title: mourning doves.
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doomsdayclocks
pairing: death/the doctor. Sort of.
fandom: doctor who/the sandman
rating: pg
summary: the doctor sees an old friend.
It’s not the first time that he’s seen her. Living the kind of life that he did, she never seemed to be far behind him. Only this time it was different, it used to be out of the corner of his eye. She’d be a flash of black hair and pale skin and the smell of graveyard flowers. It had never been like this before though, not once in all his years, all his regenerations did he ever see her close up.
Yet there she was, standing in the back of the crowd, dressed in all black, carrying a black lace parasol. He was almost angered by the sight. How dare she show her face at the funeral of his friend? Especially since it was her that had taken her from him.
“It’s a bit strange to see you here,” he said after circling around a twisted oak tree and stopping to stand just beside her.
She looked over at him and tilted her head, a quizzical look on her face. “In a cemetery? Is it really that strange?” She laughed softly, covering her hand with a gloved hand. “Where else do you expect to see me, Doctor?”
“I don’t expect to see you. You never let me see you.”
“Are you really so arrogant as to think that the world revolves around you?” she asked “You lost a friend and for that, I’m truly sorry but the world lost something much more important than that. Good people, Doctor, they are in very short supply.”
He watched her for a minute. It was strange the way he felt about her. There were parts of him that felt like he should hate her. She had taken so much from him. Yet, he was pretty sure there quite a few times where she could have taken so much more from him and didn’t.
“I’m sorry,” he said flatly.
She let out a soft chuckle. “Don’t be. Of all the things I’ve heard, that was hardly the worst.” Checking her watch, she sighed softly “I’m afraid that I’ve got to go. Work to do. No rest for the wicked. Tell Jack I said to give me some time before he dies again, will you? I’ve got a lot of work to do and he’s so counter productive. Dying, coming back, it really does drain a girl.”
He laughed softly. “I will do that.”
She leaned over and kissed his cheek softly. Her lips were ice cold and he couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his skin. “I’ll tell her you said hello,” she whispered in his ear. “See you around, Doc.”
“Goodbye,” he said softly to the two rapidly disappearing figures that walked away from the crowd and out of the cemetery.
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doomsdayclockspairing: death/the doctor. Sort of.
fandom: doctor who/the sandman
rating: pg
summary: the doctor sees an old friend.
It’s not the first time that he’s seen her. Living the kind of life that he did, she never seemed to be far behind him. Only this time it was different, it used to be out of the corner of his eye. She’d be a flash of black hair and pale skin and the smell of graveyard flowers. It had never been like this before though, not once in all his years, all his regenerations did he ever see her close up.
Yet there she was, standing in the back of the crowd, dressed in all black, carrying a black lace parasol. He was almost angered by the sight. How dare she show her face at the funeral of his friend? Especially since it was her that had taken her from him.
“It’s a bit strange to see you here,” he said after circling around a twisted oak tree and stopping to stand just beside her.
She looked over at him and tilted her head, a quizzical look on her face. “In a cemetery? Is it really that strange?” She laughed softly, covering her hand with a gloved hand. “Where else do you expect to see me, Doctor?”
“I don’t expect to see you. You never let me see you.”
“Are you really so arrogant as to think that the world revolves around you?” she asked “You lost a friend and for that, I’m truly sorry but the world lost something much more important than that. Good people, Doctor, they are in very short supply.”
He watched her for a minute. It was strange the way he felt about her. There were parts of him that felt like he should hate her. She had taken so much from him. Yet, he was pretty sure there quite a few times where she could have taken so much more from him and didn’t.
“I’m sorry,” he said flatly.
She let out a soft chuckle. “Don’t be. Of all the things I’ve heard, that was hardly the worst.” Checking her watch, she sighed softly “I’m afraid that I’ve got to go. Work to do. No rest for the wicked. Tell Jack I said to give me some time before he dies again, will you? I’ve got a lot of work to do and he’s so counter productive. Dying, coming back, it really does drain a girl.”
He laughed softly. “I will do that.”
She leaned over and kissed his cheek softly. Her lips were ice cold and he couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his skin. “I’ll tell her you said hello,” she whispered in his ear. “See you around, Doc.”
“Goodbye,” he said softly to the two rapidly disappearing figures that walked away from the crowd and out of the cemetery.
