So I had this idea bouncing in my head for a while and seeing as hurricane Irene knocked our power out I thought to finally write this. It bounces around a lot from subject to subject but it matches my mood. It's for Rose, Martha and Donna. I tried to make it longer but I think the short descriptions fit better.
Disclaimers- Own Nothing
Warnings- Not been Beta-read
We all lave footprints in the universe, one can find them if they know where to look.
In a council estate, in a rougher area of London, where spray painted walls are everywhere one can look, lie fading words that hold no meaning expect to one blond girl that no longer exists. Bad Wolf here and Bad Wolf there, a link between one unknown to another. The words are fading but somewhere in time a girl is just stepping out of a blue police box after finding the link.
Can Footprints stay if they never happened?
A lone girl walked the earth for a year but did she walk for a year if it never happened. On a lone rock on the shores of Ireland there is a word carved. A word that is slowly fading. Those who mention it have found it only by pure luck. Hope. It is slowly fading by the pounding of the salty sea air and that moment in time never happened but to the girl who carved it, she remembers every day of the Year That Never Was.
Footprints are left by those who don't remember walking.
Light years away on a cold and snowy planet, an alien race sings of the DoctorDonna. It has been a story passed down from parent to child, the story of those who freed them. A world away, the DoctorDonna however looks on at the world with a sad gaze in her eyes but she has no idea why she's sad.
Footprints can be left by anything.
In another universe so similar but yet so different to our own, there is a beach in Norway. One with the time and skill might find specks of blue paint from an English police box buried in the sand. The Box was only there once but it changed two people lives that day.
In a normal kitchen, in a normal home there hangs a Yale Key. It doesn't open anything and no one knows what it is too but for some reason no one has the courage to throw it out. Sometimes a woman with red hair will sit in the kitchen and hold it in her hands and the familiar tug in her mind comes back.
In a normal building of a not so normal company there is a machine taken apart and stashed in a box. It seems like bits and bobs of useless junk but when it was together and in fine working order it helped a young woman cross universes to find the man she loves.
In a closet of a bedroom a black jacket that is threadbare and falling apart, is tucked in the corner under some medical book and old lab coats. The Jacket is useless and should be thrown out but what is was used for, the memory is hard to get rid of. So just like the memory it stays tucked away until something brings it up again.
The is a blue police box that appears in certain places that sometimes sings of those she has lost, those she will gain and lose, and those that won't even be gained or lost because the memories are gone. She stands side by side with a man that can change his face, they will not and can not forget the footprints others have left but they carry on and allow more people to put footprints around the universe.