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sparrow015Back to Masterpost
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Bob was looking at the screen in the main control room of his TARDIS when Mikey wandered in. He looked better and like he had gotten some sleep.
“Hey, Mikeyway,” Bob smiled at Mikey. Mikey returned the smile and gave a small wave. “Feeling better?”
Mikey nodded, but wrapped his arms around his waist and leaned in the doorway. “Is the solution ready to save the others?”
Bob nodded. “I was actually just about to go and wake you up to let you know.” He chuckled. “Looks like you beat me to that.”
A small smiled graced Mikey’s lips and he ducked his head.
“C’mon,” Bob started to say and when Mikey looked up, Bob was in front of him. He never heard him approach. “Let’s get those Pario out of you.”
Letting himself be led to the ‘Medical Room’ as Bob called it, it was like a maze in Bob’s ship, Mikey sat on one of the medical beds. “So, now what?”
Holding up a syringe filled with clear liquid and an antibacterial wipe, Bob gestured at Mikey’s arm. “Now, we get you puking.”
“Joy,” Mikey deadpanned and removed his red jacket. He held out his arm.
Kicking a bucket over, Bob wiped Mikey’s arm down and slid the needle in. Depressurising the syringe, Bob watched as liquid left the clear tube. Pulling it out, he tossed it onto the table nearby and stuck a band aid on Mikey’s arm.
“How long does it take for it to work?” Mikey asked as soon as Bob was done. But any answer Bob might’ve given was halted as Mikey felt his stomach clench and he was scrambling off the bed and puking into the bucket.
“About now,” Bob winced at the sound and went to go grab some water and a wet cloth.
After a few minutes, Mikey finally stopped. Bob handed the water and he took it gratefully as he washed out his mouth and spat into the bucket.
“I hate you,” Mikey moaned as he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand.
“No you don’t,” Bob chuckled and removed the bucket. He tossed it into the incinerator. “You love me.”
“Hate!”
“Who are we hating and why?” Brian asked from the doorway as he entered the Medical Room.
“Bob,” Mikey answered and slowly stood up. “I don’t think I’ve puked that much since I was drinking.”
Brian hummed. “Pario all gone?”
Bob ran a scanner over Mikey and nodded, smiling at the readings he got. “The Pario are all gone.”
“Now the others,” Mikey insisted.
“I got the tranquilizer guns ready at the front,” Bob said.
Brian just laughed. “I have been waiting to shoot Frank for years and now I can!”
“Brian!” Bob hissed at him.
Brian waved him off. “Oh like you haven’t been wanting to take a shot at Frank either.”
Then laughter reached their ears. They looked over to see Mikey bent over with laughter. Tears leaking from his eyes as he clutched his stomach.
“Mikey?” Bob asked in concern, laying a hand on the man’s shoulder.
“Just, it takes fucking aliens for us to shoot Frankie with guns,” Mikey chuckled and wiped the tears away.
Bob and Brian snorted.
They headed to the front of the TARDIS, guns waiting with extra darts on the table in front of the couches. Bob pressed a few buttons on the control panel and the ship made a noise as it landed.
“Where’d we land?” Brian asked as he picked up one of the tranquilizer guns.
“Back in the desert,” Bob replied as he looked at Brian, glancing away from a monitor. “A few minutes after we first picked up, Mikey.”
“Back on set,” Mikey said softly, picking up his own gun.
Nodding, Bob came over and handed out the extra cartridges, then picked up his own gun. Showing the two how to quickly reload and fire the guns, Bob headed to the front doors.
“It’s only a few minutes after we left,” Bob explained. And then he handed Brian an epi pen. “Mikey is now immune, and so am I because of my physiology, but you aren’t Bri. If they touch you at all, they can infect you. You inject yourself with that, okay?” He stated seriously, looking directly into Brian’s eyes.
Brian nodded. “Understood,” And then grinned. “Lock and load gentlemen?”
Mikey and Bob groaned and headed out of the TARDIS ignoring Brian’s “What?”
The sun shone brightly on them as they were back in the desert, amongst the music video props and dust. It was eerily quiet as the wind silently swept the dust and dirt around them in small funnels at their feet.
Guns held in a ready position, they swept through the music video set, eyes glancing for any sign of their friends.
“Where are they?” Mikey asked frustrated, gun hanging at his side.
Brian gestured at Bob’s hoodie pocket. “Can’t you just scan for the Pario in their bodies or something?”
Bob shook his head. “Nope, there’s something in the ground interfering with any kind of scans I could do.”
“Great,” Brian muttered and went back to scanning his surroundings.
They’d been searching the set for at least another twenty minutes when Mikey let out a disgusted noise.
“This is getting us nowhere!” Mikey growled out and looked at the others. “I know this is cliché to even suggest, but I think we should split up. We can cover more ground.”
Bob and Brian looked at one another and had a conversation without words. It was easy to do, they’d been friends for years and Brian was quite versed in Bob’s facial expressions.
“All right, but we’re going to get some sort of communications going here so we’re not red shirted,” Brian pointed out.
Already digging into the depths of his hoodie pockets—Bob had transformed the pockets to be bigger on the inside like his ship—he pulled out three Bluetooth headsets and synched them up to their cells phones. Bob tossed the pieces at Mikey and Brian, and they fastened them into their ears.
Brian speared both with a look, skills of herding the both of them coming to the fore. “Do check-ins every five minutes, okay?”
Sloppy salutes, pats on the shoulders and “good luck’s” passed around as they agreed.
Splitting up, they took off to different directions.
~~~
Splitting up was always a bad idea in Bob’s opinion, but unfortunately, they could cover more ground like this. With a sigh, he headed into the open doorway of the diner. The sun was streaming in from the windows, but that was the only source of light inside the building, as far as Bob could see.
Skirting behind the front counter, Bob slowly entered the kitchen in the back. His gun rose, and his blue eyes scanned for any sign of the guys.
Bob’s eyes widened in surprise as a hard shove at the middle of his back sent him sprawling down the aisle of the kitchen in between stoves and counters. Bob somersaulted and got his to his feet with his gun raised to see who had shoved him.
It was Ray.
Ray tilted his head and smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile. Nothing of the Ray Toro that Bob knew was in this person—this Pario.
“Bob Bryar,” Ray stated and tilted his head the other way. “You were here earlier. You were the one who made the noise that took us out.”
Bob smirked. “Guilty.” He raised the gun to his eye level.
Ray seemed to really look at Bob. “You know what we are.”
“I do,” Bob nodded and fired the gun. The dart left with a little puff of air and sped toward Ray’s neck. A hand darted out and caught the dart and Ray turned it over in his hands.
He licked the needle and then spat. “Salt!” He growled at Bob. “How?”
“Time Lord,” Bob gestured at himself and fired the gun again a couple of more times. This time, Ray didn’t move fast enough, stunned at the information Bob just imparted on him, and the dart sunk itself into the back of Ray’s hand who had tried to catch it.
Striding forward, Bob smirked. “Time Lord, One. Pario, Zero.”
Turning his hand over to look at the dart, Ray smirked at Bob. “Maybe, but know this, Time Lord, you won’t win in the end.” Then he doubled over and started to puke.
Touching a hand to his blue tooth headset, Bob spoke into the mic. “Ray’s free.”
“Good job!” Brian crowed into Bob’s ear. “I think I have a lead on Frankie. Going to go check it out.”
“Be careful,” Bob said worriedly and then spoke again. “Mikey?”
There was silence on the other end.
“Mikey!” This was not good. “Answer me, damnit!”
“Mikey’s not home, right now!” Gerard’s voice came on the other end. “Why don’t you come out and play, Bobert!”
Bob growled into the mic and knew Brian would go into radio silence to make sure Gerard and Frank couldn’t find him. A low moan brought his attention back to Ray, who was done puking and was now trying to stand up.
Sliding down to his knees, Bob helped Ray up. “You with me, Ray?” He checked the guitarist’s eyes for any kind of clarity. Any sign of Ray.
Shaking and blinking furiously, Ray brought his hand with the dart still stuck in it up and then looked at Bob. “Bob?” Plucking the dart out, Ray winced and then groaned again. “My head. Why are you here? What happened?”
“Do you remember what happened? Anything at all?” Bob asked worriedly, afraid that Ray might not remember being possessed. Because while Mikey remembered, it didn’t mean the others would.
“I...” Ray trailed off and Bob could see the moment when everything slammed home for Ray. The taller man twisted out of Bob’s grasp and bent over, dry heaving bile as there was nothing left in his stomach for him to bring up. Ray grasped weakly at Bob’s forearm. “Bob! Bob, oh God. I am so sorry!” He looked at Bob. “Those things—I couldn’t do anything!”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Bob soothed Ray. “I’m here to fix things.”
Ray weakly nodded. Bob always fixed things.
It was a constant in the universe.
Slowly standing up, Ray wiped away the excess spit and bile from his lips and looked at Bob expectantly. Like he had the answers. Which he did, it was just going to be hard to explain things.
“Right, so, I think the Pario using Gee’s body has Mikey, and Brian went after Frank,” Bob explained as he checked the tranquilizer gun.
“Brian’s here?” Ray asked quietly.
“Of course he’s here,” Bob snorted as they started to exit out of the kitchen and the Diner. He turned around to raise an eyebrow in Ray’s direction. “You’d think he’d miss the chance to shoot Frank?”
Ray snorted quietly, and Bob sighed, relieved. He didn’t need Ray freaking out right now; freaking out could be dealt with after they took care of the Pario and freed the others.
“C’mon, let’s go find the others,” Bob ordered, making a ‘come’ motion with his hand. Ray trailed after him as they met the dustiness of outside.
Something caught the corner of his eye as he glanced around, and Bob looked down to see a disregarded tranquilizer gun and some sort of Frankenstein mask.
“That’s Frankie’s mask,” Ray said and picked it up, turning it over in his hands. “It’s part of his costume for the video shoot.”
