incomprehensible sadness

by Wintra

Rachel's been seeing the Doctor in her visions... Constructive criticism would be helpful, and much appreciated. A big thanks to Incendiarist for beta-ing this story and helping me to actually get it written in the first place.

Rachel's POV. Yes, I know, it seems much more like the opening to a chaptered fic(that's actually what it was originally intended to be,). I might make it one someday; but I don't know. I'm not much of a writer, so…

I, sadly, don't own Doctor Who or PJatO.

Enjoy.

Visions. For weeks I've had visions. A blue box that has more buttons and levers on the inside than five bat mobiles combined, and a man; a man with a dozen faces, sometimes wearing an old suit with celery on his collar, sometimes wearing clothes with question marks all over them, and other times wearing a trench coat and trainers. His face changes, but his eyes… his eyes could be a thousand years old. Sometimes they have a look of joy, sometimes wonder and adventure, sometimes fury, but always, just under the surface, sadness; an incomprehensible sadness.

As I looked up to Half-Blood Hill and saw him stepping out wearing a bow tie and a tweed blazer, I could sense I was in for the adventure of a life time.