Martha said in disbelief. The Doctor stared at her. “Uhhhhh why would I be kidding. God, don’t you go see futuristic planets ever day?” “No!” Martha shouted. “Oh—seriously? Wow, how do you humans live? I’d be bored to death. Wow, I mean seriously. That is pretty pathetic. You just sit on your home planet?” Martha nodded. “You don’t travel through time?” “Not most of us, no,” Martha commented. “Wow. That’s just sad. I mean, honestly, that is really sad. I am so glad I’m not human. That would just be weird. Really.” “You can shut up now,” Martha said, irritated.
“You know, I really hope I’m not kidnapped by two weird people who need three passangers to make their way through the freeway,” Martha said. “That would suck.” “DON’T JYNX IT! OH MY GOD YOU ARE SO STUPID! ROSE NEVER WOULD HAVE MADE THAT MISTAKE! OMIGOD DO YOU WANT TO BE CAPTURED BY CAT PEOPLE YOU WEIRDO?” “Uh—who said anything about cat people?” Martha asked. “I’ve been here before, they have cat people,” the Doctor said simply. “Oh. So, um…were you here with Rose?” “Yeah,” the Doctor said dreamily. He went off to fantasy Rose-land until Martha slapped him. “Ow! What was that for!” the Doctor said as he cried miserably. "Dude, do you REALIZE how dumb you are?" Martha asked. "Take a girl to the future in your space ship, then start talking about your ex-girlfriend?!" "Uh, yeah--wait, Rose wasn't my GIRLFRIEND!" the Doctor exclaimed lamely. Martha looked at him. "You. Are. Insane." She walked away huffily. The Doctor caught up with her. "Yeah, but not as insane as those people!" "ANGER!" "HAPPY!" "SAD!" Three people in rundown carts started yelling random moods. "Ooh, ooh, SCARED! GIDDY! Um, um...UPSET! Um, GRATEFUL! TALKATIVE. That counts, right? Ooh, I am SOOOOO good at this game!" Martha squealed. "Um, EXCITED! GLEEFUL!" "Martha, Martha, they're selling moods, like drugs sort of." "Oh," Martha said sadly. "So, this is the human race of the future? All drugged up? WHY WOULD YOU TAKE ME TO THIS PLACE?" she started to cry. "Um..." the Doctor had no idea what to do. Even for a Time-Lord, he was a little "socially awkward." "There, there," he said awkwardly.
A Friend in the Dark

My name’s Roxanne Seloe, and I’m a Hunter of Artemis. I’m fourteen years old; I have super-long auburn hair, purple eyes, and freckles. I’m not tall and not short—kind of in between. My hair is so long it gets in the way a lot, and Thalia, the lieutenant of Artemis, is always trying to get me to cut it. In fact, once even Artemis herself mentioned something about it. I told her no way, which if I was anybody else would get me blasted to bits, but I’m her niece, so she cut’s me some slack.
See, I’m a demigod. My dad is Apollo, so I see him a lot, whenever he’s visiting his twin sister: Artemis. How did I become a Hunter? Well…
When I was little I had a crush on this boy, which actually got my aunt, Artemis, pretty ticked off as you can imagine. That crush lasted eight years. Finally, I gave up on him, because he was a jerk who always avoided me. I went to Camp Half-Blood, and I would have joined the Hunters sooner (after all, I had been let down pretty hard by the boy I liked) if not for Nathan, son of Athena.
He was a great guy and a great friend, but when I finally told him I liked him, he stopped talking to me. my heart was broken, so at the age of fourteen, I joined the Hunters.
That was ten years ago.
Yes, I’m still fourteen. The Hunters of Artemis are immortal, unless they fall in battle.
Anyways, the Hunters are my sisters. Which sounds weird: if Artemis is technically my aunt, how is she like my sister? But I mean, when you’re a demigod, you really can’t think of the other Olympians as your family. So I never really thought of Artemis as my aunt in the first place.
Now that you know that, we can get on with the story.
CHP 1
It was September, and the leaves were turning scarlet and gold. Thalia was still on crutches from the Second Great War, or the Battle of the Great Prophecy (as I like to call it), and we were missing ten of our thirty Hunters from the fight. I was sitting around a blazing fire with my best friends Crystal and Cassandra and Rose, and everything was pretty good. No more fights. No more battles. Just the Hunt and nature and the twinkling stars above us. Our white timber wolves patrolled the boarders of the camp, making sure no mortals saw our camp. A few hunting falcons sat perched in the trees.
Artemis came out of her tent, followed by Thalia. “Girls,” she called, standing before the fire. “Attention, please,” she said to the group, and we silenced ourselves. “First off, I have word from some of your parents.” We clapped excitedly, because even though most of the demigod girls had been claimed, some, like my friends Rose and Crystal, hadn’t. Others had just been claimed a few weeks ago, like Cassandra, who we found was a daughter of Apollo, like me—she was my half sister. Others still were mortal, and a few girls, like our friend Holly, were wood nymphs.
Artemis said a few names and told them their Olympian parents. A thirteen year old girl named Alethea was a daughter of Athena, no duh—she had grey eyes and blond hair like all children of Athena. Rose, we were happy to discover, was a daughter of Demeter. There were a few more, but still no sign of Crystal’s Olympian parent. We knew she was powerful—maybe a daughter of Apollo, like Cassandra and me—but we weren’t really all that sure who she was.
Artemis was still talking. “And you’ll be spending a few days at Camp Half-Blood. Thalia is in charge. It is my duty to track down any remaining monsters from the war. After I have done so, the other gods will be able to force them back into their prisons.” I don’t think anyone really heard the last part, because we were all muttering to ourselves. We hate that camp, and besides, last time Artemis left us there, she was kidnapped. Thalia said to her, “Lady Artemis, please. Let me help you.” Artemis sighed, but she knew Thalia would just follow if she said no, so she said instead, “Fine. I do not want all the Hunters with me; it will be much to difficult to track down the monsters with so many of you. But Thalia may assist me. Roxanne is in charge!” Artemis mumbled something else and returned to her tent.
The moon painted the forest silver. A frost settled over the land, but the Hunters were used to this. I gave Rose a high-five. “Demeter,” I said. “Cool.” Rose was obviously happy. “Grown me a pumpkin, will you,” Cassandra teased, because Demeter is the goddess of the Harvest. “Shut it, Arrowhead,” Rose said, smirking. Rose, Holly, and Crystal call Cassandra and me “Arrowhead,” because our dad’s the god of archery, as well as music, poetry, medicine, and the sun.
