Fic: Ten Seconds
Ten Seconds, Nine/Rose, G, 244 words Is she more than teeth and tail and blood and bone and a snarl from a nightmare that haunts everything, will haunt everything forever?
Ten Seconds
She doesn’t know who she is, doesn’t know where she’s been, doesn’t know why she exists. She’s falling, falling, falling, like a meteorite from the sky, breaking up in the atmosphere into a thousand tiny pieces that can still do so, so much damage no matter how small. She’s burning up, white hot coals that are taking far too long to become cinders and everything, everything around her hurts. It’s violent and ugly, this tearing apart of her psyche, this shredding of her soul, this rending of her body.
What is she?
One
two
three
Golden light and shadow and fire and all of the things that went bump in the
four
five
six
night. Lightning and thunder and rain so powerful it can all but kill you and
seven
eight
nine
is that what is happening? Is she dying? Is she killing? Is she more than teeth and tail and blood and bone and a snarl from a nightmare that haunts everything, will haunt everything forever?
Ten.
It stops. She stops. She feels lips, softer than she thought they’d be. She feels power. Hers. His. The pain moves behind her eyes, from heat to crystals, shards of ice piercing every aspect of what she has become.
BAD WOLF
The bitterness of winter, the freezing darkness, dissolves. He pulls it out of her and chases it away.
She fills with warmth, rebirth, renewal.
She is Rose Tyler.
And he tastes of spring.
Ten Seconds
She doesn’t know who she is, doesn’t know where she’s been, doesn’t know why she exists. She’s falling, falling, falling, like a meteorite from the sky, breaking up in the atmosphere into a thousand tiny pieces that can still do so, so much damage no matter how small. She’s burning up, white hot coals that are taking far too long to become cinders and everything, everything around her hurts. It’s violent and ugly, this tearing apart of her psyche, this shredding of her soul, this rending of her body.
What is she?
One
two
three
Golden light and shadow and fire and all of the things that went bump in the
four
five
six
night. Lightning and thunder and rain so powerful it can all but kill you and
seven
eight
nine
is that what is happening? Is she dying? Is she killing? Is she more than teeth and tail and blood and bone and a snarl from a nightmare that haunts everything, will haunt everything forever?
Ten.
It stops. She stops. She feels lips, softer than she thought they’d be. She feels power. Hers. His. The pain moves behind her eyes, from heat to crystals, shards of ice piercing every aspect of what she has become.
BAD WOLF
The bitterness of winter, the freezing darkness, dissolves. He pulls it out of her and chases it away.
She fills with warmth, rebirth, renewal.
She is Rose Tyler.
And he tastes of spring.