January 29th, 2012

Love and tension

DW Fic: Unto Us the Future

Story: Unto Us the Future
Author: [personal profile] kaffyr
Characters: The Eleventh Doctor/River Song
Rated: PG
Word Count: 221, per Google docs
Edited by: Unedited. All mistakes are my own.
Summary: Time enough later to think of the impracticalities, the dangers, the probable heartbreak. Right now, they cradled enough joy to power the universe.
Author's Notes: This was written for [personal profile] sahiya , for the 2011 fandom_stocking fun. It was the first story I wrote for this year's effort, and I confess I'm rather fond of it. She had hoped someone might write a kidfic with River and Eleven; this little vignette, essentially a double drabble, presented itself to me promptly, and left a smile on my face. I hope it left one on hers - and yours.
Disclaimer: As much as I wish it were otherwise, no Whoniverse characters are mine. They are the sole properties of the BBC and their respective creators. I intend no copyright infringement, and take no coin. I do, however, love them all, and thank the BBC for letting me play in their sandbox.
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He didn't think, as he looked down into the cradle, of all the impracticalities, all the impossibilities. He spared not one precious moment on the muddled timelines, the realities that broke or might have broken in the past, and the future, and the never-quite-was-except-that-it-was, to bring this to pass. Nor would he flee from any heartsbreak that might yet - would inevitably, he knew - come to pass.

She didn't care, as she pulled her wrap about her and arose from her bed to join him, about the blood and the pain - so much more, and so much longer, than they had anticipated, courtesy of their byzantine and contentious biologies. She dismissed the fractured memories of her nightmare childhood and embraced the fearful love that threatened to explode her hearts right here, right now.

They reached for each other, clung together in joy and took strength from one another, casting off weariness and worry to embrace wonder.
Then she bent down, picked up the little one who slept there, and brought her up to be with them. He looked at her, and at the woman who held her.

"Child of the TARDIS," he whispered to them both. "Next stop, everywhere!"

Around them, the TARDIS thrummed with a joy so intense that the stars beyond Her doors were surely dancing.

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