“I’m off to bed,” I said, getting up and walking to our tent. There were maybe ten tents, one for every two girls, but Artemis and Thalia got their own tents, so some of the tents had three girls, not two. Ours was one of those tents, with me, Cassandra, and Crystal. Just so you know, if you ever see them, Cassandra has shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel-blue eyes, and she’s tall. Crystal’s tall, too, but she has rich, dark-chocolate colored hair that’s longer than mine even, and she usually wears it with part of it braided and wrapped around her head like a tiara. Holly has holly colored hair and eyes, and she’s petite; Rose is also pretty small, with earth colored hair, bright green eyes, and a rosy blush on her cheeks. She’s totally nature girl, always wearing her hair in two sensible braids, and if you saw her without the other Hunters, you’d think she was just a random but professional hiker out to climb Mount Everest. No, I’m serious, she did that once.
I stepped inside our tent and started changing into my silvery, warm pajamas. The tents are pretty big and comfortable. We each have rugs to sleep on with velvet pillows and silk blankets, all silver. There’s a single, bright camping lamp hanging from the ceiling, and we keep our duffels near the wall with our hiking boots. Inside a wolf was waiting; one of my favorites, Starlight. When Starlight was born a few months ago, just a wolf pup, she was the runt of her litter and wouldn’t have survived if I hadn’t taken care of her. She’s still too little to do any real work, so I keep her in my tent.
I laid on my rug and pulled the blankets up around me. Crystal and Cassandra came into the tent, and after they were ready for bed, we sat and talked for a while. But with cooler wind, it was easy to fall asleep, and soon I did.
I woke up to the sound of girls screaming and trees crashing. It was near dawn, I suspected. Cassandra and Crystal were waking up too. “What on earth…” I muttered, scrambling to the tent flap.
Now, the Hunters can beat any monster. I’ve seen that with my own eyes. But this thing was about the size of an overgrown elephant, and it had three heads. It was a massive Rottweiler.
“Cerberus,” I muttered. “But he’s supposed to stay in Hades.” I doubted even all of the Hunters together could ward him off, and besides, he was one of those monsters who reformed quickly, and then decided to eat us.
“Scatter!” I yelled as he lunged at me and my friends. We were all okay…except for Crystal. The monster kept coming at her, trying desperately to get her with one of his heads.
Fortunately, Crystal was good at dodging. But then Cerberus turned his full attention to her, and she couldn’t battle all three heads at once. She screeched and fell, and the monster grabbed her. “No!” I screamed, hurrying to run after her. But Cerberus ran into the shadows, melting into darkness. I cursed in Ancient Greek, because I don’t like cussing in English too much. “he shadow traveled,” I said, remembering that son of Hades, Nico, who had told me about underworld creatures shadow traveling. “And he took her with him.” Rose and Holly sat down on a log, stunned. Cassandra nearly fainted. And I was feeling angrier then I had ever been before.
Artemis had a glint in her eye that let me know she needed to be calmed down before she blew up the forest. Put her hand up to stop us from talking and said, “I will find her. I will go to Hades himself to claim her back. Because my Hunters cannot be taken from me against my will, as my father Zeus degreed. It is nearly dawn. My brother will arrive soon and take you back to camp. And don’t let anyone but him drive this time.” Thalia blushed, because last time she had driven the sun car, and it hadn’t gone so well.
Artemis beckoned Thalia forward, and together they ran into the darkness.
Pretty soon the sun did rise, and my dad, Apollo, appeared in his red sports car: the sun car. “Hey girls,” he said. “my sis tells me you girls need a ride. Hop in! Oh, and watch this, I got this awesome new feature so I don’t have to change the car out of sports car mode.” He clicked a button on his keys and the car expanded, like a red sports car limo.
“In-ter-est-ing,” I said slowly and sarcastically. My dad ruffled my hair and said, “Hey, Rox. Gone on any good Hunts lately?” “Uh…” I said, because I did not let boys touch me, even my dad. All the other Hunters hate him because he always tries to flirt with him. My dad looks like an eighteen-year-old, but still, it’s way too weird to see my dad flirt with my best friends.
We piled into the car. “Hey Rox, Cass,” my dad said, jingling his keys. “Wanna drive?” “No!” the other Hunters shouted. I shook my head. “We’re only fourteen, Dad.”
Just to let you know why me and Cassandra are the same age, here’s what happened. Apollo had been dating my mom for a year. My mom was twenty, and was going to college. Then she became pregnant with me. Apollo promised to stay with her, but she had this friend—Cassandra’s soon-to-be mom—who a few weeks later he fell in love with. He abandoned my mom to hook up with her. My mom never talked to her friend again. You might wonder why I didn’t hate my dad for abandoning my mom and me, but he’s better than most of the other gods when it comes to parenting. At least he checked in with my mom, visited with me from time to time. He’s been at everyone one of my birthdays, except he stopped when I became a Hunter because by then I kinda wanted to do my own thing with the girls, and besides, we don’t get any older. But before that…
Anyways, all the girls tried to get to the back as quick as they could, which was hard because there was no aisles, just seats. My best friends and I, along with a few other mortal girls and nymphs, sat closest to the front. But not too close. A few rows back.
The ride to camp went pretty smoothly, until we landed a little close to the old (and when I say old, I mean old) Hermes cabin, which went up in flames. Fortunately (or unfortunately: Jackson may have saved Olympus, but I do not trust him, and I think his girlfriend Annabeth should dump him), Percy Jackson was nearby, and he put out the flames with water.
Of course, we all ignored him.
And of course again, he went up to me and started poking my arm.
“Where’s Thalia?” He kept asking. I didn’t answer him, but got my stuff and headed towards cabin 8. Finally Annabeth came up to me and asked me the same question, and I answered her because I knew she was like a sister to Thalia.
“Okay,” she said when I was done explaining. “But why was Cerberus out of the Underworld?” “I know who we can ask,” I said, motioning to Cassandra, and Rose, who followed me into a black cabin.
Nico Di Angelo is the only guy I’ll talk to.
He’s a little younger than me, and his sister was a Hunter before she died. I felt bad for the kid, because Bianca, his sister, had been my friend, and I knew how he felt. But that wasn’t the only reason why I talked to him. The kid had saved Olympus with an army of undead last month, so he had earned my trust that way. And that may sound bias, because I still hate Jackson, but…oh, never mind. Nico just seems a little more…trustworthy, even if he is the son of Hades.
“Hey,” I said to him. “Um…hi.” Nico said, glancing at me. “Need something?” “Yeah,” I said. “Info.” “If you’re wondering about Cerberus, I have no idea,” he said, not meeting my eyes. “Then how come you knew I was going to ask you that?” I inquired. Nico turned red. “I—oh…um—no, look…Never mind! I just don’t know, okay. But that girl, Crystal, you’re better off without her. She’s almost worse than that Zoe Nightshade.”
Okay, so much for trusting the little jerk.
“Crystal’s one of my best friends.” I argued. “And Zoe gave up her life to save Annabeth and Percy and Thalia. She was one of Bianca’s best friends. She knew she was going to die, but she went to save Lady Artemis anyways. That’s why Lady Artemis put her in the stars. So show some respect, twerp.”
