Coming Home
This is another one I won't be linking to a comm as I'm not sure if there will be a sequel or not. Right now I don't plan on one. But you never know.
If you've seen Broadchurch, you'll remember the cliffs. Those are the ones I modeled the cliffs in this fic after. I don't own Broadchurch or the cliffs.
This is a post JE fic.
As always I don't own Ten, Donna, Ten II, Jack, Wilf, Sylvia, Martha, Mickey, Sarah Jane, or Doctor Who. The BBC does. Please read and enjoy...
The Doctor stared at the ornate boxes on the floor of his console room. They sat on one side while he stood on the other. There were other people behind him, watching and waiting. Wondering what this wandering star man, was thinking. What he would be doing. What they should be getting started on, but he wouldn’t let them approach the boxes.
One was a deep purple box, polished to a shine, and on the sides, under a shellac type of material, ethereal writing covered the top in a shimmery golden color. They didn’t know what it said; the Doctor wouldn’t tell them. But they knew it was Gallifreyan, and it was meant to honor the contents of the box. The top of the box was open, with a stasis field to prevent decay. Inside lay the body of the Most Important Woman in All of Creation. The DoctorDonna. She lay in the purple toga from Pompeii, her eyes closed, her red hair brushed out and left natural to frame her face. In her hands were alien flowers, and they rested on her stomach.
The other box was the same, only a deep blue in color, and inside it lay the body of the Duplicate Doctor. Still in his blue suit, his eyes closed, and his hands crossed over his stomach. The Doctor had given him the name of Geoffrey after Donna’s father.
The Doctor heard a throat clear behind him, and a hand light on his shoulder. “It’s time,” a voice murmured, and the Doctor reached to touch Jack’s hand. He nodded and moved forward. He pulled out his sonic and activated the anti-grav lifts on each of the coffins four corners. Moving to the side of Donna’s coffin, he stood and waited as her grandfather moved to the other side. Jack and Mickey did the same with Geoffrey’s.
They left the TARDIS, guiding the coffins up a small hill to the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea in the pre-dawn hours of morning. Sylvia, Martha, and Sarah Jane; Donna’s family and the remaining Children of Time, walked behind them. When the coffins were six feet from the edge of the cliff, they stopped. Wilf, Jack and Mickey stepped back, and the Doctor deactivated the lifts. The coffins gently settled to the ground. The Doctor placed two small round objects on the edge of the stasis fields one on each coffin. These were perception filters that had a timer set on them to activate once the TARDIS had dematerialized.
The Doctor turned around and still standing between the coffins, faced the others and closing his eyes, began speaking in his own language. His voice was soft and musical as he went through the Gallifreyan funeral rights. When he was finished, he placed one hand on Donna’s coffin, and one on Geoffrey’s. It was then that they all heard strains of music coming from the TARDIS. The Doctor recognized the Song of the Ood, and it was then that the Doctor lost what little composure he had, and he fell to the ground and wept.
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When they had all gone back into the TARDIS, and the timeship had dematerialized, the perception filters set themselves and to anyone happening by, it would have looked like there were two rectangular blocks of rock on the cliff edge. But if they’d looked closer, it would have appeared that the rocks were glowing faintly gold.
If you've seen Broadchurch, you'll remember the cliffs. Those are the ones I modeled the cliffs in this fic after. I don't own Broadchurch or the cliffs.
This is a post JE fic.
As always I don't own Ten, Donna, Ten II, Jack, Wilf, Sylvia, Martha, Mickey, Sarah Jane, or Doctor Who. The BBC does. Please read and enjoy...
The Doctor stared at the ornate boxes on the floor of his console room. They sat on one side while he stood on the other. There were other people behind him, watching and waiting. Wondering what this wandering star man, was thinking. What he would be doing. What they should be getting started on, but he wouldn’t let them approach the boxes.
One was a deep purple box, polished to a shine, and on the sides, under a shellac type of material, ethereal writing covered the top in a shimmery golden color. They didn’t know what it said; the Doctor wouldn’t tell them. But they knew it was Gallifreyan, and it was meant to honor the contents of the box. The top of the box was open, with a stasis field to prevent decay. Inside lay the body of the Most Important Woman in All of Creation. The DoctorDonna. She lay in the purple toga from Pompeii, her eyes closed, her red hair brushed out and left natural to frame her face. In her hands were alien flowers, and they rested on her stomach.
The other box was the same, only a deep blue in color, and inside it lay the body of the Duplicate Doctor. Still in his blue suit, his eyes closed, and his hands crossed over his stomach. The Doctor had given him the name of Geoffrey after Donna’s father.
The Doctor heard a throat clear behind him, and a hand light on his shoulder. “It’s time,” a voice murmured, and the Doctor reached to touch Jack’s hand. He nodded and moved forward. He pulled out his sonic and activated the anti-grav lifts on each of the coffins four corners. Moving to the side of Donna’s coffin, he stood and waited as her grandfather moved to the other side. Jack and Mickey did the same with Geoffrey’s.
They left the TARDIS, guiding the coffins up a small hill to the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea in the pre-dawn hours of morning. Sylvia, Martha, and Sarah Jane; Donna’s family and the remaining Children of Time, walked behind them. When the coffins were six feet from the edge of the cliff, they stopped. Wilf, Jack and Mickey stepped back, and the Doctor deactivated the lifts. The coffins gently settled to the ground. The Doctor placed two small round objects on the edge of the stasis fields one on each coffin. These were perception filters that had a timer set on them to activate once the TARDIS had dematerialized.
The Doctor turned around and still standing between the coffins, faced the others and closing his eyes, began speaking in his own language. His voice was soft and musical as he went through the Gallifreyan funeral rights. When he was finished, he placed one hand on Donna’s coffin, and one on Geoffrey’s. It was then that they all heard strains of music coming from the TARDIS. The Doctor recognized the Song of the Ood, and it was then that the Doctor lost what little composure he had, and he fell to the ground and wept.
~*~*~*~*~
When they had all gone back into the TARDIS, and the timeship had dematerialized, the perception filters set themselves and to anyone happening by, it would have looked like there were two rectangular blocks of rock on the cliff edge. But if they’d looked closer, it would have appeared that the rocks were glowing faintly gold.