Fic: Unforeseeable Ways 1/1, PG
"The Day of The Doctor" fic. Sort of. And after eight years, my first Ninefic. Go figure. (Also, some influence from Seven. Blame that on "The Five(ish) Doctors Reboot.")
Title: "Unforseeable Ways"
Author: HawkMoth
Word Count: 218
Rated: PG
Cgaracters: Ninth Doctor
Spoilers: Series 1, 50th Anniversary Special
Summary: Every decision rebounds.
No archiving, please. (c) HawkMoth, 11/24/2013. Comments appreciated!
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"Unforeseeable Ways"
by HawkMoth
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Nightmares are there through all his waking hours. He can't forget the past and yet he's still condemned to relive it.
But in sleep there are actual dreams, which are filled with light, distant laughter and hope. (And how odd that he awakens with the sound of the TARDIS landing in his ears, even when she's in full flight.) The dreams should drive him mad, to see the past unmade and Gallifrey full of life, but they fade quickly in the face of his waking reality, flame and smoke and numbers without end.
He runs, and they're still there. He searches for distractions, but he can't forget.
And then one day, there comes a moment--
Everybody lives, Rose! Just this once! Everybody lives!
--and suddenly he sees her, but not her, full of joy, and triumph, and so is he, but not for London, not for the Earth; for something somewhere else and it means so much more--
Then that moment is gone, replaced by another. But the joy does not fade, and behind it he can feel hope again...though for what he cannot say.
And in the days and years that follow, for no good reason he will suddenly think about sugar in tea, ripples in water and echoes in Time...
But only for a moment.
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Title: "Unforseeable Ways"
Author: HawkMoth
Word Count: 218
Rated: PG
Cgaracters: Ninth Doctor
Spoilers: Series 1, 50th Anniversary Special
Summary: Every decision rebounds.
No archiving, please. (c) HawkMoth, 11/24/2013. Comments appreciated!
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"Unforeseeable Ways"
by HawkMoth
******
Nightmares are there through all his waking hours. He can't forget the past and yet he's still condemned to relive it.
But in sleep there are actual dreams, which are filled with light, distant laughter and hope. (And how odd that he awakens with the sound of the TARDIS landing in his ears, even when she's in full flight.) The dreams should drive him mad, to see the past unmade and Gallifrey full of life, but they fade quickly in the face of his waking reality, flame and smoke and numbers without end.
He runs, and they're still there. He searches for distractions, but he can't forget.
And then one day, there comes a moment--
Everybody lives, Rose! Just this once! Everybody lives!
--and suddenly he sees her, but not her, full of joy, and triumph, and so is he, but not for London, not for the Earth; for something somewhere else and it means so much more--
Then that moment is gone, replaced by another. But the joy does not fade, and behind it he can feel hope again...though for what he cannot say.
And in the days and years that follow, for no good reason he will suddenly think about sugar in tea, ripples in water and echoes in Time...
But only for a moment.
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