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ladyoftimeThe Doctor needs to be understood.
It’s a trait common to every species in the universe. Everyone needs someone to share their woes with, to connect with and finish each other’s sentences because they know their fellow so well. The Doctor is jealous, because people- all over the universe, people- are bonding and understanding, and she doesn’t have that.
They sprawl on office chairs, upholstered with leather and uncomfortable in design. She lets one leg drape over him, and for this moment they are resting in the heat of the moments before.
“It’s what you wanted,” the Doctor says, quietly, and he falters, because he’s always wanted to see the Doctor so utterly destroyed, but he never wanted to see Theta in such pain.
A woman raps on the door once, twice. “You have an appointment, Mr. Saxon.”
She reaches for the last woman she let in her mind, a single unimportant, fantastic courtesan from the 18th century. She sits on the bed and stares at the fireplace, remembering every time she used it.
“What do you want?” Reinette demands, because a strange woman (imaginary friend) is trespassing in her bedroom.
“Your play,” the Doctor tells her quite honestly, “was absolutely fantastic.” She pulls Madame de Pompadour towards herself gently and takes a kiss that should have belonged to (the King) (her self).
“Doctor?” Reinette cries out, understanding and hoping, but her angel has stolen away into the night.
She finds UNIT and inquires after an old friend.
He is out, she is told, and she knows she came to the wrong place. I’m sorry, Brigadier, she thinks apologetically, but you couldn’t have helped, anyway.
She visits the human who understood, if only for a short time, what it was to be the Doctor. She sits in the back row at his performance and remembers when his music was (will be) for her.
“Did you like the show?” he asks her later, and buys her a drink. Before she leaves him, she gives him the one thing she can think of that is enough for a goodbye, and almost loses herself in the memories of the last time she kissed him.
Next week, he will meet a man who likes Toulouse, and it will be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
She talks to the fair-haired Lady President of Gallifrey, but she can’t stay long because Time screams too loudly in her head.
The bedsheets twist around her, and she knows she is courting disaster, a little too literally for her usual tastes. A head of ginger hair is spread out on the pillow next to her, and a warm body she has come to know well.
It is the morning after, so ordinary and comforting and alien to the Doctor. She turns to face her bedmate, who is already awake.
“Was that what you wanted?” the Rani asks her, and the Doctor has to say no, because it’s still not enough.
She knocks at the door of a bus bound for 22 Putney Common. A woman wearing a large hat with stuffed birds and flowers answers, and she gathers the Doctor in a sudden, enthusiastic hug. “When was the last time I saw you?” she asks.
“Too long ago, Iris,” the Doctor tells the one Gallifreyan left who is older than her.
She stumbles across another woman searching for someone to talk to. They have one awkward cup of tea at a shop, and she knows the woman’s Torchwood, and the woman knows she’s alien. They stumble and trip through a conversation; the woman talks about a glove, the Doctor talks about the universe. They pay for their food separately and never see each other again.
She waits with the patient knowledge that if she stays in this place long enough, he will come.
His TARDIS materializes, as she knew it would. It is the first place he will visit, after Gallifrey, and he is wrapped in the guilt and sorrow he hides with a leather jacket. Before he can disappear into the night as she knows he will, she catches his arm with one hand and touches his face with the other.
“I’m sorry,” the Doctors tell each other.
Later, he will forget her, but for now, he understands.
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Prompt: 1.8 - I need this one thing from you...
Word Count: 711
Warning: Very minute spoilerish for the end of the third season. Probably most people know it already, but there you go.
Archiving. Sorry if you've seen this already.
It’s a trait common to every species in the universe. Everyone needs someone to share their woes with, to connect with and finish each other’s sentences because they know their fellow so well. The Doctor is jealous, because people- all over the universe, people- are bonding and understanding, and she doesn’t have that.
They sprawl on office chairs, upholstered with leather and uncomfortable in design. She lets one leg drape over him, and for this moment they are resting in the heat of the moments before.
“It’s what you wanted,” the Doctor says, quietly, and he falters, because he’s always wanted to see the Doctor so utterly destroyed, but he never wanted to see Theta in such pain.
A woman raps on the door once, twice. “You have an appointment, Mr. Saxon.”
She reaches for the last woman she let in her mind, a single unimportant, fantastic courtesan from the 18th century. She sits on the bed and stares at the fireplace, remembering every time she used it.
“What do you want?” Reinette demands, because a strange woman (imaginary friend) is trespassing in her bedroom.
“Your play,” the Doctor tells her quite honestly, “was absolutely fantastic.” She pulls Madame de Pompadour towards herself gently and takes a kiss that should have belonged to (the King) (her self).
“Doctor?” Reinette cries out, understanding and hoping, but her angel has stolen away into the night.
She finds UNIT and inquires after an old friend.
He is out, she is told, and she knows she came to the wrong place. I’m sorry, Brigadier, she thinks apologetically, but you couldn’t have helped, anyway.
She visits the human who understood, if only for a short time, what it was to be the Doctor. She sits in the back row at his performance and remembers when his music was (will be) for her.
“Did you like the show?” he asks her later, and buys her a drink. Before she leaves him, she gives him the one thing she can think of that is enough for a goodbye, and almost loses herself in the memories of the last time she kissed him.
Next week, he will meet a man who likes Toulouse, and it will be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
She talks to the fair-haired Lady President of Gallifrey, but she can’t stay long because Time screams too loudly in her head.
The bedsheets twist around her, and she knows she is courting disaster, a little too literally for her usual tastes. A head of ginger hair is spread out on the pillow next to her, and a warm body she has come to know well.
It is the morning after, so ordinary and comforting and alien to the Doctor. She turns to face her bedmate, who is already awake.
“Was that what you wanted?” the Rani asks her, and the Doctor has to say no, because it’s still not enough.
She knocks at the door of a bus bound for 22 Putney Common. A woman wearing a large hat with stuffed birds and flowers answers, and she gathers the Doctor in a sudden, enthusiastic hug. “When was the last time I saw you?” she asks.
“Too long ago, Iris,” the Doctor tells the one Gallifreyan left who is older than her.
She stumbles across another woman searching for someone to talk to. They have one awkward cup of tea at a shop, and she knows the woman’s Torchwood, and the woman knows she’s alien. They stumble and trip through a conversation; the woman talks about a glove, the Doctor talks about the universe. They pay for their food separately and never see each other again.
She waits with the patient knowledge that if she stays in this place long enough, he will come.
His TARDIS materializes, as she knew it would. It is the first place he will visit, after Gallifrey, and he is wrapped in the guilt and sorrow he hides with a leather jacket. Before he can disappear into the night as she knows he will, she catches his arm with one hand and touches his face with the other.
“I’m sorry,” the Doctors tell each other.
Later, he will forget her, but for now, he understands.
Community:
oncoming_stormsPrompt: 1.8 - I need this one thing from you...
Word Count: 711
Warning: Very minute spoilerish for the end of the third season. Probably most people know it already, but there you go.
Archiving. Sorry if you've seen this already.
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