Fic: Salutary

Mar 01, 2006 10:45

Four drabbles a 100 words, I had forgotten how much I love to write those :)
Unbetaed, so as always, tell me if something's wrong

Title: Nighthawks
Rating: None
Pairing: Rose/Nine/Jack
Spoilers: Jack



He never remembers his dreams.

Because of what they did.

Whatever the Agency intended, it did more than fry his long-term memory.

At nights his subconscious gravitates towards the black emptiness in his brain, screaming in pain when it can’t find two missing years. Awaking him like it does now, heart racing, breathing hard.

His dreams echo of nightmares, but he can never remember.

But sleep is for the dead and he’s certainly not dead yet. Craving a Martini is perfect proof for that.

He gets up. Time to find out if a Time Lord’s ship has a decent minibar.

....

He never remembers his dreams.

Because he chooses not to. Doesn’t dare to.

He thanks fate that he doesn’t need as much sleep as humans do. Gift of a lost race.

He rests once in a while of course, briefly closing his eyes, but he can’t stand the images that his mind summons from the depths of his guilt for very long.

Memories and nightmares are all the same to him nowadays. At least he can avoid the latter.

Sleep is where the dead haunt him.

He gets up and grabs his sonic screwdriver. That transdimensional stabilizer won’t repair itself.

....

She never remembers her dreams.

Not since she met the Doctor.

In her old life she clung to fragments of freedom her mind offered her at nights.

But then he came and gave her just that. Freedom. She pinched herself once or twice to make sure it was reality.

Sleep is dark and healthy nowadays. She wakes up smiling, refreshed. Something she hasn’t experienced since kindergarten.

Sleep is for the dead and she never felt more alive.

She gets up, knowing they aren’t sleeping. Can see the reason hiding in their faces when they think she doesn’t notice.

She’ll help.

....

She never remembers her dreams.

Because she doesn’t sleep.

Time Lords didn’t build her to sleep. So she listens to the dreams of those who travel with her.

Cares for them as much as she does for her Doctor.

Sees the man with the hole in his mind sip his Martini, flirting with the Time Lord with the hole in his heart.

The girl will be in the console room soon, radiating love.

The humans will fall asleep and the Time Lord will find some peace watching over them. They’ll heal each other. She’ll listen.

Like they do every night.

Okay, and now I have a weird image of that Edward Hopper painting stuck in mind with the TARDIS team sitting in that cafe ^^
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