Title: Not Meant To Happen
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Ten.5
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: R
Table: 6, 50ficlets
Prompt: 30, Accident
Author's Note: The inspiration for this story arc was provided by the lovely fortisgreen. The muses and I all thank her for suggesting a storyline and letting us run with it!
Warnings: Character death.
Author's Note: The human version of the Doctor is being referred to as John Smith in this fic, since it's the Doctor's human alias and his clone needed a name.
Author's Note: Spoilers for Journey's End, somewhat. This is an completely alternate take on the ending of Season Four.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor, or his human clone. Please do not sue.

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Jamie frowned as he rested his head on the floor and tried to shine the beam of his flashlight more deeply into the darkness under the Tardis' console. Maybe he shouldn't be here, but he was sure that he could fix whatever might be wrong with the ship.

The Doctor had told him not to bother, that he would go out and find the remedy for the problem. But Jamie had felt restless -- and absolutely positive that it would be easy for him to take care of it himself. That would be a nice little present for the Doctor when he got back.

It really couldn't be that hard to fix some mechanical problem, could it? After all, he did have a bond with the Tardis, simply because he was part of the Doctor. He understood her in many ways, though not as well as the Time Lord did.

Jamie was sure that he could remember enough about the Tardis and her inner workings -- especially here under the console -- to fix whatever might be wrong. And besides, he wanted to be of more help to the Doctor, to prove that he was worthy of being here.

He was sure that he knew how to fix whatever was wrong -- just as the Doctor knew. The Time Lord had said that he wanted to pick up something for the Tardis, just in case they might need it again, and had told Jamie that he would be back shortly.

Jamie wanted to be of use to the Doctor; he was sure that his memories held the knowledge of how to fix this little problem. After all, his memories were the same as the Doctor's -- and if the Time Lord could take care of this, then so could he. It shouldn't be a problem.

He frowned at the wiring under the console, wishing that he could get a clear picture in his mind of just what he would have to do. If the Doctor was here, the Time Lord could easily talk him through it -- so maybe it would be best to wait for his lover to come back.

Would the Tardis be angry with him if he tried to fix her? Jamie didn't think so; his bond with the ship might not be as strong as the Doctor's, but she was fond of him. He knew that; he could feel it every time he placed a hand on one of her walls.

So she wouldn't mind him doing this. He closed his eyes for a few moments, trying to bring to mind a schematic of the wiring underneath the console that he knew he'd seen before. When he had that mental picture firmly in his head, he reached for one of the wires.

All he would have to do was put this wire where that small cluster of others that looked very much like this one were bundled together, and everything should be fine. With a small smile on his lips, Jamie moved to do so -- with unexpected results.

The entire world seemed to explode around Jamie in a burst of light and heat -- and then there was nothing but blackness all around him. Darkness that seemed never-ending, and a feeling of floating in the middle of a void, surrounded by .... nothingness.

He lay cold and still on the floor of the control room, where the explosion beneath the console had thrown him. His physical body was pale and unmoving; the Tardis' lights began to dim, then pulse, the walls going hot and then their normal cool temperature again.

What was the Doctor going to think when he got back and found that the human he prized so highly, the one who was a part of him, was dead -- and that she had caused it? Yes, it had been an accident, one that was not meant to happen -- but still, it was her fault.

She could bring the human back. She knew exactly how to do it -- and she could make him better and stronger than a human could ever be. There was a way, but the Doctor had to know what to do. Maybe he would, if she guided him well enough.

The Chameleon Arch began to descend from the ceiling of the control room; the Tardis didn't know what else to do other than to leave it there and hope that the Doctor would be able to look through his misery and the breaking of his hearts and soul and see what she intended.

The Doctor would have to understand that this had been an accident. And he would have to know what to do to go about rectifying the mistake that had been made. The Tardis could only wait for the Time Lord to return, and hope that he wouldn't be too broken to do what had to be done.

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Next story in series - Cry Me A River.