Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

Light the Fire

I don't know where this one came from.  But here it is.  For some reason it demanded to be written.

It's set at the end of Journey's End.  I may not have gotten events in quite the right order.

I made up the Gallifreyan words at the end.

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

It begins shortly after Rose is sent to serve her exile in the parallel universe.  It’s a niggling pain in the back of her head that increases slowly at first, while she, the Doctor, and the Duplicate Doctor are piloting the TARDIS back to their universe, and closing the gaps.  The pain begins to lance it’s way across her forehead by the time she’s talking about Feldspoon, mountains that move, and Charlie Chaplin.  She notices the repetition of her words, and seeing the Doctors’ faces, she knows they notice as well.  Flashes of the Doctor’s mind go through possible solutions, because she knows if nothing’s done she’s going to die. 

      The pain passes migraine strength and she starts to see things through a gold blur.  She remembers Gramps talking of cataracts and how his sight diminished with those before he got corrective surgery, and she reckons it might have been like this.  Without the gold tint though.  She can hear the Doctors arguing over what should be done and she hears the panic in the Time Lord Doctor’s voice.  She swears she hears him say he loves her.  Not best mate kind of love, but romantic love.  If she could see straight, and was capable of coherent speech, she’d scoff at that.  She must have been hearing things.  Yes.  That’s it.  She was hearing things.  There’s a dull roar that’s been steadily getting louder.  That’s why she heard wrong.  He didn’t, couldn’t love her that way. 

      The Doctors’ voices get dimmer as the roar gets louder.  She’s pretty sure she’s dying now, because images of her life are passing before her and they say when you die, your life flashes before your eyes.  Oddly some of these images are of a place with red grass, an orange sky, trees with silver leaves, and an enormous glass like globe with buildings inside.  Somewhere something tells her those aren’t her memories.  “If it was in his head, it’s in yours,” this inner voice says.  She finds among his memories, and thoughts that he does love her that way.  And she finds she loves him too.  But it’s too late.

      More images of her own life pass, and the roar gets even louder as the pain seems to hit a crushing crescendo filled with a heat she knows is internal though she can’t make sense of why.  Very very dimly, she registers her body is on the grating of the console room, and she must stand up.  She must.  It’s imperative that she stand up.  The heat grows more and more intense, the excruciating pain that started in her head has now consumed her whole body.   And over the roar she hears voices.  One is shouting, the other might be crying.  She can’t tell.  “I love you, Doctor,” she thinks.  “Goodbye.

Then sight, sound, touch, everything externally sensed is suddenly gone, replaced by an extreme sense of urgency and impending action.  She finds her muscles and bones are acting almost of their own accord, and pushing her upright. The feeling of burning is all she knows now.  Hotter and hotter until it ignites.

And the fire consumes her.


It’s quiet.  A velvety darkness is all she’s aware of.  It’s cool too.  There’s no pain.  There is just nothing but darkness, coolness, and thought.  There would have to be thought or else how would she be aware of anything.  Slowly other senses begin to return.  Distant voices growing ever louder (is that Gramps?).  Hands (she thinks they’re hands anyhow) touching her…arms?  Yes.  Hands.  She can feel the fingers.  Arms, yes.  She can feel that’s what they are.  Other parts of her body make themselves known as she attempts movement, not sure if she’s successful yet.  Legs, feet, hands, fingers, heart beating quite rapidly…wait…not beating rapidly.  Two different beats.  Two hearts.  Wizard. 

Memories begin to assert themselves next, after she catalogues all her biological functions.  From her childhood, to her recent past to the events leading up to what happened, which her new larger capacity Time Lady brain is telling her was regeneration.  The Earth gone missing.  The trip to the Shadow Proclamation, Medusa Cascade, finding Earth, Rose’s return, the Doctor’s half regeneration, the Dalek ship, being locked in the TARDIS, touching the hand, the Duplicate’s creation, her becoming the DoctorDonna, Creation being saved.  The memories keep coming in faster and faster.  She feels her body tensing as the memories become flashes, her eyes snap open, and she sits up. 

There are two people in there with her.  One is her Gramps (so she had heard him earlier), and the other is the Duplicate Doctor.  The Time Lord is nowhere to be found.  They rush to support her as her body as the newly regenerated musculature and skeletal system are still slightly out of whack and she’s sort of falling sideways off what she now recognizes is her bed in her room on the TARDIS.  She holds on to them weakly, giving both a kiss on their cheeks, but what she really wants is the Doctor.  The Time Lord Doctor.  She wants to tell him she loves him.  She wants to hear him say he loves her.  She knows she can’t feel like she’s home until that happens. 

