Fic: Ood-Sphere 1/1 [Doctor Who, G, D/D]
Title: Ood-Sphere 1/1
Author: GylzGirl
Characters: The Doctor, Donna Noble.
Rating: G [Spoliers through Planet of the Dead.]
Prompt Word: #7 Picture for the weekly drabble challenge at doctor_donna
Word Count: 884.
The Doctor opened the TARDIS door and stepped onto the snowy world. He took in a deep breath of clean, bracing cold air. “Ah, Ood-Sphere. You never change.” The Doctor smiled. He closed the door behind him and took a look around, surmising that the TARDIS had landed approximately where it had the last time he'd come here; when he'd come with Donna. His smile faded and he began to retrace their footsteps, heading in the direction that the Ood Operations processing center had once lain.
This all started when he'd found sand that wasn't sand in his trainers this morning. The Doctor remembered that he hadn't worn those shoes since his “looking for a Donna replacement” phase, which had ended months ago. Each time he'd tried, it had only left him aching for the only person in the universe who could fill the Donna-shaped hole in his hearts. His last ditch effort had been on a planet covered in sand that was formerly people.
Those trainers had been chucked out the TARDIS doors into open space somewhere outside the Mandola Cluster and he had set course for here, Ood-Sphere; crisp, white snow having been as far as he could imagine from corpse-sand covered dunes. Besides, it worked with what he liked to call the “tragical history tour” phase that he was now in; revisiting planets he and Donna had been or talked of going to. He could visualize her more clearly in those places and he found that eased her loss a little.
The Doctor approached the gates of what had once been a complex consisting of multiple dull gray metal warehouses, perfunctory in their style and neutral in the atrocities taking place within. Instead now, the Doctor found a landscaped garden of winter-thriving plants surrounding an exquisitely styled single multi-floor building approximately taking up the room the whole complex had once occupied. The building itself looked to be covered entirely in some kind of dark blue marble and was rather striking against the surrounding snow.
Mouth hanging slightly open, the Doctor approached the main doors. Over them, etched deep into the stone of the wall itself, was an inscription: The Museum of TheDoctorDonna. The Doctor grinned uncontrollably and walked inside.
The main hall was as glorious in white marble as the outside had been with blue. Inside and off to the left stood a two story tall statue of himself and Donna standing just outside the TARDIS looking as they had when they'd left Ood-Sphere the last time. There were quite a few non-Ood lifeforms taking in the museum, the Doctor noted with some pride. It was nice to know that people actually cared about what had happened here.
He continued up the hallway as pictures, holograms, artifacts and video screens told the history of the Ood as a people, their first-contact with non-Ood, their enslavement and finally, their freedom. Many off-worlders passed the Doctor with tears running down their faces, appalled at the part their particular species had played in harming this infinitely peaceful race.
The main hall ended in a huge set of open wooden doors that led into a grand rotunda. He gasped in surprise. This room was nothing but the Doctor and Donna; pictures of the two of them he surmised must have been salvaged from the Ood Operations security cameras and cleaned up digitally, painted portraits from what must have been masters of art on their respective planets. The Doctor turned left and found a brief history of Gallifrey and more photos and paintings, this time of his previous incarnations. Beyond that lay pictures of Donna from childhood up and an artistic framed family tree of the Noble/Mott clan. The Doctor marveled at the research that must have gone into all of this, considering how far removed this time was from Donna's.
A little further on there was a globe that, when you passed your hand over it, played the Ood-Song of TheDoctorDonna and the story of how they had freed the Ood. The Doctor remembered touching his fingers to Donna's soft warm face to allow her to hear their song of captivity. He then recalled stripping her memories from her in the same manner, her limp body falling into his arms; the strawberry shampoo scent of her ginger hair all around him as he kissed her head, crushing her against him, never wanting to let go. He jolted, taking his hand away from the globe and shaking his head to bring himself back to the present. Eying the globe warily, he moved on, as he always did.
The next series of panels on the wall rooted the Doctor to the spot; pictures of himself and Donna from all over the universe. The backgrounds depicted worlds with purple skies or vast green oceans. Some had crystal trees while others had surface terrain that appeared to resemble orange gelatin. In every one of these pictures, there he was with Donna, smiling, laughing, helping her keep her footing on the planet made of Jello.
The Doctor's eyes misted up as he smiled and touched Donna's face on the picture. These were all photos of places they had never gone. Things they had never done. “Not yet,” the Doctor spoke, happiness swelling within. “Not yet.”
