PANDORICA (COMPANION PIECE)
fandom: Doctor Who
title: Pandorica (COMPANION piece)
author: bookworm12890 and playerpin
word count: 698, 535
rating: PG
JOSHUA KIRYU; the world ends with you
It was a long way from Shibuya. Joshua still wasn’t entirely comfortable with the lack of powers. If they had been in Shibuya, or even Tokyo, he would have had some. If they had been in the same time period, he would have had some. But so far removed from it all, in England surrounded by ancient Romans, he had nothing.
So, he sat near the wall of the cave, on top of a rock, watching as the Doctor was dragged to the Pandorica, and realizing that even before Neku’s game, he had never wanted to destroy something as much as he did now.
Fury was not common with him, but he felt it build, watching the scene below him and knowing that he could do nothing, nothing to stop it from continuing and at least having the sense to stay out of the way. He didn’t want to know what would happen if a Dalek or Cyberman controlled Shibuya. He also didn’t want to know what type of face the Doctor would make. But even with all this in mind, it was agony watching the box close.
Joshua didn’t dare look away.
Soon after the Pandorica was closed, all the Doctor’s enemies headed right back where they came from. The teen waited until they were gone before slipping out of his watching place, walking up to the box.
He merely stood there for a moment, watching it, examining it, taking in every detail. Then, he bent down to pick up a rock, took a few steps back, and threw it at the Pandorica. He was hardly surprised when it did nothing, but that hadn’t been the point.
“I hope you can hear me in there, Doctor,” he said, his usual calm shaken by obvious anger, “because you are the biggest idiot I have ever met.”
The Composer walked back over, running his fingers over the designs he couldn’t decipher. He knew millions of locks must be beneath this thing, locks he didn’t have the means of breaking. He could, theoretically, just call Mr. H to come and get him. But he knew it was only forestalling the inevitable.
Joshua thought he might have seen this, once, long ago, a vague memory of a dream of something that wouldn’t happen for over a hundred years. And things like this... they never surprised him. He knew, better than most, perhaps evenly matched with the Doctor on this one, that this was only one universe. Only one of the many possibilities. And sometimes, Joshua could see them.
Very few things were consistant throughout the universes- the Doctor wasn’t always there, Mr. H would flicker in and out. But two things remained the same, in every universe he’d seen. He’d always died young, usually early twenties or so, too bored with life to continue on the way he was, whether there was a Game waiting for him after or not. And he’d always died alone.
He sighed, head tipped forward to press against the box. There hadn’t been many times where he’d look far enough ahead to see what happened to the ones who had a second time to die, the Composers, the Conductors, the Fallen. He didn’t know what happened the second time around. But there was no reason to think there’d be someone there then. There were not many universes in which Neku stayed forever. Mr. H was often sent away, via punishment, arguement, or, in rare cases, Falling even lower than he had, enough to drag him down. And now... now he knew what happened the Doctor. So, really, he shouldn’t have been surprised.
But he could leave. Leave now, pretend that nothing could bother him, not even the imprisonment of the person who’d been more family to him than anyone. Somehow...
Joshua sighed, eyeing the box with disdain. “Is this your weakness, Doctor?” he asked, quieter than before, “Is this why you interfere?”
No answer, and the boy turned, leaning against the box and sinking to the ground. “Well, then. I suppose it’s just us now.”
THE DOCTOR; doctor who
The TARDIS was blowing up as he sat there, helplessly. He could hear her screaming in his mind. Every voice in his head, all other ten were just screaming at him to get up, move, but he could only shout back that he would if he could, but it was a bit hard to move when you were strapped into a chair in a prison with every lock in the universe.
He heard footsteps. Small ones, a heavy weight. His heart sank, and as if he could see the boy from Shibuya which he had protected over years--over incarnations, he was sure the tears that had already started wouldn't dare stop.
