Journey's End
So here's what I wrote the night I watched the season 4 finale.
Title: “Music”
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Donna
Rating: PG
Word Count: 165
Spoilers: 4x13, also specifically for 4x3
Disclaimer: Dr. Who is not mine.
Sometimes Donna could hear music. After the first seven times of asking who’d turned on the radio while she was working, best temp in Chiswick ya know, she stopped. She wasn’t nutters after all.
It wasn’t even some stupid pop song stuck in her head; it was real music with chorals and orchestras like her grandfather would put on blaring whenever he was stuck in traffic next to some kid listening to rap music.
She heard it when she typed a hundred words a minute at work, and in the buzzes of the bees her neighbors had taken to keeping and boy did her mother have something to say about that, and whenever she passed a blonde with too much eye makeup on the street.
It was music of freedom and the beginning and end of everything and self-worth and that it was all worthwhile and a hundred other things, none of which Donna Noble believed in.
It was the best music in the world.
Title: “Music”
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Donna
Rating: PG
Word Count: 165
Spoilers: 4x13, also specifically for 4x3
Disclaimer: Dr. Who is not mine.
Sometimes Donna could hear music. After the first seven times of asking who’d turned on the radio while she was working, best temp in Chiswick ya know, she stopped. She wasn’t nutters after all.
It wasn’t even some stupid pop song stuck in her head; it was real music with chorals and orchestras like her grandfather would put on blaring whenever he was stuck in traffic next to some kid listening to rap music.
She heard it when she typed a hundred words a minute at work, and in the buzzes of the bees her neighbors had taken to keeping and boy did her mother have something to say about that, and whenever she passed a blonde with too much eye makeup on the street.
It was music of freedom and the beginning and end of everything and self-worth and that it was all worthwhile and a hundred other things, none of which Donna Noble believed in.
It was the best music in the world.