DW :: The Sisters [Ten || PG]

May 31, 2006 06:08

Title: The Sisters
Character/Pairing: Doctor [Ten] [and if you squint...well, not really, Ten/Rose, Ten/Reinette, and Ten/Romana]
Rating: PG
Word Count: 594
Author's Notes: Exploring the Doctor's existence metaphysically through the the women he loved. And really, I get arsty. Really artsy.


He meets Time first and she has a lovely face. It changes and he’s loves her still, is enthralled by her wise eyes and knowing smile, the way she can lead him on and cause him to not care where the journey takes him.

He runs hand in hand with Time, loves her, wants to hold her close to his heart forever, make her his. She laughs and scolds him and he submits. Time is his Mistress and he is her ever-willing slave. It is a blissful union, between man and eternity and she grants him a life just like those who have come before him, one that spans eras, and one that outlives stars. Yet still, he wants Time to love only him, to be his constant companion.

Time stays with him a while, she was with him first, and will be with him long after all others are gone, but when he tries to cling to tightly to her, she shakes her head and kisses him (he loves that kiss, longs more kisses like that, for in that kiss he sees forever) and then she turns and walks away.

He loves Time, and yet he always loses her. She was the only one who never stayed.

Pain is whom he encounters next, in many forms, each and every one so very human. He realises that she is the fragile sister, the brief flickering one, who takes comes just as easily as she goes and is something of a universal constant.

Pain always haunts him, with her pretty eyes, tinged with want and desire. She’s owns him and he submits, can’t fight her and isn’t sure if he really wants to, so consumed by her is he, and for a moment she feels good, but then she goes, just as quickly as she came. He watches Pain be born and die in the span of a day. He is once again reminded that Time was there first, even if Pain is unique in her humanity.

He wants to be part of that world that shuts him out and realises that there is Pain in loneliness. But it isn’t the Pain he knows, it’s the absence of her that causes him to truly ache.

The baby of the sisters, the one who loves to dance, and has a sense of humour that lights up her eyes and loves him the way Time never really could, is Death. She is everywhere, pretty and sassy, and he swears that he has known her before when he first meets her, though she insists to the contrary, that everything else has just been an illusion-a practise game.

Death runs with him, joins with him, is dark when he wants to be and will follow him into the places where he dare not tread alone. She is fearless, and does not claim to have never had partners before him, just claims to have never joined another like him.

He believes that Death loves him the way that her sister Time never could, and he knows that Pain doesn’t love, it lusts. Death waits, she honours, she joins and promises. Time doesn’t condemn them both, but rather waits until Death takes him (really takes him), and then shuts the door behind the both of them and throws away the key.

Pain is just a shadow, and Time dances on, switching out partners with her sister Death, but giving him back at the end of the day.

He loved all the sisters, but Death was the one who loved him best.
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