Growth
Title: Growth
Spoilers: Season Five
Pairings: Amy/Rory, some Eleven/Rose
Summary: Eleven Drabbles for the Eleventh Doctor, 100 words each (in MW). Each one covers a different episode, and excluding the season finale, I combined two-parters into one. First time doing drabbles, so let's see how this goes. I may do a season 6 one if I feel confident enough.
Whenever he tries to mourn, the universe throws something new at him. After Bad Wolf Bay, Donna had arrived; after Martha, the Titanic; after Donna (and Rose), a distress call from Talos, where he spent the next three months trying to end a war; after the Master, the Time Lords returning, and Rose again, it was Prisoner Zero.
When he asks Amy to come with him, he realizes it for what it is: a distraction. She would be there to stop him from mourning, from giving into his demons. For the day he stands still is the day he dies.
---
He stares out the large window overlooking the city, and thinks of the last time he stood before one, her hand in his, watching her planet burn. The colors are blue, black, and grey, opposite of what it was with her, and he can’t help but think that it matches his life now- colorless, without her in it.
Amy comes up from behind him, all smiles, and he doesn’t react. He’s still lost in the past, with a pink and yellow human he loves; and when he pulls Amy closer, he pretends, just for a moment, she is someone else.
---
He can feel the anger simmering, burning through his veins; they were supposed to be dead, gone, wiped from existence when his other self pressed the button. It was all for nothing. He had given her up, believing that his enemy was gone along with his love, that one was a price for not having the other. For every time he lost her, they were behind it. Looking at the Dalek, he relives every moment: Satellite Five, Torchwood, the Reality Bomb. They took away his life, his reason for existence. He would take away theirs.
He picks up the wrench.
---
Amy’s attempts to seduce him bring him back to a time when he was avoiding the attentions of a certain pink-and-yellow human, the reasons he flings out now so similar to then. Rose hadn’t listened, just as Amy wasn’t listening now; the only difference was that the woman throwing herself at him was one he didn’t love, one that belonged to another. Amy’s kiss reminds him of peppermint and cinnamon, but Rose’s had been laughter, sunshine and home. For all that Amy tries, the memory of Rose Tyler is something she can never compete with, and he pushes her away.
---
The last time he visited Venice, he had a leather jacket, and Rose Tyler had lost her dad. He wanted to give her a vacation, to let her relax from watching her father die and to apologize for letting her down. They had landed in 1743 instead of 2005, but her small smile eased his tension.
They spent their time sightseeing from the gondolas. At the end of the day she had kissed him, saying he was the one she couldn’t lose. An ironic smile works its way onto his face.
He had always known he would lose her instead.
---
Amy says that this world isn’t real, that she doesn’t want a world without Rory. He envies her, envies the ability she has to make her decision, the mindset that a world without Rory isn’t a world at all, but a dream, a dream she can run away from and never repeat. If that is so, he wants to shout, I would have woken up long ago.
He wants to tell her life isn’t that simple, that one has to go on living, but her words strike a chord. “Either way, I’ll see him again.”
He hands her the keys.
---
Rory’s upset, as he has every right to be. His fiancée’s been stolen from underneath him, swallowed by the Earth. The Doctor tries to calm him, promising he will get Amy back; oh, how the words hearken back to a time not so long ago, when someone he loved was trapped on the other side of a barrier.
He won’t let it happen again. Rory has every right to doubt, but he won’t let history repeat itself. Amy will be found, and soon all of this would be a bad memory. They don’t deserve even an echo of his pain.
---
It felt nice, laughing with Amy over meeting Van Gough. It was just like old times; dropping hints about the future, chuckling inwardly over confused expressions and knowing it would be something to laugh about later. Amy’s obsession with the man made it better, but he’s older, more jaded, and heavy with the burden of the last several years of running and loss that he sits back with a fond smile. Amy may be having the time of her life, but he can’t be allowed to forget, and willingly holds her burden so she can smile just a bit longer.
---
He didn’t want to do this. Temporary telepathic connections were simple, but they left him with a nasty migraine. But Craig was panicking, and there wasn’t another way.
He forced his mind into Craig’s on impact. Memories flew by, and though most would be forgotten, he felt Craig latch onto an image- him and Rose. The love that suffused that golden memory hurt, and the Doctor retracted from his mind almost violently. But Craig’s eyes told him differently- he shouldn’t run from the feelings of those memories. If anything, they should be cherished.
Even now, humans continued to outsmart him.
---
Meeting River wasn’t all that surprising, seeing as how whenever she turned up, things quickly went downhill. The same thing could be applied to him, though, so the two of them together was bound to be a disaster. So when he stood on Stonehenge declaring to all and sundry that they should be terrified of him possessing the most feared creature in existence, he should have seen it coming.
As he is dragged to the Pandorica, he fears this is how he will be remembered: an enemy, something to be feared and despised, his legacy that of blood and terror.
---
Little Amy is sleeping in her bed, and he smiles down at her before looking at the crack on the wall. He doesn’t like repeats, and this particular journey is one he will not take. This body holds as much darkness as it does childlike enthusiasm, and the last moments of his former self will be too much after everything that has happened.
For one single, heart-rending moment, he considers facing it all to see her again.
New face, new life, new beginning, he thinks. New new new me. It’s time to move on.
