![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
Timely Lovers Part 2: The Cosmic Kids. Epilogue
As the subject line says, this is an epilogue to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_redjay's lovely Seeker/Roda fic The Cosmic Kids (future!fic - he's on his second regeneration). It wasn't really planned, it just sort of happened.
Summary: It's an epilogue. It wraps things up.
Setting: Takes place immediately following the other story.
Characters: Roda/Second Seeker + cameo by (gasp!) canon character
Rating: PG-13.
Wordcount: 1114 words.
Feedback: *laughs* If more than one person reads this, I'll be shocked. Shocked I tells ya!
Epilogue
The pillow talk was interrupted by a faint voice calling "Roda?"
Roda and the Seeker looked at each other, before glancing around at the scattered clothing strewn around the room and their own nakedness. The Seeker bit his lip, trying to stop from laughing.
"I'll go," he finally said. "You know what he'll be like, and there's no need for you to have to deal with that on top of everything I've already thrown at you."
Roda reached up, hand on his cheek, searching his face, clearly making sure that he was sufficiently recovered... After all, he had been rather a mess when she'd answered his call. Leaning into the touch he felt the double pulse like a lifeline (the same, we are the same, time and eternity etched into our souls) and drew a deep breath. (It had been the right call, far more so than he'd suspected.)
"I'm fine, trust me."
Rooting around amongst the clothing he managed to locate his trousers, noting with a wince the dirt and the creases... The last 24 hours- he would not have worn his best trousers if he'd known what had been in store. Walking down the calming red corridors towards the control room, he remembered that his only plans had been a nice book in front of the fireplace. That seemed forever ago.
The Doctor stared at him with surprise (although given the fact that Roda was parked in his courtyard, it wasn't exactly illogical to find him here) and he could see the Doctor reaching the same conclusion, then tilting his head, as the Seeker leaned against the wall, feeling the soft hum against his skin and waiting.
"Sorry, but... Why-"
The Doctor's hand fluttered, and the Seeker tried to force his emotions down.
"I needed someone. Roda was kind enough to answer."
The surprise gave way to concern.
"Seeker, you know you can always-"
"Yes, but I don't want to sleep with you," he cut in, and the Doctor's mouth turned into a perfect o, as the semi-nudity registered properly.
"I- I'll come back later," he said finally, obviously discomforted, and the Seeker tilted his head.
"No worries - it doesn't bother me that you're here. But then that part of my education was overseen by Jack, as I'm sure you recall. Next time - presuming there is a next time - I'll put up a balloon if you want?"
He saw the flinch - miniscule though it was - and told himself that he was too old to still try to score points this way. Although the mention of Jack’s name reminded him that he would have to check up on Jack at some point. Of course Jack might just turn up looking for some TLC too. Or maybe he was just out there getting blind drunk... He wasn’t sure where Jack was in his timeline, so wasn’t sure where he’d go. Finding him might be difficult.
Looking away from the Doctor, the Seeker tiredly rubbed his face. If only he hadn't answered Jack's call, he'd have avoided tonight's heartache - avoided blood on his hands, avoided this new, unwanted feeling of helplessness. Yet he knew that if he hadn't, things would undoubtedly have turned out far worse. Not for him personally, but overall. And what was his own pain compared to that?
"Seeker?" Belatedly he realised that the Doctor had been trying to get his attention.
"What? Sorry, it's been... A long day. Evening. Thing." He raised his hand in a vague gesture. "If you need Roda, I'll fetch her for you. She might be dressed by now."
The Doctor studied him silently for a long moment, and the Seeker wondered just how long it'd be before his father knew. The Doctor wouldn't say anything (it was complicated, and the Doctor - by now - knew better than to interfere), but his father... For a split-second he recalled his first ever memory of Roda, beaten and subjugated, and shuddered to the very marrow of his bones. What was he doing feeling sorry for himself? He was the lucky one...
"Just- tell her I'll be in touch," the Doctor said, before rapidly exiting, and the Seeker slowly made his way back to Roda, almost collapsing back into her arms. It would seem that the events were finally catching up with him... He’d forgotten how exhausting emotions were.
“Seeker?” she asked, a frown digging into her brow as he struggled out of his trousers and started to make an attempt at undressing her again (he wanted to get back to where they’d been at before, that quiet calm and closeness). “How did it go?”
