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So, I couldn't sleep last night and found myself wide awake around, oh, 3:30am and a fic starting writing itself in my head. I have to wonder if it sounded more elegant there than it does on paper, but nonetheless, I had to get it out. Still didn't sleep much better after it was written, but I'm not at all surprised that I didn't sleep well. A) It was hot and humid and I can't sleep when it's like that, and B) my mind was still on the Doctor Who season finale. Damn you, RTD. >.>
Dunno how good this is, but I had to get it out.
Universe: Doctor Who
Genre(s): Introspection
Character(s): Tenth Doctor, Donna
Rating: G
Warnings: Highly spoilerific for the season finale of Doctor Who
Word Count: 818ish
He had no choice. No other option reared itself as he racked that vast encyclopediac knowledge of his for an answer that he knew he wouldn't find. Nothing like it had happened before--and why should it? The Time Lords never wanted anything to do with humans or other species for that matter, not even when they were assigned to watch them. He was the only one with that crazy human fascination and gall to interact and befriend them, and still, after all the years he's traveled, he'd never experienced this exact situation before.
Well, there was a time, centuries ago, when he was faced with a similar circumstance though he lacked any control in the matter, since he was being tried for a silly crime by his own people. The Time Lords were crueler back then and wiped memories from every adventure he'd had with two of his earlier companions away before they were sent home, but he felt that they didn't forget him completely. No, something of him remained in their minds, this much he was certain. He missed those two still, like he missed all his friends and companions.
Someway or another, they were always taken away from him. Some fell in love with other-worlders, and as much as it hurt to see them go, he could feel their time-lines snap back into place from when he'd plucked them up and he knew letting them go was the right then and they'd be happy. Same with those who tired of travel and simply desired to go home. Before the last great Time War, he never quite understood why they'd want to go home--after all, they did leave it for one reason or another--but now that he had no home of his own, he felt that melancholic longing for home they must've felt. No matter how his hearts ached, he always respected their decisions and did as they asked. Home they went.
She was one who gladly stated she'd be with him forever, and what could be better than traveling around with his two best friends--her and his TARDIS? However, he could not grant her wish to travel with him forever. Even now, he could see time-lines and reality-lines unwrapping themselves from hers and he knew there was no other option. Of all people, he didn't want her to end up like the handful of his companions who'd left him forever or all the people who'd sacrificed their lives to help him defeat so many of his adversaries.
If he had more time, surely he'd be able to come up with a better solution. The irony. He, a Time Lord, who had all of time and space, couldn't spare a minute more for her when he desperately wanted to give her her forever. She deserved so much more, this fantastic, special human who thought she wasn't anyone special at all and still had done the impossible.
He wanted to show her so much more; fill her limited human life with such wonders and glorious sights. He had not yet begun to show her all that the vast universe and all of time had to offer and knew she wanted to stay with him with every ounce of her dying being. And he wanted, just once, to have a companion who really would stay with him forever. Her forever, though, would end in a moment if he didn't act quickly.
They all would have to leave him in the end. This he always bitterly knew. No amount of apologizing or begging would make it all go away.
There was only one thing he could do. As he touched her temples and began hiding, suppressing, and virtually wiping away every bit of her memory dealing with him and their travels, he consoled his breaking hearts with the knowledge that she'd still be alive. Lost in her old self, but still alive. And he'd cherish those memories of their journey together for as long as he lived.
No one could ever tell her that she'd saved the universe or traveled with some bloke named the Doctor and had made his life better during the time she was with him. The old and now current her would never believe she could manage such a thing. She'd probably laugh and scoff for a moment, then continue rattling on about something silly and trivial.
One part of his mind selfishly hoped that he'd be able to restore those memories safely one day so he could have his Donna back again. Until then, their journey together was placed on indefinite hiatus and back to his TARDIS with him. The old girl could help ease the pain some--she wasn't his oldest and dearest friend for nothing, after all--but they both knew things wouldn't be quite the same. Not that life ever truly returned to normal after his companions leave, and especially not after this one's particular whirlwind jaunt through time and space with her twelve or so pieces of luggage and hat boxes.
