Bif Naked - Lucky - Completely AU piece
It was a Monday, when my lover told me,
"Never pay the Reaper with love only."
What could i say to you except " I love you"
and "I'd give my life for yours."
It wasn't Earth. Sadly that had been long gone despite the Doctor's best efforts. Yet, from the door of the TARDIS it seemed enough like it that he knew he was giving her as close as he could.
The city was gray, from the stone and metal of the buildings to the sky overhead. There was graffiti and smog and even homeless kids roaming about, looking ragged and drugged out. He knew that none of it was real yet it was as close as her Earth as he might find when Earth itself had been gone for nearly a hundred years. It hadn't lasted as long as many might have thought, longer than others had hoped.
Donna, despite being a child of Earth, had lasted longer than her own planet. Advancing technology, both human and alien, had seen to that yet no civilization had yet to find a true form of immortality. For a brief moment he thought of Cassandra, of that skin stretched on a frame, constantly in need of moisturizing and little more than skin and a flat, overly made-up face. It was a fleeting thought, one passed over quickly but it had crossed his mind. Crossed it as a million other ideas had. There had to be another world, more technology, something, anything.
"Close the bleeding door!" Despite the weakness of her voice, there was a still a sharp edge to her tones.
"I thought you'd want to see it again,' he sighed, closing the door and turning to face her. An hour before she'd insisted he help her out of bed and into the main room of the TARDIS. Now she was curled up on the floor beside the console, refusing both blanket and pad to make her comfortable. She said she needed to be close to her.
"I've seen it,' she said, holding out her hand to him. "Now all I need is right here."
He took the invite and moved closer, curling down onto the floor next to her, pulling Donna into his arms and holding her close. "We could try something else. There's places we haven’t been, things we haven't seen. We could…"
Donna's finger shook as she placed it against his lips, silencing him. "It's time to stop running," she whispered, offering a small, trembling smile. "At least it is for me."
"I'm not ready to find a new companion,' he said, voice gruff.
"Then don't,' she teased, a hint of the former light in her eyes. She looked barely older than she had when she met, yet her systems were giving out and had been for a while. "I don't want you alone,' she whispered, eyes suddenly bright and full of tears.
"Maybe we could,' he began, mind racing to find an answer, a way he could fix this. He was the Doctor and this shouldn't be how it ended, even if it was nearly three hundred years past her normal life span.
"Say goodbye." The words were barely more than a whisper, little more than her mind to his.
"I love you, Donna."
"I love you too, my Star. My Martian." She stared into his eyes, nothing changing in how she looked and yet he knew she was gone, curled into his arms with her cheek against the floor of the TARDIS.
"Goodbye."
How can I ever get over you, when I'd give my life for yours
"Never pay the Reaper with love only."
What could i say to you except " I love you"
and "I'd give my life for yours."
It wasn't Earth. Sadly that had been long gone despite the Doctor's best efforts. Yet, from the door of the TARDIS it seemed enough like it that he knew he was giving her as close as he could.
The city was gray, from the stone and metal of the buildings to the sky overhead. There was graffiti and smog and even homeless kids roaming about, looking ragged and drugged out. He knew that none of it was real yet it was as close as her Earth as he might find when Earth itself had been gone for nearly a hundred years. It hadn't lasted as long as many might have thought, longer than others had hoped.
Donna, despite being a child of Earth, had lasted longer than her own planet. Advancing technology, both human and alien, had seen to that yet no civilization had yet to find a true form of immortality. For a brief moment he thought of Cassandra, of that skin stretched on a frame, constantly in need of moisturizing and little more than skin and a flat, overly made-up face. It was a fleeting thought, one passed over quickly but it had crossed his mind. Crossed it as a million other ideas had. There had to be another world, more technology, something, anything.
"Close the bleeding door!" Despite the weakness of her voice, there was a still a sharp edge to her tones.
"I thought you'd want to see it again,' he sighed, closing the door and turning to face her. An hour before she'd insisted he help her out of bed and into the main room of the TARDIS. Now she was curled up on the floor beside the console, refusing both blanket and pad to make her comfortable. She said she needed to be close to her.
"I've seen it,' she said, holding out her hand to him. "Now all I need is right here."
He took the invite and moved closer, curling down onto the floor next to her, pulling Donna into his arms and holding her close. "We could try something else. There's places we haven’t been, things we haven't seen. We could…"
Donna's finger shook as she placed it against his lips, silencing him. "It's time to stop running," she whispered, offering a small, trembling smile. "At least it is for me."
"I'm not ready to find a new companion,' he said, voice gruff.
"Then don't,' she teased, a hint of the former light in her eyes. She looked barely older than she had when she met, yet her systems were giving out and had been for a while. "I don't want you alone,' she whispered, eyes suddenly bright and full of tears.
"Maybe we could,' he began, mind racing to find an answer, a way he could fix this. He was the Doctor and this shouldn't be how it ended, even if it was nearly three hundred years past her normal life span.
"Say goodbye." The words were barely more than a whisper, little more than her mind to his.
"I love you, Donna."
"I love you too, my Star. My Martian." She stared into his eyes, nothing changing in how she looked and yet he knew she was gone, curled into his arms with her cheek against the floor of the TARDIS.
"Goodbye."
How can I ever get over you, when I'd give my life for yours