It Was Worth It (Part 2 of 3)
Title - It Was Worth It (Part 2 of 3)
Characters - Ten, Rose, mentions of Jackie
Genre - Post Doomsday reunion fic. Angst
Spoilers - Mentions of Series 3 final
Summary - The Doctor finds his way across the void with only one thought on his mind.
Part One
He sleeps deeply and his mind is littered with nightmares, though he doesn’t awake, not until he becomes aware of sunlight attacking his squeezed shut eyelids and a cool breeze from an open window. He reaches for a body he knows should be beside him, and when it’s not there he lurches forwards and out of bed and is momentarily blinded by the suns brightness. Squinting he sees her smiling at him from across the room, preparing clean clothing for herself and seemingly for him. For the first time since his arrival in this dimension he finds the words that used to come so easily, and he steps forwards and utters her name. Rose.
He can see a spark relight in her eyes as well as the formation of tears, though she refuses to shed them, and she reaches for him, pulling him into her embrace, regardless of his nakedness. Her hair smells of something sweet, something he knows he used to crave. Bananas, and he voices this noun and she laughs at him and pulls him closer.
“You were right the first time.” And they stand and regard each other for the longest of times.
“Rose.” He says again, before the exertion becomes too much, and he finds himself seated on the ground his head between his knees, fighting off the urge to vomit, and waiting for the room to halt its spinning.
He sleeps again for most of the day, and somewhere in his addled mind he knows there is irony in this. Fever over takes him, and his temperature rises. People come and go, and he’s aware that he knows them, but can’t place the faces or the names. Rose stays strong at his bedside, never leaving, her hand brushing away the hair stuck to his face with sweat, sometimes with a cold cloth, sometimes just soothing with soft palms and delicate fingers. Despite the pain building behind his eyes he selfishly wishes things could stay like this forever. He need never move from this spot again, as long as Rose remains beside him.
The fever breaks, and he sleeps deeply, and then he is no longer sleeping, he has receded into the furthest reaches of his mind. His respiratory system goes on bypass, and momentarily he worries that he is dying, but an instinct takes over and he knows this is ok, this is how he heals, this is how he will survive. He always survives. He lets go of all he knows and slips into the blackness. He has come to hate blackness, fear it, but this blackness is welcoming, and he accepts it without a second thought. He knows tomorrow he will live.
Characters - Ten, Rose, mentions of Jackie
Genre - Post Doomsday reunion fic. Angst
Spoilers - Mentions of Series 3 final
Summary - The Doctor finds his way across the void with only one thought on his mind.
Part One
He sleeps deeply and his mind is littered with nightmares, though he doesn’t awake, not until he becomes aware of sunlight attacking his squeezed shut eyelids and a cool breeze from an open window. He reaches for a body he knows should be beside him, and when it’s not there he lurches forwards and out of bed and is momentarily blinded by the suns brightness. Squinting he sees her smiling at him from across the room, preparing clean clothing for herself and seemingly for him. For the first time since his arrival in this dimension he finds the words that used to come so easily, and he steps forwards and utters her name. Rose.
He can see a spark relight in her eyes as well as the formation of tears, though she refuses to shed them, and she reaches for him, pulling him into her embrace, regardless of his nakedness. Her hair smells of something sweet, something he knows he used to crave. Bananas, and he voices this noun and she laughs at him and pulls him closer.
“You were right the first time.” And they stand and regard each other for the longest of times.
“Rose.” He says again, before the exertion becomes too much, and he finds himself seated on the ground his head between his knees, fighting off the urge to vomit, and waiting for the room to halt its spinning.
He sleeps again for most of the day, and somewhere in his addled mind he knows there is irony in this. Fever over takes him, and his temperature rises. People come and go, and he’s aware that he knows them, but can’t place the faces or the names. Rose stays strong at his bedside, never leaving, her hand brushing away the hair stuck to his face with sweat, sometimes with a cold cloth, sometimes just soothing with soft palms and delicate fingers. Despite the pain building behind his eyes he selfishly wishes things could stay like this forever. He need never move from this spot again, as long as Rose remains beside him.
The fever breaks, and he sleeps deeply, and then he is no longer sleeping, he has receded into the furthest reaches of his mind. His respiratory system goes on bypass, and momentarily he worries that he is dying, but an instinct takes over and he knows this is ok, this is how he heals, this is how he will survive. He always survives. He lets go of all he knows and slips into the blackness. He has come to hate blackness, fear it, but this blackness is welcoming, and he accepts it without a second thought. He knows tomorrow he will live.