Fic: Empty Space
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jedi_of_urthTitle: Empty Space
Author:jedi_of_urth
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Ten, Doctor/Rose
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Summary: The Doctor’s thoughts during ‘42’ approximately during the possession.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who isn’t mine, if it were there would have been more Rose
Author's Notes/Warnings (fic): Slight s3 spoilers through ‘42’ although vague. As much angst as I could pack in 100 words.
Author’s Notes (flashback): Originally posted June 2007, basically after ‘42’. The fact that this is my first posted DW fic is kind of silly considering how many fics I started after Doomsday, but those were epics that never got done and this was just a drabble. So it did get done. Also probably my first drabble come to think of it.
He’s grasping at the air, searching for something to hold on to.
Where is she?
He needs her, needs her strength and her constant presence because he’s burning and he just needs to feel her hand in his to know that he’ll make it through.
Why can’t he find her?
He has to find her, she must be here. She’d supposed to be here, she’s always there.
Isn’t she?
She isn’t and he’s frightened because he’s alone. He needs a miracle right now and without her he doesn’t believe in those anymore.
If she’s gone, what is he holding onto?
Nothing.
Author:
jedi_of_urthFandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Ten, Doctor/Rose
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Summary: The Doctor’s thoughts during ‘42’ approximately during the possession.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who isn’t mine, if it were there would have been more Rose
Author's Notes/Warnings (fic): Slight s3 spoilers through ‘42’ although vague. As much angst as I could pack in 100 words.
Author’s Notes (flashback): Originally posted June 2007, basically after ‘42’. The fact that this is my first posted DW fic is kind of silly considering how many fics I started after Doomsday, but those were epics that never got done and this was just a drabble. So it did get done. Also probably my first drabble come to think of it.
He’s grasping at the air, searching for something to hold on to.
Where is she?
He needs her, needs her strength and her constant presence because he’s burning and he just needs to feel her hand in his to know that he’ll make it through.
Why can’t he find her?
He has to find her, she must be here. She’d supposed to be here, she’s always there.
Isn’t she?
She isn’t and he’s frightened because he’s alone. He needs a miracle right now and without her he doesn’t believe in those anymore.
If she’s gone, what is he holding onto?
Nothing.