Bob picked up the tranquilizer gun and clenched it tightly. “I gave this to Brian.” Taking a closer look around, he noticed the epi pen in the dust next to the vending machine; picking it up, he stuffed it into his hoodie pocket. “Shit,” Bob muttered.
“Bob?”
“I think they got Brian,” Bob whispered and then handed the gun to Ray.
“Shit,” Ray echoed and carefully handled the gun as he tossed the mask back to the ground. “Maybe Frank is around?” He offered tentatively.
“If he is, be careful,” Bob cautioned. “We don’t know if he’ll be Frank or Pario Frank.”
“Great,” Ray muttered and then remembered what Bob said. “Brian is here?” Asking the question again.
Bob nodded. “Like he’d leave you guys like this.”
A moan caught their attention, interrupting anything Ray might’ve said on the subject of Brian Schechter and they slowly approached the gas station section of the diner, guns raised slightly as they circled around the pumps.
There, on the ground, laid Frank in a puddle of puke. A dart was sticking out of his backside as he dry heaved.
“Frank?” Ray asked cautiously as they slowly approached the downed guitarist. Wondering if it was his friend and not the alien that had been possessing him the past little while.
Bob stood guard as Ray checked went to go check his friend over.
Frank dry heaved one more time and looked up through bleary eyes. “Ray? That you?”
“Yeah, it’s me, Frank,” Ray said quietly as he leaned down. Groaning, Frank leaned against Ray, wrapped an arm around Ray’s waist and looked around. “What’s going on? Last thing I remember—” He then groaned as he placed his head into his free hand. “What the fuck man?” Looking up, his eyes widened and Bob and Ray knew that Frank finally remembered. “Oh shit, shit, shit, shit!” He started to gasp in short breaths.
“Breathe, Frank!” Ray ordered as Frank leaned over to put his head between his knees.
“We were fucking possessed!” Frank pointed out and then looked up and at Ray. “What the fuck, man?” He then looked around. “I think Brian was here; he shot me!”
“He’s been threatening to do it for years, Frank,” Ray pointed out with a tight smile. “Are you really that surprised?”
“I’m more wondering why he’s here,” Frank huffed out and that’s when he finally noticed Bob. “Bob!”
Bob then let out a grunt as he had an armful of Frank, who wrapped around him like a lemur. “Bobert!” Frank cried out and then climbed down. He then looked a bit sheepish. “I am so sorry we kicked you out. That wasn’t me; it wasn’t us.”
“I know,” Bob said and shifted uncomfortably. “How about we go find the others?” He asked as he gestured with his gun.
Ray then crossed his arms. “Not until you tell us what’s going on, Bob. We know what happened to us, but how did you know what to do to free us? How do you know about the Pario?”
“Look, Mikey sent some texts to Brian’s phone because mine wasn’t working,” Bob shrugged. “As for how I knew how to free you two, I would like to wait until we free the others to tell that story.” Bob looked away. “It’s a long story and I only want to tell it once.” He looked at Ray and Frank with honest eyes. “You’ll have to trust me until then.”
Exchanging a look, Ray and Frank nodded.
“All right, Bob, but I hope it’s a good explanation,” Frank said as he lightly chucked Bob on the chin with a fist.
Bob smiled. “Let’s go.”
“Don’t I get a gun?” Frank asked with a whine.
“No,” Bob and Ray said in unison and stalked off, with Frank trailing after them, pouting.
~~~
Their search brought them to a small prop warehouse where multiple colourful items were strewn about. An American flag with a spider on it was hanging from the rafters.
The room also held a smirking Gerard Way with an arm wrapped tightly around Mikey’s neck.
“Mikey, you okay?” Bob asked him, gun raised and aimed it in Gerard’s direction.
“Yeah,” Mikey croaked out.
Gerard raised his hand, finger waggling in their direction. “Now, now, I’d put the guns down, Bob, Ray.”
“I don’t think so,” Ray darkly stated.
The sound of a high-pitched whine echoed from behind them. “Oh, I think so.”
The trio turned around at the sound of the voice and saw Brian holding some sort of blocky gun at them with a red light at the bottom.
“Brian,” Bob whispered.
Brian tilted his head and looked at Bob. “I’d surrender if you don’t want your friends hurt, Time Lord.”
‘Time Lord?’ Ray and Frank mouthed as they looked back and forth between Bob and Brian.
Bob hefted his gun a bit higher, but stopped when Brian turned the gun on his own head and smirked at him. “I’m not averse to killing my host.”
Blue eyes widened and Bob slowly lowered his gun to the ground and looked at Ray to do the same. Scowling, Ray did so, and they both kicked the guns to the side.
“Good boy,” Brian stated and pistol-whipped the side of Bob’s mouth with the gun.
Grunting, Bob fell forward to his hands and knees. Licking his lips, he spat out some blood into the dirt and felt hands help him up. Bob nodded his thanks at Frank and glared at Brian, who gestured at them with the gun. “Forward, little humans.”
Glaring, they made their way over to Gerard and Mikey, who tossed the bassist toward them. Ray caught Mikey, who clutched at his jacket.
“Hey, Ray,” Mikey quietly murmured.
“Hey, Mikeyway,” Ray murmured back, rubbing a hand on Mikey’s shoulder. Frank joined the hug with a muffled “sorry” into Mikey’s jacket.
“Not your fault,” Mikey whispered back.
“This is touching and all, but we have to meet Mother now,” Gerard interrupted them. Brian had gone to stand next to him.
“Mother?” Bob asked and winced. His jaw was killing him.
“Mother,” Gerard and Brian whispered reverently and then they suddenly dropped to one knee.
A sinking feeling entered his stomach, and Bob slowly turned around, the others following his lead.
There, in front of them stood Mike Pedicone.
“Mike?” Bob asked incredulously.
Mike scoffed and there was a downward turn to his lips. “I am the Hive. I am Creation. I am Mother.” He spread his arms wide. “The one you know as Mike no longer lives.”
Bob hissed out an expletive as Gerard and Brian walked up to the being known as Mother and bowed low.
Brian then pointed at Bob. “Mother, he is the one I told you about.”
Mike walked up to Bob and moved his face from side to side with a hand. “You don’t look like much, Time Lord. Your entire race destroyed,” He laughed. “And here you are hiding on Earth.”
Bob scowled at Mike. Subtly working a hand into his hoodie pocket, he closed it around the epi pen. “I’m more of a behind the scenes man.” With that statement, Bob head butted Mike who stumbled back clutching his nose and then Bob jammed the epi pen into his neck.
“Mother!!” Brian and Gerard cried out and scrambled forward to help Mike. They suddenly jerked back as their bodies each had a dart sticking out of their shoulders, and then two more darts found their way onto Mike’s chest.
“Take that, motherfuckers!” Frank crowed and grinned, holding the tranquilizer gun. “Paintball finally paid off.”
Howling in agony, Mike fell to his knees as his skin started to bubble. Bob grabbed the gun from Frank and pointed it at Mike. “I don’t like it when my friends are hurt, and you’ve hurt them the past few months.”
Coughing up blood, Mike grinned through bloody teeth. “You may have stopped me, but you won’t be able to stop the invasion, Time Lord.” Then his body collapsed on its side as it slowly dissolved.
Huffing, Bob looked up to see Ray, Frank and Mikey at Brian and Gerard’s sides.
Both men were puking, knees bent, with Mikey rubbing Gerard’s back. Bob hurried over to Brian to check on him.
Brian wiped away the last of the bile from his mouth and pointed a finger at Bob. “Hate you.”
“No you don’t,” Bob chuckled. “You all right?”
“I was just fucking possessed,” Brian growled at Bob, looking up and glared. “Again!”
Bob winced. “Sorry.”
Brian sighed. “Not your fault. Frankie got the drop of me and touched me before I could grab the epi pen, but I managed to fire the dart before I was overtaken.”
“I saw.”
Then Bob yelped as he suddenly had a back full of Gerard. After a couple of years of not seeing the man, he still knew the feel of him. “Hey, Gerard.”
“Bob, Bob! I am so sorry!” Gerard apologized and squeezed Bob harder. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know, Gee, I know,” Bob soothed the man as he turned around in the grip. “It’s okay.”
“It wasn’t me,” Gerard insisted.
“Gerard!” Bob caught his attention and pulled Gerard into a hug. “It’s okay.”
Gerard blinked at Bob and then nodded.
The others slowly came over, which caught Bob’s attention.
“That was it?” Mikey asked in disbelief.
“Did you want it to be harder?” Bob snorted at him.
Mikey quickly shook his head.
“So, now what?” Ray asked as he looked around. “Do we just go back to our lives after all of that?”
Bob shook his head as he slowly stood up, Gerard still clinging to him. “Mike or Mother was talking about an invasion. I’m thinking the Pario infected more humans, not just you guys.”
The others quietly seethed. The past few months of them not even being in control of themselves—they wouldn’t wish that on anybody.
Meanwhile, Frank was looking at Bob. “So what, are you not human anymore?”
“I was never human, Frankie, just hiding,” Bob shrugged. “I just didn’t realize it until recently.”
“He’s got a spaceship,” Mikey added helpfully.
“It flies through time and space,” Brian grinned at the others.
Bob groaned. “Seriously you guys, stop helping.”
“So Bob is really an alien?” Gerard asked disbelievingly.
“He is, but a good alien, not like those, Pario,” Mikey shivered and wrapped his arms around himself. Gerard finally let go of Bob and went over to hug Mikey.
Mikey leaned into the hug.
“How are we going to deal with the invasion then?” Ray asked tapping the tranquilizer gun on his thigh.
“With my ship,” Bob declared and grinned. “It’s this way.”
They followed Bob out of the video shoot set, resolutely ignoring The Mother’s melted remains. They were all clinging to one another as Bob led them to a vending machine prop.
“It’s just a prop, Bob,” Ray said, gesturing at the object.
Brian grinned. “Not just a prop.” He walked through the front.
