Fanfic: What Might Have Been 2/?
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mari4212I'm finally getting around to posting the second chapter of my Doctor Who fic. The first chapter can be found here: http://mari4212.livejournal.com/85585.html#cutid1, if you've forgotten it or never read it in the first place. Comments and disclaimers are found there.
What Might Have Been II
The girl’s face had said it all. Oh, she had hidden the hurt almost instantly, but Reinette had not lived in the hotbed of intrigue that was the French Royal Court for so long without learning how to read the smallest, most hidden facial expressions. The girl, the same one who had once come through on her Doctor’s behalf to warn her, had been overjoyed to see the Doctor, and shocked to see her.
The Doctor didn’t see it, that was obvious. Where the girl had stopped short, he strode forward and embraced her, spinning her around and speaking quickly, that joyous lightning swift banter that had so enraptured Reinette as a girl and young woman. Asking the girl, Rose she heard him call her, how long they had waited, driving straight over her answer to explain how he had asked Reinette along with them in their travels.
Watching her face, Reinette could see the pain, quickly chased away as the Doctor bent down and whispered something in her ear, before turning back to her.
“Rose’ll show you on board, get you settled. I’d better go find Mickey, see that he hasn’t destroyed anything important.” He said, his expression slightly distracted. It was amazing how different he looked here, surrounded by these metal walls, than he did at the Palace at Versailles. His focus was no longer solely on her, and Reinette was taken aback at how surprised she was by that. It had been so many years since she had traveled through his memories, and she had forgotten, or maybe just ignored, the fact that she was just the latest in a long line of people he had saved and taken with him. Looking over at Rose, she thought that at least she wasn’t alone in this feeling.
As the Doctor walked off, whistling absently, Rose turned to her with a slightly pained smile. “’M Rose,” she’d said, “I met you once, when the Doctor sent me to warn you. I’ll find you a room somewhere, an’ we can see about getting you something a bit easier to move around in. ‘S no good trying to run for your life in a corset.”
So she’d decided to make peace, instead of fighting with her for the Doctor’s attention. That would make things easier in the short term, although eventually they would have to reach an actual agreement rather than stalemate. Still, if she’d made friends with the Queen, she surely could with this girl. She smiled back, and fluttered her hand against her skirts, “Or in panniers, I would think.”
A small smile flashed across Rose’s face, before she turned and gestured ahead of herself towards a tall blue box. “This way to the TARDIS,” she said, “I think you’re going to enjoy it.”
This story turned out very differently from the way I'd planned it. And yes, this is the end.
What Might Have Been II
The girl’s face had said it all. Oh, she had hidden the hurt almost instantly, but Reinette had not lived in the hotbed of intrigue that was the French Royal Court for so long without learning how to read the smallest, most hidden facial expressions. The girl, the same one who had once come through on her Doctor’s behalf to warn her, had been overjoyed to see the Doctor, and shocked to see her.
The Doctor didn’t see it, that was obvious. Where the girl had stopped short, he strode forward and embraced her, spinning her around and speaking quickly, that joyous lightning swift banter that had so enraptured Reinette as a girl and young woman. Asking the girl, Rose she heard him call her, how long they had waited, driving straight over her answer to explain how he had asked Reinette along with them in their travels.
Watching her face, Reinette could see the pain, quickly chased away as the Doctor bent down and whispered something in her ear, before turning back to her.
“Rose’ll show you on board, get you settled. I’d better go find Mickey, see that he hasn’t destroyed anything important.” He said, his expression slightly distracted. It was amazing how different he looked here, surrounded by these metal walls, than he did at the Palace at Versailles. His focus was no longer solely on her, and Reinette was taken aback at how surprised she was by that. It had been so many years since she had traveled through his memories, and she had forgotten, or maybe just ignored, the fact that she was just the latest in a long line of people he had saved and taken with him. Looking over at Rose, she thought that at least she wasn’t alone in this feeling.
As the Doctor walked off, whistling absently, Rose turned to her with a slightly pained smile. “’M Rose,” she’d said, “I met you once, when the Doctor sent me to warn you. I’ll find you a room somewhere, an’ we can see about getting you something a bit easier to move around in. ‘S no good trying to run for your life in a corset.”
So she’d decided to make peace, instead of fighting with her for the Doctor’s attention. That would make things easier in the short term, although eventually they would have to reach an actual agreement rather than stalemate. Still, if she’d made friends with the Queen, she surely could with this girl. She smiled back, and fluttered her hand against her skirts, “Or in panniers, I would think.”
A small smile flashed across Rose’s face, before she turned and gestured ahead of herself towards a tall blue box. “This way to the TARDIS,” she said, “I think you’re going to enjoy it.”
This story turned out very differently from the way I'd planned it. And yes, this is the end.
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Date: 2006-07-11 08:13 pm (UTC)‘S no good trying to run for your life in a corset
Oh, how I love Rose.
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Date: 2006-07-11 09:09 pm (UTC)I'm glad you like it so far.