Fifty Drabbles - For Them Both
Title: Fifty Drabbles - For Them Both
Author: miss_prufrock
Rating: All Ages
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Disclaimer: Don't own it. If I did I would MAKE THE FRIGGIN AIRING TIME EARLIER!
Summary: A series of drabbles that follow the Doctor and Rose from before they met to post-reunion. Each drabble is inspired by a song - the challenge was to put your iPod on shuffle and write a drabble for your ship per song, with only the duration of each song to complete the drabble. I've put the drabbles in chronological order, and this seventh part is three drabbles describing... well, both of them, post Doomsday.
Author's notes: Mkay, I need something to do for the twenty minutes between now and the Stolen Earth airing, and I've calculated that I need to make my cup of tea at 7.05 to have optimum tempurate for viewing, which leaves me with a fourteen minute window, so I'm posting this. Songs are Back To Black and Tears Dry On Their Own by Amy Winehouse, and Keep Holding On by the unspeakable Eggy Slitheen (sorry, Avril Lavigne)
They’d only said goodbye with words, which were never exactly their primary form of communication. There had been looks, quirked eyebrows, embraces, and yes, softly spoken words that meant less in content than they did in tone. How could either of them say goodbye and mean it when words meant so very little? And come to think of it, they never even said goodbye - at the end of the day he never said anything. It was all very subtle, very implied, but their main message to one another existed in their very presence ‘I’m here - I’ll always be here’.
They’d been brilliant - they’d both known that when they were at their high. Living beneath a blaze that only lovers see, knowing that they had no more capacity to walk away than they had to admit that it was merely a delusion - that their parting was inevitable withdrawal. No, they hadn’t been perfect or even properly whole, no, they could never have had it all that way, yes, they left with both of them riddled with unkissed kisses and emotional debts, but the underlying sentiment never altered, come hell or high water - ‘I wouldn’t have missed it for the world’.
They stood together, although a universe separated the two of them from one another. As long as they could hold onto the memories, then they could feed off the strength they brought one another, just as the Isolus could feed off each other’s love. Although it seemed virtually impossible to stand together when the odds were so stacked, it was equally impossible when they still had the memories to draw strength from. It might have been wise to let go of one another, but when it was all that they had left, what the hell else could they do? Endure.
Author: miss_prufrock
Rating: All Ages
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Disclaimer: Don't own it. If I did I would MAKE THE FRIGGIN AIRING TIME EARLIER!
Summary: A series of drabbles that follow the Doctor and Rose from before they met to post-reunion. Each drabble is inspired by a song - the challenge was to put your iPod on shuffle and write a drabble for your ship per song, with only the duration of each song to complete the drabble. I've put the drabbles in chronological order, and this seventh part is three drabbles describing... well, both of them, post Doomsday.
Author's notes: Mkay, I need something to do for the twenty minutes between now and the Stolen Earth airing, and I've calculated that I need to make my cup of tea at 7.05 to have optimum tempurate for viewing, which leaves me with a fourteen minute window, so I'm posting this. Songs are Back To Black and Tears Dry On Their Own by Amy Winehouse, and Keep Holding On by the unspeakable Eggy Slitheen (sorry, Avril Lavigne)
They’d only said goodbye with words, which were never exactly their primary form of communication. There had been looks, quirked eyebrows, embraces, and yes, softly spoken words that meant less in content than they did in tone. How could either of them say goodbye and mean it when words meant so very little? And come to think of it, they never even said goodbye - at the end of the day he never said anything. It was all very subtle, very implied, but their main message to one another existed in their very presence ‘I’m here - I’ll always be here’.
They’d been brilliant - they’d both known that when they were at their high. Living beneath a blaze that only lovers see, knowing that they had no more capacity to walk away than they had to admit that it was merely a delusion - that their parting was inevitable withdrawal. No, they hadn’t been perfect or even properly whole, no, they could never have had it all that way, yes, they left with both of them riddled with unkissed kisses and emotional debts, but the underlying sentiment never altered, come hell or high water - ‘I wouldn’t have missed it for the world’.
They stood together, although a universe separated the two of them from one another. As long as they could hold onto the memories, then they could feed off the strength they brought one another, just as the Isolus could feed off each other’s love. Although it seemed virtually impossible to stand together when the odds were so stacked, it was equally impossible when they still had the memories to draw strength from. It might have been wise to let go of one another, but when it was all that they had left, what the hell else could they do? Endure.