Warboys (1/1)
Title: Warboys
Author: tromana
Rating: T
Characters: Ten
Summary: This is the sound of impending war.
Disclaimer: If it was mine, I wouldn't need a disclaimer.
Notes: Holiday fics again. This time it is actually day 8's. Written for little_firestar.
Warboys
This is the sound of impending war.
It’s something he’s all too familiar with. He’s stood on this side of the line too many times, more times than he wishes. More times than he remembers, he suspects. He has so many memories; it’s inevitable that some get lost along the way. Why remember the bad when you can cling onto the good?
The wind blows, leaves crackle as they get caught in the updraft. Somebody, somewhere, lets out a cough or two. No other noises.
They’re just waiting. Waiting, for the inevitable.
Rose is beside him, Martha too.
And Donna, oh, Donna…
They’re all brilliant, wonderful, marvellous even. Each one is special in her own way and each one has touched his hearts.
He should love them, care for them, be proud of them and their achievements.
And he is.
Rose, she fights passionately for everything she loves. She doesn’t give up, never, never. Martha knows when to say no, she knows when enough is enough. And she fights too. Fights for what she truly believes in. Donna, she’s brilliant. Hated her situation, so she’s changed it. Because she doesn’t have to accept second best, she can be the best at whatever she wants to be. She’s a woman who didn’t need to learn how to fight, she just needed the spirit awakening in them.
Each one of them, he has taken for granted, one way or another. He’s forgotten what it’s like just to say goodbye when it all gets too much. They’ve made him more human than he ever was before.
Sometimes, he wonders if they’ve had more of an affect on him, than he, them.
Then, he realises, it’s always been like that.
Sarah Jane, the epitome of the girl who waited, she’s known him for so long now. Has seen more of his faces than even he cares to remember. What had he been thinking when wearing that ridiculous oversized scarf? And she’s always been wonderful, so wonderful. She’s dedicated her life to defending the Earth and now, is bringing up a wonderful son to boot. All on her own. Of course, he knows that she’s more than capable of having achieved all that on her own. She’s Sarah Jane Smith, of course she would have done.
He may have let go of her, back then, but she never did.
And now he can’t let that happen again.
Because he wants to fight for them as much as they, him.
“We’re gonna be alright,” somebody whispers. He doesn’t know who. Could’ve been Rose, Martha, Donna, Sarah Jane, a member of their respective families, anyone.
And they believe it, too. Because he’s standing alongside them.
Waiting.
It won’t be long until the Daleks are here. And that’s why they are here too.
These aren’t his friends, not anymore.
They’re his weapons.
And that sickens him to his stomach.
Author: tromana
Rating: T
Characters: Ten
Summary: This is the sound of impending war.
Disclaimer: If it was mine, I wouldn't need a disclaimer.
Notes: Holiday fics again. This time it is actually day 8's. Written for little_firestar.
Warboys
This is the sound of impending war.
It’s something he’s all too familiar with. He’s stood on this side of the line too many times, more times than he wishes. More times than he remembers, he suspects. He has so many memories; it’s inevitable that some get lost along the way. Why remember the bad when you can cling onto the good?
The wind blows, leaves crackle as they get caught in the updraft. Somebody, somewhere, lets out a cough or two. No other noises.
They’re just waiting. Waiting, for the inevitable.
Rose is beside him, Martha too.
And Donna, oh, Donna…
They’re all brilliant, wonderful, marvellous even. Each one is special in her own way and each one has touched his hearts.
He should love them, care for them, be proud of them and their achievements.
And he is.
Rose, she fights passionately for everything she loves. She doesn’t give up, never, never. Martha knows when to say no, she knows when enough is enough. And she fights too. Fights for what she truly believes in. Donna, she’s brilliant. Hated her situation, so she’s changed it. Because she doesn’t have to accept second best, she can be the best at whatever she wants to be. She’s a woman who didn’t need to learn how to fight, she just needed the spirit awakening in them.
Each one of them, he has taken for granted, one way or another. He’s forgotten what it’s like just to say goodbye when it all gets too much. They’ve made him more human than he ever was before.
Sometimes, he wonders if they’ve had more of an affect on him, than he, them.
Then, he realises, it’s always been like that.
Sarah Jane, the epitome of the girl who waited, she’s known him for so long now. Has seen more of his faces than even he cares to remember. What had he been thinking when wearing that ridiculous oversized scarf? And she’s always been wonderful, so wonderful. She’s dedicated her life to defending the Earth and now, is bringing up a wonderful son to boot. All on her own. Of course, he knows that she’s more than capable of having achieved all that on her own. She’s Sarah Jane Smith, of course she would have done.
He may have let go of her, back then, but she never did.
And now he can’t let that happen again.
Because he wants to fight for them as much as they, him.
“We’re gonna be alright,” somebody whispers. He doesn’t know who. Could’ve been Rose, Martha, Donna, Sarah Jane, a member of their respective families, anyone.
And they believe it, too. Because he’s standing alongside them.
Waiting.
It won’t be long until the Daleks are here. And that’s why they are here too.
These aren’t his friends, not anymore.
They’re his weapons.
And that sickens him to his stomach.