DOOMSDAY CODA...Dr. Who S2 SPOILERS...
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rabid1stLET ME REPEAT THAT...SPOILERS...TO THE VERY END...
Everybody is doing one of these...this is mine. I'm sure I am adding nothing new to the abundance...but hey, storytellers have a sort of compulsion...
DOOMSDAY CODA
By Rabid1st
Rating: PG
Spoilers: S2 – Doomsday
Un-betaed
Summary: Some stories just aren’t finished and you can’t leave them like that.
Disclaimer: You don’t need a disclaimer if the people in charge don’t finish the story.
On one side of the void it took 328 years and five regenerations. On the other side it took about 37 seconds. Jackie and Mickey heard it first. They were both so used to listening for it, responding to it like Pavlov’s Dogs. For Rose it was part of the background noise of her life. She tuned it out. Her first indication of something happening was her mother stiffening in her arms.
Jackie pulled back and looked beyond Rose. Looking over her mother’s shoulder, Rose saw Mickey running toward them, pointing and yelling. And then she heard it. Behind her, she heard the grating groan of it over the shushing of the surf and the erratic hammering of the wind on her ear drums. The TARDIS. She whipped around to see it arrive.
It materialized on the same spot where he’d just been standing. Unlike him, it didn’t just seem solid. It was solid, real. It sank into the sand. A wave splashed up its blue paneled side. Rose gave a little strangled cry. Jackie clutched at her, a final desperate plea but to no avail. The door opened and he stepped out. Hands in pockets, broad smile fixed on his face, he took a long breath of sea air and waited for her to come to him. Rose tore free of her mother’s arms and ran for his.
He looked the same. He looked exactly the same. And that hadn’t been easy to do. None of it had been easy to do. Not reinventing the Arc of Infinity from rumors, his vague memories of school lectures and scraps of ancient texts. Not restoring the Time Lords one at a time, starting with his dear friend, Romana, and ending with his worst enemy, the Master. Not bargaining his way into permanent exile. But the truth was. When it came right down to it. He hated being interrupted.
“As I was saying,” he said when Rose got within range. “Rose Tyler, I…”
She interrupted him, of course.
But he didn’t really mind. They had time now. Time enough for him to catch her, hold her and sweep her around in three and a half giddy circles. Time enough to endure her shower of kisses and to revel in the happy groan she always gave when he squeezed her. They even had time for the little things like setting her away at arms’ length and studying her tear-streaked, mascara-smeared face.
She looked exactly the same. Felt exactly the same. Exactly as he remembered. And that he knew was the most amazing miracle of them all.
Memories paled, dimmed. But for 328 years, through five regenerations he’d held onto this. The feel of her in his arms. This image. Her beautifully plain face turned toward his. The memory of her had endured through countless encounters with other companions, beautiful women, captivating men and enchanting alien seductresses. The pain of this loss never lessened. The light in her eyes never faded.
This was the woman he loved. And he’d finally come home to her.
He cupped her face in his hands and drew her into a long, deep kiss…a kiss full of promises, full of sunrises they would share together and children they would have.
And then as they melted apart, he took a deep breath and said…”Rose Tyler, I…” He choked on the power of it, trembled from the wash of it through his soul and broke off unable to go on. He couldn’t believe it. He’d come so far. Waited so very long to finish his thought. Tears veiled his view of her, almost as if she was fading away again. He took another shuddering breath and looked to her for help.
“You love me, yeah?” She said in an offhand way.
Still gently weeping he beamed and nodded happy agreement before burying his face in the curve of her throat. In the welcoming warmth of her arms, he whispered the words over and over into her ear.
THE END
Everybody is doing one of these...this is mine. I'm sure I am adding nothing new to the abundance...but hey, storytellers have a sort of compulsion...
DOOMSDAY CODA
By Rabid1st
Rating: PG
Spoilers: S2 – Doomsday
Un-betaed
Summary: Some stories just aren’t finished and you can’t leave them like that.
Disclaimer: You don’t need a disclaimer if the people in charge don’t finish the story.
On one side of the void it took 328 years and five regenerations. On the other side it took about 37 seconds. Jackie and Mickey heard it first. They were both so used to listening for it, responding to it like Pavlov’s Dogs. For Rose it was part of the background noise of her life. She tuned it out. Her first indication of something happening was her mother stiffening in her arms.
Jackie pulled back and looked beyond Rose. Looking over her mother’s shoulder, Rose saw Mickey running toward them, pointing and yelling. And then she heard it. Behind her, she heard the grating groan of it over the shushing of the surf and the erratic hammering of the wind on her ear drums. The TARDIS. She whipped around to see it arrive.
It materialized on the same spot where he’d just been standing. Unlike him, it didn’t just seem solid. It was solid, real. It sank into the sand. A wave splashed up its blue paneled side. Rose gave a little strangled cry. Jackie clutched at her, a final desperate plea but to no avail. The door opened and he stepped out. Hands in pockets, broad smile fixed on his face, he took a long breath of sea air and waited for her to come to him. Rose tore free of her mother’s arms and ran for his.
He looked the same. He looked exactly the same. And that hadn’t been easy to do. None of it had been easy to do. Not reinventing the Arc of Infinity from rumors, his vague memories of school lectures and scraps of ancient texts. Not restoring the Time Lords one at a time, starting with his dear friend, Romana, and ending with his worst enemy, the Master. Not bargaining his way into permanent exile. But the truth was. When it came right down to it. He hated being interrupted.
“As I was saying,” he said when Rose got within range. “Rose Tyler, I…”
She interrupted him, of course.
But he didn’t really mind. They had time now. Time enough for him to catch her, hold her and sweep her around in three and a half giddy circles. Time enough to endure her shower of kisses and to revel in the happy groan she always gave when he squeezed her. They even had time for the little things like setting her away at arms’ length and studying her tear-streaked, mascara-smeared face.
She looked exactly the same. Felt exactly the same. Exactly as he remembered. And that he knew was the most amazing miracle of them all.
Memories paled, dimmed. But for 328 years, through five regenerations he’d held onto this. The feel of her in his arms. This image. Her beautifully plain face turned toward his. The memory of her had endured through countless encounters with other companions, beautiful women, captivating men and enchanting alien seductresses. The pain of this loss never lessened. The light in her eyes never faded.
This was the woman he loved. And he’d finally come home to her.
He cupped her face in his hands and drew her into a long, deep kiss…a kiss full of promises, full of sunrises they would share together and children they would have.
And then as they melted apart, he took a deep breath and said…”Rose Tyler, I…” He choked on the power of it, trembled from the wash of it through his soul and broke off unable to go on. He couldn’t believe it. He’d come so far. Waited so very long to finish his thought. Tears veiled his view of her, almost as if she was fading away again. He took another shuddering breath and looked to her for help.
“You love me, yeah?” She said in an offhand way.
Still gently weeping he beamed and nodded happy agreement before burying his face in the curve of her throat. In the welcoming warmth of her arms, he whispered the words over and over into her ear.
THE END