New Fic: Trust
Title:Trust
Characters:Nine/Rose, Jack
Prompt: Every day is the same when looking straight ahead; caught in the safety of routine (“The Safety of Routine” - Name Taken)
Word Count:1247 words
Rating: M
Summary:She knows he will come for her. She knows him. She trusts him.
Author's Notes: Written for the 50lyricsfanfic challenge. Major spoilers for Bad Wolf. This fic fits into the same universe as Unspoken and Interlude, following on from them. It is the first of two companion fics-the second will be called “Betrayal” and be based on the events of Parting of the Ways.
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Trust
You thought it would last forever, but all the time you were being stalked by the wolf. Closer, ever closer.
The wolf is coming.
~ * ~
She wakes on a cold hard floor, shrouded in darkness, confused. A man is crouched next to her. Does she know him? She can’t remember.
What happened? She doesn’t realise she has spoken aloud until he replies.
He’s saying something about a transmat, but she can’t seem to focus. She blinks at him stupidly, still trying to place his face. Should she know him?
He asks her name. The question fires the synapses in her brain, and the answer pops into her head. Rose. And something else… the Doctor. Where’s the Doctor?
The man helps her to her feet, telling her not to annoy the android. Android? She’s only half listening to him. She remembers a smidge more. Jack! She and the Doctor and Jack. Captain Jack. Travelling? But now she is here. He wouldn’t leave her here.
She doesn’t have time to follow that thought as she is pointed towards a podium with her name on it. It’s familiar, but it’s still not right. The man-Rodrick, his podium says-mentioned an android. She sees it now, and that’s wrong too.
It’s a TV studio, she realises suddenly as it all comes to life. A game show. How did she end up on The Weakest Link?
All right, so somehow she’s ended up on a twenty-first century game show; though obviously not in the twenty first century, because it’s hosted by an android. Then again, maybe she isn’t. Maybe she’s still in the TARDIS, dreaming in the Doctor’s bed.
She remembers more. He’d taken them to Kyoto, where the new emperor had become enamoured of her blonde hair (almost unheard of in that time and place) and tried to make her his concubine. The Doctor had gotten her out, and later in his bed begged her forgiveness with his hands and his tongue and his eyes, and she had offered it readily with her lips and her sighs. In the morning she’d awoken with his arms still around her, and she’d known then that he’d never leave her behind.
She shivers. So where is he now?
~ * ~
Play along, she decides. For the moment.
End of the round. She votes for Fitch, feeling a little mean, but that’s the game, after all. She crinkles her forehead in confusion and a little bit of disgust when Fitch begs for another chance. Doesn’t the woman have any dignity? It’s just a game.
The android utters the usual catchphrase, and Fitch is gone.
Rose stares in disbelief, waiting for the explanation, the uproar.
It doesn’t come. The crew do their jobs as if someone hadn’t just died, and the other contestants look subdued, but not shocked.
Ohgod, where’s the Doctor, where is he? She chastises herself. Surely he will come for her soon, but she doesn’t need to wait for him. She’s not a ninny who always needs saving, she can look after herself. She rages at the other contestants, blaming them as she blames herself for her unwitting vote. No-one speaks, and no-one looks her in the eye.
It’s up to her then. She’ll walk out. She can’t make them follow, but she can make her own stand. One voice of protest is better than none.
It isn’t her own voice she hears, though. Broff beats her to the punch. He protests. He protests, he runs, and he dies.
Play or die. She’ll play. The Doctor will get her out, and together they’ll stop this.
~ *~
Somehow she makes it through to the final round. Rodrick mentions Bad Wolf. A shiver runs down her spine. It’s there again, and it’s following them. This isn’t a mistake; she’s been made a pawn in someone else’s game.
She wants the Doctor now, but he could be anywhere. He could be in another gameshow, facing the disintegrator beam. Jack, too.
Final round, and there are just ten questions between her and that beam.
Eight questions, and she’s one down.
Six questions, and she’s managed to get one right. One all.
Four questions, and she’s down again.
Two questions. If she was in her own century she would have known that last one, but her guess is wrong.
Last question, and she doesn’t know the answer. She casts about for an Icelandic city, any Icelandic city. It might be right, it might.
It isn’t.
The android congratulates Rodrick, and it slowly sinks in. No, this isn’t right. She’s not supposed to die here. Where’s the Doctor? He’s supposed to be here by now.