He shrugged.
“Oh, he very eloquently said nothing at all. And quite frankly I don’t care what he thinks. I just realised that I’ve not slept in... far too long, and I’m worn out. There was running - far too much running, I hate running; if you have to run, it means you’ve not planned properly.”
Managing to get her shirt off, as she’d gone still listening, he started on her blue-stained trousers (she’d made a right mess of them, all for his sake... something caught in his throat at the thought of that), even as he kept talking.
“And then there was the point when being a Time Lord translated into being judge, jury and executioner. And that was the easy part, comparatively...”
He let the sentence hang, as he wrapped his arms around her, feeling her cool skin against his own and the soothing thrum of four hearts beating in unison, the TARDIS surrounding them, and his own planet beneath them - grounding them, grounding him.
(Everything felt right; his internal equilibrium slowly returning, like the tide coming in. Time, time, time... Everything that was, everything there would be - he let it wash over him, as he gently reached out and touched the very edge of Roda’s mind; that shared, fundamental awareness the final touching stone in allowing his mind to let go, as he with a sigh sank back into the sofa, pulling her with him.)
Roda, sensing that he was slipping out of consciousness, kissed him on the forehead, and curled up with her head on his chest.
She didn’t sleep for a long time, however - her mind ticking over, restless. Somehow she would have to work out what this meant. The Master’s son - all grown up, all his own - and he had fled into her arms. Tracing patterns on his gently rising chest as he slept the deep, senseless sleep of pure exhaustion, she marvelled at the level of trust he was placing in her. Sex was one thing, but sleep...
Smiling, she finally closed her eyes.
Sleeping together.
How very apt.
~fin~
the_redjay's lovely Seeker/Roda fic The Cosmic Kids (future!fic - he's on his second regeneration). It wasn't really planned, it just sort of happened. Summary: It's an epilogue. It wraps things up.
Setting: Takes place immediately following the other story.
Characters: Roda/Second Seeker + cameo by (gasp!) canon character
Rating: PG-13.
Wordcount: 1114 words.
Feedback: *laughs* If more than one person reads this, I'll be shocked. Shocked I tells ya!
The pillow talk was interrupted by a faint voice calling "Roda?"
Roda and the Seeker looked at each other, before glancing around at the scattered clothing strewn around the room and their own nakedness. The Seeker bit his lip, trying to stop from laughing.
"I'll go," he finally said. "You know what he'll be like, and there's no need for you to have to deal with that on top of everything I've already thrown at you."
Roda reached up, hand on his cheek, searching his face, clearly making sure that he was sufficiently recovered... After all, he had been rather a mess when she'd answered his call. Leaning into the touch he felt the double pulse like a lifeline (the same, we are the same, time and eternity etched into our souls) and drew a deep breath. (It had been the right call, far more so than he'd suspected.)
"I'm fine, trust me."
Rooting around amongst the clothing he managed to locate his trousers, noting with a wince the dirt and the creases... The last 24 hours- he would not have worn his best trousers if he'd known what had been in store. Walking down the calming red corridors towards the control room, he remembered that his only plans had been a nice book in front of the fireplace. That seemed forever ago.
The Doctor stared at him with surprise (although given the fact that Roda was parked in his courtyard, it wasn't exactly illogical to find him here) and he could see the Doctor reaching the same conclusion, then tilting his head, as the Seeker leaned against the wall, feeling the soft hum against his skin and waiting.
"Sorry, but... Why-"
The Doctor's hand fluttered, and the Seeker tried to force his emotions down.
"I needed someone. Roda was kind enough to answer."
The surprise gave way to concern.
"Seeker, you know you can always-"
"Yes, but I don't want to sleep with you," he cut in, and the Doctor's mouth turned into a perfect o, as the semi-nudity registered properly.
"I- I'll come back later," he said finally, obviously discomforted, and the Seeker tilted his head.
"No worries - it doesn't bother me that you're here. But then that part of my education was overseen by Jack, as I'm sure you recall. Next time - presuming there is a next time - I'll put up a balloon if you want?"
