Advent challenge; fic 17.
Title: Hello and Goodbye
Fandom: Doctor Who
Summary: The TARDIS has always wondered what it would be like to be human. And She's had her chances.
Characters/ Pairings: the TARDIS, Idris, 9, 10, 11, Rose, Donna, Jack Harkness, Rory, Amy
Prompt: Times the TARDIS was human
Genre: romance, friendship
Rating: g
Word count: 715
The TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. The bluest blue box ever.
But that was the thing. The TARDIS was just that; a box. A wooden box, bigger on the inside, absolutely amazing on the inside, but still nothing more than a box. A box made of wood, wood cut from dead trees.
The TARDIS could see all of time and space, every course and every option. But it had never known what it felt like to be alive. To be flesh, like her beloved thief the Doctor. To move about in a body, with fingers and hair and legs.
It wasn’t until her Doctor was in his ninth incarnation that the TARDIS had her first chance. She was so desperate, the girl, desperate to help her doctor. And the TARDIS always helped her doctor.
It felt so strange. The body wasn’t empty; this girl was still there, her memories and thoughts and hopes and dreams flooding the TARDIS’ consciousness, giving her something to use, a voice to speak with. And yet it still wasn’t the TARDIS. It was Rose. Through Rose the TARDIS saved the doctor. The girl poured the TARDIS’ consciousness into the daleks, turning them to dust. The girl bought Jack Harkness back to life, and by this point the TARDIS had lost control- he was never going to die now. And she couldn’t leave the girl herself. She didn’t mean to, but she was burning the girl up- flesh bodies couldn’t hold the TARDIS matrix, especially not a body already so full of life.
A life the TARDIS could never have.
But then the Doctor had kissed her, and for one second, one fleeting second, she had been one with her thief, with the mad man she had stolen and traveled the universe with. It felt natural; it felt right for them to be entangled like this.
If only her complexity and power wasn’t killing him. He had to release her, to take her home, to put her back into the box.
The TARDIS loved the box. Being bigger on the inside, traveling with the Doctor and his stray companions, saving worlds and civilizations as she saw fit to be saved. Always taking the Doctor where he needed to go.
She loved her Doctor, really. And she knew that he loved her too. It was a different sort of love though; different to what he had with Rose. And it had made her so sad when Rose couldn’t come back. She couldn’t stand to see her Doctor so upset, so depressed, so angry.
But, as she had known where to take him to introduce him to Rose, she knew where to take him now to make him better. The noble bride had saved him, and the TARDIS knew then, that whatever happened between her Doctor and Donna Noble, it was fate that drew them together.
And then, what seemed like an age later, the Doctor Donna had come to be, and the TARDIS was saved from the fire and the flames.
The TARDIS had thought she might have gotten her wish again then; but it wasn’t to be.
Her next chance was so much more than she had dreamt.
An empty body. A mouth that was all her own, a head without jumbled thoughts distracting her. She was a person. And finally, they could talk. Have an actual conversation. Even though words were so hard to find, so big and important. She got to talk to her Doctor. She could touch him, and kiss him.
This time though, there was no one else to interfere. It was just her; just her and her Doctor.
And he had called her sexy. And somehow, stroking her cheek, a cheek made of flesh and blood had felt so much better than when he would stroke her console.
Leaving had been the worst. Dying. Trying to make sure that the pretty one and the orange one knew everything they would need to know while she could still tell them.
There was just one thing she had to tell the Doctor though,
“I just wanted to say… hello. Hello.”
Goodbyes came too soon.
But she was the TARDIS. The Doctor was never alone, not really. She was his old girl; he would always have her.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Summary: The TARDIS has always wondered what it would be like to be human. And She's had her chances.
Characters/ Pairings: the TARDIS, Idris, 9, 10, 11, Rose, Donna, Jack Harkness, Rory, Amy
Prompt: Times the TARDIS was human
Genre: romance, friendship
Rating: g
Word count: 715
The TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. The bluest blue box ever.
But that was the thing. The TARDIS was just that; a box. A wooden box, bigger on the inside, absolutely amazing on the inside, but still nothing more than a box. A box made of wood, wood cut from dead trees.
The TARDIS could see all of time and space, every course and every option. But it had never known what it felt like to be alive. To be flesh, like her beloved thief the Doctor. To move about in a body, with fingers and hair and legs.
It wasn’t until her Doctor was in his ninth incarnation that the TARDIS had her first chance. She was so desperate, the girl, desperate to help her doctor. And the TARDIS always helped her doctor.
It felt so strange. The body wasn’t empty; this girl was still there, her memories and thoughts and hopes and dreams flooding the TARDIS’ consciousness, giving her something to use, a voice to speak with. And yet it still wasn’t the TARDIS. It was Rose. Through Rose the TARDIS saved the doctor. The girl poured the TARDIS’ consciousness into the daleks, turning them to dust. The girl bought Jack Harkness back to life, and by this point the TARDIS had lost control- he was never going to die now. And she couldn’t leave the girl herself. She didn’t mean to, but she was burning the girl up- flesh bodies couldn’t hold the TARDIS matrix, especially not a body already so full of life.
A life the TARDIS could never have.
But then the Doctor had kissed her, and for one second, one fleeting second, she had been one with her thief, with the mad man she had stolen and traveled the universe with. It felt natural; it felt right for them to be entangled like this.
If only her complexity and power wasn’t killing him. He had to release her, to take her home, to put her back into the box.
The TARDIS loved the box. Being bigger on the inside, traveling with the Doctor and his stray companions, saving worlds and civilizations as she saw fit to be saved. Always taking the Doctor where he needed to go.
She loved her Doctor, really. And she knew that he loved her too. It was a different sort of love though; different to what he had with Rose. And it had made her so sad when Rose couldn’t come back. She couldn’t stand to see her Doctor so upset, so depressed, so angry.
But, as she had known where to take him to introduce him to Rose, she knew where to take him now to make him better. The noble bride had saved him, and the TARDIS knew then, that whatever happened between her Doctor and Donna Noble, it was fate that drew them together.
And then, what seemed like an age later, the Doctor Donna had come to be, and the TARDIS was saved from the fire and the flames.
The TARDIS had thought she might have gotten her wish again then; but it wasn’t to be.
Her next chance was so much more than she had dreamt.
An empty body. A mouth that was all her own, a head without jumbled thoughts distracting her. She was a person. And finally, they could talk. Have an actual conversation. Even though words were so hard to find, so big and important. She got to talk to her Doctor. She could touch him, and kiss him.
This time though, there was no one else to interfere. It was just her; just her and her Doctor.
And he had called her sexy. And somehow, stroking her cheek, a cheek made of flesh and blood had felt so much better than when he would stroke her console.
Leaving had been the worst. Dying. Trying to make sure that the pretty one and the orange one knew everything they would need to know while she could still tell them.
There was just one thing she had to tell the Doctor though,
“I just wanted to say… hello. Hello.”
Goodbyes came too soon.
But she was the TARDIS. The Doctor was never alone, not really. She was his old girl; he would always have her.