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TITLE: In Memorial of...
AUTHOR: rushikayu13
FANDOM: Doctor Who
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Harriet Jones, Ten.
PROMPT: 67 - Destruction.
RATING: PG.
WORD COUNT: 263
SUMMARY: (Missing Scene from Journey's End) He ruined her life, and he had no-one to blame for her death but himself. Well, that and the Daleks.
WARNINGS: Death. Spoilers for TSE/Journey's End.
NOTES: Crossposting to 100_tales when I get chance.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Doctor Who, he'd be more concerned with saving the universe than with his love life. *has better priorities*
He’d ruined her life.
If he hadn’t intervened against the Sycorax, she would have remained Prime Minister. Her term would have been heralded as a Golden Age. If he hadn’t forced her to retire, Harold Saxon would never have been allowed to take her office. His flash would have met her substance, his manipulation versus her perseverance, and she would have won.
But he had been young, only barely into this regeneration, and he’d destroyed her in his instability -and deep down, he knows that he was a hypocrite to chastise her for taking destructive action to protect Great Britain but he’ll never say it because he’s supposed to be the hero- simply because she had her own ideas as to what was right and wrong.
And now she was dead.
Murdered by the Daleks in her own home as she rallied his forces together. She’d sent the beacon that had allowed him to find and save the world.
27 worlds, to be exact.
No other Prime Minister -former, in her case- could say the same. He couldn’t bring her back and he knew it, but he could do one more thing for Ms Harriet Jones, loyal back-bench MP for Flydale North and former Prime Minister.
All 27 worlds would know her as a hero. Not for her term -because he’d shortened it- but for her dedication and commitment for her duty and for her strength and sheer willpower in the face of opposition.
It was a small offering after all he had taken from her, but it was all he could give.
AUTHOR: rushikayu13
FANDOM: Doctor Who
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Harriet Jones, Ten.
PROMPT: 67 - Destruction.
RATING: PG.
WORD COUNT: 263
SUMMARY: (Missing Scene from Journey's End) He ruined her life, and he had no-one to blame for her death but himself. Well, that and the Daleks.
WARNINGS: Death. Spoilers for TSE/Journey's End.
NOTES: Crossposting to 100_tales when I get chance.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Doctor Who, he'd be more concerned with saving the universe than with his love life. *has better priorities*
He’d ruined her life.
If he hadn’t intervened against the Sycorax, she would have remained Prime Minister. Her term would have been heralded as a Golden Age. If he hadn’t forced her to retire, Harold Saxon would never have been allowed to take her office. His flash would have met her substance, his manipulation versus her perseverance, and she would have won.
But he had been young, only barely into this regeneration, and he’d destroyed her in his instability -and deep down, he knows that he was a hypocrite to chastise her for taking destructive action to protect Great Britain but he’ll never say it because he’s supposed to be the hero- simply because she had her own ideas as to what was right and wrong.
And now she was dead.
Murdered by the Daleks in her own home as she rallied his forces together. She’d sent the beacon that had allowed him to find and save the world.
27 worlds, to be exact.
No other Prime Minister -former, in her case- could say the same. He couldn’t bring her back and he knew it, but he could do one more thing for Ms Harriet Jones, loyal back-bench MP for Flydale North and former Prime Minister.
All 27 worlds would know her as a hero. Not for her term -because he’d shortened it- but for her dedication and commitment for her duty and for her strength and sheer willpower in the face of opposition.
It was a small offering after all he had taken from her, but it was all he could give.