Fanfic for New Who: Need
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rose_catTitle: Need
Author: Rose Cat
Rating: G
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Donna Noble
Spoilers: New Who episodes 4.1 “Partners in Crime,” 4.2 “Fires of Pompeii”
Word Count: 995
Summary: Donna’s back. How does he feel about it?
Disclaimer: Shows and characters are not mine, I’m just playing with them.
Author’s Notes: Quotes are dialogue from episodes 4.1 and 4.2, no copyright infringement intended.
Donna wants to come with me.
I want to tell her no. I don’t want anyone. I don’t need anyone. Not after everything. (not after her) I travel alone. (now) I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. She’s grabbed my hand now, she’s pulling me along and I’m stumbling after her. That’s what I’m supposed to do! (what I used to do, with her)
Well, she’s full of surprises, I’ll give her that.
She opens the boot of her car. Bloody thing must be bigger on the inside. Suddenly I’m holding all her luggage. Blimey, but she’s pushy, isn’t she? I’d forgotten that. “Planet of the Hats, I’m ready!” Oh, but she’s hilarious. I’d forgotten that too.
“You wanna mate?!” Ooops … not quite what I meant. Oh, but the look on her face! Well, at least she doesn’t fancy me. (Why do all my companions fall in love with me now? That never used to happen.) That I definitely don’t need.
For a moment, I think she’s going to bolt right out of the TARDIS. I don’t want her to.
“Veni, vidi, vici.” I came, I saw, I conquered. Oh, yes. That’s Donna in a nutshell. Why are we in Pompeii, anyway? On volcano day, no less! What the hell does the TARDIS think she’s playing at? And now she’s translating Latin into Welsh! Oh, she thinks she’s a right laugh. She hasn’t been this playful since, oh, I don’t know. (since her)
Now Donna wants to evacuate the city. Try and save everyone. (I used to think like that, a long time ago) It just isn’t meant to be. I have to preserve the timeline. It’s my responsibility. (my curse) “… that’s the burden of the Time Lord … I’m the only one left.” She doesn’t understand. How could she?
My hands are on the lever. It’s all down to me now, literally in my hands, the lives of twenty thousand humans, or all of Earth, and the choice is clear, but the heat is like an oven and suddenly I’m back there, Gallifrey burning all around me. Two races unique in the universe, one of them my own, or all of creation. One flip of a switch and I commit genocide. My people are dying and I feel each and every one. After that, this should almost be easy, but the screams are still echoing in my head and I can’t bear it, I can’t do it again. I’m paralyzed. Then Donna’s eyes meet mine, and, by Rassilon, she understands. I don’t have to do it alone, not this time. She places her warm hands on mine and together we push the lever down.
She’s crying, and I can’t look at her. It’s over and done with and I can’t go back. I can never go back. Why can’t she see that? “Just someone … please?” I look at her, finally. I see her tears falling. Something inside me softens and melts. We go back.
“You were right. Sometimes I need someone.” Sometimes I need to see the universe through someone else’s eyes. To feel it through someone else’s heart. I’d forgotten that.
Welcome aboard, Donna.
Author: Rose Cat
Rating: G
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Donna Noble
Spoilers: New Who episodes 4.1 “Partners in Crime,” 4.2 “Fires of Pompeii”
Word Count: 995
Summary: Donna’s back. How does he feel about it?
Disclaimer: Shows and characters are not mine, I’m just playing with them.
Author’s Notes: Quotes are dialogue from episodes 4.1 and 4.2, no copyright infringement intended.
Donna wants to come with me.
I want to tell her no. I don’t want anyone. I don’t need anyone. Not after everything. (not after her) I travel alone. (now) I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. She’s grabbed my hand now, she’s pulling me along and I’m stumbling after her. That’s what I’m supposed to do! (what I used to do, with her)
Well, she’s full of surprises, I’ll give her that.
She opens the boot of her car. Bloody thing must be bigger on the inside. Suddenly I’m holding all her luggage. Blimey, but she’s pushy, isn’t she? I’d forgotten that. “Planet of the Hats, I’m ready!” Oh, but she’s hilarious. I’d forgotten that too.
“You wanna mate?!” Ooops … not quite what I meant. Oh, but the look on her face! Well, at least she doesn’t fancy me. (Why do all my companions fall in love with me now? That never used to happen.) That I definitely don’t need.
For a moment, I think she’s going to bolt right out of the TARDIS. I don’t want her to.
“Veni, vidi, vici.” I came, I saw, I conquered. Oh, yes. That’s Donna in a nutshell. Why are we in Pompeii, anyway? On volcano day, no less! What the hell does the TARDIS think she’s playing at? And now she’s translating Latin into Welsh! Oh, she thinks she’s a right laugh. She hasn’t been this playful since, oh, I don’t know. (since her)
Now Donna wants to evacuate the city. Try and save everyone. (I used to think like that, a long time ago) It just isn’t meant to be. I have to preserve the timeline. It’s my responsibility. (my curse) “… that’s the burden of the Time Lord … I’m the only one left.” She doesn’t understand. How could she?
My hands are on the lever. It’s all down to me now, literally in my hands, the lives of twenty thousand humans, or all of Earth, and the choice is clear, but the heat is like an oven and suddenly I’m back there, Gallifrey burning all around me. Two races unique in the universe, one of them my own, or all of creation. One flip of a switch and I commit genocide. My people are dying and I feel each and every one. After that, this should almost be easy, but the screams are still echoing in my head and I can’t bear it, I can’t do it again. I’m paralyzed. Then Donna’s eyes meet mine, and, by Rassilon, she understands. I don’t have to do it alone, not this time. She places her warm hands on mine and together we push the lever down.
She’s crying, and I can’t look at her. It’s over and done with and I can’t go back. I can never go back. Why can’t she see that? “Just someone … please?” I look at her, finally. I see her tears falling. Something inside me softens and melts. We go back.
“You were right. Sometimes I need someone.” Sometimes I need to see the universe through someone else’s eyes. To feel it through someone else’s heart. I’d forgotten that.
Welcome aboard, Donna.
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Date: 2008-05-15 08:44 pm (UTC)I just love that line. Very nice.
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Date: 2008-05-18 06:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-18 09:23 pm (UTC)Lucky you. ;P
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Date: 2008-05-19 08:30 am (UTC)