Was it just me, or did Nico look ashamed? I didn’t know that boys could feel like that.
“Look…I didn’t mean—she made my sister a Hunter…I didn’t—oh, never mind.” Nico stuttered. I felt sorry for him, but then I reminded myself that I didn’t feel sorry for boys. Boys are worthless, and the few times they feel ashamed, well, they deserved it.
Suddenly a horn—a conch horn—blew, signaling dinner. Without looking twice I exited the cabin, deciding not to acknowledge Nico. My friends and I went to the dining pavilion and sat at table 8.
If you want to know why we Hunters hate camp, it’s a little hard to explain. But here’s an example of one little factor in it. Each cabin sits at a dedicated table. Now, when we’re not at Camp half-Blood, we’ll eat in a circle around the fire. We’re all friends, and we all want to sit next to each other, so this way we can. We can talk to anyone in the circle. It’s not too tiny so that we’re squished, but not so large that we can’t hear one another. It’s cozy and informal, and it makes me feel like part of a group. During holidays and special festivals, we have a formal dinner. But even then our table is circular. At Camp, we sit at regular picnic tables. Not only is it squished, but if Alex is sitting at one end of the table and I’m at the other, I can’t talk to her! Totally unfair!
“Well, there is one good thing about being here,” I said to Cassandra as I chewed on a slice of pizza. “What?” she asked, confused. I grinned wickedly. “We get to pulverize the Campers tonight in capture the flag” “Good point,” Cassandra said, smiling.
After dinner it was time for capture the flag. The hunters always won. The twenty hunters were standing in their armor, bows and hunting knives ready, waiting for my instruction. “Alright!” I called. “I say we use trickery to win this time. Make it look like we’re going easy on them. Then speed up. Remember your parts and play them well. Ashlyn, Tamara, pretend to be talking about where the flag is. Say it’s deep in the woods, to the north. Really, we’re going to put near the edge of the forest, in the south. You two are good actors—they’ll fall for it. Everyone else, get your positions from Cassandra. Use whatever you’ve got. Scouts, you need to spy on the others and report back to me. Offense, you know what to do. I’m on defense with Cassandra and Holly. Those idiot Campers are so greedy. They think that offence is the best position. Sometimes it is. But sometime guarding the treasure can be more important. Remember this: don’t hold back. Give it all you’ve got. This is just another hunt. Their flag is just another rare beast we want to examine. The other team is just some more wild animals trying to attack us. We’ve dealt with that a thousand times. That’s our advantage. The campers think this is just a game. We hunters take it seriously. Now, let’s get out there and win this thing! ”The Hunters all cheered. The game began.
I ran to where we posted our flag. Sara and Lily, with their huge shields, joined me. They weren’t very aggressive but were great at defending.
I heard a rustle in a bush. I’ve come to be able to identify what every animal or monster sounds like, so I knew that it was just a rabbit. I kept my bow at the ready, though, just in case. Ten minutes passed in silence. Ashlyn and Tamara had done their jobs well. But of course Annabeth and Clarisse were too good strategists not to send scouts everywhere throughout the woods, just as we had. After another five minutes, Lily gasped, and Sara covered her mouth with her hand.
“I heard it too,” I whispered. “Wait. Just wait.” I could hear them coming through the woods. Boys, I guessed, because they were running clumsily, and they were talking loudly. Idiots. We were immediately alerted to their presence. Lily and Sara held their bows up, pointed towards the sounds coming from the forest. I motioned for them to wait. We had to be careful. It could be a trap.
“Looks like we finally are going to win,” one boy said. I recognized him as Travis Stoll. That meant that Connor Stoll was with him. I could hear another teenager—Dionysus’s sun Pollux—chuckling. And there was a fourth boy, a ten-year-old named Sam Harison from the Apollo cabin, one of my little brothers. Clearly the campers thought that there wasn’t much threat over in this area. Still, it was smart of them to send Sam. He’s almost as good an archer as me and the other Hunters.
“Yeah,” laughed Connor. “I just don’t get it. Remember last time, when that Pheobe girl stuck two arrows in my helmet?” “Yeah,” said Travis. “Of course I do. You looked like a dork.” “Watch who you’re calling a dork, dork,” Connor protested. “My point is, why aren’t they fighting so hard this time?” Because it’s a trap, I thought triumphantly. Because while you might be all fine out here, right about now the Hunters will be kicking it up over in the deeper parts of the forest. Your friends are getting fried right about now! Smiling, I drew an arrow, notched it, and aimed right where I heard the voices. I heard a thump and an outraged “Ow!” and knew that I had hit my target dead-on. Three boys towards us, one of them—Travis—now sporting an arrow sticking out of the front of his helmet like a unicorn horn. It wasn’t deep enough to puncture the skin, but it had been a warning, and it had clearly dazed Travis.
“Defend the flag,” I shouted to Sara and Lily, who locked shields. I surged forward and glanced around for an opening—there. Sam was backed up against a tree. With accuracy only ten years of being a Hunter—and being a daughter of the god of archery, of course—could bring, I shot two arrows through Sam’s sleeves, trapping him. He was pinned up against the trunk, and try as he might he couldn’t escape. Now for the Stoll brothers and Pollux. They couldn’t get back to their base or they would bring reinforcements. “Get the flag!” Connor yelled at his brother and Pollux, and they ran around me. I unsheathed my hunting knife and slashed through Connor’s armor, leaving him unprotected. I backed him up against the same trunk that Sam was pinned to. Pollux was behind me, but Sara tripped him before he could get to the flag, and Lily knocked him out with her shield. In my momentary triumph I forgot about Travis. He came from behind and attempted to slash my back, but I turned at the last possible second, and he cut off a good chunk of my hair. “Hey!” I said, but I didn’t have time to worry about it as Connor was freeing Sam. “No way,” I said, and I slammed the flat side of my knife onto the back of his head. He collapsed at my feet, unconscious. Now for Travis. Maneuvering around him, I slashed at his armor like I had Connor’s…except he jumped, and my aim was a little off. I slashed through his pants, revealing polka-dotted underwear. In Travis’s momentary start of surprised, I slammed into him and backed him up against the tree, my knife to his throat.
