DW -- Where the Heart Is
Title: Where the Heart Is
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Ten/Jethro
Rating: PG
Word Count: 215
Warnings: mild alien gore?
Summary: Sometimes you find the things you're looking for.
Author's Note: Jethro. Why. Are you so cute.
WHERE THE HEART IS
The Doctor’s on the ground.
Jethro doesn’t know what that thing is that’s standing over him, doesn’t know anything about alien anatomy, doesn’t know anything about anything in a universe a thousand times crazier and more dangerous than he ever imagined when dreaming his adventures years ago, and for the first time, he wants to go home.
But it wouldn’t be home, would it? It can’t be. It will never be enough again.
He knows what they say about home. And he knows where his heart lies now.
Which is why he runs, dodges a burst of sparks from the crushed machinery, ducks beneath a cluster of dangling wires, snaps a half-melted steel beam from a broken joint, and buries it in the alien thing-right in the center of its back, because it must have vital organs somewhere, and he only has to hit one of them.
A seething, bubbling blood-like gush, and the thing crumples not far from the Doctor, who staggers to his feet and clasps a hand to his chest over one of his hearts.
“Improvisation,” the Doctor pants, smiling more steadily as the seconds pass. “Useful skill, Jethro.”
And Jethro smiles, because they could find themselves anywhere in the infinite universe now, and he will know precisely where he is.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Ten/Jethro
Rating: PG
Word Count: 215
Warnings: mild alien gore?
Summary: Sometimes you find the things you're looking for.
Author's Note: Jethro. Why. Are you so cute.
WHERE THE HEART IS
The Doctor’s on the ground.
Jethro doesn’t know what that thing is that’s standing over him, doesn’t know anything about alien anatomy, doesn’t know anything about anything in a universe a thousand times crazier and more dangerous than he ever imagined when dreaming his adventures years ago, and for the first time, he wants to go home.
But it wouldn’t be home, would it? It can’t be. It will never be enough again.
He knows what they say about home. And he knows where his heart lies now.
Which is why he runs, dodges a burst of sparks from the crushed machinery, ducks beneath a cluster of dangling wires, snaps a half-melted steel beam from a broken joint, and buries it in the alien thing-right in the center of its back, because it must have vital organs somewhere, and he only has to hit one of them.
A seething, bubbling blood-like gush, and the thing crumples not far from the Doctor, who staggers to his feet and clasps a hand to his chest over one of his hearts.
“Improvisation,” the Doctor pants, smiling more steadily as the seconds pass. “Useful skill, Jethro.”
And Jethro smiles, because they could find themselves anywhere in the infinite universe now, and he will know precisely where he is.