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locker_monsterTitle: Anomalies (1/1)
Rating: G
Characters: Jenny, Dawn
Timeline: Post-“The Doctor’s Daughter” and Post-“Chosen”
Summary: Who knew a cloned soldier and a human-form key could have so much in common.
Disclaimer: Not mine, but I’m still hopeful that one day Russell and Joss will meet and create something awesome together.
A/N: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wholand crossover challenge (write a 300+ drabble based on one of the crossover prompts). I was tempted to toss in Luke and Connor as well, but that’s a crossover for another time. Un-beta'd, so pardon the mistakes.
Jenny sighed. Though she was technically only a month old, she had seen enough of the universe in her stolen shuttle that it felt like every two-legged organism with just an iota of megalomania had to bask in the glory of his or her triumph. For whatever reason, that meant they had to laugh their heads off like a complete fool.
Her look of utter boredom went unnoticed by the man currently cackling like a Carrionite. He stood on a raised dais made out of bones and all he needed was a bubbling cauldron to complete his impression.
The cage that housed Jenny avoided any clichés. It was made out of thick steel and refused to bend under any assault. She leaned back against the bars, putting her back to the man so she wouldn’t have to watch his performance.
The other prisoner in the cage, a girl roughly her age with long brown hair, was crammed in one corner, her taller height forcing her to hunch her shoulders. She looked equally bored, like she had seen and heard it all, too.
“What does he mean we’re both ‘anomalies’?”
Jenny hadn’t paid much attention to the man’s ranting. Kidnapping her and shoving her into a cage hadn’t endeared him to her. But the girl’s question made her perk up with interest. It was clear the man needed them both for whatever scheme he had planned and now it seemed she and the girl had something in common.
“I’m a clone,” said Jenny, choosing her words carefully. “I was grown out of a machine about a month ago.”
The girl blinked at her, but her mouth didn’t fall open in astonishment. She stared silently at Jenny for a few seconds more before she finally spoke. “I’m the embodiment of living energy. A group of monks gave me human form about three years ago.”
If it was possible, the girl’s story sounded more fanciful than her own. “I was bred to fight in a seven day old war.”
“I was made to open the doors between realities.”
Jenny paused to think before replying, “My only relative is a Time Lord.”
“My only relative is a Slayer,” the girl countered.
Jenny grinned, getting into the flow of the words. “All my memories are about being a soldier.”
It was here that the girl faltered. In the background, the man chanted in some nonsensical language. Jenny didn’t have to be a mind reader to know she had hit upon a sore topic.
“My memories were created by the monks,” the girl said softly.
The girl didn’t need to say more. If she hadn’t been human before three years ago, and she looked like she was sixteen, than anything before the age of fourteen was obviously made up. Jenny may have had only a month’s worth of memories, but they were her own.
She understood now what the man meant. Neither she nor the girl had been born. They had both been made for a purpose. Genetic anomalies.
Bridging the small space between them, Jenny held out her hand. “I’m Jenny.”
The girl returned the gesture with a firm handshake. “Dawn.”
“So, Dawn, are you tired of this cage?”
The man stopped chanting. Dawn watched him approach the cage while Jenny glanced over her shoulder. He wielded a knife nearly as long as her arm. The grin on his face suggested all sorts of wicked things.
The sight of him didn’t faze either of them.
“He doesn’t stand a chance,” declared Dawn.
Rating: G
Characters: Jenny, Dawn
Timeline: Post-“The Doctor’s Daughter” and Post-“Chosen”
Summary: Who knew a cloned soldier and a human-form key could have so much in common.
Disclaimer: Not mine, but I’m still hopeful that one day Russell and Joss will meet and create something awesome together.
A/N: Written for the
wholand crossover challenge (write a 300+ drabble based on one of the crossover prompts). I was tempted to toss in Luke and Connor as well, but that’s a crossover for another time. Un-beta'd, so pardon the mistakes.Jenny sighed. Though she was technically only a month old, she had seen enough of the universe in her stolen shuttle that it felt like every two-legged organism with just an iota of megalomania had to bask in the glory of his or her triumph. For whatever reason, that meant they had to laugh their heads off like a complete fool.
Her look of utter boredom went unnoticed by the man currently cackling like a Carrionite. He stood on a raised dais made out of bones and all he needed was a bubbling cauldron to complete his impression.
The cage that housed Jenny avoided any clichés. It was made out of thick steel and refused to bend under any assault. She leaned back against the bars, putting her back to the man so she wouldn’t have to watch his performance.
The other prisoner in the cage, a girl roughly her age with long brown hair, was crammed in one corner, her taller height forcing her to hunch her shoulders. She looked equally bored, like she had seen and heard it all, too.
“What does he mean we’re both ‘anomalies’?”
Jenny hadn’t paid much attention to the man’s ranting. Kidnapping her and shoving her into a cage hadn’t endeared him to her. But the girl’s question made her perk up with interest. It was clear the man needed them both for whatever scheme he had planned and now it seemed she and the girl had something in common.
“I’m a clone,” said Jenny, choosing her words carefully. “I was grown out of a machine about a month ago.”
The girl blinked at her, but her mouth didn’t fall open in astonishment. She stared silently at Jenny for a few seconds more before she finally spoke. “I’m the embodiment of living energy. A group of monks gave me human form about three years ago.”
If it was possible, the girl’s story sounded more fanciful than her own. “I was bred to fight in a seven day old war.”
“I was made to open the doors between realities.”
Jenny paused to think before replying, “My only relative is a Time Lord.”
“My only relative is a Slayer,” the girl countered.
Jenny grinned, getting into the flow of the words. “All my memories are about being a soldier.”
It was here that the girl faltered. In the background, the man chanted in some nonsensical language. Jenny didn’t have to be a mind reader to know she had hit upon a sore topic.
“My memories were created by the monks,” the girl said softly.
The girl didn’t need to say more. If she hadn’t been human before three years ago, and she looked like she was sixteen, than anything before the age of fourteen was obviously made up. Jenny may have had only a month’s worth of memories, but they were her own.
She understood now what the man meant. Neither she nor the girl had been born. They had both been made for a purpose. Genetic anomalies.
Bridging the small space between them, Jenny held out her hand. “I’m Jenny.”
The girl returned the gesture with a firm handshake. “Dawn.”
“So, Dawn, are you tired of this cage?”
The man stopped chanting. Dawn watched him approach the cage while Jenny glanced over her shoulder. He wielded a knife nearly as long as her arm. The grin on his face suggested all sorts of wicked things.
The sight of him didn’t faze either of them.
“He doesn’t stand a chance,” declared Dawn.
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