Fic-Whispers from a Black Hole: Bright
Title: Whispers from a Black Hole: Bright
Author: eloriekam
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: I promise to return Ten to the BBC with only slight damage.
Word Count: 4700
Summary: He saw his daughter on more planes than the physical: what could, will be, must not. His mind has been so, so quiet, but now it hums and he can't deny it.
Author's Notes: This fic is from ages ago. Ages. Seriously. Like, a thousand years internet time or something. It might even be my first DW fic kitten--I'm not sure. I was squeeing about something or other on someone's journal, I think... *does some research*, yep on who_in_whoville's LJ and I was talking to laialda. Somehow, my brain went, "oooh, let's do this with Ten and Jenny because telepathy!" Then, when I went to write it, my muse demanded more context, so before I knew it, I was following Ten's disjointed thoughts through the whole thing. And Ten can be pretty disjointed even without the snarky muse stops and starts.
Spoilers for and dialogue from The Doctor's Daughter; very strong hints at Journey's End events.
Story
Snippet:
"She's my daughter," he finally gasped out, staring at the brilliant, impossible figure. Impossible to feel that again, just as impossible as Jack, back up and run away because that part of his brain was still and silent, like the darkness of his home system after everything burned. It used to be chattering, all those other Time Lords, so annoying, but he was all alone in his head because he had to be, he'd ended it, just as relentless as he could see his daughter could, would be, showing in the whippets of Time moving around her. So many choices, so many paths.
Author: eloriekam
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: I promise to return Ten to the BBC with only slight damage.
Word Count: 4700
Summary: He saw his daughter on more planes than the physical: what could, will be, must not. His mind has been so, so quiet, but now it hums and he can't deny it.
Author's Notes: This fic is from ages ago. Ages. Seriously. Like, a thousand years internet time or something. It might even be my first DW fic kitten--I'm not sure. I was squeeing about something or other on someone's journal, I think... *does some research*, yep on who_in_whoville's LJ and I was talking to laialda. Somehow, my brain went, "oooh, let's do this with Ten and Jenny because telepathy!" Then, when I went to write it, my muse demanded more context, so before I knew it, I was following Ten's disjointed thoughts through the whole thing. And Ten can be pretty disjointed even without the snarky muse stops and starts.
Spoilers for and dialogue from The Doctor's Daughter; very strong hints at Journey's End events.
Story
Snippet:
"She's my daughter," he finally gasped out, staring at the brilliant, impossible figure. Impossible to feel that again, just as impossible as Jack, back up and run away because that part of his brain was still and silent, like the darkness of his home system after everything burned. It used to be chattering, all those other Time Lords, so annoying, but he was all alone in his head because he had to be, he'd ended it, just as relentless as he could see his daughter could, would be, showing in the whippets of Time moving around her. So many choices, so many paths.