Some Fic
Title: The End of the Begining
Author: shiny_rosie
Disclaimer: Sooooooo not mine. If they were this story wouldn't be necessary...and yes I'm still bitter. ;)
Rating: G nothing worth hiding behind the sofa for here.
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor,Donna
Warnings: !!Super Duper Spoilers for 4x13 Journey's End!!
Summary: Quiet thoughts in final moments. The Doctor and Donna, one last time.
He is standing in the semi-darkness of her quiet bedroom watching her slow even breathing, counting her heartbeats telling himself over and over that she’s alive, she’s whole, and that no matter what else happens that’s what counts. He has to keep reminding himself because if he stops all he can see is the panic in her eyes and her voice fills up his ears and makes it hard to breathe.
“I can’t go back. Doctor please, please don’t make me go back.”
What if he’s gotten it wrong? What if her wish to stay with him in the Tardis for the rest of her life (how ever short it might have been) was more important than his desperate need to know she was out there somewhere alive and well? What if he’s made a horrible mistake? Maybe he should have stopped to think it through.
But no, he shakes his head. In that moment of decision there hadn’t been time to vacillate. It had been her memories or her life. And he knows what choice he’d make if faced with the decision a thousand times over.
Her life. Every time.
Selfish maybe, but also necessary, because he really doesn’t know if he can believe in a universe where this passionate, loving, infuriating woman no longer exists.
His one regret is that there hadn’t been time to make her understand that he wasn’t taking anything that she wouldn’t find again. To tell her that this incredible woman she’d become was the woman she’d always been. She’d just needed time to discover it. Because he might be a 900 year old time lord, he might be the cleverest man in this or any galaxy, and he might be the pilot of a ship that travels through time and space in the blink of an eye. He might be a lot of things but one thing he was not was a magician…or an architect, or a god. He hadn’t made her the most important woman in all of creation. She’d done that all by herself. He believes in this with everything he is, he has to, to believe anything else means the destruction of them both.
Movement behind him breaks into his thoughts. Wilf is standing in the doorway, tears sliding silently down his cheeks; its time to go explain, to put the final locks on the door that shuts him out of her life for good. He takes a breath and crosses to the bed, leaning down to press a light kiss against her forehead.
“The Best of times Donna Noble.” He says gently. “Be brilliant. I know you will.”
Author: shiny_rosie
Disclaimer: Sooooooo not mine. If they were this story wouldn't be necessary...and yes I'm still bitter. ;)
Rating: G nothing worth hiding behind the sofa for here.
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor,Donna
Warnings: !!Super Duper Spoilers for 4x13 Journey's End!!
Summary: Quiet thoughts in final moments. The Doctor and Donna, one last time.
He is standing in the semi-darkness of her quiet bedroom watching her slow even breathing, counting her heartbeats telling himself over and over that she’s alive, she’s whole, and that no matter what else happens that’s what counts. He has to keep reminding himself because if he stops all he can see is the panic in her eyes and her voice fills up his ears and makes it hard to breathe.
“I can’t go back. Doctor please, please don’t make me go back.”
What if he’s gotten it wrong? What if her wish to stay with him in the Tardis for the rest of her life (how ever short it might have been) was more important than his desperate need to know she was out there somewhere alive and well? What if he’s made a horrible mistake? Maybe he should have stopped to think it through.
But no, he shakes his head. In that moment of decision there hadn’t been time to vacillate. It had been her memories or her life. And he knows what choice he’d make if faced with the decision a thousand times over.
Her life. Every time.
Selfish maybe, but also necessary, because he really doesn’t know if he can believe in a universe where this passionate, loving, infuriating woman no longer exists.
His one regret is that there hadn’t been time to make her understand that he wasn’t taking anything that she wouldn’t find again. To tell her that this incredible woman she’d become was the woman she’d always been. She’d just needed time to discover it. Because he might be a 900 year old time lord, he might be the cleverest man in this or any galaxy, and he might be the pilot of a ship that travels through time and space in the blink of an eye. He might be a lot of things but one thing he was not was a magician…or an architect, or a god. He hadn’t made her the most important woman in all of creation. She’d done that all by herself. He believes in this with everything he is, he has to, to believe anything else means the destruction of them both.
Movement behind him breaks into his thoughts. Wilf is standing in the doorway, tears sliding silently down his cheeks; its time to go explain, to put the final locks on the door that shuts him out of her life for good. He takes a breath and crosses to the bed, leaning down to press a light kiss against her forehead.
“The Best of times Donna Noble.” He says gently. “Be brilliant. I know you will.”