Fic: collection of Doctor Who drabbles
She rested, cradling his head in her lap as he lay exhausted, awaiting daybreak on a planet that, if not for him, would not have seen this dawn.
“Look, Doctor! The sun’s coming up…”
He did not answer. Gazing into his sleeping face, she saw reflected the millions of sunrises he had seen, and the millions more they would both see, on a million worlds, as they walked in eternity, together.
Time ebbed and flowed around them; it could not touch this moment, which was theirs alone.
She leaned back, closed her eyes, while beneath them, the world kept turning.
The planet was so different, so eerie like this; silent, empty, unloved and unloving. Alien.
“Earth’s second ice-age,” the Doctor said, turning to the young woman beside him. “How do you like it?”
“I don’t! Why can’t you take me somewhere warm?” she said, rubbing her arms vigorously. He barely afforded her a contemptuous glance before returning his gaze to the chilly vista ahead.
She said,
“You’re so cold.”
He swung around to frown at her, torn between annoyance and a strange sense of…guilt? Resignation?
She rubbed his arm gently. “You’ve got goosebumps,” she clarified.
The ice began to thaw.
“He has confessed!”
A roar from the crowd.
“He confesses to the charge of witchcraft!”
He is different. He possesses an intellect, a knowledge far beyond the capacity of this place.
“He confesses to knowledge of forces mankind has no right to understand!”
He is beyond them.
“He confesses to interference in the natural order, with disdain to the Lord and his Word!”
He is tolerant.
“He confesses to the worship of a false God!”
They do not understand him.
“He confesses that he has never been baptised!”
They, for all their piety, can never understand him.
“Burn the witch!”