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trillianastra) wrote2009-12-02 08:20 pm
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Fic: Healing [Doctor Who/Stargate Universe]
Title: Healing
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trillianastra
Character(s): Ninth Doctor, the TARDIS, Destiny,
Prompt: Stargate Universe/ Doctor Who; Nine, Destiny ; on the way to healing foremeraldsnakes
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Spoilers/Warnings: Pre-“Air” for SGU. Pre-“Rose” for Doctor Who, but references to the Time War. Thus, lots of Time Lord-sized angst.
Disclaimer: Neither Doctor Who nor Stargate Universe belong to me. This is written purely for entertainment, no copyright infringement intended.
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consci_fan_mo.
Stunned, and reeling from the realisation of the sudden, silent absence in his head, the Doctor stumbled into his TARDIS. The ship was damaged, and didn’t want to have to move, but he knew they had to. Nevertheless, it pained him to hear a dozen or so different circuits protesting as he programmed a course and sent the ship hurtling through the Vortex.
He hadn’t programmed a specific destination, just told the ship to find somewhere safe, quiet, preferably devoid of any kind of intelligent life. As the Doctor leant against the tattered old captain’s chair, the TARDIS pushed the knowledge of the damage she had suffered to one side, and searched her databanks for somewhere suitable.
It didn’t take long. Soon the Doctor felt his ship slow down and eventually materialise somewhere. He didn’t open the doors straight away, but when he did, he stepped out to find himself in a large, high-ceilinged room. From the décor, and the consoles with darkened screens, he guessed he was on a ship of some kind. Wherever he was, he couldn’t see or hear any people in the vicinity.
Any other day, he might have smiled. Today he simply laid a hand flat against the TARDIS’ panelling, and said thank you. The ship hummed softly in acknowledgement.
The Doctor stepped away from his ship, looking around more out of habit than anything else, and stopped abruptly when he saw the huge metal circle that occupied one end of the room, with stairs either side and a small balcony above it. Checking the symbols engraved on the segments of the circle confirmed it – the TARDIS had brought him to a ship built by the Ascended, a race so old that they made the Time Lords look like…
He couldn’t finish that thought. He shuddered, and with a sigh he walked down the first corridor he saw. As he walked, he noticed lights turning themselves on, and realised that this ship must have been empty for a long time, conserving energy for the life support systems for the day that someone arrived.
The corridor he was walking along ended in an observation room, where a variety of seats were spaced around, for the hypothetical travellers on the ship to gaze out at the space through which they travelled. He looked out, realised that the ship was travelling faster-than-light, and frowned, wondering idly where the ship was going, and why it had been programmed to fly at FTL, but not through hyperspace, which would have been quicker by far.
He shook himself quickly. Whatever the Ascendeds’ reasons had been, the ship was here, and as far as he knew, he was the only lifeform on board. He resolved to take advantage of the peace, the lack of problems, while he could.
The Doctor stayed on board the ship for a long time. He wasn’t sure exactly how long, with no humans or other beings around. It didn’t matter. The TARDIS provided a little food, not that he ate much, and the Ascended ship’s life support systems were functioning remarkably well, considering that they had been unused for so long. He spent a lot of time in the observation room.
Days turned into weeks, and he was starting to feel the need for companionship again. There had been someone with him… before. Someone he’d cared about. Fitz, the TARDIS supplied quietly, and with that he remembered. He had known something was going to happen when he was summoned back there. He’d left Fitz in 21st-century Earth to keep him safe. He could go back there, he thought. It could be just like before.
Then he reached up, touched his face, and realised that he couldn’t. Too much was different. It would never be the way it had been. And Fitz… was on his own planet, living his own life. It wouldn’t be fair to go back. But he would need someone around… so he’d start moving around again, start going places again, and see if he could find someone he liked along the way.
Resolute, he took one, final look at the view from the observation room, then turned and walked back to the TARDIS. He was about to go inside when a nearby console caught his eye. Standing in front of it, he studied the text visible, and found that though his knowledge of the Ascendeds’ language was rusty, he could read just enough to use the console. He didn’t do much – just looked up the destination programmed into the autopilot. Or rather, he tried to, as the navigation programme was completely locked down. He did, however, find the name of the ship – Destiny.
