A/N: For a standard disclaimer see my profile. Lyrics from "Mothers of the Disappeared" by U2.
oooooooooo
"Midnight, our sons and daughters
were cut down and taken from us.
Hear their heartbeat,
We hear their heartbeat."
oooooooooo
Jenny
He lays on his bed, fully clothed. Lights flicker gently, changing from underwater green to Gallifreyan burnt orange, and the hum of the TARDIS pulses around him.
She was like him. Not fully, not yet, but with time she would be. He could already sense her, at the very edge of his consciousness – a bare hint of a whisper, just a fraction more than a dream.
After interminable years of suffocating, raging silence, it felt like the first note of a symphony. Like hope.
He stares at the ceiling and thinks about all the songs she will never sing.
oooooooooo
tbc.