I turned to my friends. “Lily?” I said. “Would you mind taking these prisoners to the jail?” “Not a problem.” Lily said, her crystal blue eyes gleaming. With distaste she prodded Connor with her foot until he woke up. Then she took her two long hunting knifes and poked them into each of their backs, forcing them to move along. I took their weapons. “I’ll come back for the those two,” she assured me, gesturing at Sam and Pollux. “Wait!” Sam exclaimed. “I’m your brother! You wouldn’t lock me up!” “Right, just like you wouldn’t steal my flag,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Sorry,” he mumbled. I took his bow. “Where’d you get this?” I asked. “Gift from Dad?” “No,” he said. “Just the one of the camp ones. But last time he visited he said he’d get me a cooler one.” “Good,” I said. “So I can do this.” I snapped it in half. Sam gasped. “Roxanne! How could you! My bow!” he stuttered. “Sorry, little bro,” I shrugged. “Like you said, you’ll get a new one soon. Wait—Dad’s been visiting camp?” “Yeah, well, just once, when that Rachel girl became the new Oracle. Will you let me go now that you’ve broken my bow?” “Sorry dude,” I told him. “This just isn’t your lucky day.”
Fifteen minutes later Lily returned and told me the Stolls were all locked up. “Good,” I said. She took Sam and Pollux and led them away. By the time she returned, the game had ended. And, as always, the Hunters had won.
The campers were all groaning and complaining as we made our way back to the cabin. “Well, that was fun,” I said. I almost wished that I had been in the midst of the game, deeper in the forest, but I was glad that I had been where I had been. I trusted my fellow Hunters completely, but I wasn’t positive if Lily and Sara could have held back the four boys alone. I knew they could defend the flag, but if even one of the campers had gotten away, they would have brought reinforcements, which Lily and Sara couldn’t have been able to take.
We got back to cabin eight and stretched out. The interior of the cabin looked like a clearing in a forest, complete with a removable glass roof so we could see the stars, and a campfire. I could swear it was bigger on the inside. We had burnt the bunk-beds last time we had been here, preferring to use our sleeping bags. We spread them out on the grassy floor. Our falcons and wolves curled up among the trees. Eva, a daughter of Hermes, had stolen us some marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers from the mess hall, and we feasted on s’mores.
Filled with the gooey sweetness of s’mores, flushed with the victory of winning the game, and yet worried for our fellow hunter, we eventually drifted to sleep.

Through the Time-Vortex

“Um…I think we’re experiencing some slight difficulties!” The Doctor yelled to Amy from the TARDIS console. “Tell me something new,” Amy responded, rolling her eyes, as the TARDIS shook uncontrollably. Suddenly, the movement stopped. The lights went out. Amy stood and looked around. “Doctor…” she called uncertainly. “Rory…?” “Amy! Are you okay?” came Rory’s nervous voice. Hearing him sound so worried made her more confident. She was a pro at this; Rory was only starting out. “Where’s the Doctor?” she asked. “Can you see him?” “I’m fine!” the Doctor yelled. “Let me just…” he pressed a few buttons and the lights flickered back on. “Doctor? What just happened?” Amy asked, walking up the steps to the TARDIS controls. “Nothing, nothing, just a few slight difficulties, nothing to worry about,” the Doctor said, trying to sound cheerful. His expression told otherwise. “Don’t lie to me,” Amy said, punching the Doctor. “Let’s just take a look outside, shall we?” the Doctor said, pulling the screen towards him. They were on a foggy beach. “No way,” the Doctor breathed. “What?” Amy asked concernedly. “Is this place bad?” “Well, other than the fact that there must be holes in the walls of the universes and all of reality is going to collaps, this is a lovely spot,” the Doctor said. “Oh, perfect,” Amy said. “Have you been here before, then?” “Twice. Well, once, technically. The first time I was a hologram.” “What’s this place called?” The Doctor stared at her. “Bad Wolf Bay,” he said.
“Bad Wolf Bay?” Amy asked. “What kind of a name is that?” “That’s not important. What’s important is that we shouldn’t be here.” “Why not?” Amy demanded. “It’s a beach! What’s wrong with that?” “Other than the fact that it’s a parallel universe that should be completely sealed off from our universe? Oh, nothing,” the Doctor responded. “Come on, then, Pond. Rory, come on! We’d better go see what’s going on…”
The trio was greeted by a blond girl about Amy’s age. “Where’s the Doctor?” she asked sternly. “I’m the Doctor, Rose,” the Doctor responded. Amy wondered how he knew the girl, if she was from a parallel universe. The girl, Rose, looked hesitant. “You’ve regenerated since I saw you last.” “Yep,” the Doctor said. “Is that a bad thing? You’ve got your Doctor now.” “I suppose so,” Rose said. She turned to Amy and Rory. “Hi. I’m Rose Tyler.” “Amy Pond,” Amy said. “And my husband, Rory Williams.” Rose looked relieved. “So you haven’t replaced me so fast,” she said to the Doctor. “Oh, come on, I couldn’t replace you!” the Doctor insisted. “Why? What do you mean?” Amy said curiously. “Who is she, Doctor?” “You don’t know? He hasn’t even mentioned me once?” Rose demanded. Amy thought. “Mmm…no. What about to you, Rory? Has he ever mentioned a Rose Tyler?” “No, no, I don’t think so,” Rory said. Rose looked hurt. “Doctor…” “Look, you’re a universe away. I couldn’t dwell on you. I had to move on.” “I didn’t. I never did.” “Oh, sure you did. You’ve got your Doctor. That’s what I did for you. That’s why I had to move on. You could be happy. But I couldn’t. I’ve changed. I’m different now, Rose. I…right before I regenerated, I saw you. I saw you before I met you. Do you remember, on January 1st, 2005, a man asked you what year it was?” “And then he told me I was going to have a really good year,” Rose breathed. “That was you?” “Yep.” Rose smiled, looked away, and then looked back. “You’re wearing a bow-tie,” she pointed out. “Yeah. Bow-ties are cool.” Rose laughed. “You’re right. You are different. But you’re the same, too.” “What happened, Rose? Why am I here? It should be impossible. It is impossible.” Rose looked grim. “Because I needed you. I think he’s dying.”
The Doctor seemed to know what she was talking about. “Where is he?” “Back at home. I knew this would be the only place I could find you. This is the only place where the TARDIS can get through, right?” “But this shouldn’t happen. You can’t just rip holes through the universe. Rose, listen to me.” He stepped close to her and stared her down. “You can’t. First off, how’d you do it?” “I work for Torchwood now, Doctor. It was founded to track and stop you, you know that. We have our ways. We locked on to the TARDIS, and brought it here. I’m not sure how, exactly. I wasn’t involved in the project, but I was allowed to use it to locate you.” “You never give up, do you Rose Tyler?” the Doctor said, smiling slightly. “Nope,” Rose said. He hugged her. “Good to see you, Rose.” “You too, Doctor.” Amy and Rory exchanged glances. They’d never heard about this Rose before. Why was it that the Doctor seemed to know her so well?
The Doctor stepped away. “Ah, right, proper introductions! Amy, Rory, this is my former companion Rose. Rose, these are my current companions, Amy and Rory. Rose, do you think I could talk to your coworkers at Torchwood? I think I might know how they managed to bring the TARDIS here.” “Yeah, yeah, sure! Just as soon as we get home you can have a word with them.” “Doctor…” Amy said as Rose walked towards her car. “Who is she?” “I told you,” the Doctor said, smiling. “No you didn’t,” she said fiercely. “Who is she really?” “Just an old friend, Pond. Come on!”
