Love in Reverse
Title: Love in Reverse
Author: Rochvelleth
Show: Dr Who
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eleven, River
Warnings: Not really any spoilers (except for Forest of the Dead - but you've all seen that, right?), just some hints. A bit on the mushy side.
Notes: Written in response to a prompt by crycrywolf in the spoiler_song River ficathon.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or concepts, sadly.
Love in Reverse
The Doctor did not realise at first that it would be like this. When he first met River, on that brilliant but terrible day, he discovered that he was going to fall in love. But for him, in the beginning, the love was not there, not then.
Over the years, as River came and went from his life, he began to understand who she was, what she was. Brave. Beautiful. Intelligent. Confident. Tragic. Kind. Amazing.
Slowly, he fell in love. More and more he sought her company, instead of letting her come looking for him. More and more he watched her, listened to her. One day he kissed her. Another day they embraced fully. And another day, a day somewhere in the middle of both their timelines, they made love, and stayed in each other’s arms longer than ever before.
In the middle, everything was beautiful. They needed each other, held each other, loved each other.
But as with all wonderful, amazing, magical stories, an end had to come. The Doctor grew older, and loved her all the more. He visited her on every occasion he could, but she was human and her time was limited. He had known, right from the beginning, that they would not be together forever, but it made their parting no easier. Just when his love had become complete, just when he felt that he could never live without her, he had to lose her.
In his own timeline, he saved her penultimate meeting with him as his last. He turned up on her doorstep, opened the TARDIS door with a click of his fingers, and whisked her away. She was mature, but not old. She was experienced, but not weary. The intensity of her gaze, and every line on her face, made him feel the depth of history that had passed between them. A history to be cherished.
They talked and made love and made every moment count. She may not have recognised the significance just then, but soon she would, and she would understand why he was being so kind to her. His parting gift to her was his sonic screwdriver. Or was it a gift for himself? Her body might perish, but her mind never would. She would become immortal - almost. Like him.
And then, even though for both of them the story had to end, their love and its memory would never die.
Author: Rochvelleth
Show: Dr Who
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eleven, River
Warnings: Not really any spoilers (except for Forest of the Dead - but you've all seen that, right?), just some hints. A bit on the mushy side.
Notes: Written in response to a prompt by crycrywolf in the spoiler_song River ficathon.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or concepts, sadly.
Love in Reverse
The Doctor did not realise at first that it would be like this. When he first met River, on that brilliant but terrible day, he discovered that he was going to fall in love. But for him, in the beginning, the love was not there, not then.
Over the years, as River came and went from his life, he began to understand who she was, what she was. Brave. Beautiful. Intelligent. Confident. Tragic. Kind. Amazing.
Slowly, he fell in love. More and more he sought her company, instead of letting her come looking for him. More and more he watched her, listened to her. One day he kissed her. Another day they embraced fully. And another day, a day somewhere in the middle of both their timelines, they made love, and stayed in each other’s arms longer than ever before.
In the middle, everything was beautiful. They needed each other, held each other, loved each other.
But as with all wonderful, amazing, magical stories, an end had to come. The Doctor grew older, and loved her all the more. He visited her on every occasion he could, but she was human and her time was limited. He had known, right from the beginning, that they would not be together forever, but it made their parting no easier. Just when his love had become complete, just when he felt that he could never live without her, he had to lose her.
In his own timeline, he saved her penultimate meeting with him as his last. He turned up on her doorstep, opened the TARDIS door with a click of his fingers, and whisked her away. She was mature, but not old. She was experienced, but not weary. The intensity of her gaze, and every line on her face, made him feel the depth of history that had passed between them. A history to be cherished.
They talked and made love and made every moment count. She may not have recognised the significance just then, but soon she would, and she would understand why he was being so kind to her. His parting gift to her was his sonic screwdriver. Or was it a gift for himself? Her body might perish, but her mind never would. She would become immortal - almost. Like him.
And then, even though for both of them the story had to end, their love and its memory would never die.