And then he’s there.  She feels her Gramps and the Duplicate Doctor (as soon as everything calms down, she swears the Duplicate is going to get a real name) move aside and the Time Lord fold her in his arms.  She feels him press his face into her neck, and she feels his tears.  She holds him to her as tightly as her current state allows and they rock together.  He leans back, frames her face with his hands and with a gentleness she always knew he possessed, kisses her lips sweetly and chastely.  Then she’s folded back up in his arms and they’re rocking again.  She hears him whispering words softly over and over into her hair.  Her newfound knowledge tells her it’s Gallifreyan.  She listens again. 

Ishnari eiy. Ishnari eiy.” My beloved

She’s home.


( 17 Thoughts — Thoughts )
Apr. 25th, 2013 07:50 am (UTC)
A wonderful fic.
I like it!
Your description of the regeneration is really great : lots of details and the description of the feelings : whaoh!

And the end : so sweet and romantic.

Thank you for this fic
Apr. 25th, 2013 04:34 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I'm so glad you liked it.

~Ali ♥
Apr. 25th, 2013 08:23 am (UTC)
This is brilliant... I always like the rewrite of this part of DW.
You did a very fine job of this.
Thanks for sharing this little gem with us :D !
Apr. 25th, 2013 04:36 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad you liked it. :) Thank you for the comments.

~Ali ♥
Apr. 25th, 2013 03:50 pm (UTC)
[We really need a "Donna Regenerating" icon!]

Oh, Ali, this was beautiful. I'm sure you meant this as a one-off, but I would love to read more about this new Time Family. (I know, there's Belle to be done.)

I admit, though, to being curious as to the why the Duplicate (and yes, he really does need a name!) didn't stay with Rose in exile. And of course, Donna wouldn't ever think the Doctor could possible love her. It takes regenerating and being able to read his thoughts to make her believe it. Silly Time Lady. :D

Lovely, as usual.

Apr. 25th, 2013 04:39 pm (UTC)
[We do need a Donna regenerating icon. :D]

I did mean it as a one off, but perhaps I can go a little further with this one with the reasons the Duplicate didn't stay with Rose, and him getting a name.

Poor Donna has a hard time thinking anyone could love her, aside from Wilf and her dad. :(

I'm glad you liked it, and thank you for the comments.

~Ali ♥

Edited at 2013-04-25 08:31 pm (UTC)
Apr. 26th, 2013 03:12 pm (UTC)
I'll take whatever you care to give us. YOur stories always give me a lift. :D

Apr. 26th, 2013 04:07 pm (UTC)
Awww. They do? :D
Apr. 26th, 2013 04:08 pm (UTC)
Of course! :D
Apr. 26th, 2013 04:15 pm (UTC)
That makes me happy. :)
Apr. 25th, 2013 07:44 pm (UTC)
Oooh, I love the concept of Donna staying by regenerating. And then you added in romance... *happy sigh*
Apr. 25th, 2013 08:30 pm (UTC)
And there's the Donna regenerating icon. :D

I'm glad you liked it. :) Thank you for the comments.

~Ali ♥
Apr. 26th, 2013 05:55 am (UTC)
Whew! Regeneration and how things OUGHT to have been! Thank you! :D

And I add to the request to see what happened that the Duplicate remained with them, and what name he gets here. One simple sequel will be enough. Just to answer those questions.

Again, so glad you're back! Now if my muse would work on my Camp NaNo story so I can make word count goal overall... *sighs* Hope your muse is being more cooperative than mine is.
Apr. 26th, 2013 04:10 pm (UTC)
Regeneration should have happened at the very least. Donna deserved/deserves better.

As for continuing in this mini-verse, it seems to be popular idea, so I think I'm gonna work with it. :)

I would t say my muse is fully returned. If it was, I could get the Belle series finished. :/ But it's tentatively coming around giving me little ideas here and there. I am glad to be back writing though.

Thank you so much for the comments and I'm glad you liked it.

~Ali ♥

Edited at 2013-04-26 04:14 pm (UTC)
May. 2nd, 2013 12:02 pm (UTC)
For some reason your Gallifreyan made me go all wibbly. Love it!
May. 6th, 2013 06:28 am (UTC)
Thank you! =) I'm glad you liked it.

~Ali ♥
Nov. 25th, 2015 08:57 am (UTC)
Nice touch at the end; I like your choice of phonemes.
( 17 Thoughts — Thoughts )