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Ends
This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. Not on the Gamestation, orbiting Earth, talking to the Doctor over the intercom. Lynda Moss should have died quietly and without fuss, a quickly forgotten contestant from a game show long ago.
Instead, here she was, orbiting Earth which had just been bombed by the Daleks- aliens she hadn’t even known about twenty-four hours ago. Lynda Moss, who just watched an entire floor full of people exterminated. Lynda Moss, who’s going to die.
“You’ll be all right, Lynda. That side of the station’s reinforced against meteors.”
Lynda Moss, who trusted her life to a man who doesn’t even know the strength of the station he’s defending.
Her life didn’t flash before her eyes. She didn’t get last words. Her last act was a scream.
Beginnings
This wasn’t how it was supposed to begin. Not on the Gamestation, waking up to empty space separated from her by a glass she remembered as being smashed. Lynda Moss should have moved on, to heaven or hell or anyplace in-between.
She searched for the Doctor or Jack, or anyone else, but all she found was dust. The TARDIS was gone, and she was on the Gamestation alone.
Lynda Moss, who had walked out of the Big Brother House with the Doctor. Lynda Moss, the only one left to help. Lynda Moss, who made a choice.
She found the transmitting equipment. Most of it was too damaged to use, shot up and burnt out and dead. Using the computers on the station, she managed to get the least damaged one running.
“Hello. My name’s Lynda Moss...”
Lynda Moss, who has a planet to rebuild.
Her life was behind her. She didn’t have last words. Her first act was to build.
Middles
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Not on the Gamestation, newly acquired by the new Torchwood Institute, looking out through the glass at this Earth she’d helped recreate. Lynda Moss should have gone looking for him, worked out where he’d disappeared to, gotten him to help.
The TARDIS was an unfamiliar sound to her. The man who came out of it wasn’t the Doctor or Jack, or anyone she recognized. He grabbed a pair of glasses out of his pocket. “Lynda? Lynda Moss?”
Lynda Moss, who had lived, and died, and lived again. Lynda Moss, who organized a planet. Lynda Moss, who had a choice.
He explained about regeneration, and Time Lords, and the power the TARDIS had that could resurrect a person. She couldn’t even pretend to understand it all. They stood, in the Gamestation, watching the Earth, as they had a hundred years ago.
“I could come with you,” she says, unconsciously repeating what she’d said before.
“That you could,” he answers, a grin lighting up his face.
“I wouldn’t get in the way,” she continues.
“I wouldn’t mind if you did. Not a bad idea, Lynda-with-a-y.”
Lynda Moss, who has a universe to see.
Her life flashed before her. She didn’t need last words. Her next act was to follow.
Title: Ends, Beginnings, Middles
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Lynda Moss, the Doctor (Ten)
Claim: (Character) Lynda Moss
Prompt: 001, 002, 003: Ends, Beginnings, and Middles
Word Count: 510
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Post-PoTW, in a ‘what if Rose resurrected Lynda?’ universe.
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