The Fire In Which We Burn

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Title: The Fire In Which We Burn
Rating: PG
Setting: The gap between The Runaway Bride and Smith & Jones
Character(s): Ten
Pairing(s): Ten/Rose
Spoilers: None whatever, assuming you know (and who doesn’t?) what happens in Doomsday.
A/N: For the purposes of this, an unstated (but large) amount of time has passed since the beach scene from Doomsday. I have borrowed a concept or two from The Shakespeare Code, and the title and the quote at the beginning of the fic are both from Calmly We Walk Through This April’s Day by Delmore Schwartz.
Summary: Time passes.

Time is the fire in which we burn.

Time passed, even for a Time Lord.

Days melted into weeks, then months, then years; on and on, until time beyond the reckoning of it separated him from her. The image of her standing on that desolate Norwegian beach refused to leave him, however, as did the echo of the last words she had said to him.

She knew, didn’t she? She had to.

But he had left it too late to tell her. Words held so much power, and he had not said it.

The irony of a Time Lord having run out of time had not escaped him.

Comments

[bananasandroses.livejournal.com]

Excellent!

(Cheers for the info)