As he read the name, he smiled to himself, for what felt like the first time in aeons.
Author:
trillianastraCharacter(s): Ninth Doctor, the TARDIS, Destiny,
Prompt: Stargate Universe/ Doctor Who; Nine, Destiny ; on the way to healing for
emeraldsnakesRating: PG-13 to be safe
Spoilers/Warnings: Pre-“Air” for SGU. Pre-“Rose” for Doctor Who, but references to the Time War. Thus, lots of Time Lord-sized angst.
Disclaimer: Neither Doctor Who nor Stargate Universe belong to me. This is written purely for entertainment, no copyright infringement intended.
Written for
consci_fan_mo.Stunned, and reeling from the realisation of the sudden, silent absence in his head, the Doctor stumbled into his TARDIS. The ship was damaged, and didn’t want to have to move, but he knew they had to. Nevertheless, it pained him to hear a dozen or so different circuits protesting as he programmed a course and sent the ship hurtling through the Vortex.
He hadn’t programmed a specific destination, just told the ship to find somewhere safe, quiet, preferably devoid of any kind of intelligent life. As the Doctor leant against the tattered old captain’s chair, the TARDIS pushed the knowledge of the damage she had suffered to one side, and searched her databanks for somewhere suitable.
It didn’t take long. Soon the Doctor felt his ship slow down and eventually materialise somewhere. He didn’t open the doors straight away, but when he did, he stepped out to find himself in a large, high-ceilinged room. From the décor, and the consoles with darkened screens, he guessed he was on a ship of some kind. Wherever he was, he couldn’t see or hear any people in the vicinity.
Any other day, he might have smiled. Today he simply laid a hand flat against the TARDIS’ panelling, and said thank you. The ship hummed softly in acknowledgement.
The Doctor stepped away from his ship, looking around more out of habit than anything else, and stopped abruptly when he saw the huge metal circle that occupied one end of the room, with stairs either side and a small balcony above it. Checking the symbols engraved on the segments of the circle confirmed it – the TARDIS had brought him to a ship built by the Ascended, a race so old that they made the Time Lords look like…
He couldn’t finish that thought. He shuddered, and with a sigh he walked down the first corridor he saw. As he walked, he noticed lights turning themselves on, and realised that this ship must have been empty for a long time, conserving energy for the life support systems for the day that someone arrived.
The corridor he was walking along ended in an observation room, where a variety of seats were spaced around, for the hypothetical travellers on the ship to gaze out at the space through which they travelled. He looked out, realised that the ship was travelling faster-than-light, and frowned, wondering idly where the ship was going, and why it had been programmed to fly at FTL, but not through hyperspace, which would have been quicker by far.
He shook himself quickly. Whatever the Ascendeds’ reasons had been, the ship was here, and as far as he knew, he was the only lifeform on board. He resolved to take advantage of the peace, the lack of problems, while he could.
The Doctor stayed on board the ship for a long time. He wasn’t sure exactly how long, with no humans or other beings around. It didn’t matter. The TARDIS provided a little food, not that he ate much, and the Ascended ship’s life support systems were functioning remarkably well, considering that they had been unused for so long. He spent a lot of time in the observation room.
Days turned into weeks, and he was starting to feel the need for companionship again. There had been someone with him… before. Someone he’d cared about. Fitz, the TARDIS supplied quietly, and with that he remembered. He had known something was going to happen when he was summoned back there. He’d left Fitz in 21st-century Earth to keep him safe. He could go back there, he thought. It could be just like before.
Then he reached up, touched his face, and realised that he couldn’t. Too much was different. It would never be the way it had been. And Fitz… was on his own planet, living his own life. It wouldn’t be fair to go back. But he would need someone around… so he’d start moving around again, start going places again, and see if he could find someone he liked along the way.
Resolute, he took one, final look at the view from the observation room, then turned and walked back to the TARDIS. He was about to go inside when a nearby console caught his eye. Standing in front of it, he studied the text visible, and found that though his knowledge of the Ascendeds’ language was rusty, he could read just enough to use the console. He didn’t do much – just looked up the destination programmed into the autopilot. Or rather, he tried to, as the navigation programme was completely locked down. He did, however, find the name of the ship – Destiny.
As he read the name, he smiled to himself, for what felt like the first time in aeons.