For lyssie: Darker Things and Better Ventures
Title: Darker Things and Better Ventures
For lyssie.
Who wanted: Romana, E-Space & darkness falls
Rating: PG
A/N: Two stories, because well, I wanted to fufill more than one prompt and that's how they came. Sorry that I couldn't get all three.
Words: 1023 total.
In the beginning there was light. So much light it hurt to move, burned her eyes, her skin, everything she touched just burned. Gallifrey was burning and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The light was blinding, white, clean, purifying and destroying, wiping Time free of a war and a race that could destroy it.
Then the darkness fell.
She sits in the darkness and it takes all she can to not scream. Though she often feels the urge to, feels the scream rise up in her throat, fighting her as she sits, curled in the darkness, and wonders if screaming will let her know if she’s really alive.
Sometimes in the darkness, she smells things that no longer exist. She knows that is foolish, an impossibility, as essentially, it is she that no longer exists, but still she smells them, tastes them, longs for them. She smells the grasses of planets she’s only been to once or twice, rains she’s never stood in, foods she wished she tasted.
Only darkness exists for her now. No colour, no light, no sound. She’s not even sure what she looks like anymore, touch being the only thing the darkness hasn’t taken from her and even that is quickly fading. She sits on the floor, or what she thinks must logically be the floor, and runs her fingers over her clothes, feels the fabric underneath fingers, remembers where it came from, and what it was for. She touches her skin, her face, and her features and recognizes that they are different from when she was in the light. The circlet on her head, fitting a Lady President has no purpose now, but she wears it because it touches her and for that fact it keeps the darkness away.
She wonders what her hair looks like now and wonders if it really matters now that she is in a thing, in a place outside of Time.
She always remembers.
She always wishes that she didn’t.
Romanadvoratrelundar is mostly broken now, a girl without a Time, without a home, without a memory or people to remember her. She’s barely even a name. All Romana is, is darkness.
She misses light, but doesn’t remember it.
There is, every so often, the fleeting thought that she’ll escape, that the Void will release her and she’ll once again exist. She wonders when this will be, who she’ll be then, who will find her, where she’ll be found, and if someone will be waiting for her when it happens.
For now she sits, in the darkness, alone, and she tries not to scream.
It’s all she can do, as nothing collapses upon her, taking her with it.
:::
For Romanadvoratrelundar, it was the concept of E-Space that suited her better than the reality of it. There was a certain appeal to it, the idea of gallivanting through an entirely new universe being it’s Doctor. She reasoned that she could do it a lot more neatly than he could, certainly a lot more efficiently than he ever did, and definitely a lot more prettily.
Besides, it wasn’t as if she could hold his hand forever. That was highly impractical and entirely unsound. Time Lords needed to move on and well she needed to be the Doctor for a change.
E-Space was nice. There was good foliage, less planets with cliffs, more planets with trees, and she found it was easier to get in and out of situations without the Doctor by her side. She was very good at what she did and well K-9 wasn’t that useless either. E-Space really did smarten him up.
Sometimes, she wondered if there was a checklist she was supposed to mark off before she could finish up and return to N-Space. Like some sort of passport or travelling pass.
Free a race of lion-like time sensitive beings. Check. Freeing them from slavery had been the easy part, getting them to stay free had taken a bit more work. They hadn’t seemed that needy when she’d released them from slavery-in fact they’d seemed rather competent as a race, but in the end she had to work rather hard to get them not to follow her.
Be crowned queen/princess of a planet. Check. Following some weird accidental pattern, she’d found herself on a planet of Amazons and got herself swept in their culture while repairing her ship. They’d said she looked like a princess of old and thus, crowned her their ruler. Well, to make a long story short, she nipped that quickly in the bud.
Topple unjust governments. Check. On average it took her roughly four words, and well, she had the common sense and decency to stick around afterwards to help fix the damage. It had been the least she could do and well, it was a bit of assurance.
The list went on. Really, she would be rather impressed with herself, if she did that sort of thing. What made it better is that she’d done all of it and managed to keep in one piece. Getting out of E-Space had been relatively easy as well. Just a few codes and repeats of the pattern she’d stumbled back into N-Space again.
It was being back into N-Space that she’d found to be less than pleasant. It was all so positive and crowded and she once again had a lot more control over when she went. It all made her a bit awkward and uncomfortable. She wandered, gallivanted for a while, got into an odd tiff on Skaro with Daleks, but in the end, she got back to Gallifrey, in one piece, and realised she it hadn’t been where she wanted to be.
They weren’t thrilled that she hadn’t returned when they’d asked her too. She wasn’t thrilled to be back, but after a fair bit of debating, they decided to lower her punishment.
They made her President. She made them angry. In the end, it all worked out well in the end. At least for a little while.
