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Aug. 27th, 2006 08:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mari4212It's been a while since people requested these, but I hope you'll all be happy with what I came up with.
These are short, so I'm posting them all together.
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catyuy, who wanted Jack after the TARDIS left.
No. Damnit, no! This couldn’t be happening. They couldn’t have left him behind, surrounded by death. There had to be some reason. Something to explain why they’d abandoned him. Anything.
It had to be a mistake. Maybe the Doctor was hurt, and the TARDIS was acting on instinct, getting to a safe place. Maybe they hadn’t known he’d survived. God knows he thought he’d kicked it when the Dalek fired. Maybe Rose had been hurt and the Doctor wanted to get her to safety. Maybe Rose had…no, he wouldn’t even think about that.
They wouldn’t have just left him here.
Fornikkinor, who wanted something about Gibbs. I hope this meets with your approval.
Scrape.
Scrape.
His world narrowed in focus with each pass of the fine-grit sandpaper against the smooth wood. Worries vanished, problems faded out, haunting memories of past pain dissolved as he lost himself in the grain of the wood, the graceful arching of the frame, the sinuous curve of the hull.
Scrape. Gone were Dinozzo’s jokes.
Scrape. Gone too were Ducky’s lectures.
Scrape. And McGee’s fumbling efforts to help.
Scrape. And Abby’s loving exuberance.
Scrape. And wounded Ziva, who refused to let others see her pain.
Scrape. And Kate, with the memories of all the people he hadn’t saved.
Scrape.
Forlady_tigerfish, who requested Hermione recieving her Hogwarts letter.
It was heavy in her hands, much heavier than a letter made of paper would have been. The parchment felt rough against her fingers as she grasped it. The woman who had come, Professor McGonagall, had explained what was going on to her family, but at the end of the interview she had pressed the letter into Hermione’s hands, stating that it was addressed to her, not her parents.
Taking a breath, she turned it over and broke the seal. This would change everything.
Dear Hermione Granger,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts…
And last but not least, forsamuti, who requested either Luna or Neville post-HBP.
Hogwarts was quieter, these days.
Despite various dire predictions, very few parents had pulled their children from the school. Most of the ones who had left, perhaps thirty at most, were directly involved, on one side or the other, in the war.
But the school was quieter, the silences vaster, and the Great Hall seemed cavernous and echoing to Neville. And even now, halfway through the school year, it hurt to look up and see Professor McGonagall’s slim frame in the Head chair. The empty space of the dark wood leered at him, reminding him of who was not there.
These are short, so I'm posting them all together.
For
catyuy, who wanted Jack after the TARDIS left.No. Damnit, no! This couldn’t be happening. They couldn’t have left him behind, surrounded by death. There had to be some reason. Something to explain why they’d abandoned him. Anything.
It had to be a mistake. Maybe the Doctor was hurt, and the TARDIS was acting on instinct, getting to a safe place. Maybe they hadn’t known he’d survived. God knows he thought he’d kicked it when the Dalek fired. Maybe Rose had been hurt and the Doctor wanted to get her to safety. Maybe Rose had…no, he wouldn’t even think about that.
They wouldn’t have just left him here.
For
nikkinor, who wanted something about Gibbs. I hope this meets with your approval.Scrape.
Scrape.
His world narrowed in focus with each pass of the fine-grit sandpaper against the smooth wood. Worries vanished, problems faded out, haunting memories of past pain dissolved as he lost himself in the grain of the wood, the graceful arching of the frame, the sinuous curve of the hull.
Scrape. Gone were Dinozzo’s jokes.
Scrape. Gone too were Ducky’s lectures.
Scrape. And McGee’s fumbling efforts to help.
Scrape. And Abby’s loving exuberance.
Scrape. And wounded Ziva, who refused to let others see her pain.
Scrape. And Kate, with the memories of all the people he hadn’t saved.
Scrape.
For
lady_tigerfish, who requested Hermione recieving her Hogwarts letter.It was heavy in her hands, much heavier than a letter made of paper would have been. The parchment felt rough against her fingers as she grasped it. The woman who had come, Professor McGonagall, had explained what was going on to her family, but at the end of the interview she had pressed the letter into Hermione’s hands, stating that it was addressed to her, not her parents.
Taking a breath, she turned it over and broke the seal. This would change everything.
Dear Hermione Granger,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts…
And last but not least, for
samuti, who requested either Luna or Neville post-HBP.Hogwarts was quieter, these days.
Despite various dire predictions, very few parents had pulled their children from the school. Most of the ones who had left, perhaps thirty at most, were directly involved, on one side or the other, in the war.
But the school was quieter, the silences vaster, and the Great Hall seemed cavernous and echoing to Neville. And even now, halfway through the school year, it hurt to look up and see Professor McGonagall’s slim frame in the Head chair. The empty space of the dark wood leered at him, reminding him of who was not there.
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Date: 2006-08-29 03:01 pm (UTC)Thank you so much. ♥
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