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This story is No. 5 in the series "Myriad". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: This is a continuation of the storyline begun in Shards. Our friends investigate the merging of two timelines.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Smallville > Buffy-Centered
Dr. Who/Torchwood > General
vitruvianFR1869,372087,1418 Aug 069 Aug 06Yes


As the TARDIS returned to Earth in the summer of 2006, it's wake again spread through the twelve dimensions. Combined with the track left by its outward voyage, there was 'now' a conduit of sorts, or perhaps a sort of rut in the road, between the Krypton of thousands of years ago and the Earth of the 20th and early 21st centuries.


Jor-El had managed to push the Major off with a minimum of falsehoods. Yes, there had been an anomaly. No, no aliens had set foot on the surface of Krypton. After all, the floor of my Fortress is hardly the same things as the planet's true surface. Yes, he would share his home's visual feed with Planetary Security. Just not for the period of time you mean. The man was arrogant to an almost intolerable degree, in any case.

He studied his readings yet again. Luckily he had set every instrument to maximum sensitivity the instant he identified the space-time craft. He was even able to get a vague directional reading for the next destination of the TARDIS, although he could hardly imagine what interest the Doctor could have in the primitive denizens of the little blue planet he observed with his gravity telescope.

Of course, in the thousands of years that light had taken to travel to Jor-El from that planet, they might have progressed a little. Perhaps even more so in another few millenia...

But no matter. This result suggested that a warp drive could more efficiently travel using preexisting distortions in space-time. This one provided for the possibility of transluminal communications, perhaps even instantaneous observation of distant worlds without light speed lag.

He had much work to do.


Illyria refused to allow herself to be frustrated by this awkward turn of events. She would remain unseen or disguised until she learned the Kryptonian information systems. She would then create a new identity for herself that would allow her to mingle with the Kryptonians, and to live, while she investigated ways to return to Earth in the proper era. She was highly intelligent, arguably a genius, and able to accelerate her thought processes by a factor of a thousand to one or more if need be. She could do these things, she would do these things, or her name wasn't Fr... Illyria.

She would return to Wesley's world.


Major Zod studied the intrusion logs for the House of El interactive construct. As expected, the arrogant scion of one of the High Houses had tried to conceal evidence from him. Jor-El had provided useless data. Zod's operatives had not yet cracked the dark crystal of Jor-El's information systems, but it was only a matter of time.

And then Zod would know if the scientist was truly consorting with alien invaders, or merely engaging in illegal experiments involving space or time travel. And he would use this knowledge to his own advantage.

As always.


"So what makes you think Jor-El sent a solar tap into our sun?" asked Rose.

"Oh, come on, Rose. Don't you remember those interviews with Lois Lane where Superman always said he was solar-powered?" Buffy asked.

"Yah, sure, but so what?" said Rose.

"So this. I may not have finished college, but even I know that stunts like flying at supersonic speeds and lifting giant crystal islands into space must take a lot of juice. The kind of juice I highly doubt you can get just by sunbathing."

"I guess you've got a point," said Rose. "I just never thought about it, I guess. I mean, he just seemed sort of magic."

"Nah, I don't get any of that vibe. I bet Papa El just wanted to give his little boy every possible advantage on our mean, primitive planet. What could be better than a direct connection to an energy source meant to fuel an entire planet, using those little nanny crystal things."

"Okay," said Rose. "You've convinced me; I don't buy the whole sunbathing thing either."

Buffy looked around slyly. "Especially since he regularly breaks the hearts of womankind all over the world by not showing any skin other than on his face and hands. That's kind of got to cut down on the effective square footage of his solar panels or whatever other kind of... package he's got underneath that leotard. Unless he goes nude sunbathing in space or something whenever he's not rescuing people. Hmmm.. there's a thought. You don't have a telescope at home, do you?"

Rose gulped a little. "Um, Buffy.... you do know that he's got superhearing, don't you?"

"Yeah, sure, I know that. See, I think I got Boy Wonder Twin over there, too."

Rose looked over. "So you did. Wonder how long they've been listening to us for?"

"I don't know, but look, Clark blushes even prettier than Superman."

The Doctor turned around in alarm as the TARDIS filled with the sound of female laughter.


The End

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