Fic: Sacrifice of Angels
Title: Sacrifice of Angels
Genre: Angst
Characters: Rose/Nine
Rating: All Ages
Summary: How can anyone come to love such a man?
Disclaimer: If I owned it, it would still be Christopher Eccleston and it wouldn't be a family show.....
A/N: Sigh, PMT makes me angsty and watch POTW, and then I write this sort of thing... Another sort of drabble 2.5ish... sort of... can't seem to fit them into 100 words lately...
Sacrifice of Angels
He is dying.
There is no ignoring that fact. He can feel each and every cell of his body mutating into something new and it hurts…
It’s killing him.
He wants to stay; he wants to let her know. He wants to take back all the stupid, stubborn resolutions that his mind made over the last year…
He wants to show her how he feels.
He is a fool; he knows that now. He should have acted before it was far too late. He can see everything, everything that was, is and ever could be, but he was too damn stubborn to allow himself to see this…
A moment ago she was a Goddess. She was his Goddess; shining, omnipotent, the saviour of all; the Bad Wolf. As he saved her, what he had denied to himself was rammed home into his mind.
She loves him.
He, Karshtakavaar; The Oncoming Storm, Ka Faraq Gatri; The Bringer of Darkness, The Destroyer of Worlds; how can anyone come to love such a man?
A man so damaged and so broken, so undeserving of love.
Yet there she was; willingly risking her very life; a golden sword of Damocles thrust down and bringing her wrath down on the scourge of the universe; scattering their ashes throughout time.
And as his body is consumed in the fire of regeneration, he thinks to himself;
Let me become worthy of her.
Genre: Angst
Characters: Rose/Nine
Rating: All Ages
Summary: How can anyone come to love such a man?
Disclaimer: If I owned it, it would still be Christopher Eccleston and it wouldn't be a family show.....
A/N: Sigh, PMT makes me angsty and watch POTW, and then I write this sort of thing... Another sort of drabble 2.5ish... sort of... can't seem to fit them into 100 words lately...
Sacrifice of Angels
He is dying.
There is no ignoring that fact. He can feel each and every cell of his body mutating into something new and it hurts…
It’s killing him.
He wants to stay; he wants to let her know. He wants to take back all the stupid, stubborn resolutions that his mind made over the last year…
He wants to show her how he feels.
He is a fool; he knows that now. He should have acted before it was far too late. He can see everything, everything that was, is and ever could be, but he was too damn stubborn to allow himself to see this…
A moment ago she was a Goddess. She was his Goddess; shining, omnipotent, the saviour of all; the Bad Wolf. As he saved her, what he had denied to himself was rammed home into his mind.
She loves him.
He, Karshtakavaar; The Oncoming Storm, Ka Faraq Gatri; The Bringer of Darkness, The Destroyer of Worlds; how can anyone come to love such a man?
A man so damaged and so broken, so undeserving of love.
Yet there she was; willingly risking her very life; a golden sword of Damocles thrust down and bringing her wrath down on the scourge of the universe; scattering their ashes throughout time.
And as his body is consumed in the fire of regeneration, he thinks to himself;
Let me become worthy of her.