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posted by [personal profile] katherine_b at 07:25am on 18/11/2013 under , ,
Title: Redemption 46/50
Author: [livejournal.com profile] katherine_b
Rating: PG
Summary: When you have lost everything, what do you do to get it back?
Characters: The non-Doctor first glimpsed at the end of Name of the Doctor and a lot of old friends.

Part XLVI

“Save her!” Oswin begs tearfully. “Vadlott, please!”

“No.” His own tones are icy cold. “No, Oswin, I can’t and I won’t. It’s a fixed point in time that Clara Oswin Oswald dies on December 24, 1892.”

“She already has died though,” Oswin points out between sobs. “That Sontaran brought her back. It just wasn’t enough – but you could do it! You and the tardis!”

“And the very fact that Strax failed is why I won’t do it again.” The Vadlott crosses his arms over his chest, watching on the screen as the Doctor exchanges words with the dying Clara. “She is meant to die here, Oswin. The Doctor is there, watching her die, which means I can’t interfere. Once that happens, once he sees her die, there is no possibility of doing anything different.”

In silence they watch through the tardis screen as the Doctor mourns at Clara’s grave.

“Vadlott?” Clara asks softly.

“Well?”

“You saved me,” she reminds him in a small voice.

“And I broke countless laws of time to do so,” he replies grimly. “Everything in the universe says you died that day. Only one thing at the time gave me reason to hope it could be changed: that there were no eyewitnesses to your ‘death.’”

“So the Doctor thinks I’m dead?”

As if to confirm this, the Doctor’s voice interrupts their conversation. “The same woman, twice. And she died both times. The same woman!”

“You see?” the Vadlott points out. “The Doctor now he believes he’s lost both you and Clara.”

“But how can there be two of me?” she demands.

“Clara wasn’t you,” he assures her.

“But she looked like me,” Oswin argues, “sounded like me. Even acted like me sometimes!”

“She isn’t you,” the Vadlott says firmly. “However there is such a thing as spatial genetic multiplicity. People in different eras looking identical, often due to shared heritage even hundreds of years previously.”

“As simple as that?” asks Oswin in obvious disappointment. “So neither of us is anything particularly extraordinary then?”

“Oh, Oswin Oswald!” The Vadlott smiles. “It’s the most ordinary people who do the most extraordinary things!”

“Like overcoming being converted into a Dalek,” adds Oswin, sounding rather happier as the Vadlott sends the tardis away from the cemetery.

“Exactly!”

* * *

“Are you ready, Oswin?” the Time Lord demands. “We will only have a fraction of a second or they will all be lost!”

“Ready and waiting, Vadlott.”

He nods in satisfaction and returns his attention to the confrontation being beamed by wifi directly into his tardis.

“Download her back into her body right now,” the Doctor is demanding.

“I can’t,” Miss Kizlet says predictably, and the Vadlott snorts at the lie, his hands ready above the controls.

“Yes, you can,” the other Time Lord insists.

The verbal battle between them continues until the woman behind so much of this evil plan makes the admission that the Vadlott has been expecting.

“Most would simply die,” she says with brutal frankness and a complete lack of concern.

“Not going to happen,” the Vadlott says aloud. “Any second now, Oswin.”

“I’m listening, Vadlott!”

Miss Kizlet’s scream of terror as she is uploaded echoes through the console room, but the Vadlott does not allow himself any reaction to it. He knows that things will change any moment now and he has to be ready.

He watches on the screen as the base station in the form of the Doctor crosses to the desk in Miss Kizlet’s office and picks up a tablet, making an adjustment, the effect of which is clearly and immediately visible in the control room, which is visible in another office as shown on a different part of the tardis screen.

“Download me!” the captured woman is screaming, and one of her underlings nods.

“Do what she says,” he declares.

“Now, Oswin!” the Vadlott orders.

The tardis spins and clicks into action, details about the people being downloaded from the control centre spinning across the screen in Gallifreyan symbols before being transmitted securely into the bodies and minds from which they were snatched. The Vadlott and Oswin have programmed a safeguard to ensure both that the correct details are input into the right people, and also that the bodies are strong enough to receive them, but they have been unable to test it. They can only hope it will work, and the Vadlott watches anxiously as the numbers show people’s consciousness being returned to their bodies.

“Six to go,” announces Oswin. “Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Download complete.”

“Excellent,” the Vadlott tells her. “And no deaths?”

“No deaths.”

He nods, satisfied, and returns his attention to the office, frowning at the sight of Miss Kizlet speaking to a face on the wall.

“Who is that?” Oswin demands.

“At a guess, it’s the person behind that whole program.” The Vadlott frowns. “It looks like Simeon, the person who masterminded the events that killed the Victorian version of Clara.”

“And behind him was the Great Intelligence,” Oswin reminds him.