“What the hell?” Frank asked gleefully and followed Brian through. Ray touched the cover of the vending machine and his hand went right through.
“Wow,” Ray whispered and walked forward.
Bob gestured to the vending machine. “Gerard? Mikey? After you?”
Mikey grinned at Bob and pulled Gerard through as Bob followed them inside. Ray, Frank and Gerard were looking around in wonder as Mikey and Brian flopped down on one of the couches.
Quickly getting over to the control panels, Bob got them into flight. The ship lurched a little, sending people stumbling.
“What was that?” Gerard asked confused.
“I just put us into flight,” Bob explained pushing a few buttons. “And now we’re in the Time Vortex.” He walked over to the others.
“Are you going to explain things now?” Frank asked as he flopped backward onto the couch next to Brian.
The others joined Frank on the couch and the floor. Bob wandered over and sat down on the coffee table in front of them. “So what do you want to know?”
“Everything.”
“Everything, huh?” Bob looked at them. “Okay.”
And he told them his story. By the time he was done, his voice was hoarse and they were looking at Bob in disbelief.
“Wow,” Frank said quietly and then looked at Brian. “And you got roped into what, being his?”
“Friend? Companion?” Brian ventured forth. “He needed me and I wasn’t going to get left behind.”
“Aww,” Frank cooed at them. “You two are so sweet you’re giving me cavities.”
Bob exchanged a look with Brian, who nodded and dumped Frank on the floor.
“What now?” Gerard asked softly, clinging onto Mikey.
“Now, you get some sleep and we’ll look at dealing with whatever invasion the Pario have cooked up in the morning,” Bob said gruffly, slapping his knee.
~~~
Bob was working on a dispersal unit to launch into the Earth’s atmosphere. He had done a scan of the Earth while everyone slept and it left him disturbed. The Pario had infected more than a third of the population.
The parasitic creatures were all dormant, but it wouldn’t take much for them to activate and take over their hosts.
Dark glasses covered his eyes as he wielded a welder’s torch and connected various wires and tubing inside the device. He paused and stopped as he looked up to see Gerard sleepily shuffling into the control room.
“Gerard?” Bob asked softly as he turned off the welder, setting it aside and moved his goggles up.
The brightly coloured hair man knuckled the sleep out of his eyes and flopped next to Bob, leaning his head against Bob’s shoulder. “I want—”
Bob sucked in a breath. Most nights after Gerard got sober; he would stay up and start sentences as ‘I want—’ trying to curb his need for a drink.
Gerard’s eyes went wide seeing a familiar look on Bob’s face. A look that went back to when he was first getting sober. “No! I don’t need a drink or anything, just, I want things to make sense again.”
Bob exhaled slowly, pleased it wasn’t going down that path. “I’m sorry you got pulled into this.”
“Why?” Gerard asked confused. “You’re not the one who got us possessed. You saved us, Bob.”
He shook his head. “I could’ve remembered sooner or done something more when I was in the band.”
“No, those things might’ve killed you,” Gerard said softly. “Getting out saved you and in turn, saved us.” He laid a hand on Bob’s knee. “We never wanted you out of the band, even with your wrists all mucked up.”
Bob bit his lip ring.
“You were ours,” Gerard stated fiercely and looked up and into Bob’s blue eyes. “And I hope you’ll come back.”
Bob pulled Gerard into a hug so fierce the singer squeaked.
“Thank you,” Bob breathed and pulled back. “I just, it’s—let’s stop the invasion first, and then talk about me coming back to the band.”
Sensing that Bob needed to concentrate on one thing at a time, Gerard nodded. “Okay.”
Lying down on the couch, Gerard fell asleep as Bob went back to work on finishing the dispersal unit.
~~~
Everyone gathered around the rocket-looking object as Bob set it up near his TARDIS doors.
“So, what exactly is this supposed to do?” Ray asked as he poked the device with a finger.
“While you were all sleeping, I did some scans and found out the Pario managed to infect at least a third of the planet’s population,” Bob explained as he pressed a few buttons and then closed the panel. “They’re all dormant, but it wouldn’t take much for them to activate and take over their host.”
Bob stood up to the various questions by everyone. He held up a hand for silence and they quieted down immediately.
“It’s a safer dispersal unit than the tranq darts and I just need to fire the rocket into the atmosphere and boom!” Bob grinned ferally. “No more Pario.”
“The people infected, they won’t throw up, will they?” Frank asked, looking at Bob.
Bob shrugged. “They might, just depends on how heavily infected they are.”
“But you just said it was a safer dispersal,” Mikey pointed out.
“It is, but there are effects,” Bob sighed as he set up a detonator to the rocket. “Like there is with any kind of medicine, but I triple checked and no one will die.”
“All right, so how do we help with this?” Frank asked, gesturing at the rocket.
“Well...” Bob trailed off and opened the TARDIS doors.
The other’s eyes went wide and they crowded around the open doorway to see a bunch of clouds.
“Where are we?” Gerard asked awed.
“In the Earth’s atmosphere,” Bob explained and set the rocket on its side and aimed it toward the open door. “You might want to move back.”
Everyone quickly scattered to the sides of the ship.
Bob grimly stared at the sky and pressed the button. The rocket rumbled to life and flew out of the ship and into the atmosphere. Flicking the switch on the box held in his hands, Bob waited a few seconds and then hit the second switch. The rocket blew up and several, smaller rockets flew off, streaking across the sky.
“They’ll explode and then the solution will disperse into the atmosphere resulting in an Earth wide cure,” Bob smirked.
“Wow, you are so awesome, Bob!” Frank declared and tackled the Time Lord.
Bob caught Frank. “I know.”
“That’s it then?” Brian asked.
“Yeah,” Bob nodded.
“I expected something more—” Ray gestured with a hand.
“Flashy?” Mikey asked as Ray nodded in agreement.
“Hey, Earth is saved, no more Pario scumbag; I say we party,” Frank said from his position clinging to Bob.
“No quoting Buffy,” Gerard stated, pointing at Frank.
“I wasn’t quoting Buffy; I was merely paraphrasing.” Frank sniffed and then yelped as Bob dropped him on the ground.
“What do we do now?” Mikey asked.
“Now, I take you guys back to your music video shoot,” Bob said, closing the doors of the TARDIS and heading over to the control board.
“What?” Ray asked disbelieving.
“It’s time to take you guys home,” Bob stated as he pressed various buttons.
“You’re coming with us, right?” Gerard asked as he tugged on Bob’s hoodie sleeve.
Bob ducked away from Gerard’s grip and sent the ship into flight. “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Ray asked curiously. “You do realize that it wasn’t us who kicked you out, right?”
“I know,” Bob admitted.
“You’re still a part of this band,” Gerard insisted.
“Am I?”
“Of course!” Mikey said pushing away from the wall he had been leaning against. “Even trapped in our bodies as we were, we still considered you our drummer.”
“Guys,” Brian softly said.
“Just, can you guys wait for me a bit?” Bob asked softly, ducking his head. “I still need to do something.”
“Great, we’ll come with,” Frank declared.
“No, you aren’t,” Bob stated as the ship landed with a gentle thump. “I have to do this myself.” He looked at Brian. “And that means you’re leaving too.”
Brian crossed his arms. “No.”
“Yes,” Bob insisted. “I need to do this.”
“Do what exactly?” Gerard asked.
Bob sighed. His band mates were persistent. “I need to find out what happened to my planet and I’m close, so close. I just need a couple more parts and I can track any survivors.”
“And you need to do this on your own,” Ray pointed out flatly.
“Yes!” Bob exclaimed.
Gerard looked at Bob and then nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay?” The others questioned.
“Yes, okay,” Gerard said, nodding his head, and fixed Bob with a look. “But as soon as you find out, you’re coming right back.”
“Of course,” Bob agreed. “We’re a band.”
“Fucking right,” Frank smirked.
~~~
It had been six months since Bob dropped them back off at the video shoot for ‘Na Na Na,’ including a protesting Brian. But Bob promised them he’d be back, and they watched as the TARDIS dematerialized away from them.
They were in between cities right now, the bus steadily on its way to the next venue.
“I miss Bob,” Gerard sighed as he leaned against Frank.
“He’ll be back, Gee,” Frank promised, carding his fingers through Gerard’s bright hair.
Mikey looked up from texting on his cell phone. “He promised. Bob always keeps his promises.”
Brian nodded from his laptop at the table.
A sound started to fill the tour bus. It was the sound of grinding engines, a sound part of the universe, and it was a very familiar to everyone’s ears.
Ray’s eyes went wide. “Where is he landing?”
The sound stopped and as one they looked at the door leading to the studio at the back of the bus.
“You don’t think?” Ray wondered aloud.
“Oh, I do!” Gerard exclaimed excitedly as he strode forward, the others following him. Placing a hand on the door handle, Gerard turned it and pushed it open.
The inside of Bob’s ship was the same last time they saw it. The man at the console was not. It was Bob, no mistake about it, but he looked a bit older, the hair longer and the beard even more scraggly.
Bob gave them a tired little wave and a small smile. Happy to see them.
“Bob!” Frank cried out delighted and rushed forward to pounce on the Time Lord.
He was jerked back as a hand grabbed onto his t-shirt and yanked him. Frank’s eyes went wide as he was tossed to the floor. Looking up, he scowled. “What’s the big idea, Ray?”
Ray gestured at Bob. “He looks tired; do you really want to take him out now and then when he’s feeling better later on, take you out?”
Frank looked like he was contemplating his answer before sighing and slumping bonelessly to the ground. Patting Frank’s cheek, Ray grinned. “Good boy.”
Bob snorted.
The others came forward and engulfed Bob in a hug. Excited by his return, even if he did look like extremely tired.
“Missed you, Bob,” Mikey murmured as he tightened his hold and then pulled away.
“Missed you guys too,” Bob quietly stated and smiled crookedly at them.
