Fic: One Last Kiss Before the World Ends
Title: One Last Kiss Before the World Ends
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Nine, Romana III
Pairing: Nine/Romana
Summary: On the last night of the Time War, the Doctor shares a moment with an old companion. Written for a challege at who_contest.
He found her in a medical tent.
She was off to the side, clutching her side, and he could make out blood seeping through despite her applying pressure to the wound. He let out a relieved sigh; he had been so afraid that she would already be dead before they could have this last conversation. Though guilt stabbed at him for doing so as he surveyed those around him; the dead were littered all around on cots, but he could see that some were still hanging on to dear life as the never-ending battle raged outside.
The Time Lords were not so easily defeated.
It broke his hearts watching them, knowing that their sacrifices were in vain, because he had decided to use the Moment.
He pushed down the sadness and guilt, a habit he was quite good at, and focused solely on her. She looked his way at his approach and smiled ruefully, “Hello, Doctor.”
“Romana.” This had all been so much easier in his head. “I-“
“Have you decided then?”
He nodded.
“When?”
“Tomorrow.”
She nodded, wincing. Her hand had pressed harder down on her side since their conversation had started and she looked very pale. He reached out a hand, to do what he didn’t know, but she leaned away when his fingers were merely inches away from her.
She smiled again, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“I’ll be there with you tomorrow then with my TARDIS. You’ll need a distraction.”
He couldn’t help himself as he blurted out, “You could come with me.”
I don’t want to be the last Time Lord. The plea hung between them, unspoken.
She closed her eyes and said, “You know that isn’t possible. If I don’t provide a distraction you won’t have time to use the Moment and we both know that this needs to end.”
“We could find someone else.”
“Someone else would botch it up..”
He laughed despite himself; this new regeneration of hers had been a bit more arrogant and blunt than the last and it had taken him a few days to get used to her again. It was too bad that she would only have had a few months out of it.
He made up his mind.
He leaned into her slowly, doing his best not to accidently press up against her wound, and drew her in for a kiss. He half-expected that she would pull away, she had always been a bit more traditional than him, but she kissed back forcibly.
It was their first and last kiss and it was fantastic.
Finally, he pulled back and stared at her mournfully; he hated that he hadn’t done this sooner, hated that this would be the only time he could do this. Tomorrow she would be dead, their planet would be destroyed, and he would be the last Time Lord in existence.
He managed to get out:
“I wish we had more time.”
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Nine, Romana III
Pairing: Nine/Romana
Summary: On the last night of the Time War, the Doctor shares a moment with an old companion. Written for a challege at who_contest.
He found her in a medical tent.
She was off to the side, clutching her side, and he could make out blood seeping through despite her applying pressure to the wound. He let out a relieved sigh; he had been so afraid that she would already be dead before they could have this last conversation. Though guilt stabbed at him for doing so as he surveyed those around him; the dead were littered all around on cots, but he could see that some were still hanging on to dear life as the never-ending battle raged outside.
The Time Lords were not so easily defeated.
It broke his hearts watching them, knowing that their sacrifices were in vain, because he had decided to use the Moment.
He pushed down the sadness and guilt, a habit he was quite good at, and focused solely on her. She looked his way at his approach and smiled ruefully, “Hello, Doctor.”
“Romana.” This had all been so much easier in his head. “I-“
“Have you decided then?”
He nodded.
“When?”
“Tomorrow.”
She nodded, wincing. Her hand had pressed harder down on her side since their conversation had started and she looked very pale. He reached out a hand, to do what he didn’t know, but she leaned away when his fingers were merely inches away from her.
She smiled again, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“I’ll be there with you tomorrow then with my TARDIS. You’ll need a distraction.”
He couldn’t help himself as he blurted out, “You could come with me.”
I don’t want to be the last Time Lord. The plea hung between them, unspoken.
She closed her eyes and said, “You know that isn’t possible. If I don’t provide a distraction you won’t have time to use the Moment and we both know that this needs to end.”
“We could find someone else.”
“Someone else would botch it up..”
He laughed despite himself; this new regeneration of hers had been a bit more arrogant and blunt than the last and it had taken him a few days to get used to her again. It was too bad that she would only have had a few months out of it.
He made up his mind.
He leaned into her slowly, doing his best not to accidently press up against her wound, and drew her in for a kiss. He half-expected that she would pull away, she had always been a bit more traditional than him, but she kissed back forcibly.
It was their first and last kiss and it was fantastic.
Finally, he pulled back and stared at her mournfully; he hated that he hadn’t done this sooner, hated that this would be the only time he could do this. Tomorrow she would be dead, their planet would be destroyed, and he would be the last Time Lord in existence.
He managed to get out:
“I wish we had more time.”