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[Fandom Muses] May Prompt (Word)
May. 18th, 2008 10:51 pmDate
“You be a good dog, K-9. I’m sure Sarah Jane will find you soon enough. She’s a bright girl, that one. You’ll love her.”
His brow furrowed as he turned on the sonic screwdriver to seal the box shut. The smile that had been on his face moments ago when chatting with the mechanical canine was now gone. In place, the Doctor’s lips were pursed close together, thoughtful and sad. He had purchased this unit off the stock only a few days ago and downloaded K-9’s personality file from the ship. He’d be the perfect companion for Sarah Jane. The companion he knew he could no longer provide.
It was dangerous, what he was doing. Messing about with time like this could lead to a multitude of paradoxes. The Doctor had to be careful. He couldn’t be caught. She wasn’t supposed to meet him until that date in the future, when suspicious circumstances at Deffry Vale School brought them together again. Timey wimey stuff and the like. Still, he had double checked. Lavinia Smith was out of town. Sarah Jane Smith was at the office. No one would catch him leaving a package in the attic for Sarah to find years later.
“Goodbye, old boy,” he whispered.
The Doctor stood there for a moment more in quiet contemplation. He knew that she’d someday find the box and K-9 would be reactivated, only to eventually fail her. Still. It was something. An apology of some sorts maybe, triggered by farewells to Martha and Jack, triggered by Astrid’s death.
Nostalgia never became him, except in those dark moments of time.
He nodded and turned, quietly closing the attic door behind him. Soon enough, she would find K-9. It wouldn’t be the same to her as having him about - “You were my life.”; the words echoed in his mind - but perhaps it would be a start.
***
( Cut for length and slight sexual situations. )
[ooc: special thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
telyn_timber for help in brainstorming and sarahs_attic for the beta’ing]
“You be a good dog, K-9. I’m sure Sarah Jane will find you soon enough. She’s a bright girl, that one. You’ll love her.”
His brow furrowed as he turned on the sonic screwdriver to seal the box shut. The smile that had been on his face moments ago when chatting with the mechanical canine was now gone. In place, the Doctor’s lips were pursed close together, thoughtful and sad. He had purchased this unit off the stock only a few days ago and downloaded K-9’s personality file from the ship. He’d be the perfect companion for Sarah Jane. The companion he knew he could no longer provide.
It was dangerous, what he was doing. Messing about with time like this could lead to a multitude of paradoxes. The Doctor had to be careful. He couldn’t be caught. She wasn’t supposed to meet him until that date in the future, when suspicious circumstances at Deffry Vale School brought them together again. Timey wimey stuff and the like. Still, he had double checked. Lavinia Smith was out of town. Sarah Jane Smith was at the office. No one would catch him leaving a package in the attic for Sarah to find years later.
“Goodbye, old boy,” he whispered.
The Doctor stood there for a moment more in quiet contemplation. He knew that she’d someday find the box and K-9 would be reactivated, only to eventually fail her. Still. It was something. An apology of some sorts maybe, triggered by farewells to Martha and Jack, triggered by Astrid’s death.
Nostalgia never became him, except in those dark moments of time.
He nodded and turned, quietly closing the attic door behind him. Soon enough, she would find K-9. It wouldn’t be the same to her as having him about - “You were my life.”; the words echoed in his mind - but perhaps it would be a start.
***
( Cut for length and slight sexual situations. )
[ooc: special thanks to
telyn_timber for help in brainstorming and sarahs_attic for the beta’ing]