And suddenly, he is there, and Jack too.
She calls out to him, and runs. Too slow. She hears the beam before it hits her, and she screams.
~ * ~
She wakes on a cold hard floor, shrouded in darkness, confused. She should be dead, but she isn’t. She hears a whirring sound and it seems familiar somehow--
No. It can’t be. It can’t be, but it is. She remembers the name; will never forget it now. Dalek. It has her and she’s still alive, though probably not for long. She looks around her, and they are everywhere. Hundreds of them. Thousands. She wonders where the other contestants are; were they really disintegrated, or are they here, somewhere? It doesn’t matter. The Doctor saw the beam hit her, he will think she’s already dead. She wonders why she isn’t.
It’s probably for the best. She doesn’t want him to die too. Strangely enough, the Daleks seem to be ignoring her. She huddles in the corner and tries not to attract their attention too much. This one is far too big to get out of on her own, and although she knows even the Doctor hasn’t a chance against this many Daleks, she still hopes deep down that he will come for her.
A Dalek rolls in with the news that they have been detected, and she curses her foolish wishing.
They command her to stand. Hadn’t forgotten her, they were just ignoring her until they had a use for her. They want to use her against him. A communication channel is opened, and the Daleks demand to talk to the Doctor.
An image is projected on the wall above her, and there he is. He answers them casually, rudely, but she can see the clench of his jaw, and the tension in his shoulders. His eyes immediately seek her out, and she tries to tell him without words that she is okay, but she dares not speak.
The Daleks are imperious with their demands. They tell him they will exterminate her if he interferes. She swallows. They will kill her anyway, she knows, but she tries not to let him see she is afraid.
No, he says, and she is surprised. Mustn’t react. Mustn’t let him see her fear. He won’t let them do it. The Daleks threaten her again, and still he says no.
He proclaims he’s going to rescue her, and she knows he will do it. He is the Doctor, and he can do anything. He tells her he is coming to get her, and she’s never been more in love with him than she is at this moment.
He’s coming to save her.
~ * ~
You thought it would last forever, but you were wrong. Your time is up.
The wolf is here.
~ * ~
Comments are love! ;)
Characters:Nine/Rose, Jack
Prompt: Every day is the same when looking straight ahead; caught in the safety of routine (“The Safety of Routine” - Name Taken)
Word Count:1247 words
Rating: M
Summary:She knows he will come for her. She knows him. She trusts him.
Author's Notes: Written for the 50lyricsfanfic challenge. Major spoilers for Bad Wolf. This fic fits into the same universe as Unspoken and Interlude, following on from them. It is the first of two companion fics-the second will be called “Betrayal” and be based on the events of Parting of the Ways.
My lyrics table
Trust
You thought it would last forever, but all the time you were being stalked by the wolf. Closer, ever closer.
The wolf is coming.
~ * ~
She wakes on a cold hard floor, shrouded in darkness, confused. A man is crouched next to her. Does she know him? She can’t remember.
What happened? She doesn’t realise she has spoken aloud until he replies.
He’s saying something about a transmat, but she can’t seem to focus. She blinks at him stupidly, still trying to place his face. Should she know him?
He asks her name. The question fires the synapses in her brain, and the answer pops into her head. Rose. And something else… the Doctor. Where’s the Doctor?
The man helps her to her feet, telling her not to annoy the android. Android? She’s only half listening to him. She remembers a smidge more. Jack! She and the Doctor and Jack. Captain Jack. Travelling? But now she is here. He wouldn’t leave her here.
She doesn’t have time to follow that thought as she is pointed towards a podium with her name on it. It’s familiar, but it’s still not right. The man-Rodrick, his podium says-mentioned an android. She sees it now, and that’s wrong too.
It’s a TV studio, she realises suddenly as it all comes to life. A game show. How did she end up on The Weakest Link?
All right, so somehow she’s ended up on a twenty-first century game show; though obviously not in the twenty first century, because it’s hosted by an android. Then again, maybe she isn’t. Maybe she’s still in the TARDIS, dreaming in the Doctor’s bed.
She remembers more. He’d taken them to Kyoto, where the new emperor had become enamoured of her blonde hair (almost unheard of in that time and place) and tried to make her his concubine. The Doctor had gotten her out, and later in his bed begged her forgiveness with his hands and his tongue and his eyes, and she had offered it readily with her lips and her sighs. In the morning she’d awoken with his arms still around her, and she’d known then that he’d never leave her behind.