“Very true.” The Time Lord considers his past experiences with this entity. “And presuming the Great Intelligence to be still in control of events, he is not known for mercy, particularly not towards humans.”

“So what’s going to happen to Miss Kizlet?”

“What happened to Simeon?” he asks in return, which silences her.

They watch the woman pick up the tablet and look down at it as she weighs her options.

“Goodbye, Miss Kizlet,” the Great Intelligence says, and the note of finality in his tones makes the Vadlott frown.

“She’s going to reset everyone,” he announces. “Wipe them of all knowledge about everything they have just done while under the control of the Great Intelligence.”

“And she can do that?” Oswin asks somewhat hysterically.

“You’ve seen her manipulate their moods and their actions,” he reminds her. “And every computer these days comes with the possibility of returning it to its original settings. This is no different.”

He watches, knowing that his companion is doing the same, as Miss Kizlet restores the factory settings on both the computer in her hands and thus also in her workforce.

“I couldn’t imagine that,” Oswin says, her voice trembling. “Thinking about being controlled by someone else like that, with my decisions taken out of my own hands.”

“At least she had the luxury of knowing what she was doing to herself,” he points out, even as the woman’s legs give and she crumbles to the floor. The now-blank tablet skitters off to one side as she, like the people in the other room, grabs her head.

“Suicide?” Oswin suggests.

“In one sense, I suppose so,” he admits. “The killing of that part of your personality. Your knowledge and memories. But for her it will have a greater effect than any of the others.”

This is proved by the way she greets the soldiers who have entered the building in response to a message the Vadlott sent out a short time earlier, having reverted to the child she was when she was first captured by the Great Intelligence.

“You aren’t going to help?” Oswin ventures.

“UNIT has her.”

“But – you don’t like UNIT,” she reminds him hesitantly.

He half-smiles, wondering how much of the information the tardis has on him that she has read. Probably all of it by now. “True,” he is forced to admit. “But I know that they do understand situations like this. I have no doubt they were affected by the wifi problems as much as the rest of the world, so it made sense to bring them in now, which also has the benefit of them cleaning up this mess instead of me having to do it.”

“Oh!” The single word reveals Oswin’s dawning realisation. “Very clever,” she admits.

“Thank you!” The Vadlott sets a new series of co-ordinates into the tardis. “Now, let’s find somewhere more interesting to be, shall we?”

Surprisingly Oswin does not immediately reply to this, but the Vadlott, guessing that she is deep in thought about what they have just been through, waits for her to speak.

“Vadlott,” she says at last, “what would you have done if it were me in there instead of Clara, uploaded to their system like that?”

“If you were in there, Oswin Oswald,” the Vadlott promises, “I wouldn’t just have hacked a base station to get you back. I would have ridden that motorcycle up that building myself.”

As he sends them off to their new destination, he could almost swear that he can hear Oswin smiling.

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There are 10 comments on this entry. (Reply.)
 
posted by [identity profile] p-m-cryan.livejournal.com at 09:52pm on 17/11/2013
I want the Vadlott's adventures to continue forever!
Edited Date: 2013-11-17 09:53 pm (UTC)
 
posted by [identity profile] katherine-b.livejournal.com at 10:12pm on 17/11/2013
Thank you so much! That's a lovely thing to say!
 
posted by [identity profile] p-m-cryan.livejournal.com at 10:32pm on 17/11/2013
You've made him very real and relable.
 
posted by [identity profile] katherine-b.livejournal.com at 10:58pm on 17/11/2013
Thank you again! I'm so glad!
 
posted by [identity profile] p-m-cryan.livejournal.com at 03:36am on 18/11/2013
Ooops, that should read "relate-able".

 
posted by [identity profile] katherine-b.livejournal.com at 03:58am on 18/11/2013
I wasn't sure if it was relateable or reliable, but either seemed to work. :-D
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posted by [personal profile] juliet316 at 12:01am on 19/11/2013
I echo the sentiments of wanting this to go on forever. It saddens me that we're nearing the end of this tale and that I'm still worried, even with the prequel, how Hurt's character (Hurt!Doctor War!Doctor Vadlott, whatever one wants to call him by now) will play out in The Day of the Doctor.
 
posted by [identity profile] katherine-b.livejournal.com at 02:09am on 19/11/2013
Ah, well, as to the fate of the Vadlott, we shall have to see. I'm delighted it is moving you that much though!

I was pleased to see the War Doctor giving a bit of snark in one of the clips, but yes, I admit to being worried about that as well.
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posted by [personal profile] snowflakie06 at 07:22am on 11/12/2013
D'awwwwww! :D
 
posted by [identity profile] katherine-b.livejournal.com at 10:22am on 11/12/2013
Ah, the old softy, isn't he?

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