challenge: coeval
I had not written anything properly for ages, and then suddenly wrote Doctor/Companion stream-of-consciousness on the spur of the moment.
It is small, barely spoilery, and strange.
Enough with the apologies.
It had been the two of them, once. Two from Gallifrey, exploring the Earth and discovering simple pleasures. Saving universe in time for a cup of tea.
Holding hands whilst running through Parisian streets, and ending the day with a surprisingly chaste kiss.
It couldn't last, of course. Gallifreyan biology being what it was, the two were different, the relationship never made to last. It ought not to exist at all.
She went on to save an alternate universe, to traverse the world and help it rebuild itself. Eventually, she built herself a useable device, and left the planet.
He stayed as he was, taking others with him, constantly travelling, but it was never entirely the same. He was not the same person.
The two met again, centuries later, on political grounds. They exchanged civil formalities, mixed with a hint of flirting, but both knew they could never act so frivolously again. The moment had passed.
They battled, neither entirely trusting the other, but both trying so hard to do so, and when the dust settled...
There was one, painfully reborn, wishing for that time of idealised innocence. Of someone to give him that feeling of adventure.
Of a hand to hold, simple pleasures, and enjoying the company of another.
He found her.
It is small, barely spoilery, and strange.
Enough with the apologies.
It had been the two of them, once. Two from Gallifrey, exploring the Earth and discovering simple pleasures. Saving universe in time for a cup of tea.
Holding hands whilst running through Parisian streets, and ending the day with a surprisingly chaste kiss.
It couldn't last, of course. Gallifreyan biology being what it was, the two were different, the relationship never made to last. It ought not to exist at all.
She went on to save an alternate universe, to traverse the world and help it rebuild itself. Eventually, she built herself a useable device, and left the planet.
He stayed as he was, taking others with him, constantly travelling, but it was never entirely the same. He was not the same person.
The two met again, centuries later, on political grounds. They exchanged civil formalities, mixed with a hint of flirting, but both knew they could never act so frivolously again. The moment had passed.
They battled, neither entirely trusting the other, but both trying so hard to do so, and when the dust settled...
There was one, painfully reborn, wishing for that time of idealised innocence. Of someone to give him that feeling of adventure.
Of a hand to hold, simple pleasures, and enjoying the company of another.
He found her.