“Yeah, but hang on, Rose,” the Doctor said as he climbed into the front passanger seat. “’Cos there’s more than that. It’s not that you just can’t rip holes in the universe. You shouldn’t, and that outways the can’t, especially with you. It’s putting all of reality in danger. “Did you honestly think you’d never see me again, Doctor,” Rose replied simply. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have. But that’s not the point. I did all I could to make sure you wouldn’t harm the universes any more. I wanted you happy, I gave you what you wanted!” “I wanted you,” Rose said. “And I gave you me. A human me.” “Yeah, and now that human you is dying. Nothing’s wrong with him, he’s just…dying. And I bet you can tell me why.” For the second time, the Doctor grinned. “Rose Tyler, I shouldn’t have underestimated you. You’re too clever for your own good.” Amy was starting to feel bothered. Who was this Rose girl, and why did the Doctor like her so much? Not that she was jealous or anything. She wasn’t. It was just weird. This didn’t match anything that she knew about the Doctor. Who was this girl.
“So, Doctor, where did you and Rose meet?” Amy prompted. “Ooh, were was it?” the Doctor said reminiscently. “my apartment, remember? And the walking manikins?” “Just after New Years, 2005,” the Doctor said happily. “Hey, remember the ghosts and Gwyneth?” “How could I forget?” Rose laughed. “And then a hundred something years later, her great-great-granddaughter is working with the Rift!” “Runs in the family,” the Doctor said. Rose laughed again. “Ooh—and New Earth?” “That was great,” the Doctor said, smiling. “I went there again, few years ago, with Martha.” “You took her to the same planets you took me?” Rose complained, punching him lightly. “Why does everyone overreact about that! Anyways, you’ll never guess who was there.” “Who?” Rose asked. “Not Cassandra?” “No, of course not—the Face of Boe.” “No way!” Rose said. “So what was his great secret?” “He told me ‘You Are Not Alone.’ Long story—but wait, it gets better. Guess who is the Face of Boe? Or at least, I’m lead to believe?” “Who?” Rose asked eagerly. “Jack!” “No way!” Rose gasped. “You’re kidding? Really?” “He lives for millions of years,” the Doctor said, nodding. “Oh my God, that’s amazing!” Rose exclaimed. “Yeah, it is,” the Doctor agreed. “Ooh—remember Harriet Jones on Christmas Day?” the Doctor said humorously, but Rose’s face grew sad.
“That’s what began our little experience with Torchwood,” she mumbled sadly. “Yeah. Yeah, I ‘spose you’re right.” “And Harriet gave her life to save you,” Rose reminded him. “Yeah, I know. Sorry, wrong thing to say.” “So,” Rose said, turning her attention back to Amy and Rory. “Where have you taken these two?” “Oh, let’s see…Venice, 2015, this weird dream world…We met Vincent Van Gogh, Romans, Weeping Angels—that was horrible—ah, let’s see, what else? We visited the future, caught up with River Song…Oh, and you'll never guess who I ran into a few weeks ago, while these two were on there honeymoon.” "Who?" Rose asked. "Sarah Jane Smith! Twice!" "Oh, how is she?" Rose asked happily. "Good, good, her son, Luke, is at University--" "Isn't he, like, only fifteen years old?" Rose asked. "Yep! And she's got two kids helping her, Rani and Clyde, some of Luke's friends. Oh, and K9! And they did something to do with the Mona Lisa, but I'm not sure what..." he trailed of, looking disappointed. Rose laughed. "Well, hurry up! Mum and Dad will be pleased to see you. And my little brother, Tony. He's three years old now. And...my kids." "Really?" the Doctor asked, looking amazed. "Yep. Twins, boy and girl, about a year old. Their names are Annabeth and Lucas. Little Annie and Lukey. Less than a year old. See you've got to help me, Doctor, you've got to save him. Not just for me. For them." She looked at him pleadingly. "Rose..." the Doctor sat down on a rock and rubbed his eyes. "He might have a half-life. Or...what happened to Donna might be happening to him. Slowly. There might not be anything I can do." "But you can try," Rose insisted. "I'll try," the Doctor agreed. "But there might not be anything I can do..."

The Lost Planet

(Before we start, let’s get one thing clear: I know that this story could never happen. But it’s fun to think it might. So before all the fun ends sometime during Season 4 or 5 of The Clone Wars, let’s just imagine that this could happen. I mean it can’t at all, so you know what…just forget it…)
Trever Flume woke abruptly. He sat up and looked around to find out what had woken him from his dream. Unlike many of the nightmares he had now a day, this dream had been a good one. His family had been in it…alive and well.
He heard a small sob and knew that was what had wrenched him from the pleasant world of dreams. Quietly, he edged off his sleep couch and made his way to where the noise had come from. As he turned a corner of the transport he was on, he saw dark, curly hair.
Astri. Of course. Her son was missing, after all. He was a Force-sensitive, and that wasn’t the best thing to be anymore. Of course (though he never would have admitted it to his Jedi friend Ferus) Trever would kill to be Force sensitive, even in these dangerous times. Not only could Ferus and Solace, his two Jedi companions, do some pretty sweet jumps and leaps, but being Force sensitive would definetly helped him when he was still in the thief business. Oh yeah, and maybe Ferus would pay a little more attention to him, which would be nice. Not that Trever would admit to anyone that he wanted that. He wouldn’t even admit it to himself.
For a boy just turned fourteen (his birthday had been a week before, but he had never celebrated his birthday to begin with, so why start now?) Trever had seen a lot. His parents and brother had died at the hands of the Empire. He had become one of the most successful thieves on the black market of his home planet, Bellassa. Then he had befriended Ferus and Roan, and they had become his new family. They were his new brothers. Later Ferus and Roan both were captured by the Empire more than once, but they had escaped. Ferus had become a double spy, appearing to work for the Empire, but actually giving information back to the resistance he and Roan had formed on Bellassa, The Eleven. Trever had thought Ferus was really working for the Empire. Now he realized that Ferus wasn’t, but he was in even more shock then he had been when he had first thought Ferus had betrayed him. Roan was dead. Darth Vader had killed him, right before Ferus and Trever’s eyes.
But, Trever supposed, right now Astri needed more help than he did.
“Shhh, Astri, it’s all right,” said a surprisingly gentle female voice. Trever started in surprise. Other then Astri, there were only two other woman on board the ship. Neither was exactly gentle. For a second, Trever’s mind flashed to Dr. Amie Anton, who had just recently joined The Eleven after the Empire had threatened her son. But Amie was still on Bellassa, not on this ship. Trever took a step foreward, and was surprised to see Flame comforting Astri.