He saw the flinch - miniscule though it was - and told himself that he was too old to still try to score points this way. Although the mention of Jack’s name reminded him that he would have to check up on Jack at some point. Of course Jack might just turn up looking for some TLC too. Or maybe he was just out there getting blind drunk... He wasn’t sure where Jack was in his timeline, so wasn’t sure where he’d go. Finding him might be difficult.
Looking away from the Doctor, the Seeker tiredly rubbed his face. If only he hadn't answered Jack's call, he'd have avoided tonight's heartache - avoided blood on his hands, avoided this new, unwanted feeling of helplessness. Yet he knew that if he hadn't, things would undoubtedly have turned out far worse. Not for him personally, but overall. And what was his own pain compared to that?
"Seeker?" Belatedly he realised that the Doctor had been trying to get his attention.
"What? Sorry, it's been... A long day. Evening. Thing." He raised his hand in a vague gesture. "If you need Roda, I'll fetch her for you. She might be dressed by now."
The Doctor studied him silently for a long moment, and the Seeker wondered just how long it'd be before his father knew. The Doctor wouldn't say anything (it was complicated, and the Doctor - by now - knew better than to interfere), but his father... For a split-second he recalled his first ever memory of Roda, beaten and subjugated, and shuddered to the very marrow of his bones. What was he doing feeling sorry for himself? He was the lucky one...
"Just- tell her I'll be in touch," the Doctor said, before rapidly exiting, and the Seeker slowly made his way back to Roda, almost collapsing back into her arms. It would seem that the events were finally catching up with him... He’d forgotten how exhausting emotions were.
“Seeker?” she asked, a frown digging into her brow as he struggled out of his trousers and started to make an attempt at undressing her again (he wanted to get back to where they’d been at before, that quiet calm and closeness). “How did it go?”
He shrugged.
“Oh, he very eloquently said nothing at all. And quite frankly I don’t care what he thinks. I just realised that I’ve not slept in... far too long, and I’m worn out. There was running - far too much running, I hate running; if you have to run, it means you’ve not planned properly.”
Managing to get her shirt off, as she’d gone still listening, he started on her blue-stained trousers (she’d made a right mess of them, all for his sake... something caught in his throat at the thought of that), even as he kept talking.
“And then there was the point when being a Time Lord translated into being judge, jury and executioner. And that was the easy part, comparatively...”
He let the sentence hang, as he wrapped his arms around her, feeling her cool skin against his own and the soothing thrum of four hearts beating in unison, the TARDIS surrounding them, and his own planet beneath them - grounding them, grounding him.
(Everything felt right; his internal equilibrium slowly returning, like the tide coming in. Time, time, time... Everything that was, everything there would be - he let it wash over him, as he gently reached out and touched the very edge of Roda’s mind; that shared, fundamental awareness the final touching stone in allowing his mind to let go, as he with a sigh sank back into the sofa, pulling her with him.)
Roda, sensing that he was slipping out of consciousness, kissed him on the forehead, and curled up with her head on his chest.
She didn’t sleep for a long time, however - her mind ticking over, restless. Somehow she would have to work out what this meant. The Master’s son - all grown up, all his own - and he had fled into her arms. Tracing patterns on his gently rising chest as he slept the deep, senseless sleep of pure exhaustion, she marvelled at the level of trust he was placing in her. Sex was one thing, but sleep...
Smiling, she finally closed her eyes.
Sleeping together.
How very apt.
no subject
Beautiful epilogue, bb!!
*SMISHES YOU*
no subject
♥
And is it bad that I giggled a little (maybe even maliciously) at the Doctor being flustered?
Not at all! Well, maybe a little. But that's OK. (Eleven is far too much fun when flustered...)
Then again, one wonders if he had ever loved Roda and had been unable to be with her (in a sense). Naughty Seeker.
Well, that wouldn't be the Seeker's fault. (He's ridiculously practical & pragmatic, my Time Lord.)
I'm so happy he found solace with her. And that she answered his call. She really was the best person for him to see.
I REALLY REALLY WISH I COULD WORK HER INTO MY 'VERSE. Might have to restructure her story in order to do so...
Beautiful epilogue, bb!!
Thank you for reading sweetie! ♥
no subject
I've said all the words but I will say them again. I love this.
no subject
no subject
♥
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
But that being said...*giggles harder*
no subject
Roda: It'd be like kissing my-
Eleven: No. No no no no no.
Roda: No.
no subject
charming.no subject