I wrote something a while ago that might fill that... Hope you like it :)
Holdling on (Eleven&Amy; River Song) ; (1/2)
Seared onto his hearts.
For an ancient, highly evolved, superinteligent alien brain that are those from a Time Lord, designed to comprehend all the immensity of time and space, he doesn't think it through enough, really.
He at least has to try. It's dangerous; very. Is not going to be easy. But changing his mind is an option he toss aside.
There is just one chance. A small, tiny, minuscule, remote one. And he's taking it.
He gets on his feet on an impulse, and without even realizing it, reaches to the console.
He pats the old girl in one of the console's panels, as if he was asking for permission or forgiveness from his ship for he is about to do. It's not going to be pretty and she might not like it. She hums back softly in an affirmative response. Sssssh, my dear boy, she seems to be saying. It's ok.
Because when we're holding onto something precious we run, and we don't stop.
Suddenly, like if a trance had took over him, The Doctor starts spinning and twirling, twisting and pushing levers and buttons. He moves frenetically around the TARDIS console in a fevered dance, proper of a madlike man he is.
It has to work. Wasn't he the one who said the universe was big; vast, complicated and ridiculous and sometimes, very rarely, impossible things happen, and we call them miracles? Hasn't he called himself the optimist, dreamer of improbable dreams? And after a hundred years of saving the universe, after everything he's done and lost, can't he be selfish, for once? Does not the universe owe him to be happy?
Just this once. Just for the sake of it.
The others. They are not her.
River doesn't even have to look at the screen where he is adding the coordinates to know exactly what he is going to try next.
He just ignores her. They were-are her parents, and he has apologized, but there's a tiny part of him that's still angry with her. (She made her go. She wanted her to go. She told her to). But he also wants to explain to her. If someone understands, has to be her.
The Universe doesn't want him to get his Amy. But he doesn't agree with the universe.
The reality fabric is thin and even just inserting the coordinates and the date on the panel makes the TARDIS unstable, shaking violently.
-Stop -tries River again, looking at him desperately.
He pulls down one of the levers on the console, causing the rotors inside the glass tube to gain an incredible speed. The TARDIS is spinning on the vortex at her full capacity, and there is no way he's leaving the brakes on this time.
-Stop! You can't -she tries once more. -The paradox will be too much for the TARDIS. The impact could tear time and space apart, and you know it!
Another shake makes them unsteady on their feet.
-River, dear -he says; -time has never been the boss of me.
He pulls the last lever down, which makes an electrical wire explode in a million sparks.
Thank you so much! I have entertained this premise in my head over and over, of him not stopping, of him still trying to find Amy after Manhattan. This is lovely, thanks again. :)
Hope you like it :)
Holdling on (Eleven&Amy; River Song) ; (1/2)
Seared onto his hearts.
For an ancient, highly evolved, superinteligent alien brain that are those from a Time Lord, designed to comprehend all the immensity of time and space, he doesn't think it through enough, really.
He at least has to try. It's dangerous; very. Is not going to be easy. But changing his mind is an option he toss aside.
There is just one chance. A small, tiny, minuscule, remote one. And he's taking it.
He gets on his feet on an impulse, and without even realizing it, reaches to the console.
He pats the old girl in one of the console's panels, as if he was asking for permission or forgiveness from his ship for he is about to do. It's not going to be pretty and she might not like it. She hums back softly in an affirmative response. Sssssh, my dear boy, she seems to be saying. It's ok.
Because when we're holding onto something precious we run, and we don't stop.
Suddenly, like if a trance had took over him, The Doctor starts spinning and twirling, twisting and pushing levers and buttons. He moves frenetically around the TARDIS console in a fevered dance, proper of a madlike man he is.
It has to work. Wasn't he the one who said the universe was big; vast, complicated and ridiculous and sometimes, very rarely, impossible things happen, and we call them miracles? Hasn't he called himself the optimist, dreamer of improbable dreams? And after a hundred years of saving the universe, after everything he's done and lost, can't he be selfish, for once? Does not the universe owe him to be happy?
Just this once. Just for the sake of it.
The others. They are not her.
River doesn't even have to look at the screen where he is adding the coordinates to know exactly what he is going to try next.
-Don't -she says, holding tight onto the rail.
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He just ignores her. They were-are her parents, and he has apologized, but there's a tiny part of him that's still angry with her. (She made her go. She wanted her to go. She told her to). But he also wants to explain to her. If someone understands, has to be her.
The Universe doesn't want him to get his Amy. But he doesn't agree with the universe.
The reality fabric is thin and even just inserting the coordinates and the date on the panel makes the TARDIS unstable, shaking violently.
-Stop -tries River again, looking at him desperately.
He pulls down one of the levers on the console, causing the rotors inside the glass tube to gain an incredible speed. The TARDIS is spinning on the vortex at her full capacity, and there is no way he's leaving the brakes on this time.
-Stop! You can't -she tries once more. -The paradox will be too much for the TARDIS. The impact could tear time and space apart, and you know it!
Another shake makes them unsteady on their feet.
-River, dear -he says; -time has never been the boss of me.
He pulls the last lever down, which makes an electrical wire explode in a million sparks.
I'm running to you, Amelia.
Geronimo.
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I have entertained this premise in my head over and over, of him not stopping, of him still trying to find Amy after Manhattan.
This is lovely, thanks again. :)
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