This Dreamer's Stories

His Loss

Wed, 09 Jul 2008 03:54:40 GMT

Fandom: Doctor Who
Title: His Loss
Pairing: Rose/10.5; 10.5/Tardis (but not in the icky sense!)
Summary: Rose watches over the Doctor when he's hurting most.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own nothing...though I wouldn't mind borrowing DT for a while. ^_-

A/N: I so didn't mean for this to become so Tardis-focused. It just sorta came out that way. This is not beta'd, so please be kind about grammar and spelling mistake.

She saw him out there, just sitting and looking up. He always did on his “birthday”, or more specifically, the day he was brought to life through metacrisis and an outspoke Temp from Chisick. The day they defeated the Daleks once and for all. The day they were both just left on a beach in Norway, no say in the decision.

She loved him with all her heart, she had to. He was still the Doctor, just a bit different. He was ruder, something she’d never even thought possible. He was definitely darker, just like the other Doctor, the one who’d left them behind, said. The biggest reason that she loved him was because he was something the other Doctor could never be…hers.

Maybe that’s why the other Doctor could never commit to her, tell her he loved her. When the Daleks came the first time, she told the Doctor she’d protect him, her Doctor. She’d loved him so much then, but couldn’t tell him out of fear. She saw that he realized it when she said that, and then he died for her. He died and changed and it just wasn’t him anymore. A pretty boy came with great hair (really great hair) and new everything, and while she loved him and was sure he loved her, they could just never it right. Maybe, though, her Doctor didn’t die. Maybe he was just hiding, waiting. He was waiting for a chance to get away from the new pretty boy and come back to her.

Yes, she loved him with all her heart, and he loved her. He showed her that everyday. He held back nothing. All his thoughts, dreams, pain, he gave it all to her and she cherished every bit of it. The only thing they didn’t talk about, the only thing that hurt too much, was this.

He loved her, but he was stuck here. One planet, one sky, one ground for the rest of his life. His beloved Tardis, the one thing he had left from home was gone. Stolen by the pretty all-alien Doctor and he’d never see it again. He would never feel her or hear her in his head. Rose knew he loved her, but she knew he also loved his Tardis. He’d had her longer than he’d known Rose and he missed her. Rose knew he’d do it all again so he could be with her, but it didn’t take that pain away.

So every year, on this day, the day he’d gained his one true and lost his oldest love, he would go outside and look at the sky. And every year she’d look out the window and watch over him. She’d wait till he started to get up, and then slip into the shadows before he saw her and head to their bedroom. If he knew she was there, he’d never say anything. He’d just get into bed, where she was pretending to be asleep, and hold her till he fell too.

She loved her Doctor with all her heart. She wanted only his happiness and his love. So every year, as he held her and fell asleep, she’d shed a tear and hate the other Doctor, just a little bit.

I Served Well...

Tue, 29 Jan 2008 07:09:24 GMT

Fandom: Tin Man
Title: I Served Well...
Author: dreamerstories
Characters: OC
Rating: G
Summary: The life and death of an unknown Longcoat. The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.
Warning: Death, but nothing graphic,
Disclaimer: If I owned anything, Zero, both Cains, and Glitch would be in my bed right now...
Word Count:200

A/N: the first thing I've posted! Seen at tinman_fic. ^_^

I served my queen well.

I joined her army when I was young, right before all this began. I was eager and proud. I did what was expected of me. But I knew she would not last, not against her daughter. She was too weak, and our people needed strength to survive. Our people should be safe.

I served my sorceress well.

Her ideas were new, different. I didn’t agree with them all, but she was queen and I served the crown. Law and order were needed for our people to be safe.

I served my men well.

We fought long and hard against the Tin Men, the last. They fought bravely, but could not last. One last fight in the heart of Emerald City. One last time to draw blood and this war could be over and my men would be done. Our people could be safe.

I served our people well.

Damn Tin Man got me, right in the heart. Hurts like nothing else, but that’s ok. The Tin Men are put down and Azkadelia’s war is done. No one to challenge and no one to fight. Our people are safe.

I served well….

My LJ

Tue, 29 Jan 2008 07:07:16 GMT

For anyone who actually comes here:

Hi! I'll be posting all my stories, drabbles, whatever here at my journal. Also, there'll be the occasional rant or A/N, but mostly stories and such. Thanks for looking. ^_^