Fic: Certainties
Another one so soon? Yeah, I'm shocked as well.
Title: Certainties
Author: arwen_kenobi
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit. Just for fun. Please don’t sue
Spoilers: Doomsday
Summary: She snorts when she’s told this and mutters something about irony
Author’s Note: Post reunion fic
They tell her exactly how much time she has and how this is going to go. She has two minutes, not a second more or less. She will be a holographic image to him and he to her, nothing more and nothing less. She snorts when she’s told this and mutters something about irony. Her captors don’t find this at all amusing and let her know it. She’s clutching her sides and is straightening to stand before him only to find that he’s already there.
His face is haggard, his hair is askew and it looks like he could use a good kip. Forget whatever he says about Time Lords and not needing sleep. He regards her with hope and shouts her name as he steps toward her. She raises a hand and he stops. His shoulders sag and his voice is as ironic as the situation is. “Image?” He forms the word as a question but it’s not really one at all.
She nods in answer. “They’ve given me two minutes…”
His eyes close and he lets out a snort of utterly mirthless laughter. “You’re not burning up a sun to speak to me by any chance?”
She shakes her head. “Nope, but I am saying good-bye though.”
He shakes his head as well. Furiously. “No you’re not,” he says it as if the power of his words alone can stop them. “I’m coming to get you.”
“You don’t even know where I am!”
“Since when has that ever stopped me?” The glare in his eyes and the darkness in his voice are both scaring her and comforting her. The Oncoming Storm is here now and she takes a moment to feel a little sorry for her captors.
She concedes the point and he quickly blurts out that he loves her. “Just…just in….,” he stammers. He collects himself and continues: “I don’t want to make the same mistake twice.”
She smiles through her tears, caused more from the pain in her sides than anything he’s saying. “Quite right too,” she quips.
A shadow of a smile crosses his face. “Isn’t that my line?”
“Well, as we have switched roles, I thought it appropriate.”
He concedes her this point but his determined gaze never wavers. “I am coming to get you,” he says firmly. He enunciates each word and leaves just enough space between them so each one sinks in individually.
She nods curtly. “I know.”
“Good.”
“I love you too.”
He inclines his head but says nothing more to her, just holds her gaze. She answers in kind as they wait for the signal to be cut off. There are no goodbyes to be said and no more words to be had. All that needed to be said has been said. His image soon fades and she is once again left alone and waiting. She is still smiling as she’s led back to her cell for she knows that the Doctor is coming for her.
There are, still, some certainties in the universe.
Title: Certainties
Author: arwen_kenobi
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit. Just for fun. Please don’t sue
Spoilers: Doomsday
Summary: She snorts when she’s told this and mutters something about irony
Author’s Note: Post reunion fic
They tell her exactly how much time she has and how this is going to go. She has two minutes, not a second more or less. She will be a holographic image to him and he to her, nothing more and nothing less. She snorts when she’s told this and mutters something about irony. Her captors don’t find this at all amusing and let her know it. She’s clutching her sides and is straightening to stand before him only to find that he’s already there.
His face is haggard, his hair is askew and it looks like he could use a good kip. Forget whatever he says about Time Lords and not needing sleep. He regards her with hope and shouts her name as he steps toward her. She raises a hand and he stops. His shoulders sag and his voice is as ironic as the situation is. “Image?” He forms the word as a question but it’s not really one at all.
She nods in answer. “They’ve given me two minutes…”
His eyes close and he lets out a snort of utterly mirthless laughter. “You’re not burning up a sun to speak to me by any chance?”
She shakes her head. “Nope, but I am saying good-bye though.”
He shakes his head as well. Furiously. “No you’re not,” he says it as if the power of his words alone can stop them. “I’m coming to get you.”
“You don’t even know where I am!”
“Since when has that ever stopped me?” The glare in his eyes and the darkness in his voice are both scaring her and comforting her. The Oncoming Storm is here now and she takes a moment to feel a little sorry for her captors.
She concedes the point and he quickly blurts out that he loves her. “Just…just in….,” he stammers. He collects himself and continues: “I don’t want to make the same mistake twice.”
She smiles through her tears, caused more from the pain in her sides than anything he’s saying. “Quite right too,” she quips.
A shadow of a smile crosses his face. “Isn’t that my line?”
“Well, as we have switched roles, I thought it appropriate.”
He concedes her this point but his determined gaze never wavers. “I am coming to get you,” he says firmly. He enunciates each word and leaves just enough space between them so each one sinks in individually.
She nods curtly. “I know.”
“Good.”
“I love you too.”
He inclines his head but says nothing more to her, just holds her gaze. She answers in kind as they wait for the signal to be cut off. There are no goodbyes to be said and no more words to be had. All that needed to be said has been said. His image soon fades and she is once again left alone and waiting. She is still smiling as she’s led back to her cell for she knows that the Doctor is coming for her.
There are, still, some certainties in the universe.