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Waiting {A Belle Series Ficlet}

This is a drabble prelude to the next oneshot I'm currently halfway through writing. It is rather sad.  

It's from Donna's POV, and there's no dialogue.  

Also, I used the term sweetheart for Donna to describe Ten.  Because boyfriend just sounded stupid. =P

Last line is from the 23rd Psalm.  I don't own it. 

As always, I don't own Ten, Donna or Doctor Who.  The BBC does.  Please read and enjoy...

She sits in a chair beside the bed upon which her daughter lies unconscious.  She takes the girl’s hand in hers, frowning at the cool limpness of it.   With her other hand, she wipes away tears that fall despite her valiant effort to hold them back.  She cannot cry here.  Not in front of her child. Not now.

            She feels a hand on her shoulder and knows it’s her sweetheart.  Her mother and grandfather are also there, she sees them as they circle the end of the bed and seat themselves on the other side, not taking hold of her other hand, for the large reddish purple swelling there.  Reaching up, with her free hand, she grasps the hand of her sweetheart, drawing strength from his touch.  He bends to shift her, and she allows it, he lifts her, seats himself on the chair, and pulls her into his lap.  She rests her head on his chest, not taking her eyes off her daughter, nor letting go of her hand.  The room fills with the sound of a soft Gallifreyan song, hummed by her sweetheart. 

            First stage coma.  That’s what the doctors had said the child was in.  If it progressed to second stage, she’d die.   Her Doctor had allowed some of the native doctors into the TARDIS lab to help him modify their anti toxin to be used on a human, but there was no certainty in the outcome.  They would have to wait.

            She shifts in her sweetheart’s lap.  She thinks about the documents that had just been finalized.  Her heart clenches as she wonders if the first time they formally used Isabelle Renee Noble-Smith, it would also be the last time.  She shudders, feels her sweetheart grip her tighter to him, and tries to force those thoughts out of her head. 

            She wonders not for the first time, if there actually is a God, and if so she prays fervently for her daughter.  She tries to optimistic.  Knows she needs to be, not just for herself, but for her sweetheart, who’s lost so many people, including his first family, and for her mother and grandfather.  Most of all for the child lying in the bed, that she loves more than life itself.

            But deep in the recesses of her mind, words she last heard spoken when her father was laid to rest float up.

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want…


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Jun. 14th, 2012 11:20 am (UTC)
Oh my. This is heartbreaking. And if this is the buildup to the other story then wow, very wow. </p>

Grammar has alluded me :)

Jun. 15th, 2012 12:24 am (UTC)
Thank you for your comments. Its not quite a build up, as much as a sneak peak type of thing. I think I used the wrong word...

Jun. 14th, 2012 12:04 pm (UTC)
Heartbreaking and beautiful
Jun. 15th, 2012 12:25 am (UTC)
Thank you. =)

Jun. 14th, 2012 01:00 pm (UTC)
*sniff* I'll just go over here for a moment while they... *sob*
Jun. 15th, 2012 12:26 am (UTC)
*hands you tissues* =)

Thank you for your comments.

Jun. 14th, 2012 03:33 pm (UTC)
This was lovely, and sweet, and tender, and heart-wrenching. I am assuming this is the prequel to the story of how Belle got her "web". I look forward to that.

I think *I* would have used the term "love", instead of "sweetheart". To me, it is indicative of a deeper and more intense bond. And why refer to Belle as "her" daughter, instead of "their" daughter? Just curious.

Jun. 15th, 2012 12:33 am (UTC)
Thank you, I'm glad you liked it. It's actually not a prequel to Belle getting her web. It's post Martha and Mickey's wedding. I already did the story of her getting the web.

I used "sweetheart" because it was the term I'm most comfortable with. I like "love", just not as much.

This was from Donna's sole point of view so it reflected just her thoughts not necessarily Ten's as well even though Belle is their daughter not just hers. I based this idea off a friend of mine who's daughter was hospitalized for seizures and she kept referring to their daughter as hers even though her husband was there as well.

Thank you so much for the comments.


Edited at 2012-06-15 12:34 am (UTC)
Jun. 15th, 2012 12:10 am (UTC)
This is amazingly beautiful in a very sad way ! Amazing description of feelings !
Great little piece of work you have done here !
Jun. 15th, 2012 12:34 am (UTC)
Glad you liked it. Thank you so much for the comments.

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