I was inspired by 'The Girl in the Fireplace' and this has been on my mind for the past two days. I finally managed to put it to words. Go me! Please review; it's my first Doctor Who fic and all, and I finally found the courage to post a story.
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"Eternity"
By Jnr Cpl Scarlett
She's gone…forever. In barely two minutes since I went through the fireplace, she'd gone. I guess I was right about that 'Curse of the Timelords' thing. Emotions and us didn't really ever blend well together…ever. Well, except for this one occasion.
Never have I felt so alone. The one person who understood me, the lonely Doctor, had died. Yes, she was human. But she was more, so much more.
Why, out of all the people in the history and future of universe, did I have to meet Madame de Pompadour, mistress of the King of France, and possibly the most fascinating and wonderful woman I've ever met, and I've met a few in my time, I can tell you that much.
It's just so mind-boggling!
She was not as tall as the average person, but she was acutely alert, agile, slender incredibly elegant, she seemed to embody 'the hint between the last rank of elegance and the first of aristocracy'. The perfect image of a princess.
Her face and figure matched perfectly, the face a perfect oval, with golden, clear hair; wide crystal eyes with pretty eyebrows of the same colour; a fine-shaped nose, a charismatic mouth, beautifully white teeth with the prettiest of smiles; perfect and bright skin that gave splendour to her features; she glowed.
Her eyes had a special charm, due maybe to their undefined colour; they didn't have the brightness of black eyes, neither the tender weakness of blue eyes nor the exquisiteness of grey eyes; that undefined colour made them very seductive and capable at showing any feeling of a lively soul.
In my eyes, to say the least, she was perfect.
Oh for one moment would I have killed to be human, just to feel as they do when they fall in love. I myself have never experienced said emotion, but I'm sure I came pretty damn close.
I must have been a pretty big part of her life without knowing, because the way she kissed me was…well, I can't put it to words.
I suppose it was like a chemical reaction; when two elements are so compatible with each other, they react violently and become one. I felt such passion, such love, something I'd never felt before.
And now, I, her lonely angel, am lonelier now than ever, now I know that the only person who could even possibly feel like I do, is gone, for all eternity.
I feel as though I'm standing on top of the world, and yet, there's no one there with me. Not Rose, not Mickey, Sarah-Jane, K9, no one.
And still, I feel this warm presence beside me, holding me hand, guiding me on. Is it possible that Reinette is still with me?
No, that sounds daft. I've seen the universe and never have I witnessed resurrection…or have I? The Daleks re-appeared after many years, when everyone, including me, thought they had been destroyed.
Maybe the moral of the story is things aren't what they seem, no matter how hard you try to uncover the truth.
And I still feel her with me, and I always will. I'm not so lonely after all.
Reinette and the Doctor…together for eternity…