11/Sarah/Jo threesome fic. Yeah, I went there.
Disclaimer: It's not mine, but if I do acquire it, I'll let you know.
so why don't we go somewhere only we know
he's swamped by flame and circling a cold star, he's a thousand galaxies away and right here and gods, any gods will do, he can't bear this and he doesn't want to touch but how could he not?
his hands are stained and torn and bruised and sometimes he can barely look at them but his girls cradle them between their small, delicate fingers like his ruined hands are the most beautiful things they've ever seen. something to be cherished, to be adored, to be loved, and it's a concept he can't quite recall.
he's at sea but he can feel the ground beneath his feet, anchoring him to the earth, to the scent of jasmine perfume and anti-wrinkle cream and warm, living skin. and the thought of living in this brave new world is almost as terrifying as the thought of dying for it once was.
he doesn't have Gallifrey and he doesn't have Rose but he has Jo and Sarah Jane and somehow that's better or at least, almost as good. maybe.
he draws them down beside him, to the bed he thinks he maybe always knew he'd fall into with them.
and they guard against the night.