A Little Who Ficlet
Here's another little Who ficlet that I wrote for fan-flashworks. The prompt was "anywhere but here," so, really, I think this was inevitable.
Title: Home Is the Place That's There for You to Leave
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: G
Length: 175 words
Content Notes: No warnings apply
Author Notes: Give me a prompt and tell me to write anything in any fandom, and apparently this is where my mind keeps going.
Summary: The Doctor and Gallifrey
Home Is the Place That's There for You to Leave
He is utterly tired of it all. Tired of the rules and regulations, tired of the non-interference policies, tired of authority figures who may look younger than him, but are nothing but dried-up old fossils with no spirit left in them at all.
"Where are we going, Grandfather?" Susan looks up at him, her eyes shining with excitement.
"Where? Where? Why, anywhere at all, child! Indeed, you could say we're going everywhere!" His fingers dance over the controls of his newly acquired TARDIS, and coordinates spin and shift in endless combinations. He lets out a chuckle. "Do you know," he says, "I almost don't care if we never see that place again!"
**
Eight lifetimes later, he pushes a button, and Gallifrey disappears. The navigation system of his TARDIS flashes at him, "INPUT COORDINATES," and his hand moves automatically to rest on the controls, but he cannot take his eyes from the empty place where now nothing ever was.
He has all of time and space to travel. And suddenly there's nowhere else he wants to be.
Title: Home Is the Place That's There for You to Leave
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: G
Length: 175 words
Content Notes: No warnings apply
Author Notes: Give me a prompt and tell me to write anything in any fandom, and apparently this is where my mind keeps going.
Summary: The Doctor and Gallifrey
Home Is the Place That's There for You to Leave
He is utterly tired of it all. Tired of the rules and regulations, tired of the non-interference policies, tired of authority figures who may look younger than him, but are nothing but dried-up old fossils with no spirit left in them at all.
"Where are we going, Grandfather?" Susan looks up at him, her eyes shining with excitement.
"Where? Where? Why, anywhere at all, child! Indeed, you could say we're going everywhere!" His fingers dance over the controls of his newly acquired TARDIS, and coordinates spin and shift in endless combinations. He lets out a chuckle. "Do you know," he says, "I almost don't care if we never see that place again!"
**
Eight lifetimes later, he pushes a button, and Gallifrey disappears. The navigation system of his TARDIS flashes at him, "INPUT COORDINATES," and his hand moves automatically to rest on the controls, but he cannot take his eyes from the empty place where now nothing ever was.
He has all of time and space to travel. And suddenly there's nowhere else he wants to be.