“Don’t do that to us again,” Brian said softly, lightly slapping Bob on the shoulder. Bob pulled him in for a one armed hug which Brian returned.
If anyone heard them sniff, they didn’t comment on it.
They discreetly wiped at their eyes and noses as they crowded around him, leading him to the couch. They took up positions around Bob, wanting to be close, but not to overcrowd him.
After a few minutes of silence, Frank was bouncing in his seat. “So? Did you find out what happened?”
Bob yawned, but nodded. “I did.”
“And?”
Chuckling, Bob cuffed Frank on the jaw. “Took me awhile to track down the last two parts, built what I needed and then I found him.”
“Him who?” Gerard asked leaning against Bob, curiosity burning in his eyes.
“The Doctor,” Bob whispered putting an arm around Gerard. “And he explained everything.”
“Was it what you were expecting?” Mikey asked quietly, fingers picking at the fabric on his dark jeans.
Bob shook his head. “No, but it was so much more.”
Ray placed a hand on Bob’s shoulder. “So tell us.”
The looks everyone was giving him said they wouldn’t judge. Bob told them what The Doctor did during about the Time War and what happened to Gallifrey. The others were wide eyed by the time Bob was done talking and he was leaning heavily on Gerard, letting the singer pet his hair.
“You just left him after hearing all of that?” Frank finally asked in disbelief.
“Punched him in the jaw actually,” Bob sighed and shrugged a little. “Helped him up afterwards, forgave him, gave him my contact info and came back to you guys.”
“You were just done,” Mikey pointed out.
Bob nodded. “I was tired and wanted to come home.”
Gerard squeaked at that and pulled Bob in for another hug.
“Gee,” Bob protested and pushed at Gerard a little. But Gerard seemed to be using superhuman strength and kept up his hold on Bob.
“Was it this Doctor guy that knocked you out and dumped you in front of the orphanage?” Brian asked, placing his hands behind his head as he leaned against the couch.
Bob shook his head. “The Doctor thinks it was the woman who donated genetic material to my looming.”
“Looming?” Ray asked confused.
Bob shrugged. “Gallifreyians are loomed, not born. But yeah, he thinks it was her. She apparently cared about me a little more than other genetic donors would about their own offspring.”
The others kind of blinked at him, not sure if to believe him.
“What?” Bob asked defensively.
“Nothing, it’s just I think you’ve explained more about your species then you have about human you in the entire time we’ve know you, Bob,” Mikey pointed out reasonably.
Bob groaned. “I know, my kind tend to – run on apparently in explanations.”
“Ah, bad guy monologuing,” Frank nodded sagely.
Feeling totally justified, Bob pinched Frank’s side hard.
Yelping, Frank retaliated. There was a scrambling on the couch as fingers flew and ticklish spots were exploited. After a couple of minutes, Frank called a truce.
“So, back to Bob’s looming Mom,” Gerard said with a grin and then wilted when Bob aimed a glared at him. “She sounds like quite the woman,” Brian commented.
Bob shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.” He snorted. “But with what she did, she saved my life.”
“Did you get her name?” Mikey asked curiously.
“The Doctor said she liked to be called Fred,” Bob said, shrugging. “I didn’t get her real name, but he said she was more of a Fred than her Gallifreyian name.”
Frank managed to cover the snort at having a mom named ‘Fred’.
“I’m glad you’re home, Bob,” Gerard murmured. “But are you ready to come back yet? You've been through a life changing event.”
Bob paused and the others watched eagerly to see his answer.
“I am.”
Frank leapt up onto the couch from his spot on the ground and landed on Bob. “Bobert!” He cried out.
Bob let out a grunt as he suddenly had a lapful of Frank, and the others crowding him and hugging.
“We’re going to have to completely redesign the whole idea of The World Contamination Tour,” Gerard stated eagerly and looked over Bob with a critical eye. “I’m seeing a blue stripe in your hair for your Danger Days character.”
“Gee, no,” Bob moaned.
“Bulletproof,” Mikey said with a grin. “That’s what we’re calling him.”
“I’m not naming myself after one of the songs!” Bob protested.
“Too late!” Ray giggled.
“Welcome back, Bob,” Frank said laughing like a hyena.
Bob smiled, crookidly and tiredly. It was good to be home.
~~~
The fans inside the venue were murmuring exciditly. There was something different about this performance. They could feel it in the air.
Sounds slowly filled the area of the band tuning and warming up. They could see silhouettes, but nothing concrete of who was where.
The drums opened the song Vampire Money.
“Well, are you ready, Ray?”
A spotlight shone on Ray, grinning as he leaned into the microphone. “Yeah...”
“How about you, Frank?”
“Oh, I’m there, baby!” Frank almost screamed into the microphone as he was illuminated.
“How about you, Mikey?”
“Fuckin’ ready!” Mikey declared, striding forward, yelling into Frank’s microphone.
The drums seemed to pound a little harder and the fans sensed a change in the tempo.
“Are you ready to rock, Bob fucking Bryar?”
The light shined on Bob, back on his throne, arms pounding furiously on the drums as the light highlighted a blue stripe in Bob’s trimmed hair. Beard cut, he leaned into the microphone set up just for this near him and yelled, “I got your back.”
The fans screamed.
“Well, I think I’m alright.”
Gerard grinned as all the stage lights were brought up.
”One-Two-Three-Four!”
My Chemical Romance, with their reinstated manager, Brian, on the side stage, finally reunited, broke out into the song and brought the place down.
And if sometimes they took to the stars in a ship that could travel through time and space, well, no one knew it but them.
THE END.
PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3
~~~
Bob was looking at the screen in the main control room of his TARDIS when Mikey wandered in. He looked better and like he had gotten some sleep.
“Hey, Mikeyway,” Bob smiled at Mikey. Mikey returned the smile and gave a small wave. “Feeling better?”
Mikey nodded, but wrapped his arms around his waist and leaned in the doorway. “Is the solution ready to save the others?”
Bob nodded. “I was actually just about to go and wake you up to let you know.” He chuckled. “Looks like you beat me to that.”
A small smiled graced Mikey’s lips and he ducked his head.
“C’mon,” Bob started to say and when Mikey looked up, Bob was in front of him. He never heard him approach. “Let’s get those Pario out of you.”
Letting himself be led to the ‘Medical Room’ as Bob called it, it was like a maze in Bob’s ship, Mikey sat on one of the medical beds. “So, now what?”
Holding up a syringe filled with clear liquid and an antibacterial wipe, Bob gestured at Mikey’s arm. “Now, we get you puking.”
“Joy,” Mikey deadpanned and removed his red jacket. He held out his arm.
Kicking a bucket over, Bob wiped Mikey’s arm down and slid the needle in. Depressurising the syringe, Bob watched as liquid left the clear tube. Pulling it out, he tossed it onto the table nearby and stuck a band aid on Mikey’s arm.
“How long does it take for it to work?” Mikey asked as soon as Bob was done. But any answer Bob might’ve given was halted as Mikey felt his stomach clench and he was scrambling off the bed and puking into the bucket.
“About now,” Bob winced at the sound and went to go grab some water and a wet cloth.
After a few minutes, Mikey finally stopped. Bob handed the water and he took it gratefully as he washed out his mouth and spat into the bucket.
“I hate you,” Mikey moaned as he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand.
“No you don’t,” Bob chuckled and removed the bucket. He tossed it into the incinerator. “You love me.”
“Hate!”
“Who are we hating and why?” Brian asked from the doorway as he entered the Medical Room.
“Bob,” Mikey answered and slowly stood up. “I don’t think I’ve puked that much since I was drinking.”
Brian hummed. “Pario all gone?”
Bob ran a scanner over Mikey and nodded, smiling at the readings he got. “The Pario are all gone.”
“Now the others,” Mikey insisted.
“I got the tranquilizer guns ready at the front,” Bob said.
Brian just laughed. “I have been waiting to shoot Frank for years and now I can!”
“Brian!” Bob hissed at him.
Brian waved him off. “Oh like you haven’t been wanting to take a shot at Frank either.”
Then laughter reached their ears. They looked over to see Mikey bent over with laughter. Tears leaking from his eyes as he clutched his stomach.
“Mikey?” Bob asked in concern, laying a hand on the man’s shoulder.
“Just, it takes fucking aliens for us to shoot Frankie with guns,” Mikey chuckled and wiped the tears away.
Bob and Brian snorted.
They headed to the front of the TARDIS, guns waiting with extra darts on the table in front of the couches. Bob pressed a few buttons on the control panel and the ship made a noise as it landed.
“Where’d we land?” Brian asked as he picked up one of the tranquilizer guns.
“Back in the desert,” Bob replied as he looked at Brian, glancing away from a monitor. “A few minutes after we first picked up, Mikey.”
“Back on set,” Mikey said softly, picking up his own gun.
Nodding, Bob came over and handed out the extra cartridges, then picked up his own gun. Showing the two how to quickly reload and fire the guns, Bob headed to the front doors.
“It’s only a few minutes after we left,” Bob explained. And then he handed Brian an epi pen. “Mikey is now immune, and so am I because of my physiology, but you aren’t Bri. If they touch you at all, they can infect you. You inject yourself with that, okay?” He stated seriously, looking directly into Brian’s eyes.
Brian nodded. “Understood,” And then grinned. “Lock and load gentlemen?”
Mikey and Bob groaned and headed out of the TARDIS ignoring Brian’s “What?”
The sun shone brightly on them as they were back in the desert, amongst the music video props and dust. It was eerily quiet as the wind silently swept the dust and dirt around them in small funnels at their feet.
Guns held in a ready position, they swept through the music video set, eyes glancing for any sign of their friends.
“Where are they?” Mikey asked frustrated, gun hanging at his side.
Brian gestured at Bob’s hoodie pocket. “Can’t you just scan for the Pario in their bodies or something?”
Bob shook his head. “Nope, there’s something in the ground interfering with any kind of scans I could do.”
