Overall note: I wrote a four-fic series featuring Jade from "The Tomorrow People" interacting with William Boone during his time in the tank at the end of season 1. It is slightly AU. I later rewrote the whole story thirteen years later into "Heard and then Seen".




Disclaimer: The characters and concepts of the series "The Tomorrow People" and "Gene Roddenberry's Earth: Final Conflict" do not belong to me. The characters and concepts of the Tomorrow People belong variously to Roger Damon Price, Thames Television, Tetra Films, and Nickelodeon, and others that I've no doubt forgotten to name. "Gene Roddenberry's Earth: Final Conflict" belongs to Tribune Entertainment, Roddenberry Kirschner Productions, and Atlantis films.


This is a crossover vignette, set after the "Earth: Final Conflict" episode "If I Could Read Your Mind". Since "Earth: Final Conflict" is set in the next century (sometime around 2011 or so, I'd guess, for first season), it occurs long after the events of the "Tomorrow People" series. This may or may not be comprehensible to someone who is not familiar with at least the premise of both series.

New World, Still Hiding
by Estirose
copyright 1998

Jade lay in the circular 'doorway' that marked the division between the main room and the adjoining hallway of the Ship. even though there were a lot more Tomorrow People than there had been when she had broken out. In the main room, the column dimly shone. It had been that way since the Taelons had come. She missed its strong presence, but maybe it had a good reason to be that way.

Shortly after the column had gone mostly silent, Adam had asked all of them, each and every Tomorrow Person, to be careful as possible.A few people had objected, saying that surely a race as connected as the Taelons would be in favor of another group of telepathic beings. However, after a month of two of the column's action, or lack thereof, pretty much everyone agreed to be careful. It wasn't time to reveal themselves, not yet, until they were sure the Taelons were on their side.

They seemed to be. She'd seen the two North America-based Companions when she was in Boston last week attending the International Composium of Psychic Sciences. She was the one who had been sent because of her long interest in such things. It had been a thrill to see a Companion close up, though. the aliens were as graceful as they had been rumored to be. She hadn't dared to get too close, though.

She was saddened by the death of Katya Patrenko. The woman was powerful, she could tell when she'd met her. They'd shook hands just a few hours before Katya died, and the woman had looked her in the eyes, and said, "Don't worry. Someday they will understand, and you will be free." And something in the woman's eyes made her believe that a better future would come to pass.

Now Katya was dead, and Jade mourned her death, despite barely knowing her. With her death, debate among Jade's kind had flared. Those who insisted that the Taelons were accepting of the psychic individuals argued, as usual, for revealing themselves, at least to the Taelons. But those of them opposed to the idea were talking about a quiet crackdown on the psychics by the Taelons, and the likelyhood that Katya had been ordered killed under orders by them. The Taelons would see the Tomorrow People as a threat, despite the fact that the Tomorrow People didn't seem to be able to 'hear' them at all.

Jade had finally blocked the debate out, banished it to the back of her mind. She didn't feel that either side was right, but neither was either side really wrong. This wasn't like the parasites that she'd faced when she was breaking out. These beings, whatever their reasons, were benevolent. But they were mysteries, too, and she didn't want to endanger her life, her husband's, her daughter's, and everyone else's, just in case they were even more paranoid about human telepaths than humans were.

And maybe Katya was right. Maybe they would all understand one day. Maybe someday she wouldn't have to hide. But not now. Not if they planned to survive.




Disclaimer: The characters and concepts of the series "The Tomorrow People" and "Gene Roddenberry's Earth: Final Conflict" do not belong to me. The characters and concepts of the Tomorrow People belong variously to Roger Damon Price, Thames Television, Tetra Films, and Nickelodeon, and others that I've no doubt forgotten to name. "Gene Roddenberry's Earth: Final Conflict" belongs to Tribune Entertainment, Roddenberry Kirschner Productions, and Atlantis films.

This follows up "New World, Still Hiding", although I hope that you can read this without reading that. Like that story, this one is a (new series) Tomorrow People/Earth: Final Conflict crossover. It occurs at the end of/after "The Joining", the first season finale of Earth: Final Conflict. It contains spoilers for the ending of "The Joining", and references to "Old Flame" and "If you could read my mind". It's probably very alternate-universe from the way the series is heading, and no, I have no idea how they're going to resove next season.

New World, Chance Encounter
by Estirose
copyright 1998

Drowning. He was drowning. He could feel himself dissolve in the water. He was dead.

