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Doctor Who fic: Wayward Son

Title:  Wayward Son
Characters:  Ten; TenII/Rose
Genre:  Alternate Universe;  Angst; Character Study; Het; Romance
Author's Description:  Set mostly in the AU of Pete's World; TenII hits a big snag in his efforts to forge a new life with Rose and finds himself facing an unexpected identify crisis.
Length:  WIP
Rating:  Teen for slight swearing

Chapter 2 is almost finished!  Thanks for everyone's encouragement.  Not quite sure where I'm going with this, but it will end in fluff.  It's a story that's been haunting me for months.

He came here often to this lonely beach, just to stand and stare stoically at the waves crashing against the rocks and sand. His brown long coat flapped in the brisk wind as he stood tall and stock-still, seemingly waiting for something that never appeared. Often he felt a chill, but it wasn’t from the frigid wind or stinging salt spray. The cold he felt was within his hearts as he contemplated the decades, if not centuries, of losses that seemed to converge on this spot.

In truth, it wasn’t exactly on this spot that the painful losses had occurred. Only the most recent and devastating losses had happened here, and not really here. Across the Void between universes, on a beach very, very much like this one -- almost identical, in fact -- was a Beach in another Norway. Dårlig Ulv Stranden it was called in the other universe. Bad Wolf Bay. Here, it was known only as Ulv Stranden, and although nothing of any consequence had actually happened here in his personal timeline, it was as close as he could get to that other place. Here, he knew, the bubbles of the two universes rubbed closely together. Only a relatively thin layer, separated by the Void, existed here, allowing him the illusion that he was as close as he could get without bursting through the walls. That he could almost touch, almost feel, what was on the other side.

But to break through would destroy both universes, as well he knew. He had sealed a breach himself, not so very long ago, truncating a series of timelines that had personal significance to him. He was a Time Lord. He was the Last of the Time Lords. It was his responsibility to maintain timelines in an orderly fashion and protect the multiverse, even at the expense of his own interests. His own personal happiness, and that of others he cared deeply for, did not enter into the equation. He had done what needed to be done, and now he felt more alone than he ever thought he could be. His hearts seemed trapped there, calling plaintively to him, drawing him back to this deserted and desolate beach time and time again. Yet, he had no choice but to go on; he was the Last Time Lord, the only one remaining to ensure chaos did not reign across the multiverse. It was his fault that there were no others, he wordlessly admonished himself, so he deserved no less.

Thin, pin-striped legs felt as if they were stone pillars as he turned slowly back to a bold, blue police box set starkly on the sand. Crossing the space in long, weary strides, he reached the doors to the blue box and pushed the right panel open, taking one long last look before he disappeared into the interior.

A sound older than the universe itself, a wheezing, haunting song, drifted over the wind as the blue police box faded away. It left a small square imprint on the wet sand as the tide came in to lick at its borders, as it had so many times before.


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Dec. 29th, 2011 02:12 am (UTC)
Ooo, I like where this is going.

I love how you wrote this bit of Character Study; it was magnificent. :)
Dec. 29th, 2011 02:36 am (UTC)
Ooh thanks! I'm so glad you like it so far. Had only a few paragraphs of ch2 to go when hubby needed some well-deserved attention. So now we're sitting on the couch watching Peter Gabriel's New Blood blu-ray I got for Christmas. Hope to finish the chapter tonight.
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