“Great,” Brian muttered and went back to scanning his surroundings.
They’d been searching the set for at least another twenty minutes when Mikey let out a disgusted noise.
“This is getting us nowhere!” Mikey growled out and looked at the others. “I know this is cliché to even suggest, but I think we should split up. We can cover more ground.”
Bob and Brian looked at one another and had a conversation without words. It was easy to do, they’d been friends for years and Brian was quite versed in Bob’s facial expressions.
“All right, but we’re going to get some sort of communications going here so we’re not red shirted,” Brian pointed out.
Already digging into the depths of his hoodie pockets—Bob had transformed the pockets to be bigger on the inside like his ship—he pulled out three Bluetooth headsets and synched them up to their cells phones. Bob tossed the pieces at Mikey and Brian, and they fastened them into their ears.
Brian speared both with a look, skills of herding the both of them coming to the fore. “Do check-ins every five minutes, okay?”
Sloppy salutes, pats on the shoulders and “good luck’s” passed around as they agreed.
Splitting up, they took off to different directions.
~~~
Splitting up was always a bad idea in Bob’s opinion, but unfortunately, they could cover more ground like this. With a sigh, he headed into the open doorway of the diner. The sun was streaming in from the windows, but that was the only source of light inside the building, as far as Bob could see.
Skirting behind the front counter, Bob slowly entered the kitchen in the back. His gun rose, and his blue eyes scanned for any sign of the guys.
Bob’s eyes widened in surprise as a hard shove at the middle of his back sent him sprawling down the aisle of the kitchen in between stoves and counters. Bob somersaulted and got his to his feet with his gun raised to see who had shoved him.
It was Ray.
Ray tilted his head and smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile. Nothing of the Ray Toro that Bob knew was in this person—this Pario.
“Bob Bryar,” Ray stated and tilted his head the other way. “You were here earlier. You were the one who made the noise that took us out.”
Bob smirked. “Guilty.” He raised the gun to his eye level.
Ray seemed to really look at Bob. “You know what we are.”
“I do,” Bob nodded and fired the gun. The dart left with a little puff of air and sped toward Ray’s neck. A hand darted out and caught the dart and Ray turned it over in his hands.
He licked the needle and then spat. “Salt!” He growled at Bob. “How?”
“Time Lord,” Bob gestured at himself and fired the gun again a couple of more times. This time, Ray didn’t move fast enough, stunned at the information Bob just imparted on him, and the dart sunk itself into the back of Ray’s hand who had tried to catch it.
Striding forward, Bob smirked. “Time Lord, One. Pario, Zero.”
Turning his hand over to look at the dart, Ray smirked at Bob. “Maybe, but know this, Time Lord, you won’t win in the end.” Then he doubled over and started to puke.
Touching a hand to his blue tooth headset, Bob spoke into the mic. “Ray’s free.”
“Good job!” Brian crowed into Bob’s ear. “I think I have a lead on Frankie. Going to go check it out.”
“Be careful,” Bob said worriedly and then spoke again. “Mikey?”
There was silence on the other end.
“Mikey!” This was not good. “Answer me, damnit!”
“Mikey’s not home, right now!” Gerard’s voice came on the other end. “Why don’t you come out and play, Bobert!”
Bob growled into the mic and knew Brian would go into radio silence to make sure Gerard and Frank couldn’t find him. A low moan brought his attention back to Ray, who was done puking and was now trying to stand up.
Sliding down to his knees, Bob helped Ray up. “You with me, Ray?” He checked the guitarist’s eyes for any kind of clarity. Any sign of Ray.
Shaking and blinking furiously, Ray brought his hand with the dart still stuck in it up and then looked at Bob. “Bob?” Plucking the dart out, Ray winced and then groaned again. “My head. Why are you here? What happened?”
“Do you remember what happened? Anything at all?” Bob asked worriedly, afraid that Ray might not remember being possessed. Because while Mikey remembered, it didn’t mean the others would.
“I...” Ray trailed off and Bob could see the moment when everything slammed home for Ray. The taller man twisted out of Bob’s grasp and bent over, dry heaving bile as there was nothing left in his stomach for him to bring up. Ray grasped weakly at Bob’s forearm. “Bob! Bob, oh God. I am so sorry!” He looked at Bob. “Those things—I couldn’t do anything!”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Bob soothed Ray. “I’m here to fix things.”
Ray weakly nodded. Bob always fixed things.
It was a constant in the universe.
Slowly standing up, Ray wiped away the excess spit and bile from his lips and looked at Bob expectantly. Like he had the answers. Which he did, it was just going to be hard to explain things.
“Right, so, I think the Pario using Gee’s body has Mikey, and Brian went after Frank,” Bob explained as he checked the tranquilizer gun.
“Brian’s here?” Ray asked quietly.
“Of course he’s here,” Bob snorted as they started to exit out of the kitchen and the Diner. He turned around to raise an eyebrow in Ray’s direction. “You’d think he’d miss the chance to shoot Frank?”
Ray snorted quietly, and Bob sighed, relieved. He didn’t need Ray freaking out right now; freaking out could be dealt with after they took care of the Pario and freed the others.
“C’mon, let’s go find the others,” Bob ordered, making a ‘come’ motion with his hand. Ray trailed after him as they met the dustiness of outside.
Something caught the corner of his eye as he glanced around, and Bob looked down to see a disregarded tranquilizer gun and some sort of Frankenstein mask.
“That’s Frankie’s mask,” Ray said and picked it up, turning it over in his hands. “It’s part of his costume for the video shoot.”
Bob picked up the tranquilizer gun and clenched it tightly. “I gave this to Brian.” Taking a closer look around, he noticed the epi pen in the dust next to the vending machine; picking it up, he stuffed it into his hoodie pocket. “Shit,” Bob muttered.
“Bob?”
“I think they got Brian,” Bob whispered and then handed the gun to Ray.
“Shit,” Ray echoed and carefully handled the gun as he tossed the mask back to the ground. “Maybe Frank is around?” He offered tentatively.
“If he is, be careful,” Bob cautioned. “We don’t know if he’ll be Frank or Pario Frank.”
“Great,” Ray muttered and then remembered what Bob said. “Brian is here?” Asking the question again.
Bob nodded. “Like he’d leave you guys like this.”
A moan caught their attention, interrupting anything Ray might’ve said on the subject of Brian Schechter and they slowly approached the gas station section of the diner, guns raised slightly as they circled around the pumps.
There, on the ground, laid Frank in a puddle of puke. A dart was sticking out of his backside as he dry heaved.
“Frank?” Ray asked cautiously as they slowly approached the downed guitarist. Wondering if it was his friend and not the alien that had been possessing him the past little while.
Bob stood guard as Ray checked went to go check his friend over.
Frank dry heaved one more time and looked up through bleary eyes. “Ray? That you?”
“Yeah, it’s me, Frank,” Ray said quietly as he leaned down. Groaning, Frank leaned against Ray, wrapped an arm around Ray’s waist and looked around. “What’s going on? Last thing I remember—” He then groaned as he placed his head into his free hand. “What the fuck man?” Looking up, his eyes widened and Bob and Ray knew that Frank finally remembered. “Oh shit, shit, shit, shit!” He started to gasp in short breaths.
“Breathe, Frank!” Ray ordered as Frank leaned over to put his head between his knees.
“We were fucking possessed!” Frank pointed out and then looked up and at Ray. “What the fuck, man?” He then looked around. “I think Brian was here; he shot me!”
“He’s been threatening to do it for years, Frank,” Ray pointed out with a tight smile. “Are you really that surprised?”
“I’m more wondering why he’s here,” Frank huffed out and that’s when he finally noticed Bob. “Bob!”
Bob then let out a grunt as he had an armful of Frank, who wrapped around him like a lemur. “Bobert!” Frank cried out and then climbed down. He then looked a bit sheepish. “I am so sorry we kicked you out. That wasn’t me; it wasn’t us.”
“I know,” Bob said and shifted uncomfortably. “How about we go find the others?” He asked as he gestured with his gun.
Ray then crossed his arms. “Not until you tell us what’s going on, Bob. We know what happened to us, but how did you know what to do to free us? How do you know about the Pario?”
“Look, Mikey sent some texts to Brian’s phone because mine wasn’t working,” Bob shrugged. “As for how I knew how to free you two, I would like to wait until we free the others to tell that story.” Bob looked away. “It’s a long story and I only want to tell it once.” He looked at Ray and Frank with honest eyes. “You’ll have to trust me until then.”
Exchanging a look, Ray and Frank nodded.
“All right, Bob, but I hope it’s a good explanation,” Frank said as he lightly chucked Bob on the chin with a fist.
Bob smiled. “Let’s go.”
“Don’t I get a gun?” Frank asked with a whine.
“No,” Bob and Ray said in unison and stalked off, with Frank trailing after them, pouting.
~~~
Their search brought them to a small prop warehouse where multiple colourful items were strewn about. An American flag with a spider on it was hanging from the rafters.
The room also held a smirking Gerard Way with an arm wrapped tightly around Mikey’s neck.
“Mikey, you okay?” Bob asked him, gun raised and aimed it in Gerard’s direction.
“Yeah,” Mikey croaked out.
Gerard raised his hand, finger waggling in their direction. “Now, now, I’d put the guns down, Bob, Ray.”
“I don’t think so,” Ray darkly stated.
The sound of a high-pitched whine echoed from behind them. “Oh, I think so.”
The trio turned around at the sound of the voice and saw Brian holding some sort of blocky gun at them with a red light at the bottom.
“Brian,” Bob whispered.
Brian tilted his head and looked at Bob. “I’d surrender if you don’t want your friends hurt, Time Lord.”
‘Time Lord?’ Ray and Frank mouthed as they looked back and forth between Bob and Brian.
Bob hefted his gun a bit higher, but stopped when Brian turned the gun on his own head and smirked at him. “I’m not averse to killing my host.”
