Doctor Who has sucked me in
I've got so many friends who are hurting lately. I feel like part of me is shut down. The only way to clamor out is the write, and i haven't written in far too long. Its easier to start in fanfic than original, so here goes...start of a short series, my first in the Whoniverse. Ultimate covering Tentoo in the parallen universe with Rose, and the end of days for Eleven. still WIP, and i desperate need a beta or feedback if anyone is listening.
So...Genetic algorithms:
On the beach of Bad Wolf Bay, fire sparked in her blood with that warm, golden kiss, but that sound woke her up from the dream. The sound of the Tardis leaving her, leaving them, forever.
She ran. He never even said goodbye. She was too late. Too caught up in him. She stood there, staring into nothing, letting the edges of despair curl into her soul. Then he took her hand. Impossibly, she felt the touch of his thoughts, soft and sad and sweet and storm. So familiar. The banked flame in her blood caught tinder and surged into a wildfire, burning through her.
Hot darkness consumed her as she fell to the sand, sparkling with golden flames.
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Soft warmth caressed her mind, every nerve raw, every sense throbbing. Surrounded by the softest fur, the warm growl of family, the keening sadness of goodbye. The scent of ancient paper, fresh cut apple grass, and dust after the rain. The pulse of time.
Bodies surged around her, so many, brushing against her, welcoming her - mourning her. Pack mates. So many.
Vision came slowly, uncertain, for though her eyes didn’t open, her soul did.
Wolves everywhere. Dozens…hundreds….millions…
Nearby they were vivid, in every color of the rainbow and some she had no words for, pink and grey and green and tan and more and more. They played and yipped and cried and howled all around her. In the distance their forms faded into the enveloping mist.
Not wolves. Faces. So many faces, human and alien, too many to contemplate, some achingly familiar, some that she does not yet know, some she will never know. And then the world tips sideways again and they are all ribbons - electric silk, weaving through and around each other, curling and winding and fraying and snapping, achingly lovely and ecstatic and sad.
She is twisting and writhing, dancing as the mist turns` to raindrops - fat juicy raindrops that are cool but gentle, making her shiver as sensation bursts across the breadth and length of her, caressing every strand of her. Then she is a woman, waltzing naked in the raindrops falling from the roiling clouds in the not-sky. Then she is a wolf again, mouth open to the soothing water as it slides down her throat and sooths a burning thirst.
A patch of light breaks through the thick angry clouds overhead and the light is searing, blindingly bright, deadly. Just as she is about to howl with the pain of it, the clouds surge to mend the breach, and lightning flickers menacingly in the depths of those impossible clouds. The light is extinguished, it’s threat gone, and the wolves around her rejoice. But the storm above roils, screams, winds tearing at the clouds until reality seems to shake and shiver.
The clouds thicken, grow deeper and darker. Within them she can see the reflection of a great blue wolf, larger than any other wolf, large enough to keep them all inside, large enough to rival the storm itself. The blue wolf looks toward her, indescribable eyes that see all that ever was and will be.
Lightening flashes blue and silver through the thick clouds and the rain pelting the pack below begins to sting as the enormous wolf above turns and is suddenly a woman with crazy dark hair piled on her head and a tattered dress out of a bad costume drama. She hovers over everyone, part of everything and nothing and she looks straight at Rose as she speaks with a smile curving lips touched with infinite sorrow and bliss.
“Always so much bigger on the inside. It was - will be - is good to feel your presence, Rose Tyler.” The woman beamed at her, a smile as beautiful and terrible as a star being born. Rose - was she Rose? Oh yes, she’d almost forgotten - Rose took in a deep breath, wishing she could ask a thousand questions but knowing that there was no time - there was never enough time.
The glowing woman whispered to her, a deep thrum in her soul that she could never forget. “Take care of my thief, little Wolf. He is, he was, he can never be alone. Time won’t let him be, and Time won’t let him go. You have always been his, and this one is yours.”
The giant flickered for a moment, like an old film reel, and a familiar blue box wheezed in her place, that grating noise that Rose would always hear at the edges of her best and worst dreams.
