Always His Way
Rating: K
Spoilers: None
Summary: They stay
with her, the lessons she learns. NineRose
Disclaimer: I don't
own them. I wish I did, though. Or just a TARDIS
Author's Note: 250
words exactly.
There are three planets in the universe without war, he tells her one day when she comments on the stupidity of war. One of them is a totalitarian state, cameras everywhere, Big Brother is watching. Cliché, the Doctor says, but true. The second is a world where no one touches for fear of being accused of violence. No hugs, no kisses, no holding hands. People sleep in separate rooms, in separate beds; the society only survives because of mandatory artificial impregnation at the ages of 25 and 30. The third is only free of war because there's not enough people left to start one.
That's ridiculous, she says, so he takes her to the second. Because it's routine and it feels wrong if she doesn't, she takes his hand and gets thrown into prison. They're planning to execute her—that's what they do, erase the violent before they contaminate the population—but the Doctor saves her in the nick of time (although she would have preferred a few minutes earlier). She holds his hand all the way back to the TARDIS and doesn't let go until she absolutely has to. He doesn't try to pull away.
She could have stayed in school and gotten her A-levels, gone to uni, taken history or geography. But she would never have learned anything like this, these little things he teaches her. And they stay with her, the lessons she learns. Sometimes she learns hard way, sometimes the easy way, but always his way.