Blue eyes widened and Bob slowly lowered his gun to the ground and looked at Ray to do the same. Scowling, Ray did so, and they both kicked the guns to the side.
“Good boy,” Brian stated and pistol-whipped the side of Bob’s mouth with the gun.
Grunting, Bob fell forward to his hands and knees. Licking his lips, he spat out some blood into the dirt and felt hands help him up. Bob nodded his thanks at Frank and glared at Brian, who gestured at them with the gun. “Forward, little humans.”
Glaring, they made their way over to Gerard and Mikey, who tossed the bassist toward them. Ray caught Mikey, who clutched at his jacket.
“Hey, Ray,” Mikey quietly murmured.
“Hey, Mikeyway,” Ray murmured back, rubbing a hand on Mikey’s shoulder. Frank joined the hug with a muffled “sorry” into Mikey’s jacket.
“Not your fault,” Mikey whispered back.
“This is touching and all, but we have to meet Mother now,” Gerard interrupted them. Brian had gone to stand next to him.
“Mother?” Bob asked and winced. His jaw was killing him.
“Mother,” Gerard and Brian whispered reverently and then they suddenly dropped to one knee.
A sinking feeling entered his stomach, and Bob slowly turned around, the others following his lead.
There, in front of them stood Mike Pedicone.
“Mike?” Bob asked incredulously.
Mike scoffed and there was a downward turn to his lips. “I am the Hive. I am Creation. I am Mother.” He spread his arms wide. “The one you know as Mike no longer lives.”
Bob hissed out an expletive as Gerard and Brian walked up to the being known as Mother and bowed low.
Brian then pointed at Bob. “Mother, he is the one I told you about.”
Mike walked up to Bob and moved his face from side to side with a hand. “You don’t look like much, Time Lord. Your entire race destroyed,” He laughed. “And here you are hiding on Earth.”
Bob scowled at Mike. Subtly working a hand into his hoodie pocket, he closed it around the epi pen. “I’m more of a behind the scenes man.” With that statement, Bob head butted Mike who stumbled back clutching his nose and then Bob jammed the epi pen into his neck.
“Mother!!” Brian and Gerard cried out and scrambled forward to help Mike. They suddenly jerked back as their bodies each had a dart sticking out of their shoulders, and then two more darts found their way onto Mike’s chest.
“Take that, motherfuckers!” Frank crowed and grinned, holding the tranquilizer gun. “Paintball finally paid off.”
Howling in agony, Mike fell to his knees as his skin started to bubble. Bob grabbed the gun from Frank and pointed it at Mike. “I don’t like it when my friends are hurt, and you’ve hurt them the past few months.”
Coughing up blood, Mike grinned through bloody teeth. “You may have stopped me, but you won’t be able to stop the invasion, Time Lord.” Then his body collapsed on its side as it slowly dissolved.
Huffing, Bob looked up to see Ray, Frank and Mikey at Brian and Gerard’s sides.
Both men were puking, knees bent, with Mikey rubbing Gerard’s back. Bob hurried over to Brian to check on him.
Brian wiped away the last of the bile from his mouth and pointed a finger at Bob. “Hate you.”
“No you don’t,” Bob chuckled. “You all right?”
“I was just fucking possessed,” Brian growled at Bob, looking up and glared. “Again!”
Bob winced. “Sorry.”
Brian sighed. “Not your fault. Frankie got the drop of me and touched me before I could grab the epi pen, but I managed to fire the dart before I was overtaken.”
“I saw.”
Then Bob yelped as he suddenly had a back full of Gerard. After a couple of years of not seeing the man, he still knew the feel of him. “Hey, Gerard.”
“Bob, Bob! I am so sorry!” Gerard apologized and squeezed Bob harder. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know, Gee, I know,” Bob soothed the man as he turned around in the grip. “It’s okay.”
“It wasn’t me,” Gerard insisted.
“Gerard!” Bob caught his attention and pulled Gerard into a hug. “It’s okay.”
Gerard blinked at Bob and then nodded.
The others slowly came over, which caught Bob’s attention.
“That was it?” Mikey asked in disbelief.
“Did you want it to be harder?” Bob snorted at him.
Mikey quickly shook his head.
“So, now what?” Ray asked as he looked around. “Do we just go back to our lives after all of that?”
Bob shook his head as he slowly stood up, Gerard still clinging to him. “Mike or Mother was talking about an invasion. I’m thinking the Pario infected more humans, not just you guys.”
The others quietly seethed. The past few months of them not even being in control of themselves—they wouldn’t wish that on anybody.
Meanwhile, Frank was looking at Bob. “So what, are you not human anymore?”
“I was never human, Frankie, just hiding,” Bob shrugged. “I just didn’t realize it until recently.”
“He’s got a spaceship,” Mikey added helpfully.
“It flies through time and space,” Brian grinned at the others.
Bob groaned. “Seriously you guys, stop helping.”
“So Bob is really an alien?” Gerard asked disbelievingly.
“He is, but a good alien, not like those, Pario,” Mikey shivered and wrapped his arms around himself. Gerard finally let go of Bob and went over to hug Mikey.
Mikey leaned into the hug.
“How are we going to deal with the invasion then?” Ray asked tapping the tranquilizer gun on his thigh.
“With my ship,” Bob declared and grinned. “It’s this way.”
They followed Bob out of the video shoot set, resolutely ignoring The Mother’s melted remains. They were all clinging to one another as Bob led them to a vending machine prop.
“It’s just a prop, Bob,” Ray said, gesturing at the object.
Brian grinned. “Not just a prop.” He walked through the front.
“What the hell?” Frank asked gleefully and followed Brian through. Ray touched the cover of the vending machine and his hand went right through.
“Wow,” Ray whispered and walked forward.
Bob gestured to the vending machine. “Gerard? Mikey? After you?”
Mikey grinned at Bob and pulled Gerard through as Bob followed them inside. Ray, Frank and Gerard were looking around in wonder as Mikey and Brian flopped down on one of the couches.
Quickly getting over to the control panels, Bob got them into flight. The ship lurched a little, sending people stumbling.
“What was that?” Gerard asked confused.
“I just put us into flight,” Bob explained pushing a few buttons. “And now we’re in the Time Vortex.” He walked over to the others.
“Are you going to explain things now?” Frank asked as he flopped backward onto the couch next to Brian.
The others joined Frank on the couch and the floor. Bob wandered over and sat down on the coffee table in front of them. “So what do you want to know?”
“Everything.”
“Everything, huh?” Bob looked at them. “Okay.”
And he told them his story. By the time he was done, his voice was hoarse and they were looking at Bob in disbelief.
“Wow,” Frank said quietly and then looked at Brian. “And you got roped into what, being his?”
“Friend? Companion?” Brian ventured forth. “He needed me and I wasn’t going to get left behind.”
“Aww,” Frank cooed at them. “You two are so sweet you’re giving me cavities.”
Bob exchanged a look with Brian, who nodded and dumped Frank on the floor.
“What now?” Gerard asked softly, clinging onto Mikey.
“Now, you get some sleep and we’ll look at dealing with whatever invasion the Pario have cooked up in the morning,” Bob said gruffly, slapping his knee.
~~~
Bob was working on a dispersal unit to launch into the Earth’s atmosphere. He had done a scan of the Earth while everyone slept and it left him disturbed. The Pario had infected more than a third of the population.
The parasitic creatures were all dormant, but it wouldn’t take much for them to activate and take over their hosts.
Dark glasses covered his eyes as he wielded a welder’s torch and connected various wires and tubing inside the device. He paused and stopped as he looked up to see Gerard sleepily shuffling into the control room.
“Gerard?” Bob asked softly as he turned off the welder, setting it aside and moved his goggles up.
The brightly coloured hair man knuckled the sleep out of his eyes and flopped next to Bob, leaning his head against Bob’s shoulder. “I want—”
Bob sucked in a breath. Most nights after Gerard got sober; he would stay up and start sentences as ‘I want—’ trying to curb his need for a drink.
Gerard’s eyes went wide seeing a familiar look on Bob’s face. A look that went back to when he was first getting sober. “No! I don’t need a drink or anything, just, I want things to make sense again.”
Bob exhaled slowly, pleased it wasn’t going down that path. “I’m sorry you got pulled into this.”
“Why?” Gerard asked confused. “You’re not the one who got us possessed. You saved us, Bob.”
He shook his head. “I could’ve remembered sooner or done something more when I was in the band.”
“No, those things might’ve killed you,” Gerard said softly. “Getting out saved you and in turn, saved us.” He laid a hand on Bob’s knee. “We never wanted you out of the band, even with your wrists all mucked up.”
Bob bit his lip ring.
“You were ours,” Gerard stated fiercely and looked up and into Bob’s blue eyes. “And I hope you’ll come back.”
Bob pulled Gerard into a hug so fierce the singer squeaked.
“Thank you,” Bob breathed and pulled back. “I just, it’s—let’s stop the invasion first, and then talk about me coming back to the band.”
Sensing that Bob needed to concentrate on one thing at a time, Gerard nodded. “Okay.”
Lying down on the couch, Gerard fell asleep as Bob went back to work on finishing the dispersal unit.
~~~
Everyone gathered around the rocket-looking object as Bob set it up near his TARDIS doors.
“So, what exactly is this supposed to do?” Ray asked as he poked the device with a finger.
“While you were all sleeping, I did some scans and found out the Pario managed to infect at least a third of the planet’s population,” Bob explained as he pressed a few buttons and then closed the panel. “They’re all dormant, but it wouldn’t take much for them to activate and take over their host.”
Bob stood up to the various questions by everyone. He held up a hand for silence and they quieted down immediately.
“It’s a safer dispersal unit than the tranq darts and I just need to fire the rocket into the atmosphere and boom!” Bob grinned ferally. “No more Pario.”
“The people infected, they won’t throw up, will they?” Frank asked, looking at Bob.
Bob shrugged. “They might, just depends on how heavily infected they are.”