The Pandorica swallowed his choked laugh. He knew Joshua wouldn't be able to hear him through the rock. An idiot. That certainly summed him up, for all that. The Pandorica; the fairytale that he just had to figure out--all a trap. Brilliantly clever.
Except for the part that it was a trap for him.
For centuries, he had run. He had saved, he had defeated countless enemies, all of them that were out there--the Daleks, the Cybermen, the Silurians--well, alright, he didn't quite defeat them, he more... ran away, but that was expected.
The Doctor could see the whole of time. He should've seen it.
But then... time could be rewritten. Time could be rewritten, and it was. All the way, leading up to this--the universes he had saved, the civilizations--how many wars were raged while he was stuck in this little prison of a box? The lights burned in his brown eyes, but it was nothing for the amount of pain that was wracking his very body. The Doctor was trembling with rage, distress, and most of all--the Doctor was terrified. Not for himself, but the universe.
For Rory. For Amy. For Joshua.
He had promised before, he wouldn't leave him alone. That day where his wings were revoked, when he had to fly away in his TARDIS, he had promised Joshua that he'd come back. And that child, the child who would grow up to be Shibuya's Composer, he believed him.
He broke that promise. As much as he had wanted to hold onto him, he wasn't coming back. Not even Joshua, with all of his power, could unlock this prison. No one could open the Pandorica.
Why? Why had he been forced to break the promise that he desperately wanted to keep?
Is this your weakness, Doctor? Is this why you interfere?
The Doctor didn't answer. He couldn't, and instead, he struggled, desperate against the bonds. He could feel Joshua resigning himself, and that was the last thing he wanted Joshua to do. He didn't want Joshua to wait for him, no, no longer. He had Sanae, he had Neku.
What had he done? What... what did he do, to inspire loyalty into someone like Joshua? His heart ached, and his body went limp with fatigue and guilt, leaning his head back, tears brimming in his eyes.
"I suppose it is." he surrendered softly, echoing through the hard rock and through the locks. "Joshua Kiryu. Joshua... oh, Joshua. Why did you come?" he whispered to himself, closing his eyes in defeat.
title: Pandorica (COMPANION piece)
author: bookworm12890 and playerpin
word count: 698, 535
rating: PG
JOSHUA KIRYU; the world ends with you
It was a long way from Shibuya. Joshua still wasn’t entirely comfortable with the lack of powers. If they had been in Shibuya, or even Tokyo, he would have had some. If they had been in the same time period, he would have had some. But so far removed from it all, in England surrounded by ancient Romans, he had nothing.
So, he sat near the wall of the cave, on top of a rock, watching as the Doctor was dragged to the Pandorica, and realizing that even before Neku’s game, he had never wanted to destroy something as much as he did now.
Fury was not common with him, but he felt it build, watching the scene below him and knowing that he could do nothing, nothing to stop it from continuing and at least having the sense to stay out of the way. He didn’t want to know what would happen if a Dalek or Cyberman controlled Shibuya. He also didn’t want to know what type of face the Doctor would make. But even with all this in mind, it was agony watching the box close.
Joshua didn’t dare look away.
Soon after the Pandorica was closed, all the Doctor’s enemies headed right back where they came from. The teen waited until they were gone before slipping out of his watching place, walking up to the box.
He merely stood there for a moment, watching it, examining it, taking in every detail. Then, he bent down to pick up a rock, took a few steps back, and threw it at the Pandorica. He was hardly surprised when it did nothing, but that hadn’t been the point.
“I hope you can hear me in there, Doctor,” he said, his usual calm shaken by obvious anger, “because you are the biggest idiot I have ever met.”
The Composer walked back over, running his fingers over the designs he couldn’t decipher. He knew millions of locks must be beneath this thing, locks he didn’t have the means of breaking. He could, theoretically, just call Mr. H to come and get him. But he knew it was only forestalling the inevitable.
Joshua thought he might have seen this, once, long ago, a vague memory of a dream of something that wouldn’t happen for over a hundred years. And things like this... they never surprised him. He knew, better than most, perhaps evenly matched with the Doctor on this one, that this was only one universe. Only one of the many possibilities. And sometimes, Joshua could see them.
