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Title: Untitled
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Fifth Doctor, Tegan, Nyssa
Rating: PG
Word Count: 428
Summary: Just some Earthshock drabble I wrote some time ago :|
“Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more." -The Hours
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The console room was silent, except for the steady hum that never seemed to cease. It should have been a blessing; the Doctor often craved silence, especially with so many young, raucous companions on board.
One less, now.
The dust of the explosion was still settling on the monitor, drifting slowly through space, becoming part of the universe once more. Somewhere in those remains was a boy. That was the only thing Tegan was unable to grasp. It should have been just metal and elements, things that could be replaced or forgotten. Not Adric.
For a long moment, they were frozen, as if three figures in some macabre portrait in a museum. A curious work of art to be examined in passing, perhaps admired by one or two kindred souls who knew the look of helplessness, of complete loss. Of heartbreak and despair.
Nyssa moved first, rolling into Tegan’s shoulder and crying quietly. Nyssa never did anything with more noise than necessary. Her grief was as quiet as the Doctor’s. Tegan turned to look at him. His eyes were fixed on the screen unblinking, his face blank. He did not move. The silence pressed on her, an unbearable weight.
“Adric?”
Tegan wasn’t sure if it was the word itself or merely her desperate, pleading tone, but the Doctor turned to look at her briefly. He touched the console absently, dropping his eyes from her and bringing them back to the monitor as if drawn there by some unseen force.
“Doctor.” Tegan’s fists clenched at her sides and she fought not to grab on to him, to shake the truth out of him. To demand that it hadn’t happened. A growing voice in her mind kept saying it wasn’t real, he had gotten off the ship and was safe. The Doctor would fix the console, they would travel back to before the explosion and save him. He was only silent because he was working out how to do it. That was all.
The Doctor stared at the monitor, but he was seeing something beyond. He looked…lost.
Adric was gone.
Nyssa’s hand slid up her shoulder as she approached from behind, and the touch brought Tegan back. She felt sick. The knot in her chest that had appeared when they watched the explosion felt as if it suddenly expanded ten times its original size, and she couldn’t breathe. She gasped, and it transformed into a sob before she could stop it. She turned into her friend’s embrace and felt her heart crack open.
And still the Doctor stared into nothingness.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Fifth Doctor, Tegan, Nyssa
Rating: PG
Word Count: 428
Summary: Just some Earthshock drabble I wrote some time ago :|
“Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more." -The Hours
**
The console room was silent, except for the steady hum that never seemed to cease. It should have been a blessing; the Doctor often craved silence, especially with so many young, raucous companions on board.
One less, now.
The dust of the explosion was still settling on the monitor, drifting slowly through space, becoming part of the universe once more. Somewhere in those remains was a boy. That was the only thing Tegan was unable to grasp. It should have been just metal and elements, things that could be replaced or forgotten. Not Adric.
For a long moment, they were frozen, as if three figures in some macabre portrait in a museum. A curious work of art to be examined in passing, perhaps admired by one or two kindred souls who knew the look of helplessness, of complete loss. Of heartbreak and despair.
Nyssa moved first, rolling into Tegan’s shoulder and crying quietly. Nyssa never did anything with more noise than necessary. Her grief was as quiet as the Doctor’s. Tegan turned to look at him. His eyes were fixed on the screen unblinking, his face blank. He did not move. The silence pressed on her, an unbearable weight.
“Adric?”
Tegan wasn’t sure if it was the word itself or merely her desperate, pleading tone, but the Doctor turned to look at her briefly. He touched the console absently, dropping his eyes from her and bringing them back to the monitor as if drawn there by some unseen force.
“Doctor.” Tegan’s fists clenched at her sides and she fought not to grab on to him, to shake the truth out of him. To demand that it hadn’t happened. A growing voice in her mind kept saying it wasn’t real, he had gotten off the ship and was safe. The Doctor would fix the console, they would travel back to before the explosion and save him. He was only silent because he was working out how to do it. That was all.
The Doctor stared at the monitor, but he was seeing something beyond. He looked…lost.
Adric was gone.
Nyssa’s hand slid up her shoulder as she approached from behind, and the touch brought Tegan back. She felt sick. The knot in her chest that had appeared when they watched the explosion felt as if it suddenly expanded ten times its original size, and she couldn’t breathe. She gasped, and it transformed into a sob before she could stop it. She turned into her friend’s embrace and felt her heart crack open.
And still the Doctor stared into nothingness.