Doctor Who, "Misery in His Wake" Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond
Fandom: Doctor Who
Title: Misery in His Wake
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters/Pairings: Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond, River Song
Word Count: 370
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Spoilers/Warnings: No Warnings. Spoilers for "The Angels Take Manhattan" and some references to "The Snowmen".
Notes: Written for the "Trace" drabble challenge at who_contest.
Summary: Amelia Pond was his light.
Oh, Amelia Pond...
She had been his beginning, in this life anyway, and now he’d lost her, and he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. He’d tried to travel, of course, to soldier through his misery, his hopelessness, to wherever the TARDIS would take him.
Without Amy Pond, worlds seemed dull to him - the life sucked out of everything, shadows mean rather than exciting, and the warmth of new friendships bitter and futile.
He’d thought he’d seen traces of her, that the universe was toying with him. He’d spotted the crop of red hair in a crowd of strangers that always needed to be saved, or the loud, deep laughter of a woman in love behind him, an echo like a reverberating memory.
Obviously, there had been others before Amy. They were tucked away, tight in his memories too - of other lifetimes, his continuous spiral of triumphs and failures, of sacrifices and endings. He’d loved and lost, a scar healing over the dead skin of other scars, over and over again.
But Amy had been his light. He’d remembered her youthful face after becoming anew, so hopeful and sure he could help her when she hadn’t known him at all.
She’d waited for him, despite everything he’d done. She was his closest friend. Amy Pond had shaped his world for this lifetime. Losing her was losing a part of himself.
He’d felt it everyday. He’d travel, alright, and when River had departed, begging him to find someone to keep him sane, he wanted to spite her and resist. But he couldn’t say no to River, not to the daughter of his best friend.
But could he repeat that cycle all over again? Could he heal only to have his hearts break again? In his miserable thoughts, Amy’s light haunted him.
Of course he would. The Doctor always did.
As the Doctor departed the TARDIS, he walked down a staircase out into the snowy landscape of a graveyard. The air danced and crackled about, and strange presences eddied around him.
Walking on, he’d left that graveyard, with broken statues quietly crumbling in his wake. The Doctor would move forward, or at least he tried, for Amy’s sake.
Title: Misery in His Wake
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters/Pairings: Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond, River Song
Word Count: 370
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Spoilers/Warnings: No Warnings. Spoilers for "The Angels Take Manhattan" and some references to "The Snowmen".
Notes: Written for the "Trace" drabble challenge at who_contest.
Summary: Amelia Pond was his light.
Oh, Amelia Pond...
She had been his beginning, in this life anyway, and now he’d lost her, and he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. He’d tried to travel, of course, to soldier through his misery, his hopelessness, to wherever the TARDIS would take him.
Without Amy Pond, worlds seemed dull to him - the life sucked out of everything, shadows mean rather than exciting, and the warmth of new friendships bitter and futile.
He’d thought he’d seen traces of her, that the universe was toying with him. He’d spotted the crop of red hair in a crowd of strangers that always needed to be saved, or the loud, deep laughter of a woman in love behind him, an echo like a reverberating memory.
Obviously, there had been others before Amy. They were tucked away, tight in his memories too - of other lifetimes, his continuous spiral of triumphs and failures, of sacrifices and endings. He’d loved and lost, a scar healing over the dead skin of other scars, over and over again.
But Amy had been his light. He’d remembered her youthful face after becoming anew, so hopeful and sure he could help her when she hadn’t known him at all.
She’d waited for him, despite everything he’d done. She was his closest friend. Amy Pond had shaped his world for this lifetime. Losing her was losing a part of himself.
He’d felt it everyday. He’d travel, alright, and when River had departed, begging him to find someone to keep him sane, he wanted to spite her and resist. But he couldn’t say no to River, not to the daughter of his best friend.
But could he repeat that cycle all over again? Could he heal only to have his hearts break again? In his miserable thoughts, Amy’s light haunted him.
Of course he would. The Doctor always did.
As the Doctor departed the TARDIS, he walked down a staircase out into the snowy landscape of a graveyard. The air danced and crackled about, and strange presences eddied around him.
Walking on, he’d left that graveyard, with broken statues quietly crumbling in his wake. The Doctor would move forward, or at least he tried, for Amy’s sake.