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DW fic: The Kindess of a Time Lord
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a_phoenixdragon because I forgot her birthday. This is old - very old, with a distinctive Ten-era sensibility - but I thought you'd like it.
So - Happy Belated Birthday dearest. ♥
(Masterpost for my Not the Last 'verse here)
Summary: The Seeker ties up a loose end.
Setting: Tricky. I think there is some timey-wimey going on. For the Seeker post-A Good Day. For the Doctor, late Seeker's 'verse Ten.
Characters: The Seeker, the Tenth Doctor, Daughter of the Family-of-Blood.
Rating: Teen probably
Genre: Dark
Wordcount: Just over 400 words
The Kindess of a Time Lord
Daughter-Sister of the Family of Blood heard footsteps when there should have been none, and she feared.
She could see scenes of life from all the worlds through her looking glass - so much life, so many people - but only once a year did any sound at all intrude into her prison.
And it had not yet been a year.
With something that might once have been hope she remembered the man - the only one, ever - who had looked through the glass. Had seen her, broken the walls of silence.
But, although she often saw him on the other side, he had never again acknowledged that he knew she was there, never reached out a second time. Then again, she could tell that he too was a prisoner of the Doctor’s...
Finally a figure came into view - a young-looking man that she didn’t recognise. Tall, black hair, green eyes... and a Time Lord. She could smell it - so much life, so much freedom, so much power, it wasn’t fair - and wondered what he was doing here.
“Well this place sure isn’t easy to find,” he said lightly, before crouching down before her:
“Hello. I believe you’re the youngest member of the Family of Blood, am I right?”
She nodded, and asked a question of her own:
“Who are you?”
He tilted his head, studying her. “Doesn’t matter. But I think my father spoke to you once?”
She nodded again. If he was a Time Lord he must have changed his face; he had to be the child she had watched growing up, the blond boy the Doctor doted on. The son of his enemy...
“Only once. And I don’t think you should be here. If the Doctor finds out he will punish you.”
Slowly he shook his head; a small, reluctant smile at the corner of his mouth.
“Trust me, he... can’t. Just tell me little girl - do you know where the rest of your family is?”
She nodded for a third time, and he listened carefully as she explained. Then, finally, she asked the question she’d wanted to ask ever since she first heard his footsteps.
“Stranger - why have you come?”
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead he reached inside his coat and brought out a tool (weapon?) that she’d never seen before - the coldness of the brushed metal at odds with the sadness in his eyes.
“I’ve come to offer you a choice.”
*
Several months later the Doctor, arriving for his annual visit, found his mirror-prison empty. After staring for a moment in shocked disbelief, he noticed a Post-It note stuck to the glass, bearing only a few words.
a_phoenixdragon because I forgot her birthday. This is old - very old, with a distinctive Ten-era sensibility - but I thought you'd like it. So - Happy Belated Birthday dearest. ♥
(Masterpost for my Not the Last 'verse here)
Summary: The Seeker ties up a loose end.
Setting: Tricky. I think there is some timey-wimey going on. For the Seeker post-A Good Day. For the Doctor, late Seeker's 'verse Ten.
Characters: The Seeker, the Tenth Doctor, Daughter of the Family-of-Blood.
Rating: Teen probably
Genre: Dark
Wordcount: Just over 400 words
Daughter-Sister of the Family of Blood heard footsteps when there should have been none, and she feared.
She could see scenes of life from all the worlds through her looking glass - so much life, so many people - but only once a year did any sound at all intrude into her prison.
And it had not yet been a year.
With something that might once have been hope she remembered the man - the only one, ever - who had looked through the glass. Had seen her, broken the walls of silence.
But, although she often saw him on the other side, he had never again acknowledged that he knew she was there, never reached out a second time. Then again, she could tell that he too was a prisoner of the Doctor’s...
Finally a figure came into view - a young-looking man that she didn’t recognise. Tall, black hair, green eyes... and a Time Lord. She could smell it - so much life, so much freedom, so much power, it wasn’t fair - and wondered what he was doing here.
“Well this place sure isn’t easy to find,” he said lightly, before crouching down before her:
“Hello. I believe you’re the youngest member of the Family of Blood, am I right?”
She nodded, and asked a question of her own:
“Who are you?”
He tilted his head, studying her. “Doesn’t matter. But I think my father spoke to you once?”
She nodded again. If he was a Time Lord he must have changed his face; he had to be the child she had watched growing up, the blond boy the Doctor doted on. The son of his enemy...
“Only once. And I don’t think you should be here. If the Doctor finds out he will punish you.”
Slowly he shook his head; a small, reluctant smile at the corner of his mouth.
“Trust me, he... can’t. Just tell me little girl - do you know where the rest of your family is?”
She nodded for a third time, and he listened carefully as she explained. Then, finally, she asked the question she’d wanted to ask ever since she first heard his footsteps.
“Stranger - why have you come?”
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead he reached inside his coat and brought out a tool (weapon?) that she’d never seen before - the coldness of the brushed metal at odds with the sadness in his eyes.
“I’ve come to offer you a choice.”
Several months later the Doctor, arriving for his annual visit, found his mirror-prison empty. After staring for a moment in shocked disbelief, he noticed a Post-It note stuck to the glass, bearing only a few words.
I’m sorry.
S.
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And I've had this sitting in a folder SO LONG. I had to save it until he was older - and yet, it's very much a Ten-era story. So I tried to make it fit. Not sure if it's 'canon' as it were, but I always liked it.
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Thank you, dearest lady...thank you!!
*HUGS*
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♥ Thought you'd like it! Am glad I was right. :)
I do love it when the Seeker cleans up the messes the Doctor refuses to acknowledge.
I had to do the timey-wimey, as the Family of Blood is very much tied up with the Tenth Doctor's issues (I absolutely believe that Eleven would let them go), but the Seeker would have heard of them way back when (Alien Abduction), and come this point in his life he's not worried about interfering anymore. Or about killing...
Thank you, dearest lady...thank you!!
TOTALLY my pleasure. And you certainly deserve something, I only wish I had something a little bigger.
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(I have an idea that Ten tries to quiz 'his' Seeker (age maybe 100?) about what happened, and the Seeker of course won't have a clue. But it'll start a very slow process of trying to figure out the truth, eventually closing this loop two centuries later.)
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