She had always been very good at that sort of thing.
For lyssie.
Who wanted: Romana, E-Space & darkness falls
Rating: PG
A/N: Two stories, because well, I wanted to fufill more than one prompt and that's how they came. Sorry that I couldn't get all three.
Words: 1023 total.
In the beginning there was light. So much light it hurt to move, burned her eyes, her skin, everything she touched just burned. Gallifrey was burning and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The light was blinding, white, clean, purifying and destroying, wiping Time free of a war and a race that could destroy it.
Then the darkness fell.
She sits in the darkness and it takes all she can to not scream. Though she often feels the urge to, feels the scream rise up in her throat, fighting her as she sits, curled in the darkness, and wonders if screaming will let her know if she’s really alive.
Sometimes in the darkness, she smells things that no longer exist. She knows that is foolish, an impossibility, as essentially, it is she that no longer exists, but still she smells them, tastes them, longs for them. She smells the grasses of planets she’s only been to once or twice, rains she’s never stood in, foods she wished she tasted.
Only darkness exists for her now. No colour, no light, no sound. She’s not even sure what she looks like anymore, touch being the only thing the darkness hasn’t taken from her and even that is quickly fading. She sits on the floor, or what she thinks must logically be the floor, and runs her fingers over her clothes, feels the fabric underneath fingers, remembers where it came from, and what it was for. She touches her skin, her face, and her features and recognizes that they are different from when she was in the light. The circlet on her head, fitting a Lady President has no purpose now, but she wears it because it touches her and for that fact it keeps the darkness away.
She wonders what her hair looks like now and wonders if it really matters now that she is in a thing, in a place outside of Time.
She always remembers.
She always wishes that she didn’t.
Romanadvoratrelundar is mostly broken now, a girl without a Time, without a home, without a memory or people to remember her. She’s barely even a name. All Romana is, is darkness.
She misses light, but doesn’t remember it.
There is, every so often, the fleeting thought that she’ll escape, that the Void will release her and she’ll once again exist. She wonders when this will be, who she’ll be then, who will find her, where she’ll be found, and if someone will be waiting for her when it happens.
For now she sits, in the darkness, alone, and she tries not to scream.
It’s all she can do, as nothing collapses upon her, taking her with it.
:::
For Romanadvoratrelundar, it was the concept of E-Space that suited her better than the reality of it. There was a certain appeal to it, the idea of gallivanting through an entirely new universe being it’s Doctor. She reasoned that she could do it a lot more neatly than he could, certainly a lot more efficiently than he ever did, and definitely a lot more prettily.
Besides, it wasn’t as if she could hold his hand forever. That was highly impractical and entirely unsound. Time Lords needed to move on and well she needed to be the Doctor for a change.
E-Space was nice. There was good foliage, less planets with cliffs, more planets with trees, and she found it was easier to get in and out of situations without the Doctor by her side. She was very good at what she did and well K-9 wasn’t that useless either. E-Space really did smarten him up.
Sometimes, she wondered if there was a checklist she was supposed to mark off before she could finish up and return to N-Space. Like some sort of passport or travelling pass.
Free a race of lion-like time sensitive beings. Check. Freeing them from slavery had been the easy part, getting them to stay free had taken a bit more work. They hadn’t seemed that needy when she’d released them from slavery-in fact they’d seemed rather competent as a race, but in the end she had to work rather hard to get them not to follow her.
Be crowned queen/princess of a planet. Check. Following some weird accidental pattern, she’d found herself on a planet of Amazons and got herself swept in their culture while repairing her ship. They’d said she looked like a princess of old and thus, crowned her their ruler. Well, to make a long story short, she nipped that quickly in the bud.
Topple unjust governments. Check. On average it took her roughly four words, and well, she had the common sense and decency to stick around afterwards to help fix the damage. It had been the least she could do and well, it was a bit of assurance.
The list went on. Really, she would be rather impressed with herself, if she did that sort of thing. What made it better is that she’d done all of it and managed to keep in one piece. Getting out of E-Space had been relatively easy as well. Just a few codes and repeats of the pattern she’d stumbled back into N-Space again.
It was being back into N-Space that she’d found to be less than pleasant. It was all so positive and crowded and she once again had a lot more control over when she went. It all made her a bit awkward and uncomfortable. She wandered, gallivanted for a while, got into an odd tiff on Skaro with Daleks, but in the end, she got back to Gallifrey, in one piece, and realised she it hadn’t been where she wanted to be.
They weren’t thrilled that she hadn’t returned when they’d asked her too. She wasn’t thrilled to be back, but after a fair bit of debating, they decided to lower her punishment.
They made her President. She made them angry. In the end, it all worked out well in the end. At least for a little while.
She had always been very good at that sort of thing.