Don't give up (for rude_not_ginger)
"ASTRIIIID!"
It was over, she'd done it. She'd actually done something worthwhile. For him, for all those people on the planet beneath, all six billion of them, because he would save them. This will have been worthwhile, her life well spent and it only took a moment's thought, barely seconds of hesitation before she knew what she had to do.
The truck had been pulled too, she'd thought she had time, tried to get out. She'd tried to free herself, tried to jump out of the truck before it fell too, but her heel had caught, and the force of gravity as they'd toppled had jerked her. So instead of jumping out and clinging to the ledge, she'd fallen out, and there was nothing to hold on to. Nothing but blasts of scorching air as it rushed past her.
Faster and faster she seemed to plummet. She could still see him, a tiny speck of hope high above her, and the fall seemed never ending. She reached out to him in vain hope, that brilliant man who'd offered her the whole universe, a dream made tangible and now she could barely see him.
"I'm falling." Flashes of burning heat ever nearing, but never closing. It was as if somehow time itself had allowed her the chance to dream, to cling to her belief in him. How long would she fall? Why wasn't it over yet?
"I keep falling. Stop me falling Doctor."
It was never going to end, it felt like her fall would last for eternity.
"I can do anything!" Angry, the words snarled venomously with frustration. She didn't want to hear him like that. So defeated, so utterly beaten and regretful.
Wait!... She could hear him, she could actually hear him! That was his voice, she didn't imagine it did she? Was her mind playing tricks on her, was she dead, is this what happens when you die? No. No. It had to be more real than that, he'd found a way, he had to have done. He was the Doctor, and he could do anything.
She was breathless, bewildered and confused, but her heart was spilling over with hope and absolute belief in him. She was nothing but ethereal stardust, spectral, standing there in the ruined foyer of the Titanic. But when he'd kicked the teleport in temper, something had shifted, a wire here that made contact, a safety override there that had been forcefully coaxed into sparking. Not just half way there now, more than halfway, more than a ghost of consciousness. She could hear him and she answered him.
"Doctor, you can! You can do anything! Please..."
It was over, she'd done it. She'd actually done something worthwhile. For him, for all those people on the planet beneath, all six billion of them, because he would save them. This will have been worthwhile, her life well spent and it only took a moment's thought, barely seconds of hesitation before she knew what she had to do.
The truck had been pulled too, she'd thought she had time, tried to get out. She'd tried to free herself, tried to jump out of the truck before it fell too, but her heel had caught, and the force of gravity as they'd toppled had jerked her. So instead of jumping out and clinging to the ledge, she'd fallen out, and there was nothing to hold on to. Nothing but blasts of scorching air as it rushed past her.
Faster and faster she seemed to plummet. She could still see him, a tiny speck of hope high above her, and the fall seemed never ending. She reached out to him in vain hope, that brilliant man who'd offered her the whole universe, a dream made tangible and now she could barely see him.
"I'm falling." Flashes of burning heat ever nearing, but never closing. It was as if somehow time itself had allowed her the chance to dream, to cling to her belief in him. How long would she fall? Why wasn't it over yet?
"I keep falling. Stop me falling Doctor."
It was never going to end, it felt like her fall would last for eternity.
"I can do anything!" Angry, the words snarled venomously with frustration. She didn't want to hear him like that. So defeated, so utterly beaten and regretful.
Wait!... She could hear him, she could actually hear him! That was his voice, she didn't imagine it did she? Was her mind playing tricks on her, was she dead, is this what happens when you die? No. No. It had to be more real than that, he'd found a way, he had to have done. He was the Doctor, and he could do anything.
She was breathless, bewildered and confused, but her heart was spilling over with hope and absolute belief in him. She was nothing but ethereal stardust, spectral, standing there in the ruined foyer of the Titanic. But when he'd kicked the teleport in temper, something had shifted, a wire here that made contact, a safety override there that had been forcefully coaxed into sparking. Not just half way there now, more than halfway, more than a ghost of consciousness. She could hear him and she answered him.
"Doctor, you can! You can do anything! Please..."