New Fic: "Love's Bitter Legacy"
I don't know if I have my groove back, but I'm working on it.
Title: Love’s Bitter Legacy
Author: Mariposa Torres
Characters: Joan Redfern
Word Count: 345
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers?: “Human Nature” and “Family of Blood”
Summary: Things and people get left behind.
Author‘s Notes:
Doctor Who is owned by the BBC and is being used here without permisssion. No money is being made from this endeavor.
Love’s Bitter Legacy
by Mariposa Torres
The wind was working its way through Joan Redfern’s woolen coat. She had almost turned back several times but then she was reminded of her sweet John and his bloodless demise. Those painful memories renewed her purpose.
The Torchwood Estate was a grand if odd affair rising from the moorland of Scotland. A stately older man stood in the doorway with a lantern as Joan approached. “Mrs. Redfern.”
“Mr. Lloyd.”
“You didn’t have to come all this way, and in this weather! Steward, something to warm the lady.” He took her heavy and damp overcoat. “A letter would’ve reached me.”
“What I have for you wouldn’t have fit in a letter and I didn’t trust a parcel through the post. I didn’t want to seem like I was summoning you.”
“I would’ve been glad to come to you, for King and Country.” A particularyily harsh gust rattled a window somewhere in the house. “But the fairer weather of the south holds its own appeal.”
Joan finally said, “The Doctor hid inside John, but like a satchel that has been overstuffed, things began to find their way out. Through his dreams, wild, mad dreams. I thought of this when the Doctor offered to take me with him.” Joan couldn’t keep the bitter tone out of her voice. “Him and that skivvy Martha, who it turns out is a child of the future.”
“A child of the future?”
“A future I weep for. I loved John Smith. The Doctor took him from me and left death and destruction in his wake. If he hadn’t chosen to hide at the school, no-one might have died.”
“He told you that?”
“His silence did when I asked the question.” She pulled a book from her pocket, “John Smith had dreams and he wrote them down.”
Mr. Lloyd took the journal and began leafing through it. “Well, dreams are...” he froze at the sketch of Rose. “Wonderful things when witnessed by an innocent soul.” He looked at Joan, “Please accept our humble hospitality this night. We’ll talk more in the morning.”
Title: Love’s Bitter Legacy
Author: Mariposa Torres
Characters: Joan Redfern
Word Count: 345
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers?: “Human Nature” and “Family of Blood”
Summary: Things and people get left behind.
Author‘s Notes:
Doctor Who is owned by the BBC and is being used here without permisssion. No money is being made from this endeavor.
Love’s Bitter Legacy
by Mariposa Torres
The wind was working its way through Joan Redfern’s woolen coat. She had almost turned back several times but then she was reminded of her sweet John and his bloodless demise. Those painful memories renewed her purpose.
The Torchwood Estate was a grand if odd affair rising from the moorland of Scotland. A stately older man stood in the doorway with a lantern as Joan approached. “Mrs. Redfern.”
“Mr. Lloyd.”
“You didn’t have to come all this way, and in this weather! Steward, something to warm the lady.” He took her heavy and damp overcoat. “A letter would’ve reached me.”
“What I have for you wouldn’t have fit in a letter and I didn’t trust a parcel through the post. I didn’t want to seem like I was summoning you.”
“I would’ve been glad to come to you, for King and Country.” A particularyily harsh gust rattled a window somewhere in the house. “But the fairer weather of the south holds its own appeal.”
Joan finally said, “The Doctor hid inside John, but like a satchel that has been overstuffed, things began to find their way out. Through his dreams, wild, mad dreams. I thought of this when the Doctor offered to take me with him.” Joan couldn’t keep the bitter tone out of her voice. “Him and that skivvy Martha, who it turns out is a child of the future.”
“A child of the future?”
“A future I weep for. I loved John Smith. The Doctor took him from me and left death and destruction in his wake. If he hadn’t chosen to hide at the school, no-one might have died.”
“He told you that?”
“His silence did when I asked the question.” She pulled a book from her pocket, “John Smith had dreams and he wrote them down.”
Mr. Lloyd took the journal and began leafing through it. “Well, dreams are...” he froze at the sketch of Rose. “Wonderful things when witnessed by an innocent soul.” He looked at Joan, “Please accept our humble hospitality this night. We’ll talk more in the morning.”