Ficlet.
Title: Song for Ten.
Author: drakochi
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any related stuff.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Mostly Donna.
Warnings: SPOILERS for End of Time.
Summary: Donna hears a song unlike any other.
Words: 782
a/n: *hits a plot bunny with a hockey stick* Help me... there are so many of them...
Donnas’ smile vanishes from her face as soon as the photographer finishes taking her picture near by some tombstones. She was led for the past half hour, with Shaun or alone, by their photographer to many places around the church to take photos.
It is when Donna starts approaching her mother, grandfather and husband, who by the looks of it are engaged in a pleasant conversation, that she begins to hear a soft melody in the air. The bride doesn’t pay attention to it at first, and continues walking but it becomes louder and louder and louder. As she stops dead on her tracks, Donna feels the music surround her, choking her into silence and making her deaf to anything else besides it.
She is so absorbed by it that she loses contact with reality, fully concentrating on the tune.
From the sound of it, this anthem speaks about loneliness, loss, grief, fear, regret, and many other emotions that Donna can not put into words. Even though she can almost hear the silent notes of hope and joy coloring the melody, she can not help but feel miserable. The hymn is heartbreaking and her hand clutches on the skin over her heart with such strong grip that it hurts. The pain is unbearable; it is as if somebody was trying to rip her heart out of her chest.
She comes back to reality when she feels a warm calloused hand shaking her arm. Donna focuses on her grandfather who is now standing in front of her, concern written on his features. A few steps behind him, her mother and husband are looking at her with similar expressions. She knows that her gramps is saying something, because she sees his lips moving, but Donna can not hear him for The Song is everywhere.
“Do you hear it?” she tries to say, feeling the words form on her lips but unsure if she actually spoke them.
“Hear what sweetheart?” Donna reads on her grandfather’s lips and then understands that she managed to speak.
“The song, gramps…” Donna breaths out, “It is so…” she pauses searching for the right word, “sad.”
There is a frown on his face now, and as Donna takes a quick glance around her, she realises that she is the only one to hear it. For a moment she wonders why she is the only one privileged to listen and understand that song but the moment doesn’t last long because her head is starting to hurt.
Donna puts her right hand on her head, fingers on her temples, feeling a pounding in her skull. The bride is crying now, whether it is from the ache in her head or from fear or because something horrible yet beautiful is happening somewhere else, she does not know.
The woman closes her eyes, trying to block everything out, and when she opens them again she is in a majestic circular room with a coral interior. She has no time to wonder the strange feeling of corporal detachment that she experiences because all her attention gets grabbed by a man. He is standing in the circular room and looks as if he was about to die. He doesn’t see her. She wants to reach out to comfort him but can not move a limb. Her words refuse to leave her mouth.
So she can only watch as the familiar person explodes into a golden light. Right now, Donna has the impression that she is losing something important. She closes her eyes again, trying to shield them from the brightness that engulfs the console room.
The next thing she knows is that she feels heavy and that she is crumbling on her knees. She feels strong arms trying to slowdown her fall and with a feeling of indifference she wonders how hard it will be to wash the grass stains from her dress. When she opens her eyes, she sees that she is back in the cemetery, her grandfather and Shaun holding onto her and keeping her face from meeting with the ground. She hears no melody now. It is dead silent; the lack of noise hurts almost as much as the song from before.
“It is over” she says while looking at her grandfather with red rimmed eyes. “He is gone Gramps,” her voice is hollow and she is feeling empty on the inside, “the Doctor, he is gone.” She notices her grandfather’s eyes widening in understanding.
After saying that, she feels an overwhelming headache, she sees herself emitting a soft golden glow similar, and yet not, to the one of her friend that she saw seconds ago, before welcoming darkness and amnesia once again.
Fin.
I edited this a hungred times... can not take it any more... *dies*
Author: drakochi
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any related stuff.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Mostly Donna.
Warnings: SPOILERS for End of Time.
Summary: Donna hears a song unlike any other.
Words: 782
a/n: *hits a plot bunny with a hockey stick* Help me... there are so many of them...
Donnas’ smile vanishes from her face as soon as the photographer finishes taking her picture near by some tombstones. She was led for the past half hour, with Shaun or alone, by their photographer to many places around the church to take photos.
It is when Donna starts approaching her mother, grandfather and husband, who by the looks of it are engaged in a pleasant conversation, that she begins to hear a soft melody in the air. The bride doesn’t pay attention to it at first, and continues walking but it becomes louder and louder and louder. As she stops dead on her tracks, Donna feels the music surround her, choking her into silence and making her deaf to anything else besides it.
She is so absorbed by it that she loses contact with reality, fully concentrating on the tune.
From the sound of it, this anthem speaks about loneliness, loss, grief, fear, regret, and many other emotions that Donna can not put into words. Even though she can almost hear the silent notes of hope and joy coloring the melody, she can not help but feel miserable. The hymn is heartbreaking and her hand clutches on the skin over her heart with such strong grip that it hurts. The pain is unbearable; it is as if somebody was trying to rip her heart out of her chest.
She comes back to reality when she feels a warm calloused hand shaking her arm. Donna focuses on her grandfather who is now standing in front of her, concern written on his features. A few steps behind him, her mother and husband are looking at her with similar expressions. She knows that her gramps is saying something, because she sees his lips moving, but Donna can not hear him for The Song is everywhere.
“Do you hear it?” she tries to say, feeling the words form on her lips but unsure if she actually spoke them.
“Hear what sweetheart?” Donna reads on her grandfather’s lips and then understands that she managed to speak.
“The song, gramps…” Donna breaths out, “It is so…” she pauses searching for the right word, “sad.”
There is a frown on his face now, and as Donna takes a quick glance around her, she realises that she is the only one to hear it. For a moment she wonders why she is the only one privileged to listen and understand that song but the moment doesn’t last long because her head is starting to hurt.
Donna puts her right hand on her head, fingers on her temples, feeling a pounding in her skull. The bride is crying now, whether it is from the ache in her head or from fear or because something horrible yet beautiful is happening somewhere else, she does not know.
The woman closes her eyes, trying to block everything out, and when she opens them again she is in a majestic circular room with a coral interior. She has no time to wonder the strange feeling of corporal detachment that she experiences because all her attention gets grabbed by a man. He is standing in the circular room and looks as if he was about to die. He doesn’t see her. She wants to reach out to comfort him but can not move a limb. Her words refuse to leave her mouth.
So she can only watch as the familiar person explodes into a golden light. Right now, Donna has the impression that she is losing something important. She closes her eyes again, trying to shield them from the brightness that engulfs the console room.
The next thing she knows is that she feels heavy and that she is crumbling on her knees. She feels strong arms trying to slowdown her fall and with a feeling of indifference she wonders how hard it will be to wash the grass stains from her dress. When she opens her eyes, she sees that she is back in the cemetery, her grandfather and Shaun holding onto her and keeping her face from meeting with the ground. She hears no melody now. It is dead silent; the lack of noise hurts almost as much as the song from before.
“It is over” she says while looking at her grandfather with red rimmed eyes. “He is gone Gramps,” her voice is hollow and she is feeling empty on the inside, “the Doctor, he is gone.” She notices her grandfather’s eyes widening in understanding.
After saying that, she feels an overwhelming headache, she sees herself emitting a soft golden glow similar, and yet not, to the one of her friend that she saw seconds ago, before welcoming darkness and amnesia once again.
Fin.
I edited this a hungred times... can not take it any more... *dies*