Dunno how good this is, but I had to get it out.
Universe: Doctor Who
Genre(s): Introspection
Character(s): Tenth Doctor, Donna
Rating: G
Warnings: Highly spoilerific for the season finale of Doctor Who
Word Count: 818ish
He had no choice. No other option reared itself as he racked that vast encyclopediac knowledge of his for an answer that he knew he wouldn't find. Nothing like it had happened before--and why should it? The Time Lords never wanted anything to do with humans or other species for that matter, not even when they were assigned to watch them. He was the only one with that crazy human fascination and gall to interact and befriend them, and still, after all the years he's traveled, he'd never experienced this exact situation before.
Well, there was a time, centuries ago, when he was faced with a similar circumstance though he lacked any control in the matter, since he was being tried for a silly crime by his own people. The Time Lords were crueler back then and wiped memories from every adventure he'd had with two of his earlier companions away before they were sent home, but he felt that they didn't forget him completely. No, something of him remained in their minds, this much he was certain. He missed those two still, like he missed all his friends and companions.
Someway or another, they were always taken away from him. Some fell in love with other-worlders, and as much as it hurt to see them go, he could feel their time-lines snap back into place from when he'd plucked them up and he knew letting them go was the right then and they'd be happy. Same with those who tired of travel and simply desired to go home. Before the last great Time War, he never quite understood why they'd want to go home--after all, they did leave it for one reason or another--but now that he had no home of his own, he felt that melancholic longing for home they must've felt. No matter how his hearts ached, he always respected their decisions and did as they asked. Home they went.
She was one who gladly stated she'd be with him forever, and what could be better than traveling around with his two best friends--her and his TARDIS? However, he could not grant her wish to travel with him forever. Even now, he could see time-lines and reality-lines unwrapping themselves from hers and he knew there was no other option. Of all people, he didn't want her to end up like the handful of his companions who'd left him forever or all the people who'd sacrificed their lives to help him defeat so many of his adversaries.
If he had more time, surely he'd be able to come up with a better solution. The irony. He, a Time Lord, who had all of time and space, couldn't spare a minute more for her when he desperately wanted to give her her forever. She deserved so much more, this fantastic, special human who thought she wasn't anyone special at all and still had done the impossible.
He wanted to show her so much more; fill her limited human life with such wonders and glorious sights. He had not yet begun to show her all that the vast universe and all of time had to offer and knew she wanted to stay with him with every ounce of her dying being. And he wanted, just once, to have a companion who really would stay with him forever. Her forever, though, would end in a moment if he didn't act quickly.
They all would have to leave him in the end. This he always bitterly knew. No amount of apologizing or begging would make it all go away.
There was only one thing he could do. As he touched her temples and began hiding, suppressing, and virtually wiping away every bit of her memory dealing with him and their travels, he consoled his breaking hearts with the knowledge that she'd still be alive. Lost in her old self, but still alive. And he'd cherish those memories of their journey together for as long as he lived.
No one could ever tell her that she'd saved the universe or traveled with some bloke named the Doctor and had made his life better during the time she was with him. The old and now current her would never believe she could manage such a thing. She'd probably laugh and scoff for a moment, then continue rattling on about something silly and trivial.
One part of his mind selfishly hoped that he'd be able to restore those memories safely one day so he could have his Donna back again. Until then, their journey together was placed on indefinite hiatus and back to his TARDIS with him. The old girl could help ease the pain some--she wasn't his oldest and dearest friend for nothing, after all--but they both knew things wouldn't be quite the same. Not that life ever truly returned to normal after his companions leave, and especially not after this one's particular whirlwind jaunt through time and space with her twelve or so pieces of luggage and hat boxes.