Flame was a rich, striking lady who wanted to help the resistances from various planets band together, to create one army against the Empire. She would fund the resistance with her great wealth. She called the operation “Moonstrike.”
Flame was not very gentle, but she was kind. She flashed a warning look at Trever: don’t come any closer, I’ve got it under control, she’ll only get more upset if she knew you overheard. She said to Astri “Lune is a smart boy. He’ll keep out of trouble. And we don’t know if they know that Lune is Force-sensitive.” “Yes, we do,” Astri sobbed. “They said the Stormtroopers saw him! And it doesn’t matter that Lune is smart—that’s just the problem. He thinks he’s much older than he is. He thinks he can handle this on his own. He will do something foolish, I just know it!” “You must trust that your son had inharitied your good instincts. You must trust that he will do the right thing,” Flame scolded gently. Astri nodded and wiped her eyes. She lifted her head and got up. She passed Trever without even knowing he was there.
“Do you really believe Lune will be okay?” Trever asked Flame once Astri was out of earshot. Even though he barely knew the kid, his companions had faced so much with him they had become his family, even short-tempered Solace and Clive, who had almost killed him about a week ago. He didn’t like to admit it, but he had been wondering if eight-year-old Lune would be okay.
Flame shot him a look. “How should I know? If there’s anyone we should be asking, it would be Ferus. I know he’s interested in whatever that Twilight project is, but if it’s really a Large Scale Operation, like he said, there’s nothing he can do to stop it alone, so he might as well come back.” “But we’re going to him,” Trever reminded her. “We’ll be at Bellassa in two more days.” “Right,” Flame mumbled. She walked out of the room briskly. It wasn’t hard to see why Flame and Solace were quickly becoming friends. If Flame was a Jedi, Trever probably wouldn’t even be able to tell the two of them apart.
Suddenly, there was a bump. Trever ignored it and headed for the galley. Then there was another, so strong it knocked him off his feet. He heard Astri scream and someone shout “we’re crashing!” The ship began to spin rapidly, until the world went black.
“Mmmm,” Trever moaned. He rolled over and got up, but he was weak. He crashed back down. He was in a large transport, but it was not the one that he had crashed it. He was lying on a stretcher, a med droid checking over him. A girl’s voice, off to the side, said “Well, look at that. You’re alive. Quite a fall you took. Wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve got pebbles in your skull, the way you landed.” “Uh, yeah,” Trever said. “Would you mind telling me where I am? And who you are?” The girl laughed. “You’re almost as impatient as…well you’re impatient, anyways. How ‘bout a ‘thank you’ for saving your life,” “Thank you,” Trever said, exasperated. “Now would you please tell me?” “Well, this planet doesn’t really exist, does it? ‘Cause if it did, that rotten Emperor would own it, and you wouldn’t be alive, would you?” “How can this planet not exist?” Trever asked, turning to face the girl. She was about his age—maybe a year older, a little shorter than him, and she was Togruta. She was wearing a long sleeve, maroon top with diamond shaped holes in the sleeves, and a short skirt and leggings. Trever figured she must be freezing, but the girl looked perfectly composed. “Well,” the girl went on to explain, “My Master and I got into a bit of a…rivalry, you could say, with a group of bounty hunters. They captured me and faked my death to lead my Master into a trap. They kept me alive only as a way to manipulate him if he tried to fight them. But something went wrong, and the capsule they kept me and the troopers in was suddenly ejected and all I know is that I landed on this planet. It was never inhabited, and its to rough to settle. There are a lot of rumors about this place, so back when there was the Rebublic a few Senetors told everyone that this planet didn’t exist and that it was nothing more than a ghost story. People bought that. So no one bothered to look here for us, as this planet ‘doesn’t exist.’ Everyone thinks we’re dead.” She said glumily. “A while ago, this transport crashed into the planet’s surface. All of its passengers were dead. It’s very large, and still very much intact—well, except for the fact that it can’t get a foot off the ground—so we decided to make it our home. And we found a few holocrons, so we pretty much know what’s going on in the rest of the galaxy.” “Uh, by we, who do you mean?” Trever asked impatiently. “And who are you?” The girl smiled warmly. “I’m Ahsoka Tano. Pleasure to meet you. And by we, I mean…” suddenly, a door slid open and three men holding helmets came into the med area. “Those are storm troopers!” Trever exclaimed. “You’re with the Empire!” “no,” Ahsoka said, frowning. “not storm troopers. Clone troopers. And I’m not with the Empire. I’m a Jedi.”
“You’re a Jedi?” Trever asked disbelievingly. “Well, not a Jedi exactly. I was still a Padawan when I got marooned here. Even if I got off this planet, I hear there’s no more Jedi left, huh? I’ll always be a Jedi, though, even if the rest of them are gone.” “But, Ferus is looking for Jedi! He’s finding the last of them!” “Ferus? Ferus Olin? Wasn’t he the one who left the Jedi Order before he was promoted to Knight? Wasn’t he Siri Tachi’s Padawan?” “Yes…” “Oh,” Ahsoka said, her frown deepening. “He was always kind to us younglings when he was still at the Temple. We all looked up to him. But Anakin never liked him much,” “Anakin?” Trever said, looking curious. “Anakin Skywalker? Ferus told me about him. Why do you care that Anakin Skywalker didn’t like Ferus?” “Because Anakin was my Master,” Ahsoka said, turning away from Trever. “He was my best friend. But that hardly matters. He’s dead now. But I should have known. He was dying even before he met me. That’s why he always got mad when…” “When what?” Trever asked cautiously. “When I was in trouble. The way he looked at the person who was doing me harm. It was scary. He was like that whenever anyone threatened either me or Padme. She was his one of his best friends, I think, and maybe she was even more than a friend to him. But…why does that matter now? Padme’s dead, too. And according to the archives, I’m dead, too.” “What?” Trever asked. Ahsoka wasn’t making any sense. She angrily brushed a tear away from her eye. She turned to face Trever again, and said, trying to sound cheerful, “So what’s your name? I would have asked earlier, had you not been in a bacta tank for the past twelve hours.” “My name’s Trever Flume,” Trever said. “And why are you traveling with two Jedi and Astri Oddo?” Ahsoka asked. “How’d you—“ I saw their lightsabers,” Ahsoka asked. “And Anakin introduced me to Astri years ago. She was a good friend of Master Obi-Wan’s. But he’s dead too, now,” she said glumly. She looked like the sort of person who had been cheery and fun to be around before, but had been scarred and was still in a process of emotional healing, and therefore could still be solemn at times. Trever wanted to get to know the cheerful version of Ahsoka. Making up his mind at the last second, he blurted out, ‘He’s not dead.” Then he bit his lip. He had promised Ferus that he would not tell anyone. But clearly Ahsoka had been close to Obi-Wan. She deserved the right to know.
