Exile; Doctor/Sarah Janefroda_bagginsJune 4 2007, 01:52:31 UTC
There were times when she felt like an exile. An exile from what, she wasn't sure. Perhaps the rest of humanity. She had isolated herself in the big house, in her work. It worked better this way. She just couldn't stand the ignorance, not after him.
She hated him for it, sometimes. Or wanted to, anyway. She could've, perhaps, gotten married, had children, had a normal life like everyone else. Not be an exile on her own planet, collecting things most people would assume were hoaxes or worthless junk.
But then she would remember everything they'd done together, what she'd seen, the things she'd learned, and the way she'd felt, and she knew she'd never be able to hate the Doctor. He'd given her far too much for her to miss the things that most people wanted.
Besides, it was nearly time to say hello to K-9 again.
One of us is gonna die young, Adama/Roslinviolet_quillJune 4 2007, 01:52:38 UTC
"Do you ever wish you'd had children?" Adama asked, looking at her over his glasses. "Before this all started?"
"... sometimes. Yes. More than sometimes, maybe. Especially after looking after Hera. But it's really too late for that now. I'm not as young as I used to be."
"Younger than I am."
"And you have a grown son you can be very proud of."
Adama looked thoughtful, reclining in his chair. "It seems like such a cliche, thinking about what if you had a choice - your life or that of your child's. But I've lived so much more than him..."
"He's lived an awful lot for someone of his age."
"So have I. And so have you."
"I feel like I've still got quite a bit to do," she said, and patted his hand. "And so do you."
She lies there in his rack, sweat beading on her forehead as coughs wrack her body. She feels terrible and she can tell that it’s coming. She’s been here before, and knows the end is nigh. Hand in his, she holds onto that little bit of comfort, anything to keep her rooted in sanity. Laura squeezes his hand as pain slices through her body, sending her muscles into spasm. He lightly strokes the back of her hand, before lightly dabbing at her forehead with a damp cloth. So close to Earth, and it had been looking like the prophecy was going to be wrong, like everything was going to be alright.
Then she woke up this morning, in more pain that she could remember having been in the last time, and she just knew.
She was going to die, and there wasn’t a frakking thing anyone could do about it this time.
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She hated him for it, sometimes. Or wanted to, anyway. She could've, perhaps, gotten married, had children, had a normal life like everyone else. Not be an exile on her own planet, collecting things most people would assume were hoaxes or worthless junk.
But then she would remember everything they'd done together, what she'd seen, the things she'd learned, and the way she'd felt, and she knew she'd never be able to hate the Doctor. He'd given her far too much for her to miss the things that most people wanted.
Besides, it was nearly time to say hello to K-9 again.
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"... sometimes. Yes. More than sometimes, maybe. Especially after looking after Hera. But it's really too late for that now. I'm not as young as I used to be."
"Younger than I am."
"And you have a grown son you can be very proud of."
Adama looked thoughtful, reclining in his chair. "It seems like such a cliche, thinking about what if you had a choice - your life or that of your child's. But I've lived so much more than him..."
"He's lived an awful lot for someone of his age."
"So have I. And so have you."
"I feel like I've still got quite a bit to do," she said, and patted his hand. "And so do you."
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That's just fabulous.
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She lies there in his rack, sweat beading on her forehead as coughs wrack her body. She feels terrible and she can tell that it’s coming. She’s been here before, and knows the end is nigh. Hand in his, she holds onto that little bit of comfort, anything to keep her rooted in sanity. Laura squeezes his hand as pain slices through her body, sending her muscles into spasm. He lightly strokes the back of her hand, before lightly dabbing at her forehead with a damp cloth. So close to Earth, and it had been looking like the prophecy was going to be wrong, like everything was going to be alright.
Then she woke up this morning, in more pain that she could remember having been in the last time, and she just knew.
She was going to die, and there wasn’t a frakking thing anyone could do about it this time.
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