New Years (1/1)
Title: New Years
Author: tromana
Rating: PG-13
Characters: The Doctor (11)
Summary: He couldn’t quite see the fuss about New Years.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Written for hoshinekoyasha as part of the Holiday Fics challenge. Also this was written pre-broadcast of The Doctor, The Widow and The Wardrobe, but somehow contains spoilers nevertheless.
New Years
The Ponds had insisted that he visited them to celebrate the incoming of the New Year. Insisted. How could he have said no? They were his mother and father in law. No, that felt wrong, somehow. They were his mates, his best friends, and he just happened to be married to their daughter.
Yes, that sounded much better.
Still, he couldn’t quite see the fuss about New Years. He’d seen so, so many. Sometimes, he wondered if it was too many.
For humans, it was different. Their lives were so fast, over in an instant. They burned so brightly, so briefly, that it often seemed like it was over before that had a chance to really get started.
They were never the ones to say goodbye. It was him, it was always him.
He wished he didn’t let himself get so attached, that he could just move on. Show them brilliant sights and then just turn his back on them, without a care in the world. But old age was making him sentimental, was making it harder for him to be able to cut ties just like that. So, instead, he willingly walked into situations where he got hearts-broken time and time again.
If Susan hadn’t let Barbara and Ian Chesterfield, no, Chesterton, follow her…
Susan.
Proof positive that even Time Lords didn’t last forever.
But that was different; that was due to the Time War. It was never meant to happen. And even if it did, she was meant to have been safe, away from Gallifrey. If things had been different, then the Time Lords would still have been alive, instead of trapped, inaccessible in a pocket of time. They would have been living out their lives, as stodgy and unchangeable as ever.
Except for those brilliant few, of course.
Romana. Though he hadn’t heard hide nor hair of her for years, he liked to think she escaped the Time Lords’ fate. If he could, then she was more than certainly capable enough to have done so as well. And if she had escaped, then Leela would have inevitably followed her.
Ace could have completed her training as a Time Lord. Amy (or was it Abby now? He sometimes forgot.) too. And if that was the case, then the sentient tracer might well have had a chance to save Zara as well.
Every year, it felt like there were more farewells, more endings.
Even with the ability to travel through time and space, there were only so many times somebody could go back and abuse that privilege to visit one individual’s time stream.
He would never get that last brandy with Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart.
Would never be able to give Sarah Jane that most recent update for K9.
And New Year was such an archaic term. Was it New Year on Peladon at this very instant? No. But Erimem could quite easily have been waiting for news of Peri. Another year had been and gone, her daughter would be that little bit older, and still waiting to actually meet this fabled godmother for the first time.
What about Parallel Earth? Did that even run at the same pace as his Earth? Was Rose celebrating her birthday or New Years, like he was? Or was it just a normal evening, with work and chips to look forward to tomorrow?
Nyssa, like he, didn’t even have a planet to call home anymore. Yes, they had both adopted new places, but it wasn’t the same. It was never the same.
Still, he tried to disregard it, to push it to one side.
A New Year meant new friends. More people to share the wonders of the Universe with. Somebody wise had once said that a stranger is a friend you haven’t met yet.
With a sigh, he straightened his bowtie and fixed a smile firmly onto his face. No point in being sad, not anymore.
Besides, Amy would kick him where it hurt if he brought down the festive spirit.
He knocked on the door and it wasn’t long until she and his wife answered.
“You’re late,” Amy said with narrowed eyes, but handed him a glass of mulled wine all the same.
“Hello, Ponds,” the Doctor replied.
end
Author: tromana
Rating: PG-13
Characters: The Doctor (11)
Summary: He couldn’t quite see the fuss about New Years.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Written for hoshinekoyasha as part of the Holiday Fics challenge. Also this was written pre-broadcast of The Doctor, The Widow and The Wardrobe, but somehow contains spoilers nevertheless.
New Years
The Ponds had insisted that he visited them to celebrate the incoming of the New Year. Insisted. How could he have said no? They were his mother and father in law. No, that felt wrong, somehow. They were his mates, his best friends, and he just happened to be married to their daughter.
Yes, that sounded much better.
Still, he couldn’t quite see the fuss about New Years. He’d seen so, so many. Sometimes, he wondered if it was too many.
For humans, it was different. Their lives were so fast, over in an instant. They burned so brightly, so briefly, that it often seemed like it was over before that had a chance to really get started.
They were never the ones to say goodbye. It was him, it was always him.
He wished he didn’t let himself get so attached, that he could just move on. Show them brilliant sights and then just turn his back on them, without a care in the world. But old age was making him sentimental, was making it harder for him to be able to cut ties just like that. So, instead, he willingly walked into situations where he got hearts-broken time and time again.
If Susan hadn’t let Barbara and Ian Chesterfield, no, Chesterton, follow her…
Susan.
Proof positive that even Time Lords didn’t last forever.
But that was different; that was due to the Time War. It was never meant to happen. And even if it did, she was meant to have been safe, away from Gallifrey. If things had been different, then the Time Lords would still have been alive, instead of trapped, inaccessible in a pocket of time. They would have been living out their lives, as stodgy and unchangeable as ever.
Except for those brilliant few, of course.
Romana. Though he hadn’t heard hide nor hair of her for years, he liked to think she escaped the Time Lords’ fate. If he could, then she was more than certainly capable enough to have done so as well. And if she had escaped, then Leela would have inevitably followed her.
Ace could have completed her training as a Time Lord. Amy (or was it Abby now? He sometimes forgot.) too. And if that was the case, then the sentient tracer might well have had a chance to save Zara as well.
Every year, it felt like there were more farewells, more endings.
Even with the ability to travel through time and space, there were only so many times somebody could go back and abuse that privilege to visit one individual’s time stream.
He would never get that last brandy with Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart.
Would never be able to give Sarah Jane that most recent update for K9.
And New Year was such an archaic term. Was it New Year on Peladon at this very instant? No. But Erimem could quite easily have been waiting for news of Peri. Another year had been and gone, her daughter would be that little bit older, and still waiting to actually meet this fabled godmother for the first time.
What about Parallel Earth? Did that even run at the same pace as his Earth? Was Rose celebrating her birthday or New Years, like he was? Or was it just a normal evening, with work and chips to look forward to tomorrow?
Nyssa, like he, didn’t even have a planet to call home anymore. Yes, they had both adopted new places, but it wasn’t the same. It was never the same.
Still, he tried to disregard it, to push it to one side.
A New Year meant new friends. More people to share the wonders of the Universe with. Somebody wise had once said that a stranger is a friend you haven’t met yet.
With a sigh, he straightened his bowtie and fixed a smile firmly onto his face. No point in being sad, not anymore.
Besides, Amy would kick him where it hurt if he brought down the festive spirit.
He knocked on the door and it wasn’t long until she and his wife answered.
“You’re late,” Amy said with narrowed eyes, but handed him a glass of mulled wine all the same.
“Hello, Ponds,” the Doctor replied.
end