who fic: two short pieces
Jul. 17th, 2011 01:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I have really enjoyed the
doctor_rose_fix Summer '11 Fixathon,
If anyone has a Nine/Rose prompt, please do let me know. I love prompts!
First short piece: a drabble (100 words).
Title: All he left behind
rating: G
pairing: Rose/Eleven
prompt:
emmymik asked for "Eleven/Rose sometime between Doomsday and the Stolen Earth"
spoilers: none beyond s4
~*?*~
“Rose, calm down and think. You know I regenerate -- it’s still me-- I live! I’m gonna live on, maybe forever!”
Rose searched the unfamiliar face. She looked around at the strange, new Tardis.
Too much was new. So much was missing.
“I shouldn’t be here,” she mumbled. Her hands, unheld, clenched into empty fists.
“It’ll be all right, okay? I’m fine, you’re fine.” He laid a cool hand gently against her upper arm, and Rose cringed away.
Tears blurred her vision. “I’m sorry,” she said.
And Rose ran -- away -- from the Doctor, who watched her go.
###
Second short piece: a Poem
title: An Augury from Old High Gallifreyan
(read by Nine as he ran through someone's back garden)
spoilers: none
rating: g
pairing: future Nine/Rose
prompt:
megans_writing left a picture of some items on a grill and asked for any Doctor/Rose. In my poem, Nine "reads" the items on the grill: four shrimp on a skewer, an ear of corn, a piece of chicken breast, and a plump red fish on two lemon slices.
~*?*~
One instance reminds you of the one before it.
The first instance.
The following instance.
Another. All threaded through
by monotonous similarity.
And then, the tiniest moments,
all clustered together
in their neat rows, ragged ends escaping,
bundled up, but always
their profusion trails off into the embers.
Then there’s the heart of the matter,
seared, lined with scars, inscrutable now.
You don’t know what to make of it.
Is it worth it to gnaw at the dried out fibers
for a hint of nourishment, a remembrance of savor?
At last there shines the glittering jewel,
succulent reward for endurance.
Maybe you're blind by now, a little sour,
but hooked from the tumult of the depths
and traded for a life -- if that’s it --
you’ll take it.
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
If anyone has a Nine/Rose prompt, please do let me know. I love prompts!
First short piece: a drabble (100 words).
Title: All he left behind
rating: G
pairing: Rose/Eleven
prompt:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spoilers: none beyond s4
~*?*~
“Rose, calm down and think. You know I regenerate -- it’s still me-- I live! I’m gonna live on, maybe forever!”
Rose searched the unfamiliar face. She looked around at the strange, new Tardis.
Too much was new. So much was missing.
“I shouldn’t be here,” she mumbled. Her hands, unheld, clenched into empty fists.
“It’ll be all right, okay? I’m fine, you’re fine.” He laid a cool hand gently against her upper arm, and Rose cringed away.
Tears blurred her vision. “I’m sorry,” she said.
And Rose ran -- away -- from the Doctor, who watched her go.
###
Second short piece: a Poem
title: An Augury from Old High Gallifreyan
(read by Nine as he ran through someone's back garden)
spoilers: none
rating: g
pairing: future Nine/Rose
prompt:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
~*?*~
One instance reminds you of the one before it.
The first instance.
The following instance.
Another. All threaded through
by monotonous similarity.
And then, the tiniest moments,
all clustered together
in their neat rows, ragged ends escaping,
bundled up, but always
their profusion trails off into the embers.
Then there’s the heart of the matter,
seared, lined with scars, inscrutable now.
You don’t know what to make of it.
Is it worth it to gnaw at the dried out fibers
for a hint of nourishment, a remembrance of savor?
At last there shines the glittering jewel,
succulent reward for endurance.
Maybe you're blind by now, a little sour,
but hooked from the tumult of the depths
and traded for a life -- if that’s it --
you’ll take it.
no subject
Date: 2011-07-18 09:07 am (UTC)Can't quite bring myself to read the poem, though, sorry. Just the mention of poetry freezes my brain - high school made reading it seem like too much of a chore, I think. *shakes head at self*
no subject
Date: 2011-07-18 10:12 am (UTC)how funny about poems. :) I am a poet by training (I have an MFA) so obvs. I love poems very much. Perhaps if you think of them as broken up drabbles? the two forms have a TON in common! :D
no subject
Date: 2011-07-19 03:48 pm (UTC)The second is gorgeous! I love the last stanza. So beautiful! So full of hope!
no subject
Date: 2011-07-19 07:56 pm (UTC)I feel like a lot of Nine and Ten was left out of Eleven. If I were to fic about it, I'd say that Ten intentionally locked up the parts of himself that were so badly wounded by the events of the last part of his incarnation, so that he wouldn't be hurting still when he regenerated. Thus Eleven is much more cheerful overall, and much less passionate about his human connections. I have a story to tell with all that! :)
Thanks so much for reading and commenting on my poem. It was a weird prompt to work from, but actually very fun and satisfying once I got into it! It is cheering to think of Nine getting an inkling (in that semi-precog way the Doctor seems to have) that something wonderful is coming! :)
no subject
Date: 2011-09-13 04:56 pm (UTC)