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misscamUS cancels 'mini-nuke' program
*falls over from the shock of the US government doing something she agrees with for once*
If this becomes a habit, I've got to get more pillows. Sheesh.
Eeep. I've written 4000 words of a Who fic I got the idea to while working today (figures) and I'm not even sure that's somewhere near the halfmark. I can see the story in my head and in my head it's long. Help.
Actually, if any of you got some lyrics you really like - especially if about time or singing - you can pass them on. I'm using lyrics for sections - the whole fic got a musical theme running through it. In fact, I'm calling it "Song For Rose" for now. Story's been posted. Find it here
To bribe you into doing this, I offer sneak peeks.
Time sings.
A hum at first, but it's growing, a crescendo of noise spinning inside her. It sings and she is the song and the words are in her. (...)
Her head, oh her head. Her head is the universe, a thousand universes stretching out through time. She can see them, see stars being born and stars die, planets crumble to dust, oceans dry out, civilizations and empires rise and fall, species evolving until death, children to parents to grandparents to dust. Everything dies and she's mourning it.
And the dirge is rising, and even as she feels her own tears, it's beautiful too.
II
She's not going to let him die. She would never let him as long as there was breath in her to do something, she knows.
His skin is still burning as she soaks the cloth in cold water and wipes it across his forehead. She can feel the sweat under her fingertips and he really is an illusion of human. His hand feels human in hers, the accent sounds human and Northern to her ears, and if she ever kisses him, she's sure his lips will feel human too. Only when he looks at her, does she sometimes see something beyond human in the brightness of his eyes. He knows too much to be human.
"You never told me what you're a Doctor of," she says and feels the softness of his hair against her palm as she strokes it softly. "Bringing trouble? Running for your life? Banter under fire?"
II
"How dare you! How dare you almost die! How dare you do that to me!"
"How dare you do it to me!" he counters and she wants to slap him, hit him, hug him, kiss him, hold him until there is no more time and he's safe. Even if she knows he would never be happy like that. He breathes danger and adventure and is dancing with death. All she can do is offer her hand and hope her feet is up to it.
So he just laughs, and after a moment, he joins her. It's a laugh fused with despair, but it's still a laugh.
"Look at the pair of us," she says and he grins.
"Not half bad, all things considered."
II
"The planet of Vekramon," the Doctor says behind her, slipping into his guide mode so easily. "Populated by a human related spcies known as the Vekraan. Generally considered the best-looking aliens of all time. You can kiss one of them."
"You brought me here for an alien kiss?"
"You were the one going on about never getting one."
"I was not going on about it," she protests, but is unable to return his grin. "How good-looking?"
"Nothing to me, of course," he says, folding his arms.
"Of course," she echoes, even as tempted she is to voice disagreement just to see his cute wounded look.
"Glad you agree. So, Rose Tyler, want to meet the alien kissing candidates?"
'I've already met one,' she thinks and feels his hand in hers.
II
"You're so full of it," she says and shakes her head. He gives her the wounded look again and he's so him her heart seems to sing with it. Alien or human, it doesn't matter. She's chosen him over everything else in her life and she would again in a heartbeat.
He turns slightly when he senses her slow down, worry in his eyes. "Rose?"
She takes his head in her hands, and he doesn't hinder her, just looks at her with those bright eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"What you brought me here for. I'm kissing an alien," she says softly, standing on her toes as she brings her lips to his.
II
When she tilts her head up, he's looking at her with so much intensity it feels like his gaze slams into her. They've been playing kissing games for days now, but they haven't gone this far before.
Probably partly because they've also been busy saving the Universe from hungry Cloxan feeders, she reflects, but it still feels like he's been waiting for something. Maybe he's still, despite all, waiting for her to tell him to stop, sure it will come.
She lifts her face back up to his, pressing one soft kiss against his lips, feeling his breath mingle with her.
"Come with me," she says, and takes his hand.