She shivers. So where is he now?
~ * ~
Play along, she decides. For the moment.
End of the round. She votes for Fitch, feeling a little mean, but that’s the game, after all. She crinkles her forehead in confusion and a little bit of disgust when Fitch begs for another chance. Doesn’t the woman have any dignity? It’s just a game.
The android utters the usual catchphrase, and Fitch is gone.
Rose stares in disbelief, waiting for the explanation, the uproar.
It doesn’t come. The crew do their jobs as if someone hadn’t just died, and the other contestants look subdued, but not shocked.
Ohgod, where’s the Doctor, where is he? She chastises herself. Surely he will come for her soon, but she doesn’t need to wait for him. She’s not a ninny who always needs saving, she can look after herself. She rages at the other contestants, blaming them as she blames herself for her unwitting vote. No-one speaks, and no-one looks her in the eye.
It’s up to her then. She’ll walk out. She can’t make them follow, but she can make her own stand. One voice of protest is better than none.
It isn’t her own voice she hears, though. Broff beats her to the punch. He protests. He protests, he runs, and he dies.
Play or die. She’ll play. The Doctor will get her out, and together they’ll stop this.
~ *~
Somehow she makes it through to the final round. Rodrick mentions Bad Wolf. A shiver runs down her spine. It’s there again, and it’s following them. This isn’t a mistake; she’s been made a pawn in someone else’s game.
She wants the Doctor now, but he could be anywhere. He could be in another gameshow, facing the disintegrator beam. Jack, too.
Final round, and there are just ten questions between her and that beam.
Eight questions, and she’s one down.
Six questions, and she’s managed to get one right. One all.
Four questions, and she’s down again.
Two questions. If she was in her own century she would have known that last one, but her guess is wrong.
Last question, and she doesn’t know the answer. She casts about for an Icelandic city, any Icelandic city. It might be right, it might.
It isn’t.
The android congratulates Rodrick, and it slowly sinks in. No, this isn’t right. She’s not supposed to die here. Where’s the Doctor? He’s supposed to be here by now.
And suddenly, he is there, and Jack too.
She calls out to him, and runs. Too slow. She hears the beam before it hits her, and she screams.
~ * ~
She wakes on a cold hard floor, shrouded in darkness, confused. She should be dead, but she isn’t. She hears a whirring sound and it seems familiar somehow--
No. It can’t be. It can’t be, but it is. She remembers the name; will never forget it now. Dalek. It has her and she’s still alive, though probably not for long. She looks around her, and they are everywhere. Hundreds of them. Thousands. She wonders where the other contestants are; were they really disintegrated, or are they here, somewhere? It doesn’t matter. The Doctor saw the beam hit her, he will think she’s already dead. She wonders why she isn’t.
It’s probably for the best. She doesn’t want him to die too. Strangely enough, the Daleks seem to be ignoring her. She huddles in the corner and tries not to attract their attention too much. This one is far too big to get out of on her own, and although she knows even the Doctor hasn’t a chance against this many Daleks, she still hopes deep down that he will come for her.
A Dalek rolls in with the news that they have been detected, and she curses her foolish wishing.
They command her to stand. Hadn’t forgotten her, they were just ignoring her until they had a use for her. They want to use her against him. A communication channel is opened, and the Daleks demand to talk to the Doctor.
An image is projected on the wall above her, and there he is. He answers them casually, rudely, but she can see the clench of his jaw, and the tension in his shoulders. His eyes immediately seek her out, and she tries to tell him without words that she is okay, but she dares not speak.
The Daleks are imperious with their demands. They tell him they will exterminate her if he interferes. She swallows. They will kill her anyway, she knows, but she tries not to let him see she is afraid.
No, he says, and she is surprised. Mustn’t react. Mustn’t let him see her fear. He won’t let them do it. The Daleks threaten her again, and still he says no.
He proclaims he’s going to rescue her, and she knows he will do it. He is the Doctor, and he can do anything. He tells her he is coming to get her, and she’s never been more in love with him than she is at this moment.
He’s coming to save her.
~ * ~
You thought it would last forever, but you were wrong. Your time is up.
The wolf is here.
~ * ~
Comments are love! ;)