DR WHO FIC: Something Happened
Title: Something Happened
Author: charlottetrips
Characters: Doctor/Rose
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 697
Warning: Spoilers up to "The Wedding of River Song"
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Summary: He's getting old. And forgetful.
Something Happened
What was with all the balloons and confetti? He brushed some stray pieces of fluff from his hair as he made his way through the festive party happening in a park of some planet that the TARDIS had decided to land him on. He gave an annoyed yet affectionate glance back at her as the crowd swallowed him up.
There were jugglers to his left: tossing fireballs and waterballs with careless abandon. A set of musicians sitting to the other side, playing a lively melody on what looked like gigantic sea shells. The inhabitants of this planet seemed to all have turned up for what was obviously a celebration of some kind. Their skin shades varied from an indigo to pastels of blue and purple; their hair looked like twisted black ropes that seemed to also double as a decoration as he saw it wrapped around various individuals’ necks and wrists like jewelry.
The scene seemed vaguely familiar to the Doctor which he paid little attention to, having seen and done many things in his lifetimes. He’d taken the TARDIS to have his last great adventures before he had to die and just accepted his arrival on this planet as one more stop to Lake Silencio.
He beamed as he took in a holographic puppet show, the puppeteer underneath the stage, acting out the movements of the images above. It was a classic. Bickering husband and wife trying to kill each other. Smashing good fun.
He stood there a moment longer, his mind lazily making its course to past festivals when a glimpse of blonde hair momentarily stopped his hearts. Shocked, he turned towards the petite figure in pink as she came running towards him, head turned back to laugh at whomever was behind her. The moment stretched into infinity and he was unable to move, having forgotten (or buried) how she had made him feel.
The collision was inevitable and he caught her by the shoulders to still her as she turned her laughing but apologetic face up to him. “Sorry, there! Wasn’t watchin’ where I was goin’!” Her wide and brilliant smile was a wonder to him as were those bright brown eyes that he hadn’t seen in a hundred years.
And all of a sudden he realized his capacity for love. He loved this girl, Rose who had come back for him at the risk of her life, over and over again. But he also loved River, the woman traveling in the opposite direction. He loved Amy and Rory, the Ponds. He loved them all.
His companions and friends is why he had come so far and done so much. Maybe he was still trying to run away from things he didn’t want to face, but they made him want to face his demons down. The majority of things he’d done, the places he had gone, were because of this all-encompassing adoration for the universe and all that it contained.
Rose shrugged underneath his grip bringing him back to the time at hand. He abruptly let go of her and she glanced at him uncertainly. He opened his mouth, not knowing what he was going to say when a tall figure moved up to her shoulder. He automatically glanced at the person and received his second shock that day.
Looking back at him with a slightly possessive glare was his 10th incarnation. After a brief second, the Doctor felt his grin explode back into view as he took in that hair, those sideburns and the favorite brown suit. “Hello!” He waved at his younger self, laughing a little as the younger Time Lord placed a protective arm around Rose's shoulders. “I’d shake your hands or hug you but I think that would create one of them time things that we don’t want to clean up. It was good seeing you though!”
He saw Ten’s eyes widen in recognition before he turned and disappeared into the crush of natives, hearing Rose’s question, “Was that…?” and his younger self’s slightly befuddled reply of, “Yeah.”
And he laughed in delight and in sadness (how could he have forgotten?), all the way back to the TARDIS.
Author: charlottetrips
Characters: Doctor/Rose
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 697
Warning: Spoilers up to "The Wedding of River Song"
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Summary: He's getting old. And forgetful.
Something Happened
What was with all the balloons and confetti? He brushed some stray pieces of fluff from his hair as he made his way through the festive party happening in a park of some planet that the TARDIS had decided to land him on. He gave an annoyed yet affectionate glance back at her as the crowd swallowed him up.
There were jugglers to his left: tossing fireballs and waterballs with careless abandon. A set of musicians sitting to the other side, playing a lively melody on what looked like gigantic sea shells. The inhabitants of this planet seemed to all have turned up for what was obviously a celebration of some kind. Their skin shades varied from an indigo to pastels of blue and purple; their hair looked like twisted black ropes that seemed to also double as a decoration as he saw it wrapped around various individuals’ necks and wrists like jewelry.
The scene seemed vaguely familiar to the Doctor which he paid little attention to, having seen and done many things in his lifetimes. He’d taken the TARDIS to have his last great adventures before he had to die and just accepted his arrival on this planet as one more stop to Lake Silencio.
He beamed as he took in a holographic puppet show, the puppeteer underneath the stage, acting out the movements of the images above. It was a classic. Bickering husband and wife trying to kill each other. Smashing good fun.
He stood there a moment longer, his mind lazily making its course to past festivals when a glimpse of blonde hair momentarily stopped his hearts. Shocked, he turned towards the petite figure in pink as she came running towards him, head turned back to laugh at whomever was behind her. The moment stretched into infinity and he was unable to move, having forgotten (or buried) how she had made him feel.
The collision was inevitable and he caught her by the shoulders to still her as she turned her laughing but apologetic face up to him. “Sorry, there! Wasn’t watchin’ where I was goin’!” Her wide and brilliant smile was a wonder to him as were those bright brown eyes that he hadn’t seen in a hundred years.
And all of a sudden he realized his capacity for love. He loved this girl, Rose who had come back for him at the risk of her life, over and over again. But he also loved River, the woman traveling in the opposite direction. He loved Amy and Rory, the Ponds. He loved them all.
His companions and friends is why he had come so far and done so much. Maybe he was still trying to run away from things he didn’t want to face, but they made him want to face his demons down. The majority of things he’d done, the places he had gone, were because of this all-encompassing adoration for the universe and all that it contained.
Rose shrugged underneath his grip bringing him back to the time at hand. He abruptly let go of her and she glanced at him uncertainly. He opened his mouth, not knowing what he was going to say when a tall figure moved up to her shoulder. He automatically glanced at the person and received his second shock that day.
Looking back at him with a slightly possessive glare was his 10th incarnation. After a brief second, the Doctor felt his grin explode back into view as he took in that hair, those sideburns and the favorite brown suit. “Hello!” He waved at his younger self, laughing a little as the younger Time Lord placed a protective arm around Rose's shoulders. “I’d shake your hands or hug you but I think that would create one of them time things that we don’t want to clean up. It was good seeing you though!”
He saw Ten’s eyes widen in recognition before he turned and disappeared into the crush of natives, hearing Rose’s question, “Was that…?” and his younger self’s slightly befuddled reply of, “Yeah.”
And he laughed in delight and in sadness (how could he have forgotten?), all the way back to the TARDIS.