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xfirefly9x) wrote2011-07-18 07:46 pm
xfirefly9x) wrote2011-07-18 07:46 pm
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Fic: Blinded By Mistaken Feelings (Doctor/Donna)
Title: Blinded By Mistaken Feelings
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Doctor/Donna
Prompt: #003 Pain
Word Count: 360
Rating: G
Summary: “Doctor!” she calls desperately. He doesn’t respond.
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50ficlets. 29/1/10.
“Don’t, don’t turn away
Don’t let it take you over”
~ “Don’t Turn Away” by Ra
“Doctor!” she calls desperately.
He doesn’t respond, only continues to sit still, his hands clasped loosely at his knees and his eyes focused blankly on the nothingness before him. They are darker than usual, nearly past their natural chocolate brown colour. Nearly black.
She grimaces slightly and repeats herself. “Doctor!”
Nothing.
“Doctor. Answer me!”
Silence.
All right then. That’s it! If he’s not going to talk to her then so be it. She’ll talk to him instead. Maybe she’ll worm some sense into that thick head of his! Maybe she’ll make him see what’s right before his eyes. Clearly he is too blinded by his mistaken feelings of guilt to see it himself.
“Don’t,” she says simply, “blame yourself for what happened. Just don’t.” She falls silent, at a loss as to how to go on.
She need not worry.
He slowly turns his head away from her and the words leave her mouth without a thought. “Don’t turn away,” she says. “Please. Just look at me.”
He does albeit slowly and his expression is no less grim.
“You did all you could do. It’s not your fault.” She can see the muscles in his jaw clench and a stab of pain flash through his eyes, momentarily breaking the darkness in them. “It’s not your fault,” she says again.
He nods once. The simple movement seems to sap the last of his energy because he visibly deflates then.
She swiftly reaches for him and sits on the edge of the couch beside him. She snakes an arm around his waist and gently urges him to lean on her. He melds into her side and droops his head onto her shoulder.
She can feel his breath on her neck as he heaves out a weighty sigh and then the warmth of his skin on hers as he takes her hand in his. Instinctively, she shifts closer to him and squeezes his hand in response.
She catches a glimpse of a sad but grateful smile on his face when she lifts her eyes to look at him and knows that in time, things will be all right. They will both be okay.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Doctor/Donna
Prompt: #003 Pain
Word Count: 360
Rating: G
Summary: “Doctor!” she calls desperately. He doesn’t respond.
Notes: Written for
50ficlets. 29/1/10.“Don’t, don’t turn away
Don’t let it take you over”
~ “Don’t Turn Away” by Ra
“Doctor!” she calls desperately.
He doesn’t respond, only continues to sit still, his hands clasped loosely at his knees and his eyes focused blankly on the nothingness before him. They are darker than usual, nearly past their natural chocolate brown colour. Nearly black.
She grimaces slightly and repeats herself. “Doctor!”
Nothing.
“Doctor. Answer me!”
Silence.
All right then. That’s it! If he’s not going to talk to her then so be it. She’ll talk to him instead. Maybe she’ll worm some sense into that thick head of his! Maybe she’ll make him see what’s right before his eyes. Clearly he is too blinded by his mistaken feelings of guilt to see it himself.
“Don’t,” she says simply, “blame yourself for what happened. Just don’t.” She falls silent, at a loss as to how to go on.
She need not worry.
He slowly turns his head away from her and the words leave her mouth without a thought. “Don’t turn away,” she says. “Please. Just look at me.”
He does albeit slowly and his expression is no less grim.
“You did all you could do. It’s not your fault.” She can see the muscles in his jaw clench and a stab of pain flash through his eyes, momentarily breaking the darkness in them. “It’s not your fault,” she says again.
He nods once. The simple movement seems to sap the last of his energy because he visibly deflates then.
She swiftly reaches for him and sits on the edge of the couch beside him. She snakes an arm around his waist and gently urges him to lean on her. He melds into her side and droops his head onto her shoulder.
She can feel his breath on her neck as he heaves out a weighty sigh and then the warmth of his skin on hers as he takes her hand in his. Instinctively, she shifts closer to him and squeezes his hand in response.
She catches a glimpse of a sad but grateful smile on his face when she lifts her eyes to look at him and knows that in time, things will be all right. They will both be okay.
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