Epiphany 1/1
Title: Epiphany
Prompt: kin
Pairing: Nine/Rose
Rating: PG
Timeline: Series 1
Summary: The Doctor has a moment of realization with the help of some friends.
A/N: OMG I WROTE ANOTHER DRABBLE. *doublegasp* Thank you to maymorning for the prompt over at Tumblr!
“There’s something about the word that scares me,” he half-mumbled to the empty room.
“There’s something that terrifies me. It’s all-encompassing. It’s final. It’s a label. Once I give it, I won’t take it back. Its finality terrifies me.”
The ghosts in front of him, filling up the room as much as their ethereal presence could, could only be quiet and nod in agreement. They were all the same man and so they all knew the pain that came with connecting to another being. They had lost their family, people, and culture a very long time ago.
But a man, who isn’t really a man, but who feels like a man, can make his own family if he chooses to.
Those were the words that he heard in his mind. A voice, but not really voice because it came from their feelings, their post-existence epiphanies.
When decades flow by like minutes in an hour, it is easy to forget what loneliness feels like until someone comes along that fills you to the brink, they whispered.
“And when that person leaves? What then?” the anger tangled itself with his words. His hearts beat so quickly that he idly thought they would burst from his chest.
Silence followed and the Doctor felt that he had won, though winning had never felt so disappointing.
And then, a soft whisper that was no longer from the collective voices of men who were long gone, but rather of a young woman strong enough to make the world turn drifted into his consciousness.
She said, her voice as smooth as silk, “You live.”
Prompt: kin
Pairing: Nine/Rose
Rating: PG
Timeline: Series 1
Summary: The Doctor has a moment of realization with the help of some friends.
A/N: OMG I WROTE ANOTHER DRABBLE. *doublegasp* Thank you to maymorning for the prompt over at Tumblr!
“There’s something about the word that scares me,” he half-mumbled to the empty room.
“There’s something that terrifies me. It’s all-encompassing. It’s final. It’s a label. Once I give it, I won’t take it back. Its finality terrifies me.”
The ghosts in front of him, filling up the room as much as their ethereal presence could, could only be quiet and nod in agreement. They were all the same man and so they all knew the pain that came with connecting to another being. They had lost their family, people, and culture a very long time ago.
But a man, who isn’t really a man, but who feels like a man, can make his own family if he chooses to.
Those were the words that he heard in his mind. A voice, but not really voice because it came from their feelings, their post-existence epiphanies.
When decades flow by like minutes in an hour, it is easy to forget what loneliness feels like until someone comes along that fills you to the brink, they whispered.
“And when that person leaves? What then?” the anger tangled itself with his words. His hearts beat so quickly that he idly thought they would burst from his chest.
Silence followed and the Doctor felt that he had won, though winning had never felt so disappointing.
And then, a soft whisper that was no longer from the collective voices of men who were long gone, but rather of a young woman strong enough to make the world turn drifted into his consciousness.
She said, her voice as smooth as silk, “You live.”