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Challenge response: Doctor Who

Title: Dry Eyed
Author: shaviva
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Minor, The Doctor's Wife, Forest of the Dead
Characters: Eleventh Doctor, River Song
Word count: 450
Author's Note: Written for the prompt 'Dry' on  who_contest
Summary: Time Lords didn't cry ... they didn't.  But, just suppose they did?  What then?


Dry Eyed

A Time Lord didn’t cry.  The Doctor had been tested enough to be assured of that basic fact.   Tested as no one should be; by events and by the truth of his existence.  He never aged – he changed repeatedly, forced to watch as time took from him everyone he’d ever cared for.

He’d never cried, not through any of it.  Not even when he’d been forced to unleash The Moment that spelled the destruction of his planet, his people.  He’d been numb … for days uncounted while the TARDIS took him to places and situations and people in an effort to bring him back to her.  Seeing his old girl alive was as close as he’d come to losing his control … talking to her had been gloriously cruel.  His one constant … within reach and then ripped away forever.

The towers sang...and you cried.

The words were like an echo at the back of his mind that grew in volume the further from the events in the Library he got.   The more he got to know River Song, the closer she got to her fate.  Sometimes those words were deafening.

“What are you thinking about?”

The Doctor looked up to see River herself.

“You,” he replied simply.

“Not this me, or you’d be looking much happier,” she teased, moving to sit beside him.  Above, the central column pulsed with light as the TARDIS flew them through space and time.

“No, not this you,” he agreed.  He reached for her hand, absently running his thumb across the surface as he pushed away his maudlin thoughts.  He, more than anyone, knew to appreciate what he had in the here and now.

She turned her hand over, her palm inviting him to press a kiss there.  When he did, she shivered, so responsive, so welcome a distraction.  Standing abruptly, the Doctor reached down and pulled River to her feet and smoothly into him, his arms wrapping around her tightly.

“Whatever it is sweetie, you’ll find a way to work it out,” she murmured.

He’d never wanted to ignore the spoiler warnings more – to blurt out that he could, but for the fact that she’d made him promise not to.

What was a promise like that anyway?  She’d already driven him to go places he’d never wanted to go again.  He loved her … he’d married her … sometimes he couldn’t think without her.  If she was really going to drive him to tears one day then they were talking a whole new ball game.

He was the Doctor … he made the rules.  She’d just have to forgive him … because he wouldn’t forgive himself this time, if he let her die.


( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 21st, 2012 07:26 am (UTC)
Oh, poor Eleven contemplating the bleak future. Such a nice contemplative piece
Sep. 22nd, 2012 10:54 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm kind of new to Doctor Who and the more I think about him the more I feel that he's one of the saddest characters ever created. Poor Eleven indeed :)
Sep. 21st, 2012 02:03 pm (UTC)
Oh, honey...ohhh, this is --


*Tries to not cry FOR him*

Sep. 22nd, 2012 10:55 am (UTC)
Aww ... it is a bit sad with him knowing the end for River right from the beginning ... I'm still hoping he can fix it somehow. Thanks for your comment :)
Sep. 21st, 2012 04:44 pm (UTC)
Wow... so much feeling about the future, yet you kept us in the present. Amazing. :)
Sep. 22nd, 2012 10:57 am (UTC)
*grins* thanks Bay - you know how sad I think the whole River/Doctor thing is. I can 'fix' it in fanfic land but I'd really love it if they fixed it for real (well, in the show, which isn't real ... as such ... yes, pretty sure it's not real *winks*)
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