Very few things were consistant throughout the universes- the Doctor wasn’t always there, Mr. H would flicker in and out. But two things remained the same, in every universe he’d seen. He’d always died young, usually early twenties or so, too bored with life to continue on the way he was, whether there was a Game waiting for him after or not. And he’d always died alone.
He sighed, head tipped forward to press against the box. There hadn’t been many times where he’d look far enough ahead to see what happened to the ones who had a second time to die, the Composers, the Conductors, the Fallen. He didn’t know what happened the second time around. But there was no reason to think there’d be someone there then. There were not many universes in which Neku stayed forever. Mr. H was often sent away, via punishment, arguement, or, in rare cases, Falling even lower than he had, enough to drag him down. And now... now he knew what happened the Doctor. So, really, he shouldn’t have been surprised.
But he could leave. Leave now, pretend that nothing could bother him, not even the imprisonment of the person who’d been more family to him than anyone. Somehow...
Joshua sighed, eyeing the box with disdain. “Is this your weakness, Doctor?” he asked, quieter than before, “Is this why you interfere?”
No answer, and the boy turned, leaning against the box and sinking to the ground. “Well, then. I suppose it’s just us now.”
THE DOCTOR; doctor who
The TARDIS was blowing up as he sat there, helplessly. He could hear her screaming in his mind. Every voice in his head, all other ten were just screaming at him to get up, move, but he could only shout back that he would if he could, but it was a bit hard to move when you were strapped into a chair in a prison with every lock in the universe.
He heard footsteps. Small ones, a heavy weight. His heart sank, and as if he could see the boy from Shibuya which he had protected over years--over incarnations, he was sure the tears that had already started wouldn't dare stop.
The Pandorica swallowed his choked laugh. He knew Joshua wouldn't be able to hear him through the rock. An idiot. That certainly summed him up, for all that. The Pandorica; the fairytale that he just had to figure out--all a trap. Brilliantly clever.
Except for the part that it was a trap for him.
For centuries, he had run. He had saved, he had defeated countless enemies, all of them that were out there--the Daleks, the Cybermen, the Silurians--well, alright, he didn't quite defeat them, he more... ran away, but that was expected.
The Doctor could see the whole of time. He should've seen it.
But then... time could be rewritten. Time could be rewritten, and it was. All the way, leading up to this--the universes he had saved, the civilizations--how many wars were raged while he was stuck in this little prison of a box? The lights burned in his brown eyes, but it was nothing for the amount of pain that was wracking his very body. The Doctor was trembling with rage, distress, and most of all--the Doctor was terrified. Not for himself, but the universe.
For Rory. For Amy. For Joshua.
He had promised before, he wouldn't leave him alone. That day where his wings were revoked, when he had to fly away in his TARDIS, he had promised Joshua that he'd come back. And that child, the child who would grow up to be Shibuya's Composer, he believed him.
He broke that promise. As much as he had wanted to hold onto him, he wasn't coming back. Not even Joshua, with all of his power, could unlock this prison. No one could open the Pandorica.
Why? Why had he been forced to break the promise that he desperately wanted to keep?
Is this your weakness, Doctor? Is this why you interfere?
The Doctor didn't answer. He couldn't, and instead, he struggled, desperate against the bonds. He could feel Joshua resigning himself, and that was the last thing he wanted Joshua to do. He didn't want Joshua to wait for him, no, no longer. He had Sanae, he had Neku.
What had he done? What... what did he do, to inspire loyalty into someone like Joshua? His heart ached, and his body went limp with fatigue and guilt, leaning his head back, tears brimming in his eyes.
"I suppose it is." he surrendered softly, echoing through the hard rock and through the locks. "Joshua Kiryu. Joshua... oh, Joshua. Why did you come?" he whispered to himself, closing his eyes in defeat.