DOCTOR WHO: Temptation
Title: Temptation
Characters/Pairing: Tenth Doctor and Yana
Word Count: 191
Rating: Worksafe
Summary: The Doctor reaches Yana before he opens his fob watch.
Notes: Written for comment_fic. I would love to have the focus to write a much longer fic in this verse. Or for someone else to do it.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all characters belong to the BBC. I am not affiliated with the BBC, and am not making any money from this.
He can hear them whispering, now that he's actually holding the watch in his hand. All those voices, ancient and far away and achingly familiar, clamoring in his head to be noticed, to be set free. His thumb plays for a moment about the clasp of the thing, faltering for a second. He's been alone for so long, and all it would take is to open it, hand it to Yana...
He flinches and drops it quickly into his pocket, jerking his hand away like the watch has suddenly gone white-hot. His gaze shifts up and he meets Yana's questioning blue eyes, somehow managing to keep from glancing away. He can't answer any of the questions in the man's eyes, and he's afraid to ask any of his own, like how much did you hear, before I took the watch?, or do you ever dream about time travel, about Gallifrey, about you and me?
So he swallows hard, and tries to ignore the lead weight in his pocket, and says with a voice too loud and bright to be genuine, "So, Professor Yana! Where- when would you like to go?"
Characters/Pairing: Tenth Doctor and Yana
Word Count: 191
Rating: Worksafe
Summary: The Doctor reaches Yana before he opens his fob watch.
Notes: Written for comment_fic. I would love to have the focus to write a much longer fic in this verse. Or for someone else to do it.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all characters belong to the BBC. I am not affiliated with the BBC, and am not making any money from this.
He can hear them whispering, now that he's actually holding the watch in his hand. All those voices, ancient and far away and achingly familiar, clamoring in his head to be noticed, to be set free. His thumb plays for a moment about the clasp of the thing, faltering for a second. He's been alone for so long, and all it would take is to open it, hand it to Yana...
He flinches and drops it quickly into his pocket, jerking his hand away like the watch has suddenly gone white-hot. His gaze shifts up and he meets Yana's questioning blue eyes, somehow managing to keep from glancing away. He can't answer any of the questions in the man's eyes, and he's afraid to ask any of his own, like how much did you hear, before I took the watch?, or do you ever dream about time travel, about Gallifrey, about you and me?
So he swallows hard, and tries to ignore the lead weight in his pocket, and says with a voice too loud and bright to be genuine, "So, Professor Yana! Where- when would you like to go?"