Okay, so it might seem a little strange to have this picture of Ten and Donna starting out on their travels along with a romantic sonnet that mentions Rose. But I've been searching a while to find an expression of where Ten (the original, that is) is up to these days. Handy is a different matter - I wouldn't rule out writing him, but he's not
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He does remember them all, and hold them in his heart, but not the way we humans do. He is the alien, looking through the window at joys from which he is forever barred. I wish it was different. But in the end, that's the official version.
I can't express how brilliant that remark is - for all that the official version sometimes frustrates us it is what we love and what pulls us in to play in the pit of fic writing. Run with your thoughts, wherever they take you - if they take you. We'll be along for the ride
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Just to the time, not with the time exchanged...
I love the way one can do this kind of thing with Shakespeare's sonnets - it sends a shiver down my spine when someone points out one which utterly fits a particular situation or relationship. And this one is, as you say, completely and utterly Ten. The last couplet is also perfect. Now I'm off to catch up with some of your fic (which I've only just started on) to enjoy some Ten-and-Rose the way I wish they'd been allowed to be...
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