Ficlet of Joy! The Joy of a Lie | Ten/Reinette | G
Written for sdwolfpup's More Joy Day. Some of these prompts turned into ficlets because, frankly, what's the point of trying to contain the joy in 100 words?
Title: The Joy of a Lie
Pairing: Ten/Reinette
Rating: G
Spoiler: Spoiler for VoTD
A/N: Written for ghoulchick and the Prompts of Joy. It technically fits your request but apparently my angst goggles are permanently affixed.
Summary: The Doctor knows it's a lie. And he really doesn't care.
It was two months since he’d wished Copper well on the outskirts of London. Two months since losing Astrid, Two months and a day since losing Martha. Too long since losing Rose, Romana, Gallifrey...
He was bloody sick of losing people.
Ignoring the warning bells ringing in his brain, he defiantly spun dials and switched levers. The TARDIS groaned in protest yet he pushed forward. He made the decision and he was going to be reckless, selfish even. Just once, just for today.
***
He crept into her bedchamber, light as a cat. He only wanted to see her. Know that for a few minutes, somewhere in time there was beauty and understanding and a presence that even he could not corrupt with his great, muddy Time Lord boots.
And before that thought had even finished formulating, he recognized it for the lie it was. Everything was corruptible, everything was susceptible and he was the golden apple with the rotten core.
He turned to go before he caused any more harm when the form in the silk-trimmed bed stirred.
“Don’t go,” she whispered.
“Reinette….”
She held out a hand, pale and ghostly in the moonlight.
He hesitated, only for a moment, before giving in with a gentle sigh. Clasping her fingers he sat on the edge of the bed.
“You came back,” she said, her lips curving into a smile.
“No,” he shook his head sadly. “I didn’t. I was too late. Once more, I was too late.”
She looked at him, struggling to understand the intricacies of time and loss and giving it all up to grasp onto the one concept she understood. Love.
Pulling him down she cradled his head, fingers stroking his hair.
“Shhhh…” she whispered. “Just lay with me. My Doctor.”
He let his eyes drift shut, sinking into sensation. Her scent, the delicate, incredibly fragile skin covering sinew and bone. He let go and let himself feel.
Even if it was a lie, it was one they could both live with. For just a little while.
Title: The Joy of a Lie
Pairing: Ten/Reinette
Rating: G
Spoiler: Spoiler for VoTD
A/N: Written for ghoulchick and the Prompts of Joy. It technically fits your request but apparently my angst goggles are permanently affixed.
Summary: The Doctor knows it's a lie. And he really doesn't care.
It was two months since he’d wished Copper well on the outskirts of London. Two months since losing Astrid, Two months and a day since losing Martha. Too long since losing Rose, Romana, Gallifrey...
He was bloody sick of losing people.
Ignoring the warning bells ringing in his brain, he defiantly spun dials and switched levers. The TARDIS groaned in protest yet he pushed forward. He made the decision and he was going to be reckless, selfish even. Just once, just for today.
***
He crept into her bedchamber, light as a cat. He only wanted to see her. Know that for a few minutes, somewhere in time there was beauty and understanding and a presence that even he could not corrupt with his great, muddy Time Lord boots.
And before that thought had even finished formulating, he recognized it for the lie it was. Everything was corruptible, everything was susceptible and he was the golden apple with the rotten core.
He turned to go before he caused any more harm when the form in the silk-trimmed bed stirred.
“Don’t go,” she whispered.
“Reinette….”
She held out a hand, pale and ghostly in the moonlight.
He hesitated, only for a moment, before giving in with a gentle sigh. Clasping her fingers he sat on the edge of the bed.
“You came back,” she said, her lips curving into a smile.
“No,” he shook his head sadly. “I didn’t. I was too late. Once more, I was too late.”
She looked at him, struggling to understand the intricacies of time and loss and giving it all up to grasp onto the one concept she understood. Love.
Pulling him down she cradled his head, fingers stroking his hair.
“Shhhh…” she whispered. “Just lay with me. My Doctor.”
He let his eyes drift shut, sinking into sensation. Her scent, the delicate, incredibly fragile skin covering sinew and bone. He let go and let himself feel.
Even if it was a lie, it was one they could both live with. For just a little while.