A Taste of That Splendor (Doctor Who ficlet) - 1/1
Title: A Taste of That Splendor
Author: Sue DeNimme
Characters/Pairing: Sarah Jane, The Doctor
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Word count: 247
Summary: Sarah Jane's last dream. (Character death)
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and its characters belong to the BBC. No copyrights were harmed in the making of this fanfic.
Her last dream is of a man.
A man of ruffles, velvet, and cravats. Wise eyes, a beak of a nose, a mane of silver hair. His face is all crinkles when he smiles. He tells her that where there is life, there is... and then he says no more.
A man of teeth and curls and scarf, a yo-yo in one hand and a crumpled bag of jelly babies in the other. She still hears his voice sometimes, deep and velvety. He tells her not to forget him.
A man of pinstripes and trainers and a long, long coat. Handsome and slender, quicksilver energy, lightning grins, fierce hugs, and sad eyes. He says nothing but lifts a hand in farewell.
A man of tweed and bow ties. Granite jaw, floppy hair, ridiculously young face. Hands always in motion, speaking in blurs. He laughs and points at her in a "gotcha!" sort of way.
He has other faces, she knows. She has even seen a few of them. She imagines that they are all here now. Or maybe she's not imagining it. Maybe they're really here. She can't tell any more. But just in case, she thanks him. All of him, but especially those four. The first face she said hello to, and the first face she said goodbye to. The first face she met again, and the last face she will ever see.
She wonders if the universe will shiver for him.
~end
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Author: Sue DeNimme
Characters/Pairing: Sarah Jane, The Doctor
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Word count: 247
Summary: Sarah Jane's last dream. (Character death)
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and its characters belong to the BBC. No copyrights were harmed in the making of this fanfic.
Her last dream is of a man.
A man of ruffles, velvet, and cravats. Wise eyes, a beak of a nose, a mane of silver hair. His face is all crinkles when he smiles. He tells her that where there is life, there is... and then he says no more.
A man of teeth and curls and scarf, a yo-yo in one hand and a crumpled bag of jelly babies in the other. She still hears his voice sometimes, deep and velvety. He tells her not to forget him.
A man of pinstripes and trainers and a long, long coat. Handsome and slender, quicksilver energy, lightning grins, fierce hugs, and sad eyes. He says nothing but lifts a hand in farewell.
A man of tweed and bow ties. Granite jaw, floppy hair, ridiculously young face. Hands always in motion, speaking in blurs. He laughs and points at her in a "gotcha!" sort of way.
He has other faces, she knows. She has even seen a few of them. She imagines that they are all here now. Or maybe she's not imagining it. Maybe they're really here. She can't tell any more. But just in case, she thanks him. All of him, but especially those four. The first face she said hello to, and the first face she said goodbye to. The first face she met again, and the last face she will ever see.
She wonders if the universe will shiver for him.
~end
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