Doctor Who, "Before We Die" Amy/Eleven | rated PG
Fandom: Doctor Who (Series 5 & 6)
Title: Before We Die
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters/Pairings: Amy, Eleven, Rory mentioned, Amy/Eleven
Word Count: 300
Genre: Drama
Notes/Spoilers: Written for the "ouch" theme at fanfic_bakeoff. No spoilers.
Summary: Wounded, Amy has a last request.
Amy thinks she might die today. Well, she supposes every day is like that since she’s started traveling with the Doctor. They’ve had their good days, their not-so good days, and really terrible days, like today.
They’re trapped here and she can’t move. The fires have burnt her legs, and they hurt like mad, and if only the Doctor would stop touching them out of worry, she may find some semblance of ease.
Only she can’t, not when she thinks she’s already dying. Not when Rory could be dead somewhere else when he was separated from them and fell into the group they were supposed to save from this burning planet.
Predictably, the Doctor isn’t giving up. She wouldn’t either if she could move but she feels so helpless, and she hates feeling like this, not when she’s brandished swords and shot futuristic guns and saved people all by herself, with the Doctor babbling about science in the background.
“Ouch!” she exclaims, as the Doctors shakes her shoulder. Any cause of movement makes her wounded body ache.
“Sorry, Pond, we’ll fix you up when we get back to the Tardis,” he assures.
“When will that be?”
“Soon, I hear them outside, trying to blast through the rock,” he says with a smile. She doesn’t know if she can believe him.
“Doctor, if you and I are were going to die in here,” she says, coughing, “Wouldn’t you fancy one last shag?”
His look mirrors her own feelings in this, it’s both wanting and knowingly forbidden, and while he doesn’t answer her, he leans down and kisses the top of her head.
“No one dies today, Amelia,” he says encouragingly. Amy chokes out a laugh. She hates, even in hopeless times as these, when she knows that the Doctor is right.
Title: Before We Die
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters/Pairings: Amy, Eleven, Rory mentioned, Amy/Eleven
Word Count: 300
Genre: Drama
Notes/Spoilers: Written for the "ouch" theme at fanfic_bakeoff. No spoilers.
Summary: Wounded, Amy has a last request.
Amy thinks she might die today. Well, she supposes every day is like that since she’s started traveling with the Doctor. They’ve had their good days, their not-so good days, and really terrible days, like today.
They’re trapped here and she can’t move. The fires have burnt her legs, and they hurt like mad, and if only the Doctor would stop touching them out of worry, she may find some semblance of ease.
Only she can’t, not when she thinks she’s already dying. Not when Rory could be dead somewhere else when he was separated from them and fell into the group they were supposed to save from this burning planet.
Predictably, the Doctor isn’t giving up. She wouldn’t either if she could move but she feels so helpless, and she hates feeling like this, not when she’s brandished swords and shot futuristic guns and saved people all by herself, with the Doctor babbling about science in the background.
“Ouch!” she exclaims, as the Doctors shakes her shoulder. Any cause of movement makes her wounded body ache.
“Sorry, Pond, we’ll fix you up when we get back to the Tardis,” he assures.
“When will that be?”
“Soon, I hear them outside, trying to blast through the rock,” he says with a smile. She doesn’t know if she can believe him.
“Doctor, if you and I are were going to die in here,” she says, coughing, “Wouldn’t you fancy one last shag?”
His look mirrors her own feelings in this, it’s both wanting and knowingly forbidden, and while he doesn’t answer her, he leans down and kisses the top of her head.
“No one dies today, Amelia,” he says encouragingly. Amy chokes out a laugh. She hates, even in hopeless times as these, when she knows that the Doctor is right.