II
And he's kissing her, softly, so softly, like a first kiss, a last kiss. She can taste the salt of tears and thinks them his until she realises they're hers. She's crying and she's dying and living, dying and living and the TARDIS is singing...
She knows this song.
*falls over from the shock of the US government doing something she agrees with for once*
If this becomes a habit, I've got to get more pillows. Sheesh.
Eeep. I've written 4000 words of a Who fic I got the idea to while working today (figures) and I'm not even sure that's somewhere near the halfmark. I can see the story in my head and in my head it's long. Help.
To bribe you into doing this, I offer sneak peeks.
Time sings.
A hum at first, but it's growing, a crescendo of noise spinning inside her. It sings and she is the song and the words are in her. (...)
Her head, oh her head. Her head is the universe, a thousand universes stretching out through time. She can see them, see stars being born and stars die, planets crumble to dust, oceans dry out, civilizations and empires rise and fall, species evolving until death, children to parents to grandparents to dust. Everything dies and she's mourning it.
And the dirge is rising, and even as she feels her own tears, it's beautiful too.
II
She's not going to let him die. She would never let him as long as there was breath in her to do something, she knows.
His skin is still burning as she soaks the cloth in cold water and wipes it across his forehead. She can feel the sweat under her fingertips and he really is an illusion of human. His hand feels human in hers, the accent sounds human and Northern to her ears, and if she ever kisses him, she's sure his lips will feel human too. Only when he looks at her, does she sometimes see something beyond human in the brightness of his eyes. He knows too much to be human.
"You never told me what you're a Doctor of," she says and feels the softness of his hair against her palm as she strokes it softly. "Bringing trouble? Running for your life? Banter under fire?"
II
"How dare you! How dare you almost die! How dare you do that to me!"
"How dare you do it to me!" he counters and she wants to slap him, hit him, hug him, kiss him, hold him until there is no more time and he's safe. Even if she knows he would never be happy like that. He breathes danger and adventure and is dancing with death. All she can do is offer her hand and hope her feet is up to it.
So he just laughs, and after a moment, he joins her. It's a laugh fused with despair, but it's still a laugh.
"Look at the pair of us," she says and he grins.
"Not half bad, all things considered."
II
"The planet of Vekramon," the Doctor says behind her, slipping into his guide mode so easily. "Populated by a human related spcies known as the Vekraan. Generally considered the best-looking aliens of all time. You can kiss one of them."
"You brought me here for an alien kiss?"
"You were the one going on about never getting one."
"I was not going on about it," she protests, but is unable to return his grin. "How good-looking?"
"Nothing to me, of course," he says, folding his arms.
"Of course," she echoes, even as tempted she is to voice disagreement just to see his cute wounded look.
"Glad you agree. So, Rose Tyler, want to meet the alien kissing candidates?"
'I've already met one,' she thinks and feels his hand in hers.
II
"You're so full of it," she says and shakes her head. He gives her the wounded look again and he's so him her heart seems to sing with it. Alien or human, it doesn't matter. She's chosen him over everything else in her life and she would again in a heartbeat.
He turns slightly when he senses her slow down, worry in his eyes. "Rose?"
She takes his head in her hands, and he doesn't hinder her, just looks at her with those bright eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"What you brought me here for. I'm kissing an alien," she says softly, standing on her toes as she brings her lips to his.
II
When she tilts her head up, he's looking at her with so much intensity it feels like his gaze slams into her. They've been playing kissing games for days now, but they haven't gone this far before.
Probably partly because they've also been busy saving the Universe from hungry Cloxan feeders, she reflects, but it still feels like he's been waiting for something. Maybe he's still, despite all, waiting for her to tell him to stop, sure it will come.
She lifts her face back up to his, pressing one soft kiss against his lips, feeling his breath mingle with her.
"Come with me," she says, and takes his hand.
II
And he's kissing her, softly, so softly, like a first kiss, a last kiss. She can taste the salt of tears and thinks them his until she realises they're hers. She's crying and she's dying and living, dying and living and the TARDIS is singing...
She knows this song.