Again, the box became the great blue wolf, everywhere and nowhere and as big as a world, touching the throbbing thick clouds that were beginning to swirl and stretch.
The voice pressed within her mind. “And this is the time when we part…” Words whispered as the wind itself spoke for the last time. “Hello, Rose Tyler.”
The clouds began to pull apart, and Rose flinched, convinced that the killer light would once again sear the pack below, but there was nothing. Nothing but a cold blackness that began to fill the space between her and most of the pack. She was almost alone, only a few wolves swirling around her, yipping with protective furor as the rain slashed down and matted their fur. The rest, so very many, spun away, as the vworping whoosh of the TARDIS filled the air.
And then, for a single crystalline moment, one wolf leapt back across the gap as all the rest seemed frozen, as though the rules didn’t apply to the one dare-devil. Huge and copper, with hazel eyes that sparkled, this wolf leapt and danced and darted around Rose with unaffected grace. She rose her muzzle to the sky and howling befo
The rich voice of a woman spoke in her mind. Teasing and tart and terribly sad. “Don’t worry, Rose darling. He’s really truly the Doctor. Enjoy the one you’ve got. I know I’ll enjoy mine. Someday, we will have to compare notes!” A deep, musical laugh echoed as the woman with wild but wet red curls now jumped through the void with startling ease and disappeared into utter nothingness.
There was only her own small pack left in the vastness, with the clouds above and the rain. The rain grew thick, but soft and warm, and she licked her lips that tasted of salt. She began to burn with the warmth, burn hotter and brighter, she shone gold as though trying to light her way to seeing across the vast emptiness that the others had disappeared into. She grew, larger and larger, a wolf towering above the others who yipped around her heels. The clouds were all around now, caressing her skin and surrounding her in the warmth of tears. Were the clouds crying, or was she? Joy or sadness, she wasn’t sure which.
The Doctor was there, his lips on her cheeks, clever tongue capturing her tears - his arms around her, holding her as she burned so very brightly. She clung to him, kissing his neck, smelling the new warmth of his skin. He was comfort and lean muscle and the softness of his hair under her fingertips made her smile. He was home.
“Wake up, Rose. Please, wake up for me.”
So...Genetic algorithms:
On the beach of Bad Wolf Bay, fire sparked in her blood with that warm, golden kiss, but that sound woke her up from the dream. The sound of the Tardis leaving her, leaving them, forever.
She ran. He never even said goodbye. She was too late. Too caught up in him. She stood there, staring into nothing, letting the edges of despair curl into her soul. Then he took her hand. Impossibly, she felt the touch of his thoughts, soft and sad and sweet and storm. So familiar. The banked flame in her blood caught tinder and surged into a wildfire, burning through her.
Hot darkness consumed her as she fell to the sand, sparkling with golden flames.
----------------
Soft warmth caressed her mind, every nerve raw, every sense throbbing. Surrounded by the softest fur, the warm growl of family, the keening sadness of goodbye. The scent of ancient paper, fresh cut apple grass, and dust after the rain. The pulse of time.
Bodies surged around her, so many, brushing against her, welcoming her - mourning her. Pack mates. So many.
Vision came slowly, uncertain, for though her eyes didn’t open, her soul did.
Wolves everywhere. Dozens…hundreds….millions…
Nearby they were vivid, in every color of the rainbow and some she had no words for, pink and grey and green and tan and more and more. They played and yipped and cried and howled all around her. In the distance their forms faded into the enveloping mist.
Not wolves. Faces. So many faces, human and alien, too many to contemplate, some achingly familiar, some that she does not yet know, some she will never know. And then the world tips sideways again and they are all ribbons - electric silk, weaving through and around each other, curling and winding and fraying and snapping, achingly lovely and ecstatic and sad.
She is twisting and writhing, dancing as the mist turns` to raindrops - fat juicy raindrops that are cool but gentle, making her shiver as sensation bursts across the breadth and length of her, caressing every strand of her. Then she is a woman, waltzing naked in the raindrops falling from the roiling clouds in the not-sky. Then she is a wolf again, mouth open to the soothing water as it slides down her throat and sooths a burning thirst.
