Fic: Secrets
Title: Secrets
Fandom: Doctor Who
Author: spaciireth
Words: 306
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Angst
Prompt: 100_women's 039 "conceal"
Characters/Pairing: River Song/Eleventh Doctor
Summary: River killed the Doctor the first time she met him... and then he kept turning up.
Warnings: mentions of death
River Song had killed the man known as the Doctor the first time she met him. She felt bad for a while, but she didn’t dwell on it too long. As long as she kept from getting caught (and there was nothing to link her to his death, she’d made sure of that), she’d be fine.
It only started getting confusing when he showed up in her life again. She hadn’t been banking on that. Worse than that, he seemed to know her, and actually wanted to spend time with her. She tried to ignore it, but the niggling at the back of her mind seemed to grow stronger.
The Doctor began appearing more and more, and she found herself actually calling on him when she needed help. She tried denying it, but she knew there was no point: she was falling for him. Once, he had been a meaningless target on the other side of a war, but now, he was the man who made her laugh and looked after her when she was sick.
She hid it behind smiles and winks and make-up, but underneath, the guilt was starting to consume her.
And then, one afternoon, she realised something. She was lying on her back under a tree, and the Doctor was propped up on an elbow, looking down at her. It was early on in his timeline, but she was pleased to see he was enjoying himself. As he stroked her hair, she noticed a sad, wistful expression on his face. At first she couldn’t place it, but then it dawned on her: the reason it looked so familiar was because it betrayed the same sadness she so often felt. She wasn’t the only one who’d watched the death of the person they later came to love. He had seen her die, too.
It was strange, but she felt relieved, somehow. He’d never see it this way, of course, but she knew that it would somehow right the wrong. She’d die for him, and though it wouldn’t entirely make up for what she’d done, at least there would be some kind of retribution. And that, at least, was comforting.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Author: spaciireth
Words: 306
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Angst
Prompt: 100_women's 039 "conceal"
Characters/Pairing: River Song/Eleventh Doctor
Summary: River killed the Doctor the first time she met him... and then he kept turning up.
Warnings: mentions of death
River Song had killed the man known as the Doctor the first time she met him. She felt bad for a while, but she didn’t dwell on it too long. As long as she kept from getting caught (and there was nothing to link her to his death, she’d made sure of that), she’d be fine.
It only started getting confusing when he showed up in her life again. She hadn’t been banking on that. Worse than that, he seemed to know her, and actually wanted to spend time with her. She tried to ignore it, but the niggling at the back of her mind seemed to grow stronger.
The Doctor began appearing more and more, and she found herself actually calling on him when she needed help. She tried denying it, but she knew there was no point: she was falling for him. Once, he had been a meaningless target on the other side of a war, but now, he was the man who made her laugh and looked after her when she was sick.
She hid it behind smiles and winks and make-up, but underneath, the guilt was starting to consume her.
And then, one afternoon, she realised something. She was lying on her back under a tree, and the Doctor was propped up on an elbow, looking down at her. It was early on in his timeline, but she was pleased to see he was enjoying himself. As he stroked her hair, she noticed a sad, wistful expression on his face. At first she couldn’t place it, but then it dawned on her: the reason it looked so familiar was because it betrayed the same sadness she so often felt. She wasn’t the only one who’d watched the death of the person they later came to love. He had seen her die, too.
It was strange, but she felt relieved, somehow. He’d never see it this way, of course, but she knew that it would somehow right the wrong. She’d die for him, and though it wouldn’t entirely make up for what she’d done, at least there would be some kind of retribution. And that, at least, was comforting.