Author: GylzGirl
Characters: The Doctor, Donna Noble.
Rating: G [Spoliers through Planet of the Dead.]
Prompt Word: #7 Picture for the weekly drabble challenge at doctor_donna
Word Count: 884.
The Doctor opened the TARDIS door and stepped onto the snowy world. He took in a deep breath of clean, bracing cold air. “Ah, Ood-Sphere. You never change.” The Doctor smiled. He closed the door behind him and took a look around, surmising that the TARDIS had landed approximately where it had the last time he'd come here; when he'd come with Donna. His smile faded and he began to retrace their footsteps, heading in the direction that the Ood Operations processing center had once lain.
This all started when he'd found sand that wasn't sand in his trainers this morning. The Doctor remembered that he hadn't worn those shoes since his “looking for a Donna replacement” phase, which had ended months ago. Each time he'd tried, it had only left him aching for the only person in the universe who could fill the Donna-shaped hole in his hearts. His last ditch effort had been on a planet covered in sand that was formerly people.
Those trainers had been chucked out the TARDIS doors into open space somewhere outside the Mandola Cluster and he had set course for here, Ood-Sphere; crisp, white snow having been as far as he could imagine from corpse-sand covered dunes. Besides, it worked with what he liked to call the “tragical history tour” phase that he was now in; revisiting planets he and Donna had been or talked of going to. He could visualize her more clearly in those places and he found that eased her loss a little.
The Doctor approached the gates of what had once been a complex consisting of multiple dull gray metal warehouses, perfunctory in their style and neutral in the atrocities taking place within. Instead now, the Doctor found a landscaped garden of winter-thriving plants surrounding an exquisitely styled single multi-floor building approximately taking up the room the whole complex had once occupied. The building itself looked to be covered entirely in some kind of dark blue marble and was rather striking against the surrounding snow.
Mouth hanging slightly open, the Doctor approached the main doors. Over them, etched deep into the stone of the wall itself, was an inscription: The Museum of TheDoctorDonna. The Doctor grinned uncontrollably and walked inside.
The main hall was as glorious in white marble as the outside had been with blue. Inside and off to the left stood a two story tall statue of himself and Donna standing just outside the TARDIS looking as they had when they'd left Ood-Sphere the last time. There were quite a few non-Ood lifeforms taking in the museum, the Doctor noted with some pride. It was nice to know that people actually cared about what had happened here.
He continued up the hallway as pictures, holograms, artifacts and video screens told the history of the Ood as a people, their first-contact with non-Ood, their enslavement and finally, their freedom. Many off-worlders passed the Doctor with tears running down their faces, appalled at the part their particular species had played in harming this infinitely peaceful race.
The main hall ended in a huge set of open wooden doors that led into a grand rotunda. He gasped in surprise. This room was nothing but the Doctor and Donna; pictures of the two of them he surmised must have been salvaged from the Ood Operations security cameras and cleaned up digitally, painted portraits from what must have been masters of art on their respective planets. The Doctor turned left and found a brief history of Gallifrey and more photos and paintings, this time of his previous incarnations. Beyond that lay pictures of Donna from childhood up and an artistic framed family tree of the Noble/Mott clan. The Doctor marveled at the research that must have gone into all of this, considering how far removed this time was from Donna's.
A little further on there was a globe that, when you passed your hand over it, played the Ood-Song of TheDoctorDonna and the story of how they had freed the Ood. The Doctor remembered touching his fingers to Donna's soft warm face to allow her to hear their song of captivity. He then recalled stripping her memories from her in the same manner, her limp body falling into his arms; the strawberry shampoo scent of her ginger hair all around him as he kissed her head, crushing her against him, never wanting to let go. He jolted, taking his hand away from the globe and shaking his head to bring himself back to the present. Eying the globe warily, he moved on, as he always did.
The next series of panels on the wall rooted the Doctor to the spot; pictures of himself and Donna from all over the universe. The backgrounds depicted worlds with purple skies or vast green oceans. Some had crystal trees while others had surface terrain that appeared to resemble orange gelatin. In every one of these pictures, there he was with Donna, smiling, laughing, helping her keep her footing on the planet made of Jello.
The Doctor's eyes misted up as he smiled and touched Donna's face on the picture. These were all photos of places they had never gone. Things they had never done. “Not yet,” the Doctor spoke, happiness swelling within. “Not yet.”