He steps forward into the light.
Spoilers: Season Five
Pairings: Amy/Rory, some Eleven/Rose
Summary: Eleven Drabbles for the Eleventh Doctor, 100 words each (in MW). Each one covers a different episode, and excluding the season finale, I combined two-parters into one. First time doing drabbles, so let's see how this goes. I may do a season 6 one if I feel confident enough.
Whenever he tries to mourn, the universe throws something new at him. After Bad Wolf Bay, Donna had arrived; after Martha, the Titanic; after Donna (and Rose), a distress call from Talos, where he spent the next three months trying to end a war; after the Master, the Time Lords returning, and Rose again, it was Prisoner Zero.
When he asks Amy to come with him, he realizes it for what it is: a distraction. She would be there to stop him from mourning, from giving into his demons. For the day he stands still is the day he dies.
---
He stares out the large window overlooking the city, and thinks of the last time he stood before one, her hand in his, watching her planet burn. The colors are blue, black, and grey, opposite of what it was with her, and he can’t help but think that it matches his life now- colorless, without her in it.
Amy comes up from behind him, all smiles, and he doesn’t react. He’s still lost in the past, with a pink and yellow human he loves; and when he pulls Amy closer, he pretends, just for a moment, she is someone else.
---
He can feel the anger simmering, burning through his veins; they were supposed to be dead, gone, wiped from existence when his other self pressed the button. It was all for nothing. He had given her up, believing that his enemy was gone along with his love, that one was a price for not having the other. For every time he lost her, they were behind it. Looking at the Dalek, he relives every moment: Satellite Five, Torchwood, the Reality Bomb. They took away his life, his reason for existence. He would take away theirs.
He picks up the wrench.
---
Amy’s attempts to seduce him bring him back to a time when he was avoiding the attentions of a certain pink-and-yellow human, the reasons he flings out now so similar to then. Rose hadn’t listened, just as Amy wasn’t listening now; the only difference was that the woman throwing herself at him was one he didn’t love, one that belonged to another. Amy’s kiss reminds him of peppermint and cinnamon, but Rose’s had been laughter, sunshine and home. For all that Amy tries, the memory of Rose Tyler is something she can never compete with, and he pushes her away.
---
The last time he visited Venice, he had a leather jacket, and Rose Tyler had lost her dad. He wanted to give her a vacation, to let her relax from watching her father die and to apologize for letting her down. They had landed in 1743 instead of 2005, but her small smile eased his tension.
They spent their time sightseeing from the gondolas. At the end of the day she had kissed him, saying he was the one she couldn’t lose. An ironic smile works its way onto his face.
He had always known he would lose her instead.
---
Amy says that this world isn’t real, that she doesn’t want a world without Rory. He envies her, envies the ability she has to make her decision, the mindset that a world without Rory isn’t a world at all, but a dream, a dream she can run away from and never repeat. If that is so, he wants to shout, I would have woken up long ago.
He wants to tell her life isn’t that simple, that one has to go on living, but her words strike a chord. “Either way, I’ll see him again.”
He hands her the keys.
---
Rory’s upset, as he has every right to be. His fiancée’s been stolen from underneath him, swallowed by the Earth. The Doctor tries to calm him, promising he will get Amy back; oh, how the words hearken back to a time not so long ago, when someone he loved was trapped on the other side of a barrier.
He won’t let it happen again. Rory has every right to doubt, but he won’t let history repeat itself. Amy will be found, and soon all of this would be a bad memory. They don’t deserve even an echo of his pain.
---
It felt nice, laughing with Amy over meeting Van Gough. It was just like old times; dropping hints about the future, chuckling inwardly over confused expressions and knowing it would be something to laugh about later. Amy’s obsession with the man made it better, but he’s older, more jaded, and heavy with the burden of the last several years of running and loss that he sits back with a fond smile. Amy may be having the time of her life, but he can’t be allowed to forget, and willingly holds her burden so she can smile just a bit longer.
---
He didn’t want to do this. Temporary telepathic connections were simple, but they left him with a nasty migraine. But Craig was panicking, and there wasn’t another way.
He forced his mind into Craig’s on impact. Memories flew by, and though most would be forgotten, he felt Craig latch onto an image- him and Rose. The love that suffused that golden memory hurt, and the Doctor retracted from his mind almost violently. But Craig’s eyes told him differently- he shouldn’t run from the feelings of those memories. If anything, they should be cherished.
Even now, humans continued to outsmart him.
---
Meeting River wasn’t all that surprising, seeing as how whenever she turned up, things quickly went downhill. The same thing could be applied to him, though, so the two of them together was bound to be a disaster. So when he stood on Stonehenge declaring to all and sundry that they should be terrified of him possessing the most feared creature in existence, he should have seen it coming.
As he is dragged to the Pandorica, he fears this is how he will be remembered: an enemy, something to be feared and despised, his legacy that of blood and terror.
---
Little Amy is sleeping in her bed, and he smiles down at her before looking at the crack on the wall. He doesn’t like repeats, and this particular journey is one he will not take. This body holds as much darkness as it does childlike enthusiasm, and the last moments of his former self will be too much after everything that has happened.
For one single, heart-rending moment, he considers facing it all to see her again.
New face, new life, new beginning, he thinks. New new new me. It’s time to move on.
He steps forward into the light.