“What do you mean, he’s not dead?” Ahsoka asked warily. “How would you know? I heard about Order 66. All the Jedi are dead, except the ones you are traveling with. “no,” Trever said. “ I saw him. I met him. Ferus introduced me. He’s in exile on Tatooine. He won’t tell Ferus what he’s doing there. It’s driving Ferus nuts.” “You mean…he’s actually alive?” Ahsoka asked. “Yes,” Trever said. “But then…he can get to Anakin!” she said excitedly. “Of course! Anakin always said Obi-Wan was like a father to him! This is great!” “What do you mean?” Ferus asked, confused. “Anakin Skywalker is dead, you said it yourself.” “Before the bounty hunters caught me, I found some things out about my Master,” Ahsoka explained. “I knew even more then Obi-Wan did. I had a vision…several visions in fact. They scared me…but they explained some things. Anakin isn’t—he’s still alive—I knew it, the visions were right, all of them! This is my only chance!” Ahsoka was struggling to speak. She turned to Trever abruptly. "You've got to help me." "What?!" Trever said loudly. Ahsoka snapped her fingers impatiently. "You need to help me get to Tatooine! I need to find Master Obi-Wan! Are you any good with machines? I learned some tricks from Anakin, but I'm going to need a bunch of help." "What are you talking about? I'm not going to Tatooine! I need to go to Bellassa!" "Please, Trever! This ship is unfix-able, but maybe we could fix yours!" "No, way! First off, Ferus would KILL ME for even telling you Obi-Wan was still alive. Second, I NEED TO GET TO BELLASSA! Third, YOU'RE CRAZY!" Ahsoka rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I'm the crazy one. Look, if you help me out, I'll help you." "Oh, yeah? How?" Trever asked suspiciously. "I'm a Jedi," Ahsoka said, shrugging. "And..." Trever asked. "And, well, we can be pretty helpful you know," Ahsoka continued. "Besides, I thought you were looking for the last of the Jedi." Trever scowled. "Hey, I never said anything about me! Trever's looking for the last of them, and if you ask me, I think he's crazy. Then again, he's just taking orders from your friend--maybe HE'S the crazy one!" "Bad move," the clone trooper nearbye muttered. Ahsoka moved so fast Trever barely knew what was happening. A second later, there was a bright green lightsaber pointed at his neck. "Don't. Even. Go there," Ahsoka advised. Trever nodded weakly. Ahsoka deactivated her lightsaber and put her head in her hands miserably. "Sorry," she moaned. "It's just so hard...look, Trev, Obi-Wan's the last bit of hope I have. You've GOT to help me find him!" For a second, Trever was taken aback. "Did you just call me TREV?" he asked in disbelief. "Yeah, I was right, all Jedi are crazy," he muttered to himself. Ahsoka laughed "Oh, that's nothin'! I used to call Anakin "Skyguy" all the time!" "Really?" Trever said, half-laughing. "How'd that get started?" "Oh, I don't even remember now--oh, yeah, I had just been chosen as a Padawan, and he was being really mean to me. He kept calling me a Youngling and refused to accept me as his Padawan. I was getting really irritated, so I blurted out "You're stuck with me, Skyguy!" Trever laughed. "Yeah, and Rex here was laughing his head off!" Ahsoka added happily. "I was not!" the clone trooper, presumable Rex, protested. "Yes you were!" Ahsoka laughed. "And what did Anakin do?" "He got really mad," Ahsoka said. "But I think that's when he realized I really WAS his Padawan. I mean, he was still in denial, but Obi-Wan told me Anakin used to say things like that when HE was a Padawan." "He seems a lot funner then Ferus makes him sound, the few times Ferus has talked about him," Trever commented. "He was really funny. He had a...well, a different way of doing things, to put it nicely--but I liked it that way. He taught me to not always follow directions, because sometimes there are better ways to get through things. I still remember everything he taught me..." Trever watched Ahsoka as she drifted away. A few minutes later, she snapped right back into her usual style. "You feeling well enough to get up? Come on, I'll help you." Trever tried to get up off the sleep couch. He took a few steps with Ahsoka gingerly holding his arm, then fell weakly. "oof," Ahsoka said as his wait pulled her down. "Rex, come help," "Yes, sir," Rex replied. These clone troopers are as empty-minded as Stormtroopers. Can they do anything other than take orders? Trever thought blearily as Rex and Ahsoka helped him up. The Clone Trooper, Rex, seemed a lot nicer than a Storm Trooper, though. "Why are they called Storm Troopers anyways?" Trever mumbled randomly as they helped him limp to a cafeteria room and sit down. "Huh?" Ahsoka said, taken aback. She laughed. "Yeah, we're the crazy ones!" she said. "I'm going to get you some food, and then you should rest. Clearly you're not thinking straight." Trever nodded. "I'm dizzy," he complained. "I guess getting up was a bit of an effort for you. Here," Ahsoka handed him a tray that held some fruit and a few protein pellets. Trever popped one in his mouth. "Yuck!" he spluttered. "Sorry," Ahsoka said sympathetically. "When I first tried one, my reaction was the same. Except, of course, I was in the middle of a battle and really didn't have much of a choice," she added. "What are MY other choices?" Trever asked hopefully. "Don't eat," Ahsoka said, shrugging. "Not much of a choice," Trever commented. "Sorry, but this is all we have. Be thankful there's fruit, at least. After a while the protein pellets start to taste almost-good, don't worry." Trever made a face. Hopefully, he wouldn't be here that long. "Where are my friends?" he asked. "Astri was well enough to leave the med center but still not well enough to leave her room, Flame got better ages ago but is refusing to leave her room--don't ask me why, I've got no idea, Solace should be getting here any second for lunch, and the rest of your friends are still in the med center, sorry," Ahsoka ticked off quickly. "Oh, and the rest of your sanity should be joining us any minute now," she joked, smirking. Trever was not amused. He stabbed his slice of fruit with a fork. "You can be really...snippy sometimes, did you know that?" Ahsoka froze for a second. Then she turned back to Trever, her expression unreadable. "Yeah. I've been told." She walked away without another word.
