Drabble: Empty
I know I'm due to post another chapter of Guardians tonight, but my invaluable BR is on a business trip and working horribly long hours. When I sent her the latest chapter, I ordered her not to ignore little things like sleeping and eating to get to it! So I'm being patient, and I hope you will be too.
In the meantime, here's a drabble I wrote a few days ago to amuse another friend,
christn7, who's on a six-week placement away from home, with less than an hour's internet access a day and who's feeling internet-deprived.
Fic: Empty
Author: wmr
Rated: G
Characters: Tenth Doctor
Disclaimer: Never managed to persuade RTD to sign it all over to me, so still not mine
Summary: His hand is empty
Empty
His hand is empty.
He still travels, through time and space and across the universe - never through - collecting tagalongs, showing them the stars, leaving them behind when they’ve had enough. He visits Cardiff every now and then; perhaps wrong is okay after all. Or maybe it’s just the shared memories.
He never goes to New Earth. Or to rock concerts. He hasn’t been near a high-rise council estate since. Jack can watch her grow up, but he would see the woman in the child and hurt that she can’t see him in return.
His hand’s empty, of all but memories.
~@~
In the meantime, here's a drabble I wrote a few days ago to amuse another friend,
christn7, who's on a six-week placement away from home, with less than an hour's internet access a day and who's feeling internet-deprived.
Fic: Empty
Author: wmr
Rated: G
Characters: Tenth Doctor
Disclaimer: Never managed to persuade RTD to sign it all over to me, so still not mine
Summary: His hand is empty
Empty
His hand is empty.
He still travels, through time and space and across the universe - never through - collecting tagalongs, showing them the stars, leaving them behind when they’ve had enough. He visits Cardiff every now and then; perhaps wrong is okay after all. Or maybe it’s just the shared memories.
He never goes to New Earth. Or to rock concerts. He hasn’t been near a high-rise council estate since. Jack can watch her grow up, but he would see the woman in the child and hurt that she can’t see him in return.
His hand’s empty, of all but memories.
~@~