Doctor Who - Memories
Title: Memories
Written For: lastficauthor
Characters: Tenth Doctor
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 552 Words
Summary: Treasures of the mind kept in secret for eternity.
He sat alone in the depths of the TARDIS confined in a space he hadn’t entered for so long. It was forbidden territory, he’d marked it as such, yet there he stood staring at those few items that were hidden away in the darkness. It was his sanctuary. The one place he would not allow anyone else to see. The TARDIS had strict instructions to keep it hidden from any snooping companions.
With his back against the wall he stared at the wall before him. Priceless treasures were stored in carefully constructed holes, each telling their own story and each untouched since they had been placed there. Some had been there for so long he didn’t want to try and give it an exact number. His dark eyes roamed one section of the wall, recognising specific pieces.
The first book he’d ever read lay encased in glass. It had been a gift from his mother when he was just a boy, and had sparked his interest in the Human species. He’d asked countless times to visit Earth after reading that first book. He’d wanted to witness the mind that created such a brilliant adventure. But each time his father had scolded him for wanting to experience something so primitive and his mother would whisper empty promises into his ear as he cried. Promises that he would one day see Earth in all its glory, promises that he could experience anything he wanted to, and promises that he would have the greatest of adventures worthy of any child’s bookcase.
And he did.
He would have given anything to be able to tell his mother of the fascinating adventures he’d had throughout his life. She would have loved to know about the people he had met, the friends that had come and gone. And then he wouldn’t have been sitting alone in his sanctuary. They could have shared it together. She would have helped him through the times when he felt the need to lock himself away within his life size time capsule.
As it was he was alone, again. Ultimately that’s all he ever was. No matter how many different adventures he experienced, no matter how many friends he encountered to make those adventures more worthwhile, he was still very much alone. All those good times, all the fun they’d had, it was all over in the blink of an eye when considered within his lifespan. He would lose them all long before his light went out. He knew it all too well.
Sighing heavily, he pushed himself up off the floor and walked towards the newly created hole. He ran his hands over the glass box that held the newest addition to his sanctuary. It was something he held dear to him that connected him with his lost friend. Another book, to symbolise another woman who had helped him grow. It wasn’t that he always kept books, it was only the fourth he’d stored there, but it was just that this particular book made him laugh now when he remembered her. It was a brilliant and hilarious memory of an unforgettable adventure. It was something very close to his hearts that he had to keep safe.
After all it was one of the greatest Agatha Christie mysteries, and together they’d lived it.
Written For: lastficauthor
Characters: Tenth Doctor
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 552 Words
Summary: Treasures of the mind kept in secret for eternity.
He sat alone in the depths of the TARDIS confined in a space he hadn’t entered for so long. It was forbidden territory, he’d marked it as such, yet there he stood staring at those few items that were hidden away in the darkness. It was his sanctuary. The one place he would not allow anyone else to see. The TARDIS had strict instructions to keep it hidden from any snooping companions.
With his back against the wall he stared at the wall before him. Priceless treasures were stored in carefully constructed holes, each telling their own story and each untouched since they had been placed there. Some had been there for so long he didn’t want to try and give it an exact number. His dark eyes roamed one section of the wall, recognising specific pieces.
The first book he’d ever read lay encased in glass. It had been a gift from his mother when he was just a boy, and had sparked his interest in the Human species. He’d asked countless times to visit Earth after reading that first book. He’d wanted to witness the mind that created such a brilliant adventure. But each time his father had scolded him for wanting to experience something so primitive and his mother would whisper empty promises into his ear as he cried. Promises that he would one day see Earth in all its glory, promises that he could experience anything he wanted to, and promises that he would have the greatest of adventures worthy of any child’s bookcase.
And he did.
He would have given anything to be able to tell his mother of the fascinating adventures he’d had throughout his life. She would have loved to know about the people he had met, the friends that had come and gone. And then he wouldn’t have been sitting alone in his sanctuary. They could have shared it together. She would have helped him through the times when he felt the need to lock himself away within his life size time capsule.
As it was he was alone, again. Ultimately that’s all he ever was. No matter how many different adventures he experienced, no matter how many friends he encountered to make those adventures more worthwhile, he was still very much alone. All those good times, all the fun they’d had, it was all over in the blink of an eye when considered within his lifespan. He would lose them all long before his light went out. He knew it all too well.
Sighing heavily, he pushed himself up off the floor and walked towards the newly created hole. He ran his hands over the glass box that held the newest addition to his sanctuary. It was something he held dear to him that connected him with his lost friend. Another book, to symbolise another woman who had helped him grow. It wasn’t that he always kept books, it was only the fourth he’d stored there, but it was just that this particular book made him laugh now when he remembered her. It was a brilliant and hilarious memory of an unforgettable adventure. It was something very close to his hearts that he had to keep safe.
After all it was one of the greatest Agatha Christie mysteries, and together they’d lived it.