Doctor Who | Decay
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eponymous_roseTitle: Decay
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Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Ninth Doctor, Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler
Author's Note: I seem to be physically incapable of writing something cheerful for Nine.
They're silent, watching from the TARDIS as the smoke mushrooms up, billowing and spinning into ash, innumerable lives and possibilities snuffed out in cascades of flame.
Jack swallows, and the Doctor can barely hear him whisper a faint prayer, words out of place on a con man's lips. Rose steps forward, closer to the spectre of death. "Can't we go back?" she whispers. "Change it?"
"We can't," Jack says, and his voice is broken. "It doesn't work that way."
The Doctor touches the console, pauses, listens to the terrible stillness. "Shouldn't work this way, either," he says, and they disappear.
Author:
eponymous_roseWord Count: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Ninth Doctor, Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler
Author's Note: I seem to be physically incapable of writing something cheerful for Nine.
They're silent, watching from the TARDIS as the smoke mushrooms up, billowing and spinning into ash, innumerable lives and possibilities snuffed out in cascades of flame.
Jack swallows, and the Doctor can barely hear him whisper a faint prayer, words out of place on a con man's lips. Rose steps forward, closer to the spectre of death. "Can't we go back?" she whispers. "Change it?"
"We can't," Jack says, and his voice is broken. "It doesn't work that way."
The Doctor touches the console, pauses, listens to the terrible stillness. "Shouldn't work this way, either," he says, and they disappear.
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Date: 2008-01-28 10:49 pm (UTC)