I love you and you loved time.
Characters: The Doctor & Rose Tyler
Status: Closed
Rating: PG
Date: Present
Location: The shore
The Doctor walked along the edge of the ocean, soon to approach the very spot his TARDIS vanished around him. He led a black horse with him, that he'd rode in from the east and recently decided to dismount and walk beside. The sun was setting now between the water and the horizon casting the sea a brilliant orange. He'd been in this strange place for nearly two weeks, and you could say he had accomplished much, if he were a settler or pioneer. Mostly though he was just confused.
The Doctor and the horse walked quietly along in the sand. An oceanwind had begun to pick up, and he found himself stuffing his hands in the pockets of a black blazer. His thoughts were lost to himself, only to be distracted periodically by Snowflake's appreciation of the Doctor as a traveling scratching post.
He was almost there now, staring out at the last clip of sunlight that the bright moonlight overtook. Even in the approaching darkness, the beach reminded him of Rose. He was miles away from that now, but the memory of her was clear as ever. Somehow it felt the same.
His mood lightened considerably as he approached the spot where his ship had broken up around him. Sure there wasn't anything there, but he could feel that it had been there. He found that familiarly both uplifting and grounding. Wasting no time at all, he dropped Snowflake's reins (confident that his horse wouldn't abandon him for another funny talking post -- and mostly because there wasn't another) and took out his sonic screwdriver to measure the residual energy.
Without the TARDIS, he could never leave Wonderland. With the TARDIS, he wasn't really planning to. Not just yet, anyway.
The horse watched as the little blue light on the end of the small device bounced about. It seemed like the man was doing something exciting, but whatever it was; it didn't seem likely to involve putting down his dinner for the night. Stamping a hoof down seemed a pleasant way to protest.
Discontent with the information gathered, the Doctor returned his screwdriver back into the inside of his blazer pocket. He learned more from his ship simply not being here, then he did from any of the measurements taken.
All he could do now was head back.
(http://community.livejournal.com/nonevidence/66828.html)
Status: Closed
Rating: PG
Date: Present
Location: The shore
The Doctor walked along the edge of the ocean, soon to approach the very spot his TARDIS vanished around him. He led a black horse with him, that he'd rode in from the east and recently decided to dismount and walk beside. The sun was setting now between the water and the horizon casting the sea a brilliant orange. He'd been in this strange place for nearly two weeks, and you could say he had accomplished much, if he were a settler or pioneer. Mostly though he was just confused.
The Doctor and the horse walked quietly along in the sand. An oceanwind had begun to pick up, and he found himself stuffing his hands in the pockets of a black blazer. His thoughts were lost to himself, only to be distracted periodically by Snowflake's appreciation of the Doctor as a traveling scratching post.
He was almost there now, staring out at the last clip of sunlight that the bright moonlight overtook. Even in the approaching darkness, the beach reminded him of Rose. He was miles away from that now, but the memory of her was clear as ever. Somehow it felt the same.
His mood lightened considerably as he approached the spot where his ship had broken up around him. Sure there wasn't anything there, but he could feel that it had been there. He found that familiarly both uplifting and grounding. Wasting no time at all, he dropped Snowflake's reins (confident that his horse wouldn't abandon him for another funny talking post -- and mostly because there wasn't another) and took out his sonic screwdriver to measure the residual energy.
Without the TARDIS, he could never leave Wonderland. With the TARDIS, he wasn't really planning to. Not just yet, anyway.
The horse watched as the little blue light on the end of the small device bounced about. It seemed like the man was doing something exciting, but whatever it was; it didn't seem likely to involve putting down his dinner for the night. Stamping a hoof down seemed a pleasant way to protest.
Discontent with the information gathered, the Doctor returned his screwdriver back into the inside of his blazer pocket. He learned more from his ship simply not being here, then he did from any of the measurements taken.
All he could do now was head back.
(http://community.livejournal.com/nonevidence/66828.html)