Doctor Who Fan Fiction: "No Answer".
Title: No Answer.
Fandom: Doctor Who Season Four (2008).
Characters/Pairings: Donna Noble and Wilfred Mott.
Rating: U.
Warnings: Spoilery for Journey's End.
Author's Notes: I have no idea where this came from. It just...hit me. Oh, and it's my first time writing in the present tense, so please excuse errors. I didn't think that the past tense quite worked with this.
Summary: She still has her ring.
She sits, watching the television with a kind of displaced antagonism. All of the news services are still blathering on about the "aliens abducting the Earth" story - now being slowly phased into another terrorists-placed-drugs-in-our-water initiative by the prime minister. She frowns. On the surface she is blasé, ringing around everybody she could think of in order to procure a reasonable statement for what had been happening whilst she was asleep. But deep down, there is some part of her that questions what her mother had told her. Questions why her grandfather had started to look at her in that hollow, detached way. Some part of her that frightens her, because she does not recognise it.
Picking up the remote, she flicks to another news channel, leaning her head wearily on the fist of her hand. She had been asleep for so long, and yet she is still so tired. She feels as though she has lived nine hundred years or more in the space of a single instant. She closes her eyes against the garish presenter and there is a thump inside her ears. Her eyes fly open as her ring catches the light and shimmers there momentarily, as though suspended across a thousand galaxies. She leans closer to it, the thump resounding again inside her own mind. On the television, the presenter is announcing that new scientific evidence points to nuclear radiation leaked from the Blaidd Drwg project in Cardiff to be responsible for a mass hallucination. But she cannot hear what the presenter is saying. She cannot hear anything from this world - her mind is being transported elsewhere. A place she should know, a place she should be familiar with. A place with a man she had trusted. A man called -
The hand on her shoulder pulls her back from her revere, and she stares up into the face of her grandfather as though she doesn't recognise him. Neither can she see the tears mingling with the rainwater. He looks between her and the ring, and then makes a short sharp bark that is caught between a laugh and a sob. He gestures at her. "Never liked that ring," he says, "always thought it was a bit tacky. Why don't you go into town and get yourself a new one, eh? I...I think you deserve that much at least, don't you? I'll pay; don't tell your mother." Tipping her a melancholy wink he passes her a five pound note and fumbles out of the room, muttering something incomprehensible on his way out. She stares after him, money disregarded in the palm of her hand. She turns back to the ring. She stares at it.
And it stares back at her. She is not ready yet, but some day she will be. Some day soon, perhaps. But for now, it will sit and wait.
Fandom: Doctor Who Season Four (2008).
Characters/Pairings: Donna Noble and Wilfred Mott.
Rating: U.
Warnings: Spoilery for Journey's End.
Author's Notes: I have no idea where this came from. It just...hit me. Oh, and it's my first time writing in the present tense, so please excuse errors. I didn't think that the past tense quite worked with this.
Summary: She still has her ring.
She sits, watching the television with a kind of displaced antagonism. All of the news services are still blathering on about the "aliens abducting the Earth" story - now being slowly phased into another terrorists-placed-drugs-in-our-water initiative by the prime minister. She frowns. On the surface she is blasé, ringing around everybody she could think of in order to procure a reasonable statement for what had been happening whilst she was asleep. But deep down, there is some part of her that questions what her mother had told her. Questions why her grandfather had started to look at her in that hollow, detached way. Some part of her that frightens her, because she does not recognise it.
Picking up the remote, she flicks to another news channel, leaning her head wearily on the fist of her hand. She had been asleep for so long, and yet she is still so tired. She feels as though she has lived nine hundred years or more in the space of a single instant. She closes her eyes against the garish presenter and there is a thump inside her ears. Her eyes fly open as her ring catches the light and shimmers there momentarily, as though suspended across a thousand galaxies. She leans closer to it, the thump resounding again inside her own mind. On the television, the presenter is announcing that new scientific evidence points to nuclear radiation leaked from the Blaidd Drwg project in Cardiff to be responsible for a mass hallucination. But she cannot hear what the presenter is saying. She cannot hear anything from this world - her mind is being transported elsewhere. A place she should know, a place she should be familiar with. A place with a man she had trusted. A man called -
The hand on her shoulder pulls her back from her revere, and she stares up into the face of her grandfather as though she doesn't recognise him. Neither can she see the tears mingling with the rainwater. He looks between her and the ring, and then makes a short sharp bark that is caught between a laugh and a sob. He gestures at her. "Never liked that ring," he says, "always thought it was a bit tacky. Why don't you go into town and get yourself a new one, eh? I...I think you deserve that much at least, don't you? I'll pay; don't tell your mother." Tipping her a melancholy wink he passes her a five pound note and fumbles out of the room, muttering something incomprehensible on his way out. She stares after him, money disregarded in the palm of her hand. She turns back to the ring. She stares at it.
And it stares back at her. She is not ready yet, but some day she will be. Some day soon, perhaps. But for now, it will sit and wait.