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wintercompanion2007-10-27 11:49 am
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Jovialien: Daydreams... (Ten/Jack) [15]
Title: Daydreams...
Author/Artist/Vidder/...: Jovialien
Challenge: Darkness
Rating: 15
Spoilers/warnings: Utopia onwards
Summary: The Doctor has never been afraid of the dark...
Link to Fantasies...
http://community.livejournal.com/wintercompanion/24291.html
Author/Artist/Vidder/...: Jovialien
Challenge: Darkness
Rating: 15
Spoilers/warnings: Utopia onwards
Summary: The Doctor has never been afraid of the dark...
The Doctor has never been afraid of the dark. Dark held no fears for him like it did for his human companions, there were no bogeymen waiting to come out of the shadows and hurt him. At least that was what he had thought.
This wasn't just darkness. This was more than that. This was hell, without the hope of release. And it wasn't even his hell.
He was forced to sit, unmoving, silent in the dark but still able to see, able to sense them both. He knew his friend could see nothing at all, was completely blind even as the two ancient beings watched him hang there, alone and afraid (no, never afraid, merely... cautious). Jack could hear though, could hear the Master circling him and was trying in vain to anticipate where the next blow would fall, which part of his body would suffer next. And he.... He was saying nothing. Doing nothing. Not even really watching, letting his eyes go blind in the dim light and not watch as that beautiful skin was torn or as bruises raised to the surface slowly.
But he could hear. He could hear Jack's ragged breathing, the occasional stifled cry that he bit back so hard, so bravely. He could hear the ship moving through the sky, the hiss of the pipes running past the cell, the Master's chuckles, even Tish Jones' gentle sobs as she listened to the torment yet again and her mothers soft whispers telling her it was all going to be alright. He could hear their suffering, all their pain, and their voices kept whispering through his mind, "It's all your fault...." "You abandoned me.." "You need someone to stop you.." Their accusations playing over and over in his mind, running alongside the Master's soft voice crooning to him, whispering to him, loving him... And the worst part of it is they are right, they are all only saying the things he has thought so often, feared about himself. He is a monster, he doesn't deserve friends like these, good people who would follow him, love him, die for him...
With a shudder he snaps out of it as Jack cries out, unable to hold back the scream any longer. The Master sighs in satisfaction but it still isn't quite enough for him. So he plunges the knife into Jack's heart, stilling the cry before it has really begun, denying him even that small relief. Then he drops the knife and turns back to the Doctor, walking slowly over to him and leaning over him, cocooning him in his arms and pushing the voices from his head.
"You see? You see what your resistance buys them?" The Doctor nods slowly, unable to resist the comfort of his enemy's touch, letting his mere presence soothe him as he regains his strength, his armour slipping back into place even as his friends corpse mocks him silently. "It will soon all be over Doctor. Just you and me... It will all be fine, just fine." He sits impassive as he is wheeled away, trying not to still see that last look of anguish on Jack's face even though it is still blazing in front of his eyes.
It wasn't fine. It wouldn't be, not until he found a way to repay his friends. Even though it would almost destroy him to do it.
Not until he found the strength to be the Doctor they needed again.
Maybe then he would stop dreaming of them every night.
This wasn't just darkness. This was more than that. This was hell, without the hope of release. And it wasn't even his hell.
He was forced to sit, unmoving, silent in the dark but still able to see, able to sense them both. He knew his friend could see nothing at all, was completely blind even as the two ancient beings watched him hang there, alone and afraid (no, never afraid, merely... cautious). Jack could hear though, could hear the Master circling him and was trying in vain to anticipate where the next blow would fall, which part of his body would suffer next. And he.... He was saying nothing. Doing nothing. Not even really watching, letting his eyes go blind in the dim light and not watch as that beautiful skin was torn or as bruises raised to the surface slowly.
But he could hear. He could hear Jack's ragged breathing, the occasional stifled cry that he bit back so hard, so bravely. He could hear the ship moving through the sky, the hiss of the pipes running past the cell, the Master's chuckles, even Tish Jones' gentle sobs as she listened to the torment yet again and her mothers soft whispers telling her it was all going to be alright. He could hear their suffering, all their pain, and their voices kept whispering through his mind, "It's all your fault...." "You abandoned me.." "You need someone to stop you.." Their accusations playing over and over in his mind, running alongside the Master's soft voice crooning to him, whispering to him, loving him... And the worst part of it is they are right, they are all only saying the things he has thought so often, feared about himself. He is a monster, he doesn't deserve friends like these, good people who would follow him, love him, die for him...
With a shudder he snaps out of it as Jack cries out, unable to hold back the scream any longer. The Master sighs in satisfaction but it still isn't quite enough for him. So he plunges the knife into Jack's heart, stilling the cry before it has really begun, denying him even that small relief. Then he drops the knife and turns back to the Doctor, walking slowly over to him and leaning over him, cocooning him in his arms and pushing the voices from his head.
"You see? You see what your resistance buys them?" The Doctor nods slowly, unable to resist the comfort of his enemy's touch, letting his mere presence soothe him as he regains his strength, his armour slipping back into place even as his friends corpse mocks him silently. "It will soon all be over Doctor. Just you and me... It will all be fine, just fine." He sits impassive as he is wheeled away, trying not to still see that last look of anguish on Jack's face even though it is still blazing in front of his eyes.
It wasn't fine. It wouldn't be, not until he found a way to repay his friends. Even though it would almost destroy him to do it.
Not until he found the strength to be the Doctor they needed again.
Maybe then he would stop dreaming of them every night.
Link to Fantasies...
http://community.livejournal.com/wintercompanion/24291.html
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This was brilliant!
So powerful and painful and poignant and just...perfect! :D
*mems*
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Cheer luv!
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