ficpost, What Might Have Been 1/?
May. 15th, 2006 03:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mari4212Okay, so now that I'm home where my story is on floppy, I'll post it up here. This one's another Doctor Who, set second season/post Girl in the Fireplace. Because I am just such a lemming, and I couldn't believe no one had done this AU yet. And of course, the second I thought about it, Rose started talking in my head.
This is part one of four, probably.
What Might Have Been
She’d waited there for five and a half hours. Waited there and agonized for him, praying that he’d save Reinette. She’d seen his face, seen his eyes light up as he’d talked about her, and she’d seen the devastation on his face when he thought that he wouldn’t be able to save her. Much as it might hurt, much as some jealous part of her wanted to keep the Doctor with her and damn what happened to French-lady, she had to help him save her. She’d been the one to suggest that stupid horse anyway, while the Doctor and Mickey were just standing around in horror.
She’d helped him go back. Inside her mind, she kept hearing his voice, the old him that is, so happy, “Everybody lives! Just this once, everybody lives!” Part of that had found its way into her soul, and she couldn’t not help.
Oh, but it had hurt so much to send him back there, knowing there was no guarantee that he’d find his way back to them in the fifty-first century. And it had hurt even more when she’d seen the look in his eyes, and realized that he loved Madame Pompadour enough to be willing to risk it.
So she’d waited. And then, as the minutes had ticked by, and she’d just started to lose hope, she’d heard his steps on the ship’s decking. Mickey didn’t walk like that, not with that light, fast, arrogant stride. It had to be him. And she’d turned and run to hug him, so glad to see him alive and here! Here, where he belonged, with her, and the TARDIS, and all of time before them to go off and save the world in, just like normal.
But even as she’d started to run, she’d seen the face behind him. And she stumbled to a stop a meter or so in front of him, staring over his shoulder at the woman he’d stolen out of time and she knew life on board the TARDIS would never be the same again.
This is part one of four, probably.
What Might Have Been
She’d waited there for five and a half hours. Waited there and agonized for him, praying that he’d save Reinette. She’d seen his face, seen his eyes light up as he’d talked about her, and she’d seen the devastation on his face when he thought that he wouldn’t be able to save her. Much as it might hurt, much as some jealous part of her wanted to keep the Doctor with her and damn what happened to French-lady, she had to help him save her. She’d been the one to suggest that stupid horse anyway, while the Doctor and Mickey were just standing around in horror.
She’d helped him go back. Inside her mind, she kept hearing his voice, the old him that is, so happy, “Everybody lives! Just this once, everybody lives!” Part of that had found its way into her soul, and she couldn’t not help.
Oh, but it had hurt so much to send him back there, knowing there was no guarantee that he’d find his way back to them in the fifty-first century. And it had hurt even more when she’d seen the look in his eyes, and realized that he loved Madame Pompadour enough to be willing to risk it.
So she’d waited. And then, as the minutes had ticked by, and she’d just started to lose hope, she’d heard his steps on the ship’s decking. Mickey didn’t walk like that, not with that light, fast, arrogant stride. It had to be him. And she’d turned and run to hug him, so glad to see him alive and here! Here, where he belonged, with her, and the TARDIS, and all of time before them to go off and save the world in, just like normal.
But even as she’d started to run, she’d seen the face behind him. And she stumbled to a stop a meter or so in front of him, staring over his shoulder at the woman he’d stolen out of time and she knew life on board the TARDIS would never be the same again.