Album Concepts: Sons Of
Sons of the great or sons unknown,
All were children like your own.
The same sweet smiles,
The same sad tears,
The cries at night,
The nightmare fears.
Sons of the great or sons unknown,
All were children like your own.
They’re all little more than children to you, no matter how much they claim they’re not. You can see your own children in them; the strength, the bravado, the intelligence.
The fact that you’re still the one who comforts them when they have nightmares.
Tegan would never admit it, not to your face at least but once or twice after the Mara first took hold of her, when you walked past her room of a night on your midnight wanderings you heard her there in her room. A tiny sob would escape and when you heard it both your hearts would break.
The urge to rush in there and comfort her almost grew too much. But you’re her friend. Not a relative. She would come to you…or Nyssa if she needed to talk. You’re not sure of many things regarding Tegan but you’re certain of that.
Very certain.
And now the Mara returned (you’re still berating yourself for missing the obvious clues. Hindsight is 20/20 after all) you’re worried about Tegan again.
Or is that still?
Normally your night time meanderings have no direction to them. Tonight though, you’ve a destination in mind and your feet carry you to her room.
You’re about to move on, satisfied that she’s alright, until you hear the signs of struggling inside. You open the door and peer inside; Tegan is caught up in her bed sheets, struggling against them.
In only a manner of steps you cross the floor to her bed and sit down on the side. “Tegan…” you place a soothing hand on her forehead but she continues to struggle. “Shhh, Tegan,” your voice at a normal level now, “wake up brave heart. It’s only a night mare.”
Her eyes open and she sits up in bed, your hand on her forehead falls off but before you can do anything more, her arms are tight around you and she’s sobbing into your shoulder. Your arms protectively envelope her and you attempt to make soothing noises, brushing her fringe to the side.
“Rabbits Doc, I…the Mara, it…”
“Brave heart Tegan,” you whisper, attempting to comfort her, “it was only a bad dream.”
Muse: The Doctor (Five)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 360 (not including lyrics)