A Canary Wharf Anniversary (1/1)
Title - A Canary Wharf Anniversary (1/1)
Author - earlgreytea68
Rating - General
Characters - OCs
Spoilers - None
Disclaimer - I don't own them and I don't make money off of them, but I don't like to dwell on that, so let's move on. (Except for the kids. They're all mine.)
Summary - They never forget
Author's Notes - In response to this meme, stormwolf10 requested 75 years after Chapter 16 of the original "Chaos Theory." The original chapter can be found here. This was actually a tough one for me to write, knowing, as I did, how "College" was going to end. Which is why this echoes the end of "College" so strongly.
Thank you tojlrpuckfor the beta. And the St. Tyra snark.
The gorgeous icon was created byswankkatfor me, commissioned byjlrpuckfor my birthday.
There were days when Brem just stood and stared up at Canary Wharf. All the time that had passed since the day he had found his father, alone and devastated, in an empty white room, sometimes felt like the blink of an eye. He was nearing eighty years old at this point, and there were days when he still felt like the tiniest of children.
There were days when he just stood and stared up at Canary Wharf.
“Sometimes,” Athena said, startling him, “I think we shouldn’t have such a keen sense of time. I think it doesn’t help us.”
He looked at her, then looked back to the building. “75 years,” he said. “Today. 75 years today.” Above them, Daleks were tumbling through the sky, being sucked into the building, and Brem watched them, head tipped back. “And up in that room, our parents are about to make a terrible, terrible mistake.”
Athena also watched the Daleks. “They’re already making it,” she pointed out.
“Yes. They are,” Brem allowed.
The last of the Daleks were sucked through the window. There was a sudden, deafening silence on the planet.
Athena took his hand and squeezed it. Because up in that room, they both knew, a little boy was going in search of his parents and finding just his devastated father.
“The thing is,” Brem said, after a second, “that we know, right? We know there’s a happy ending. But we didn’t. For a very long time, we didn’t. And I don’t understand how Dad didn’t come back here and just…just change it. Just fix it.”
“Of course you understand it. It would have caused a wound in time, and it would have destroyed the universe. You know that.”
“I know that, I just…Sometimes I wonder if I’d be as strong as Dad, if I had to be. You know?”
“You would be. Luckily, though, we don’t have to be. Because we get the happy ending, Brem.”
Brem looked around him, at the destruction the Daleks had left behind, at the hopeful silence preceding the re-building. And he smiled. “Yes. We do.”
Author - earlgreytea68
Rating - General
Characters - OCs
Spoilers - None
Disclaimer - I don't own them and I don't make money off of them, but I don't like to dwell on that, so let's move on. (Except for the kids. They're all mine.)
Summary - They never forget
Author's Notes - In response to this meme, stormwolf10 requested 75 years after Chapter 16 of the original "Chaos Theory." The original chapter can be found here. This was actually a tough one for me to write, knowing, as I did, how "College" was going to end. Which is why this echoes the end of "College" so strongly.
Thank you tojlrpuckfor the beta. And the St. Tyra snark.
The gorgeous icon was created byswankkatfor me, commissioned byjlrpuckfor my birthday.
There were days when Brem just stood and stared up at Canary Wharf. All the time that had passed since the day he had found his father, alone and devastated, in an empty white room, sometimes felt like the blink of an eye. He was nearing eighty years old at this point, and there were days when he still felt like the tiniest of children.
There were days when he just stood and stared up at Canary Wharf.
“Sometimes,” Athena said, startling him, “I think we shouldn’t have such a keen sense of time. I think it doesn’t help us.”
He looked at her, then looked back to the building. “75 years,” he said. “Today. 75 years today.” Above them, Daleks were tumbling through the sky, being sucked into the building, and Brem watched them, head tipped back. “And up in that room, our parents are about to make a terrible, terrible mistake.”
Athena also watched the Daleks. “They’re already making it,” she pointed out.
“Yes. They are,” Brem allowed.
The last of the Daleks were sucked through the window. There was a sudden, deafening silence on the planet.
Athena took his hand and squeezed it. Because up in that room, they both knew, a little boy was going in search of his parents and finding just his devastated father.
“The thing is,” Brem said, after a second, “that we know, right? We know there’s a happy ending. But we didn’t. For a very long time, we didn’t. And I don’t understand how Dad didn’t come back here and just…just change it. Just fix it.”
“Of course you understand it. It would have caused a wound in time, and it would have destroyed the universe. You know that.”
“I know that, I just…Sometimes I wonder if I’d be as strong as Dad, if I had to be. You know?”
“You would be. Luckily, though, we don’t have to be. Because we get the happy ending, Brem.”
Brem looked around him, at the destruction the Daleks had left behind, at the hopeful silence preceding the re-building. And he smiled. “Yes. We do.”