Trever didn't know what he had done wrong. Clearly Ahsoka was upset about SOMETHING, but what? He looked at Rex helplessly. Rex looked uncomfortable. "It was you're comment about her being 'snippy.'" Rex wouldn't say anything else. Trever shrugged and ran after Ahsoka, deciding not to eat the disgusting protein pellets. "Hey," he said playfully. "Aren't you gonna show me your room?" Ahsoka rolled her eyes. "This way," she sighed. There was silence for a few minutes. "Are you always this annoying?" Ahsoka suddenly asked. "Are you?" he shot back. She did not look amused. "It's funny--your friend Obi-Wan asked the exact same question. Actually, I can't remember if he actually said it or not--but he sure wanted to." "So the answer to my question is 'yes?'" "Hey!" Trever said. Then he realized that despite her serious tone, she was joking. "Well, just as long as you're not always this way," he said, shrugging. "What was so wrong 'bout me calling you 'snippy?'" Ahsoka froze again. Then she shook her head. "There was just a little...joke my old master had," Ahsoka explained slowly. "After I called him Skyguy, I guess he decided to tease me back. At first, like I said, he was angry. He asked me why I was so 'snippy.' That turned into a joke. He called me Snips all the time. At first it was just to irritate me and get back at me for calling him Skyguy, but soon it was really my nickname. He just...called me that, cos I was "Snips" to him. No one's called me Snips in a lo-o-o-ong time." "You really miss your old master, don't you?" Trever said cautiously. Ahsoka was silent for a long time. "Yeah," she finally said. She finally stopped walking. "Here's were you'll be staying," Ahsoka said briskly, opening a door and leading Trever into a small but comfortable room. "Enjoy your stay," she added dryly. She turned to leave. "Ahsoka?" Trever said timidly. "Just so you know, Ferus misses his Master, too. I guess it's just a thing with Jedi, huh?" Ahsoka didn't turn around to answer him. "No one cared about their Masters as much as I cared about Anakin," she said slowly. "And no Master cared about their Padawan as much as he cared about me. He didn't mean to betray me." And with that, she left Trever with a million questions.
Trever sat on his sleep couch lamely for a few minutes. Hey lied down, but he couldn't sleep. He paced, but there wasn't much room. He tried hanging up-side-down for a few minutes on the sleep couch. He only felt dizzy. Urg, this place was so...BORING. Trever decided he might as well visit Astri. She might not be well enough to get up yet, but he was sure she'd be cheered up a little by a visit. And he doubted Flame or Solace would come to comfort her. Trever sighed . There was nothing else to do. He walked out of his room...
And immediately was lost. A few Clone Troopers passed him. They still intimidated him, but he decided it wouldn't hurt to ask for directions. "Excuse me, but do you know where Astri's quarters are?" he asked nervously. "Sure, kid," one of the clones said. He pointed down the hall. "That way, turn right, go through the cafeteria, then down the other hall, third door on your left." "Thanks," Trever said. He hurried off along the hall, passed through the cafeteria, hurried along the other hall, and ended up at Astri's quarters.
Ahsoka was inside, gently dressing a nasty scratch on Astri's arm. Trever came in quietly. "Hi, Trev," Ahsoka said softly, not taking her eyes off of Astri's scratch. "Trever," Astri said warmly, trying not to wince. "You're awake!" "And we're both alive," Trever pointed out happily. "Astri, you need to rest," Ahsoka said. "I'm going to use the Force to put you in a trance--but don't worry, you'll be safe. Trever, you can stay with her if you want." "You leaving?" Trever asked. "No, I'll stay here and watch Astri, make sure she's okay when she wakes up," Ahsoka decided. "Oh. Why aren't you just getting a med droid to do this?" Trever asked. "The med droids are busy looking after your other friends. Besides, I was no Jedi Healer back at the Temple, but I picked up a few tricks. And I think that sometimes the Living Force is the best Healer--droids are so cold, know what I mean?" Trever nodded, even though he didn't. Jedi, he thought, as he mentally rolled his eyes. Trever watched as Ahsoka looked at Astri sympathetically."I think she'll be okay for the moment," she commented. Suddenly Trever felt dizzy. His legs turned to jelly and he crumbled at Ahsoka's feet. "You, on the other hand..." Ahsoka commented. "Did you eat?" "That discusting stuff?" Trever pointed out, making a face. "Of course not," he added weakly. "You need energy if you want to recover," Ahsoka said, rolling her eyes. "Come on! Let's get you back to your room." She helped him limp back. "Stay here," she advised. "I'm going to get you some fruit and water. Don't move. I'll be right back." She left.
Trever's brain was clearly addled. He began thinking random thoughts. I wonder what Ferus ate for breakfast. Probably something better than those horrible protein pellets! The Clone Troopers are nice. I wish Storm Troopers were nice like that. Seriously, WHY ARE THEY CALLED STORM TROOPERS??? Oh well. I hope Ahsoka brings me some good fruit, not something gross. I hope Astri's okay. Ahsoka's cute. Whoa, were did that come from?! Ah, who am I kidding? She is cute. To bad the girl Jedi I know are always like "no attachments. Ever." Sigh. Ahsoka came back in, holding a tray. Trever blushed and hoped she couldn't sense his embarassment. She probably could. Wow, Jedi could get annoying with their Force abilities.
There was one thing that Trever still didn't fully understand. "How did I even end up here?" he wondered aloud. "I mean...all I remember is Astri shouting "we're crashing," and then...boom, I woke up here. What happened. Were we out of power? Did something crash into us?" "From what I saw, you just sort of fell from the sky," Ahsoka said. "We saw your ship entering our atmosphere, burning up--but by the looks of it, other than that, it was totally unharmed until it crashed into the planet. Our scans told us that there was life on board the ship. We hurried into the wreckage and saved you guys. I found you--you were sprawled over a ledge like a limp rag. I was sure you were dead, but you had a pulse. You looked fine--just a few small cuts--but you had thirteen broken bones, and seven fractures. You were in a bacta tank for two weeks, and knocked out for five days after that," Ahsoka recited. "Two weeks?" Trever asked, gaping. "thirteen days, if you want to be exact," Ahsoka said, shrugging. "I was surprised you made it." "And all my friends are all right?" Trever asked. "They're all fine," Ahsoka said, nodding. "But you have no idea how we ended up here? Before the crash, I mean?" "I...have a theory," Ahsoka said hesitantly. "Yeah?" Trever asked. "Well...I think you're here...for a reason." "What? Like Fate? There's no such thing," Trever dismissed quickly. "Oh, really?" Ahsoka snapped. "Yeah," Trever replied. Ahsoka glared at him. "What proof do you have that there's such a thing as Fate?" Trever demanded. "Well, it was a long time ago--or maybe not that long, but it feels that way--I met these three beings who were more powerful with the Force than anyone else in the universe. We met because it was Fate. The leader of the three--the Father--explained that too us...sort of." Ahsoka had a strange look on her face, like she was arguing with herself. She sighed and turned to Trever. "I haven't told you the complete truth. This place...it's not just an uninhabitable planet--if it was, we wouldn't exactly be alive, would we? This place literally doesn't exist--but it does exist at the same time. Don't try to understand it--it just makes it more confusing. All I know is that this is the place where...well...this place is called Mortis. And...oh, it's so complicated!" she said, exasperated. But the clones and me? We would have died if not for Mortis. It sucked us in and saved us. And somehow, it saved you, too..."