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preserved_ginger) wrote2009-01-04 08:43 pm
Shed No Tear
Rating: PG
Character(s): The Tenth Doctor
Pairing: Ten/Rose
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glory_jeanSpoilers: Turn Left, technically.
Warnings: Character Death
Notes: The title and the quote at the beginning of this fic are from Faery Songs by John Keats.
Summary: He can’t breathe.
The flower will bloom another year.
He discovers his respiratory bypass isn’t helping, and realises that he – well, this body, at least – is dying.
He’s not alone – somebody’s holding him. Smoothing back his hair, telling him not to panic. Telling him that “everything’s gonna be all right”.
His grasp on reality is growing increasingly slender, but that voice and its inflection — no, he’s hallucinating. He has to be, that voice belongs to someone lost to a parallel world for a hundred years and more.
He can feel the energy coursing through him, knows that the peace of the healing fire of regeneration cannot be far away. Just before he loses consciousness, he feels a hand slide into his – a hand that his was born to fit – and thread its fingers through his in a gesture so familiar he could weep at it. He clutches convulsively at it. It cannot be, he knows it cannot be.
He is almost past all conscious thought, the flame ripples just beneath the skin. And yet, despite the fact there is no hope, still he chooses to believe. He gasps and stutters over his words, wanting desperately for her to hear them.
He’s waited centuries for this chance.
“Rose? Rose, is that you? I ... I’m sorry. I’m so, so sor—”
And the all-consuming flame finally takes hold. The woman who has been holding him stays long enough to see the living roman candle burn out, and the new Doctor appear like a phoenix from the ashes of the old, before walking away several steps and then simply vanishing into thin air ...
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That's a lovely idea!
Isn’t it just ;)
(Love the icon, by the way)
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It's beautiful, isn't it?
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Here's another one :)
Ten looks lovely in that one (and I’m even quite liking Jack in it, which doesn’t happen all that often.)
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Oh, now that's depressing.
He’s dying — it’s not gonna be a particularly happy scene, now, is it? ;)
Is this the Turn Left Rose wandering too far into the Doctor's personal future while trying to contact his Donna-accompanied self?
That’s what I was aiming for, yes. The fact you’re mentioning it suggests it worked.