Hello everyone!
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And of course thank you Turtle, so much! You are an absolute sweetheart and your reviews always make my day! I do hope you'll enjoy series 7!
Talking about series 7, this is where it starts. This litte chapter is more to set the mood rather than the intrigue of the episode but I still hope you'll like it :)
I've decided to start at The Snowmen as there was no interest to treat the first part of series 7 (though I absolutely love it, don't get me wrong.). Plus the Snowmen is one of my top favourite episodes :p
So, thanks to FREYA ASTRID NOVA for the proof read, and enjoy!
Melody - x.
Chapter 29
A blue light was enlightening the console room of the TARDIS. The rotor, with circular Gallifreyan writings on it, was turning round and round on the ceiling. Cold silver metal had taken the place of glass and copper metal. It was all more spaceship-like, and less… homely.
Cold and hard.
Just like life.
And also more mature.
Just like the Doctor.
Sitting on a seat, he was reading a book about physics, round glasses on his nose.
Reading for the tenth time the same line, he frowned and taking off the glasses, rubbed his eyes. He then looked back at the round reading glasses between his fingers.
They were Amy's.
He had lost them.
All of them.
He had lost River after taking her to the Singing Towers of Darillium, when she went to the Library for his first and her last encounter.
He had lost Amy and Rory, the Ponds, in Manhattan when they got touched by a Weeping Angel and got sent back in time, unreachable.
He had lost Oswin Oswald, Soufflé Girl, at the Asylum of the Daleks. He didn't see her, she had been turned into a Dalek, he could not save her, but she saved him and that was what counted.
And he had lost… her. Melody Williams, Melody Pond. He had tried to go on adventures with Amy and Rory, even with River, But he could not get over it. Not completely. And deep inside he knew that he will not be able to get over it, ever.
He looked around in the empty TARDIS. He had changed everything to try to make it less painful. But in a way, he couldn't have prevented himself to wish to put more Gallifreyan writings in the console room, thinking about Melody's skin.
Thinking back to the soft, smooth touch of her skin under his fingertips made him shiver as arrows were piercing his hearts. He shut his eyes and shook his head in attempt to chase these thoughts out of his head. After a sigh, he closed the book he was reading and stood up, walking around in his new console room, in a Victorian gentleman outfit. Looking up at the rotor where all the names of his recent companions were written in circular Gallifreyan, he suddenly felt like he needed to breathe some fresh air, just to try to clear his mind and be less bored.
Walking up to the doors grabbing a top hat, he opened them and stepped out on a cloud high up in the night sky where the moon was shining so bright it was almost blinding, and the stars around shining like pure crystal gems.
In the middle of the streets of a 1892 Victorian London, among many others was a bar called "The Rose and Crown". Inside the comfy warmth of the bar, people - mostly men, let's face it - were drinking wine, beer or mead, barmaids were walking around between the tables to fetch the empty tankards and put more drinks in it.
Taking one empty tankard on the table and putting it on a tray, a young girl in her twenties dressed with a dark red Victorian dress, looked around the room. Needing some fresh air to clear her nose from the smell of at least fifty men, most of them working in factories, she headed to the door and walked outside in the calm little street. After putting down the tray on a barrel, she looked up to the sky, to the moon shining so bright that it was not grey, like the usual, but pure white. As pure as fresh snow, the stars around her looking like little crystals of ice.
A small winter breeze came to stroke the bare skin of her neck, making her shiver and come down to Earth. Looking around, her eyes met a human-sized snowman, quite well done. Although maybe the face was a bit creepy, she thought tilting her head to one side. She frowned a bit, her delicate face now painted with a questioning look.
Footsteps were heard creaking on the snow, as a man in a top hat passed by between her and the snowman, she asked:
"Did you make this snowman?"
"No." said the man, not even stopping or looking away from the ground.
"But who did?" again asked the young woman. "Because it wasn't there a second ago, it just appeared, from nowhere…"
The man slowed down and stopped, slowly turning around at those words. Walking back to her, the gentleman revealing himself to be the Doctor, took out the round reading glasses out of his jacket and put them on his nose, looking incredibly young… and incredibly old at the same time.
Looking for a second at the woman, he then observed the snowman closely touching the snow.
"Maybe it's snow that fell before. Maybe it remembers how to make snowmen."
"What?" she said, amused. "Snow that can remember? That's silly."
"What's wrong with silly?" asked the Doctor with a small amused smile. This girl seemed to be funny.
"Nothing." she smiled. "Still talking to you, ain't I?"
"What's your name?"
"Clara." she simply answered.
Taking off his glasses, he put them back in his jacket after having kept them for a few seconds in his hands. He smiled to her:
"That's a nice name. Clara. You should definitely keep it. Goodbye!" he said, walking off.
Frowning again, Clara followed him and called:
"Oi! Where are you going? I thought we were just getting acquainted."
This girl was definitely funny. She might have been nice to be around. All the memories of what he had lost because of himself, sweeping people off their feet and taking them on an adventure, came back to his mind. Turning around with a soft but tired and sad smile, he said:
"Those were the days…"
He then walked away.
Clara started to head back to the bar, but after few seconds of hesitation she changed her mind. Taking her barmaid apron off and leaving it on the ground, she started to run down the streets, chasing the brougham carriage where the mysterious man she had just met was in.
I hope you liked it, let me know what you think and see you next chapter :)