“But you just said it was a safer dispersal,” Mikey pointed out.
“It is, but there are effects,” Bob sighed as he set up a detonator to the rocket. “Like there is with any kind of medicine, but I triple checked and no one will die.”
“All right, so how do we help with this?” Frank asked, gesturing at the rocket.
“Well...” Bob trailed off and opened the TARDIS doors.
The other’s eyes went wide and they crowded around the open doorway to see a bunch of clouds.
“Where are we?” Gerard asked awed.
“In the Earth’s atmosphere,” Bob explained and set the rocket on its side and aimed it toward the open door. “You might want to move back.”
Everyone quickly scattered to the sides of the ship.
Bob grimly stared at the sky and pressed the button. The rocket rumbled to life and flew out of the ship and into the atmosphere. Flicking the switch on the box held in his hands, Bob waited a few seconds and then hit the second switch. The rocket blew up and several, smaller rockets flew off, streaking across the sky.
“They’ll explode and then the solution will disperse into the atmosphere resulting in an Earth wide cure,” Bob smirked.
“Wow, you are so awesome, Bob!” Frank declared and tackled the Time Lord.
Bob caught Frank. “I know.”
“That’s it then?” Brian asked.
“Yeah,” Bob nodded.
“I expected something more—” Ray gestured with a hand.
“Flashy?” Mikey asked as Ray nodded in agreement.
“Hey, Earth is saved, no more Pario scumbag; I say we party,” Frank said from his position clinging to Bob.
“No quoting Buffy,” Gerard stated, pointing at Frank.
“I wasn’t quoting Buffy; I was merely paraphrasing.” Frank sniffed and then yelped as Bob dropped him on the ground.
“What do we do now?” Mikey asked.
“Now, I take you guys back to your music video shoot,” Bob said, closing the doors of the TARDIS and heading over to the control board.
“What?” Ray asked disbelieving.
“It’s time to take you guys home,” Bob stated as he pressed various buttons.
“You’re coming with us, right?” Gerard asked as he tugged on Bob’s hoodie sleeve.
Bob ducked away from Gerard’s grip and sent the ship into flight. “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Ray asked curiously. “You do realize that it wasn’t us who kicked you out, right?”
“I know,” Bob admitted.
“You’re still a part of this band,” Gerard insisted.
“Am I?”
“Of course!” Mikey said pushing away from the wall he had been leaning against. “Even trapped in our bodies as we were, we still considered you our drummer.”
“Guys,” Brian softly said.
“Just, can you guys wait for me a bit?” Bob asked softly, ducking his head. “I still need to do something.”
“Great, we’ll come with,” Frank declared.
“No, you aren’t,” Bob stated as the ship landed with a gentle thump. “I have to do this myself.” He looked at Brian. “And that means you’re leaving too.”
Brian crossed his arms. “No.”
“Yes,” Bob insisted. “I need to do this.”
“Do what exactly?” Gerard asked.
Bob sighed. His band mates were persistent. “I need to find out what happened to my planet and I’m close, so close. I just need a couple more parts and I can track any survivors.”
“And you need to do this on your own,” Ray pointed out flatly.
“Yes!” Bob exclaimed.
Gerard looked at Bob and then nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay?” The others questioned.
“Yes, okay,” Gerard said, nodding his head, and fixed Bob with a look. “But as soon as you find out, you’re coming right back.”
“Of course,” Bob agreed. “We’re a band.”
“Fucking right,” Frank smirked.
~~~
It had been six months since Bob dropped them back off at the video shoot for ‘Na Na Na,’ including a protesting Brian. But Bob promised them he’d be back, and they watched as the TARDIS dematerialized away from them.
They were in between cities right now, the bus steadily on its way to the next venue.
“I miss Bob,” Gerard sighed as he leaned against Frank.
“He’ll be back, Gee,” Frank promised, carding his fingers through Gerard’s bright hair.
Mikey looked up from texting on his cell phone. “He promised. Bob always keeps his promises.”
Brian nodded from his laptop at the table.
A sound started to fill the tour bus. It was the sound of grinding engines, a sound part of the universe, and it was a very familiar to everyone’s ears.
Ray’s eyes went wide. “Where is he landing?”
The sound stopped and as one they looked at the door leading to the studio at the back of the bus.
“You don’t think?” Ray wondered aloud.
“Oh, I do!” Gerard exclaimed excitedly as he strode forward, the others following him. Placing a hand on the door handle, Gerard turned it and pushed it open.
The inside of Bob’s ship was the same last time they saw it. The man at the console was not. It was Bob, no mistake about it, but he looked a bit older, the hair longer and the beard even more scraggly.
Bob gave them a tired little wave and a small smile. Happy to see them.
“Bob!” Frank cried out delighted and rushed forward to pounce on the Time Lord.
He was jerked back as a hand grabbed onto his t-shirt and yanked him. Frank’s eyes went wide as he was tossed to the floor. Looking up, he scowled. “What’s the big idea, Ray?”
Ray gestured at Bob. “He looks tired; do you really want to take him out now and then when he’s feeling better later on, take you out?”
Frank looked like he was contemplating his answer before sighing and slumping bonelessly to the ground. Patting Frank’s cheek, Ray grinned. “Good boy.”
Bob snorted.
The others came forward and engulfed Bob in a hug. Excited by his return, even if he did look like extremely tired.
“Missed you, Bob,” Mikey murmured as he tightened his hold and then pulled away.
“Missed you guys too,” Bob quietly stated and smiled crookedly at them.
“Don’t do that to us again,” Brian said softly, lightly slapping Bob on the shoulder. Bob pulled him in for a one armed hug which Brian returned.
If anyone heard them sniff, they didn’t comment on it.
They discreetly wiped at their eyes and noses as they crowded around him, leading him to the couch. They took up positions around Bob, wanting to be close, but not to overcrowd him.
After a few minutes of silence, Frank was bouncing in his seat. “So? Did you find out what happened?”
Bob yawned, but nodded. “I did.”
“And?”
Chuckling, Bob cuffed Frank on the jaw. “Took me awhile to track down the last two parts, built what I needed and then I found him.”
“Him who?” Gerard asked leaning against Bob, curiosity burning in his eyes.
“The Doctor,” Bob whispered putting an arm around Gerard. “And he explained everything.”
“Was it what you were expecting?” Mikey asked quietly, fingers picking at the fabric on his dark jeans.
Bob shook his head. “No, but it was so much more.”
Ray placed a hand on Bob’s shoulder. “So tell us.”
The looks everyone was giving him said they wouldn’t judge. Bob told them what The Doctor did during about the Time War and what happened to Gallifrey. The others were wide eyed by the time Bob was done talking and he was leaning heavily on Gerard, letting the singer pet his hair.
“You just left him after hearing all of that?” Frank finally asked in disbelief.
“Punched him in the jaw actually,” Bob sighed and shrugged a little. “Helped him up afterwards, forgave him, gave him my contact info and came back to you guys.”
“You were just done,” Mikey pointed out.
Bob nodded. “I was tired and wanted to come home.”
Gerard squeaked at that and pulled Bob in for another hug.
“Gee,” Bob protested and pushed at Gerard a little. But Gerard seemed to be using superhuman strength and kept up his hold on Bob.
“Was it this Doctor guy that knocked you out and dumped you in front of the orphanage?” Brian asked, placing his hands behind his head as he leaned against the couch.
Bob shook his head. “The Doctor thinks it was the woman who donated genetic material to my looming.”
“Looming?” Ray asked confused.
Bob shrugged. “Gallifreyians are loomed, not born. But yeah, he thinks it was her. She apparently cared about me a little more than other genetic donors would about their own offspring.”
The others kind of blinked at him, not sure if to believe him.
“What?” Bob asked defensively.
“Nothing, it’s just I think you’ve explained more about your species then you have about human you in the entire time we’ve know you, Bob,” Mikey pointed out reasonably.
Bob groaned. “I know, my kind tend to – run on apparently in explanations.”
“Ah, bad guy monologuing,” Frank nodded sagely.
Feeling totally justified, Bob pinched Frank’s side hard.
Yelping, Frank retaliated. There was a scrambling on the couch as fingers flew and ticklish spots were exploited. After a couple of minutes, Frank called a truce.
“So, back to Bob’s looming Mom,” Gerard said with a grin and then wilted when Bob aimed a glared at him. “She sounds like quite the woman,” Brian commented.
Bob shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.” He snorted. “But with what she did, she saved my life.”
“Did you get her name?” Mikey asked curiously.
“The Doctor said she liked to be called Fred,” Bob said, shrugging. “I didn’t get her real name, but he said she was more of a Fred than her Gallifreyian name.”
Frank managed to cover the snort at having a mom named ‘Fred’.
“I’m glad you’re home, Bob,” Gerard murmured. “But are you ready to come back yet? You've been through a life changing event.”
Bob paused and the others watched eagerly to see his answer.
“I am.”
Frank leapt up onto the couch from his spot on the ground and landed on Bob. “Bobert!” He cried out.
Bob let out a grunt as he suddenly had a lapful of Frank, and the others crowding him and hugging.
“We’re going to have to completely redesign the whole idea of The World Contamination Tour,” Gerard stated eagerly and looked over Bob with a critical eye. “I’m seeing a blue stripe in your hair for your Danger Days character.”
“Gee, no,” Bob moaned.
“Bulletproof,” Mikey said with a grin. “That’s what we’re calling him.”
“I’m not naming myself after one of the songs!” Bob protested.
“Too late!” Ray giggled.
“Welcome back, Bob,” Frank said laughing like a hyena.
Bob smiled, crookidly and tiredly. It was good to be home.
~~~
The fans inside the venue were murmuring exciditly. There was something different about this performance. They could feel it in the air.
Sounds slowly filled the area of the band tuning and warming up. They could see silhouettes, but nothing concrete of who was where.
The drums opened the song Vampire Money.
“Well, are you ready, Ray?”