A patch of light breaks through the thick angry clouds overhead and the light is searing, blindingly bright, deadly. Just as she is about to howl with the pain of it, the clouds surge to mend the breach, and lightning flickers menacingly in the depths of those impossible clouds. The light is extinguished, it’s threat gone, and the wolves around her rejoice. But the storm above roils, screams, winds tearing at the clouds until reality seems to shake and shiver.
The clouds thicken, grow deeper and darker. Within them she can see the reflection of a great blue wolf, larger than any other wolf, large enough to keep them all inside, large enough to rival the storm itself. The blue wolf looks toward her, indescribable eyes that see all that ever was and will be.
Lightening flashes blue and silver through the thick clouds and the rain pelting the pack below begins to sting as the enormous wolf above turns and is suddenly a woman with crazy dark hair piled on her head and a tattered dress out of a bad costume drama. She hovers over everyone, part of everything and nothing and she looks straight at Rose as she speaks with a smile curving lips touched with infinite sorrow and bliss.
“Always so much bigger on the inside. It was - will be - is good to feel your presence, Rose Tyler.” The woman beamed at her, a smile as beautiful and terrible as a star being born. Rose - was she Rose? Oh yes, she’d almost forgotten - Rose took in a deep breath, wishing she could ask a thousand questions but knowing that there was no time - there was never enough time.
The glowing woman whispered to her, a deep thrum in her soul that she could never forget. “Take care of my thief, little Wolf. He is, he was, he can never be alone. Time won’t let him be, and Time won’t let him go. You have always been his, and this one is yours.”
The giant flickered for a moment, like an old film reel, and a familiar blue box wheezed in her place, that grating noise that Rose would always hear at the edges of her best and worst dreams.
Again, the box became the great blue wolf, everywhere and nowhere and as big as a world, touching the throbbing thick clouds that were beginning to swirl and stretch.
The voice pressed within her mind. “And this is the time when we part…” Words whispered as the wind itself spoke for the last time. “Hello, Rose Tyler.”
The clouds began to pull apart, and Rose flinched, convinced that the killer light would once again sear the pack below, but there was nothing. Nothing but a cold blackness that began to fill the space between her and most of the pack. She was almost alone, only a few wolves swirling around her, yipping with protective furor as the rain slashed down and matted their fur. The rest, so very many, spun away, as the vworping whoosh of the TARDIS filled the air.
And then, for a single crystalline moment, one wolf leapt back across the gap as all the rest seemed frozen, as though the rules didn’t apply to the one dare-devil. Huge and copper, with hazel eyes that sparkled, this wolf leapt and danced and darted around Rose with unaffected grace. She rose her muzzle to the sky and howling befo
The rich voice of a woman spoke in her mind. Teasing and tart and terribly sad. “Don’t worry, Rose darling. He’s really truly the Doctor. Enjoy the one you’ve got. I know I’ll enjoy mine. Someday, we will have to compare notes!” A deep, musical laugh echoed as the woman with wild but wet red curls now jumped through the void with startling ease and disappeared into utter nothingness.
There was only her own small pack left in the vastness, with the clouds above and the rain. The rain grew thick, but soft and warm, and she licked her lips that tasted of salt. She began to burn with the warmth, burn hotter and brighter, she shone gold as though trying to light her way to seeing across the vast emptiness that the others had disappeared into. She grew, larger and larger, a wolf towering above the others who yipped around her heels. The clouds were all around now, caressing her skin and surrounding her in the warmth of tears. Were the clouds crying, or was she? Joy or sadness, she wasn’t sure which.
The Doctor was there, his lips on her cheeks, clever tongue capturing her tears - his arms around her, holding her as she burned so very brightly. She clung to him, kissing his neck, smelling the new warmth of his skin. He was comfort and lean muscle and the softness of his hair under her fingertips made her smile. He was home.
“Wake up, Rose. Please, wake up for me.”