Doctor Who, Buffy, Firefly, Torchwood & Labyrinth Drabbles. My first real Fan Fiction attempt. Please R & R.
(Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. Obviously. I wish though…)
The Doctor stood on the surface of the frozen lake and stared up at the skies. He opened his mind to the universe and sighed, his soul racing away from him along a million lay lines, hurtling across distant galaxies; feeling the birth and death of a thousand super-novas, the crashing of a trillion waves on a trillion shores. Time and life flowed forward and back on itself replenishing and relinquishing with every pulse of each thunderous echo of the birth of eternity. It was complete, all encompassing, infinite - and Rose was not there. Once again, he was alone.
Giles stared at Xander over his newspaper, morbidly fascinated by what the boy was doing. Willow was in hysterics, Buffy was shocked, picking at her food. Even Oz seemed impressed, arching one eyebrow. Xander himself was red in the face and seemed to be having trouble breathing, but it didn't slow him down. "It's just wrong on so many levels" said Buffy, pushing her plate away and trying not to look directly at Xander. "And I've disembowelled demons". Xander stuffed the eighth donut in his mouth. "Ta Dah" he cried, the sound muted, as he choked on his lunch.
She found her toenails fascinating. It helped to concentrate. Didn't hurt as much. She liked the way Kaylee painted them, the way light reflected off the varnish and made her toes sparkle. She leaned forward to get a closer look and tumbled off the couch, landing with a heavy thump on the floor. She giggled and rolled on to her back, her legs up in the air, still examining her feet and wiggling her toes. Simon entered the mess hall and found his sister on the floor. "Hey you" he said. River stared up at him, listening to his thoughts.
Ianto swept the floor. He dusted the consoles, threw the trash into garbage bags and tossed them down the rubbish shoot. He stacked the magazines, changed a busted light bulb, tinkered with the air conditioning until the rattling sound had stopped. As he packed up the coffee mugs he dropped one, shattered china skidding across the floor, half of it disappearing into the floor grates. He reached down to collect the broken pieces and sliced his finger open, swearing loudly. He sucked on his wound and struggled with the first aid box. No-one was there to help. No-one ever was.
'Thud'. The goblin slid down the wall to the sounds of uproarious laughter. It straightened it's skewed helmet and screamed in hysterics as a second goblin flew across the room and out the open window. The goblins had full reign of the throne room, swinging off the chandelier, chasing chickens, tipping over kegs of ale and lolling in the refuse. It had been pandemonium for weeks. The city was in a shambles after the battle. Naturally, there had been no orders to begin repairs. Some of the more intelligent goblins were starting to question what had happened to their king.
"Rose Tyler, I…" He vanished. She screamed in pain and the sobs racked her body. She couldn't breathe. Her heart hurt so much. Jackie moved to her side, enveloping her daughter and trying to shelter her from the world, her maternal instincts tugging at her heart as she shared her daughters pain. Pete and Mickey retained a grave silence, neither understanding what had happened, both consciously aware that he was gone. The waves pounding on the shores drowned out the morose sounds of the gulls crying into the overcast skies as they circled the cold sands of Bad Wolf Bay.