A spotlight shone on Ray, grinning as he leaned into the microphone. “Yeah...”
“How about you, Frank?”
“Oh, I’m there, baby!” Frank almost screamed into the microphone as he was illuminated.
“How about you, Mikey?”
“Fuckin’ ready!” Mikey declared, striding forward, yelling into Frank’s microphone.
The drums seemed to pound a little harder and the fans sensed a change in the tempo.
“Are you ready to rock, Bob fucking Bryar?”
The light shined on Bob, back on his throne, arms pounding furiously on the drums as the light highlighted a blue stripe in Bob’s trimmed hair. Beard cut, he leaned into the microphone set up just for this near him and yelled, “I got your back.”
The fans screamed.
“Well, I think I’m alright.”
Gerard grinned as all the stage lights were brought up.
”One-Two-Three-Four!”
My Chemical Romance, with their reinstated manager, Brian, on the side stage, finally reunited, broke out into the song and brought the place down.
And if sometimes they took to the stars in a ship that could travel through time and space, well, no one knew it but them.
THE END.
PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3
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Date: 2011-08-27 08:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-27 03:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-27 09:15 am (UTC)You combined my two favorite things. ON THE EVE OF ONE FAVORITE THING RETURNING.
This was amazing. Bob the Time Lord! Brian the Companion! Evil!Aliens! EVERYTHING.
It would be very Bob to punch The Doctor then Help him up. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
I can't stop gleeing and smiling. I honestly, honestly can't.
*chinhands*
/Fangirling
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Date: 2011-08-27 03:19 pm (UTC)I sense the BB Mods had a sense of humor when they gave me my posting date. I did a double take and was like GLEE!
I'm so glad you enjoyed the story! And of course Brian would be Bob's companion, who else could it be? *ignores the other pairings out in bandom community*
*flails with you some more*
Okay, since you love the idea of Doctor Who and Bandom so much, here's a link to where the entire third season was re-written out with Spencer Smith as the Companion. Taking Martha's place. Keeping Time. (http://spencerlution.livejournal.com/20755.html) - Awesome story right there. :)
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Date: 2011-10-07 07:53 am (UTC)The Spencer as the Companion is on my list to read now for sure.
Just wanted to let you know I was reccing this on
:D
(also WHO THIS SEASON MADE ME WANT TO READ ALL OF AU'S AND EVEN WRITE A KILLJOY!AMY BUT THATS ANOTHER THING.)
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Date: 2011-10-07 12:37 pm (UTC)*blushes* Aw, thank you!
(WHO THIS SEASON TUGS AT YOUR HEARTSTRINGS THE ENTIRE WAY THROUGH!! BEST EP WAS THE TARDIS EP! :D)
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Date: 2011-10-07 12:44 pm (UTC)THIS WHOLE SEASON WAS AMAZING AND I JUST OMG. I WAS NO DISAPPOINTED LIKE I THOUGHT I WOULD BE BECAUSE I WAS WORRIED ABOUT THE SUMMER BREAK AND I JUST hszflgihsdfphaert;fnvb;sfgih;sgfuh *ALL THE FEELINGS* all over the place and I was a *wreck* in ep 10 and just ALL THE THINGS
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Date: 2011-10-07 12:51 pm (UTC)I WAS ON THE SEAT OF MY PANTS THE ENTIRE SEASON AND CURSED WHEN THEY DID THE SUMMER BREAK!! OF COURSE THERE WAS TORCHWOOD TO TIDE ME OVER, BUT DOCTOR WHO!!! AND WHERE THEY LEFT US HANGING!! o.O
RORY!! AMY!!! THIS SEASON MADE ME LOVE RORY EVEN MOAR!!!
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Date: 2011-10-07 01:01 pm (UTC)RORY IS MY FAVORITE the Boy who waited! (And died multiple times).
I have to say River's arc was... a guilty pleasure of mine.
BUT there is one thing I LOVE about 11. He seems more sexual then the 9 or 10. Yeah, 10 fancied Rose and 10.5 and that whole thing but This doctor is more flirty and even with Craig in Closing Time I was almost going JUST KISS then going OMG WHY AM I THINKING THAT.
I COULD GO FOR DAYS ON TALKING WHO AND TALKING AU'S ONE CAN WRITE (TWO Rivers was totally like BL/Ind JUST SAYING OKAY)
ALL OF THE FLAIL
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Date: 2011-10-07 01:21 pm (UTC)Craig and 11! That whole scene was awesome! And flirty 11 is made of win! *grins*
ANYTHING CAN BE CROSSED OVER WITH WHO!!! ANYTHING!!11!11!!11
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Date: 2011-10-07 01:25 pm (UTC)Also Stormageddon = Lord of all. Most. Adorable. Overlord. EVER.
ANYTHING CAN BE CROSSED WITH WHO ALWAYS OKAY. *may or may not be working on fics with someone :D*
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Date: 2011-10-07 01:30 pm (UTC)Beware Stormageddon! He will cut you because you are Not!Mom.
CROSSING WHO IS MADE OF WIN COMPLETELY! *oh? really? go go go!! WRITE IT OUT!!! :D*
THERE BE DW SEASON 6 SPOILERS HERE
Date: 2011-10-07 01:37 pm (UTC)MUM, NOT-MUM and STILL NOT-MUM ARE SAFE. WE ARE YOUR HUMBLE PEASANTS. ALSO People are shipping Alfie with Gwen's baby Anwen. I approve of this. :D
WE ARE. Just some fixing now we know what happened after Melody escaped the suit. *rubs hands together evilly* Also, Killjoy!Amy during The Girl Who Waited (or as I like to call it, Rory's Choice) Y/MFY?
Re: THERE BE DW SEASON 6 SPOILERS HERE
Date: 2011-10-07 02:11 pm (UTC)I fear for the 'verse with Alfie and Anwen running around it. Jack will have to team up wiht The Doctor just so they keep an eye on both! :D
Yay! :D
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Date: 2011-08-27 05:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-27 10:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-28 02:04 pm (UTC)I really enjoy the sense of place [or rather, places] you weave into this fic. The interior of the TARDIS, the outside of the orphanage, and the set for Na Na Na feel very real. As I was thinking about this story, the scene that consistently surfaced first was when Brian walked into Bob's apartment and saw the walls covered in alien sharpie writing. That's so lovely and clear.
I laughed a lot at your run of fanfic tropes made into intergalactic adventures. A lot. :D I tried to will them into their own stories with the power of my mind, to no avail. Alas.
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Date: 2011-08-28 06:17 pm (UTC)I'm so glad I could make the places come alive for you! I think the toughest interior I had coming up with was the inside of the TARDIS and then I just thought, 'what would Bob maybe like?' Thus all the wires and sound board consoles as part of his TARDIS, the couches off to the side for him to laze on. I'm really glad you enjoyed all of them! :D
*giggles* I couldn't resist! It's like Doctor Who was made for fanfic tropes! :D And Brian just had to be the scapegoat for each of them, because Bob is too awesome to let things happen to him. ;)
But thank you very much for the lovely comment and I'm glad you enjoyed the story! :D
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Date: 2011-08-28 03:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-28 06:18 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed the story! :)
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Date: 2011-08-28 05:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-28 06:19 pm (UTC)Also, TimeLordBB!Ryan Link here (http://clarityhiding.livejournal.com/tag/fic:%20tsh)! Tah-tar! \o/
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Date: 2011-08-28 07:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-30 04:21 am (UTC)EEEEEE! Brian beng so gleeful at shooting Frank! Bob's transdimensional hoodie pockets!
PEDICONE. WHAT. WUUTTTTTT. THAT IS SO WTF BUT ALSO GODDAMN BRILLIANT. i HAD TO GO SCREAM INTO MY PILLOW AND THEN TAKE A FEW MINUTES TO CALM DOWN I WAS SQUEEING/GIGGLING SO MUCH.
MMM, SEXY WELDER!BOB, YUS. :3 building stuff to save the universe!
Hehe, leave the fancy stuff to the Doctah, Bob (and Brian!) get shit done!
Bulletproof? Heh, perfect! Have you read this one: http://manipulant.livejournal.com/44590.html? Coz it uses Bulletproof too, for Bob's Killjoy name. And blue suits him quite well, I'm all for the stripe!
Lemme guess, the next vid has him reviving the Killjoys and saving them from Korse? :D? Fucking perfect ending too. I will always daydream of that really happening.
OH GAWD THIS STORY. SO FUCKING PERFECT. ALSO NOW MY PERSONAL CANON. I REJECT THIS REALITY AND SUBSTITUTE MY OWN! CLEARLY THIS REALITY IS DEFECTIVE. I WOULD LIKE TO EXCHANGE IT PLEASE.
Srsly, this story is just the most perfect thing ever. The thing I've been aching for, but never knew I wanted until I got it, rather like Bob and the watch. It's going right up there with "Fall and Rise of the Black Parade", which is supreme praise indeed as it's my favorite fic OF ALL TIME and TBP is my favorite album ever.
Now I'll be getting all sort of scenes in my head of the hijinx they all get into. Frank with tentacles would be hilarious. Bob and Gerard would get felt up A LOT by Frankie's tentacles. Gee turns into a girl and it takes a while for them to notice, for he is so very pretty.
I....AHHHH, NO WORDS, SO FUCKING HAPPY. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ TIMES INFINITY
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Date: 2011-08-30 04:31 am (UTC)Who wouldn't be gleeful at shooting Frank. :D
I needed someone to kill off and what better way than to get Mike Pedicone out of the way. Poor Mike, he stood no chance and was throughly infected by Mother. No more Mike. Bye-bye Mike! *waves*
I needed a name for Bob! And I have read that fic, maybe my subconscious was telling me something when I was thinking up names. lol
I'm glad you enjoyed the fic and I have enjoyed the wonderful CAPSLOCK comments and your glee!
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Date: 2011-09-11 12:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-11 06:42 am (UTC)