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Title: Only in Fairytales
Rating: G
Prompt: Water
Claim: Nine
Summary: All around her, the ocean floor surges up and never returns. Faint notes of Nine/Rose
Notes: The world is Woman Wept, mentioned by Rose in “Boom Town”.
Warnings: Glaringly incorrect science
Prompt table.
Rose enters the console room to find that the doors are already open, casting a splash of gold onto the ground outside. This is her favorite part: the first step onto a new world. She can feel sharp, cold air rushing in and the space outside the light is dark. He grins, throws her the coat she keeps by the door for occasions like this and ushers her outside with a soft “Watch your step.”
The ground crunches under her feet and she can feel the ice underneath, threatening to slip. The Doctor follows, closing the doors behind him. Rose is plunged into inky blackness, broken only by the blue of the sonic screwdriver before the light on top of the TARDIS floods her eyes.
At first, she can only see white. The world around her is frost and ice, sparkling so bright that she can’t make out any shapes. Then slowly, there is green and brown and deep, deep blue. When she brushes the layer of frost from the ground, she is standing on the black of endless ocean. Beside her, the floor curves up into a high arc that curls back to the ground; a wave frozen to ice in the middle of breaking. All around her, the ocean floor surges up and never returns, locked in time amid some furious storm.
She presses her hand against the side of the wave, feels the warmth seep away.
“How?” she asks.
“When the sun went out, the planet froze,” he says, “The whole world, held in place forever.”
She can feel her stomach falling. Suddenly the splendor of the ocean is tinged with the image of children frozen in their baths.
“It’s never just beautiful, is it?” she asks. He smiles at her over his crossed arms the way parents smile when their children grow up.
“Only in fairytales,” he says.
“When-When your planet-I mean-” She expects him to interrupt and redirect, but he is silent, waiting for her to finish the sentence. She finally turns to him and though his eyes are solemn, he is still smiling.
“Was it beautiful?” she asks. He breathes in deep and presses his hand against the ice next to hers.
“Beautiful and terrible,” he says.
She is still, thinking about mothers, frozen with their hands in the sink while washing dishes. He reaches out and brushes his fingertips across her cheek.
She grabs his hand and they walk in silence among the towering waves and never ending night.
Rating: G
Prompt: Water
Claim: Nine
Summary: All around her, the ocean floor surges up and never returns. Faint notes of Nine/Rose
Notes: The world is Woman Wept, mentioned by Rose in “Boom Town”.
Warnings: Glaringly incorrect science
Prompt table.
Rose enters the console room to find that the doors are already open, casting a splash of gold onto the ground outside. This is her favorite part: the first step onto a new world. She can feel sharp, cold air rushing in and the space outside the light is dark. He grins, throws her the coat she keeps by the door for occasions like this and ushers her outside with a soft “Watch your step.”
The ground crunches under her feet and she can feel the ice underneath, threatening to slip. The Doctor follows, closing the doors behind him. Rose is plunged into inky blackness, broken only by the blue of the sonic screwdriver before the light on top of the TARDIS floods her eyes.
At first, she can only see white. The world around her is frost and ice, sparkling so bright that she can’t make out any shapes. Then slowly, there is green and brown and deep, deep blue. When she brushes the layer of frost from the ground, she is standing on the black of endless ocean. Beside her, the floor curves up into a high arc that curls back to the ground; a wave frozen to ice in the middle of breaking. All around her, the ocean floor surges up and never returns, locked in time amid some furious storm.
She presses her hand against the side of the wave, feels the warmth seep away.
“How?” she asks.
“When the sun went out, the planet froze,” he says, “The whole world, held in place forever.”
She can feel her stomach falling. Suddenly the splendor of the ocean is tinged with the image of children frozen in their baths.
“It’s never just beautiful, is it?” she asks. He smiles at her over his crossed arms the way parents smile when their children grow up.
“Only in fairytales,” he says.
“When-When your planet-I mean-” She expects him to interrupt and redirect, but he is silent, waiting for her to finish the sentence. She finally turns to him and though his eyes are solemn, he is still smiling.
“Was it beautiful?” she asks. He breathes in deep and presses his hand against the ice next to hers.
“Beautiful and terrible,” he says.
She is still, thinking about mothers, frozen with their hands in the sink while washing dishes. He reaches out and brushes his fingertips across her cheek.
She grabs his hand and they walk in silence among the towering waves and never ending night.