Drabble: The Last Strain
The latest in the "drabble based on your default icon" fad.
Write a drabble (100 words exactly) based on your current default icon. No changing it! Just write it as it comes; no beta-reading or mulling over. Any fandom or no fandom at all.
Summary: The Doctor is on a mission.
Spoilers: Post-Doomsday. Do not read if you haven't seen it and don't want a spoiler.
Era: Tenth Doctor
The dials and levers seemed to operate on their own, though he could see his own hands moving them. Forward, he and his TARDIS went. Ever forward now. Not forever, but for now. Soon, he'd find it. Then he'd be able to move on.
He emerged, bleary-eyed, unsure how many times he'd done this. He found an expert and nearly cried when he heard the words.
"Roses? They're gone, didn't you know? Last strain died out years ago."
He walked back very deliberately, drinking in this world that understood his pain. This world that had also lost its Rose.
Write a drabble (100 words exactly) based on your current default icon. No changing it! Just write it as it comes; no beta-reading or mulling over. Any fandom or no fandom at all.
Summary: The Doctor is on a mission.
Spoilers: Post-Doomsday. Do not read if you haven't seen it and don't want a spoiler.
Era: Tenth Doctor
The dials and levers seemed to operate on their own, though he could see his own hands moving them. Forward, he and his TARDIS went. Ever forward now. Not forever, but for now. Soon, he'd find it. Then he'd be able to move on.
He emerged, bleary-eyed, unsure how many times he'd done this. He found an expert and nearly cried when he heard the words.
"Roses? They're gone, didn't you know? Last strain died out years ago."
He walked back very deliberately, drinking in this world that understood his pain. This world that had also lost its Rose.