Yet, he was still there. He wasn't quite sure how, but he was. He could make out two shadowy forms nearby, but not quite enough to tell what species they were. He got the impression that he was seeing them, somehow. His eyes had been closed, but he was seeing them!

A third presence intruded. He couldn't exactly see what the presence, but it seemed to be made up of lots of light, totally unlike the Taelons. _Ha'gel?_ he wondered.

"Hello?" the presence asked. It wasn't Ha'gel. He got the distinct impression of a human being, not an alien. He could have sworn that he was hearing a British accent.

The presence came closer. "Can you hear me?" it asked again.

"I can," he responded simply.

"Who are you? What are you?" the presence asked. Curiosity flowed from it.

Boone decided to answer the presence. "My name is William Boone. I'm the North American Companion's Head of Security and Interspecies Relations. Who are you, and where are we?"

"I'm Jade," the presence said, a bit timidly. Boone couldn't tell if this was because she knew who he was, or because she was afraid for some other reason. "I don't know precisely where we are. I was relaxing, and suddenly this blazing presence appeared in my mind. Next thing I knew, I was here."

"Jade, don't be afraid," Boone said, attempting to reassure the nervous presence. "I won't hurt you. Are you a psychic?"

Silence ensued for a while, and then Jade responded. "Sort of. I can't read minds or anything. Not like Katya Petrenko."

"You met her?" Boone asked. Then he realized that she most likely hadn't. Katya was well-known in her own circles.

"Briefly. Before she died. She knew what I was, and offered me a message of hope."

Boone nodded, unable to come up with any words.

"I'm sorry. It's just that you're with the Companions, and I can't risk them finding me. I'm no threat to them."

"I don't think you are, not unless you've been wandering around where you're not supposed to," Boone replied, attempting to reassure the nervous presence.

"We- I- can't even hear them," Jade replied. "But I've heard so much- that they killed Katya- and I don't want to die because I can sometimes do what other people can't."

Boone mulled that over, understanding Jade's feelings. "Someone was invading their Commonality. They were afraid."

"It wasn't one of us!" Jade exclaimed. "As I said, we can't hear them at all. There have been enough people after- oops."

"There are more of you?" Boone asked.

"My mouth has always run ahead of me," Jade's voice sounded rueful. "Yes, there are a few more of us. No, I'm not going to tell you how many."

"I can see why you're scared, but you don't need to be. If you can't hear them, they probably have no idea you're there."

"But if they discover us, like some people have done, they won't exploit us, they'll kill us off!" Jade's 'voice' rose in panic.

The woman was worried, he was sure of that as if he were meeting her face-to-face. "I don't think you're a security risk to the Companions, Jade," he said as gently as possible.

"I sincerely hope not," she replied.

Something occurred to him. "Jade, are you a resistance sympathizer?"

"No," Jade said. "I've listened to them, and to the Companions, and I don't know if either side is right. Some of us are in the Liberation, though. I don't believe they're right- I'm not too sure about the Companions' motives, but I don't think they're as bad as the Liberation makes them out to be. And the Liberation movement is somewhat responsible for the virus that shut down your building and a lot of others a while back. I didn't like them very much because of that."

Boone almost revealed his secret, but realized that Jade could possibly be like Elise- a trap by someone not totally convinced of his allegiance to the Taelons. "I didn't like it much, either."

"I can see why," Jade said, now sounding amused. Her attention seemed to shift away. "I need to go now. You're fading, anyway."

Boone didn't feel like he was fading away. "Jade, before you go...."

"Yes?" The entity seemed to stop on its way to disappearing.

"Don't worry. I'll keep you safe."

Jade was silent for a minute, and then replied. "I know. I know. Somehow I know you will."

Then her presence disappeared, and Boone didn't remember anything more.



Disclaimer: None of the characters appearing or even mentioned in this fic are mine. Boone and Augur are from the series "Earth: Final Conflict", and belong to Roddenberry-Kirshner and Tribune. Jade is from "The Tomorrow People", belonging to Roger Damon Price/Thames Television/Tetra Films/Nickelodeon. (There's also a character here that originally belonged to Saban.)

This is another installment of the "New World" series of crossover vignettes. It's set post-"The Joining", and contains pure speculation as to the status of a lead character (read: I have no idea how they're going to resolve the cliffhanger).


New World, Ghostly Visitations
by Estirose
copyright 1998

She was still there. She'd come and went, or at least he perceived her as coming and going. Hard to tell when your mind wandered.

"They worry about you," she said. "I can tell. Even Augur, in his own way."

He'd always refused to talk to her, figuring that she was either a fragment of his imagination or the Taelons taking the opportunity to see if he was really loyal to them. She'd seemed intimidated by him, but she never stayed away. "I can't," she'd said.

"Why?" he'd asked her once, one of the few times that they'd 'talked'.

"I'm the only one that can see you, as far as I can tell. I didn't want to leave you alone, not without any contact."

That was right. She'd said the first time they'd met that she was a telepath in a community of telepaths. She probably considered being alone as a horrible thing, much like the Taelons did. But she still 'read' as human.

"Rocky tells me what's going on, over there," the female 'voice' continued. "He gives me the impressions. He's about the only one that believes that you're here, you know. The rest think I'm crazy. Sometimes I do wonder about that."

Most of the time, she talked about trivial matters- the weather, world news, local news, what was going on in her life. As if he was in coma and she was trying to do him some good. For a while, he thought he was in a coma. She told him she hadn't the slightest idea where he was.

"I've been taking care of your orchids, William," she said. "Nobody else was. People think I'm a ghost when they see me. I'm there and then I'm not."

"Sometimes I wonder if you are," he admitted one day.

"I wonder sometimes if you are, too," the woman said. "But I can't stop believing that you aren't. You feel too strong to be one."

"Thank you," he said, and then the conversation turned back to her rosebushes.

And now, today, news of his companions as usual. He had no idea how long he'd been there. He'd never thought to ask. Her 'voice' broke into his thoughts, although it sounded like it was growing slightly faint. "William!"

"What?" he asked. She sounded alarmed.

"Something is happening. To you, I mean. I can feel it."

Then he was aware, too, of something happening. "What?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said. "But it's something good, I think. I've got to tell Rocky about this!"

Boone felt a momentary panic as she disappeared for a moment. He realized he'd become attached to his strange visitor, attached to her presence. Then she was back. "Don't worry, I'll be here for you...." she said.

And then, suddenly, he was looking at Sandoval. And she was gone.



Disclamers: The characters in this story weren't created by me and don't belong to me. Boone is from Gene Roddenberry's Earth: Final Conflict, belonging to Tribune and Roddenberry/Kirschner productions. Jade is from The Tomorrow People, and she belongs to Thames Television, Tetra Films, and Nickelodeon. (And perhaps other folks as well.)

This is the fourth and final story in the "New World" series of vignettes. Needless to say, it won't make sense unless you're a fan of both E:FC and TP, and have read the previous three. It does take place post-Joining, and is an alternate-universe view.

New World, First Meeting
By Estirose
copyright 1998

Boone leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. Belman had cleared him for light duty, so he was catching up on some paperwork that had accumulated while he had been in the tank.

That had been a strange experience. It had seemed like he had been there forever, or only for a moment. He could recall the woman he'd talked to, Jade, although he wondered if she really existed. It wasn't impossible that he had taken what he knew about psychic abilities and imagined her voice. He hoped not.

Someone had been taking care of his house. It could be her. Nobody had said anything about who had been doing it. If she had been there, she had left no clue.

Two people came into the office. "Can I help you?" he asked. His CVI identified the man as being one he regularly saw when he went to the Liberation headquarters, but had never met. He didn't know the woman at all. The two stood awkwardly, glancing at each other. Finally, the woman spoke. "I wanted to meet you. In person, I mean. I'm Jade."

Same accent. Same personality. Same wary stance. She had to be the woman he'd heard in the tank. He got up. "Jade. It's nice to finally meet you."

"How are your orchids? And did you find the teas I brought?" Jade asked rapidly. Boone looked her up and down. She was a decade younger than him, blonde, nondescript. Not somebody that you'd notice on the street.

He was lucky to have met her. She'd been his only glimmer of reality in the tank. And to think, that he had almost written her off as a figment of his imagination. "They're fine. You did a good job with them. Thank you. I didn't notice the teas, but I don't drink tea anyway."

The woman nodded. "I saw some, so I thought I might as well bring some extra."

"Thank you, Jade," Boone said. "You helped more than you know."

"I had to," she replied, shrugging. "I'm glad that I could. And I'm glad that you're okay. Now I can stop worrying about you."

The man with her grinned, and she glared at him. "Anyway, I couldn't hear you anymore, so I came to make sure you were okay. Before I went home."

"I think I will be," Boone said, smiling reassuringly at her.

"Good," she said. "Goodbye, Will."

With that, she hauled her friend out the door, and then they were gone.

-End