A/N: this is a poem of my own devising, i couldn't find any songs or poems
or anything so I made my own. Tell me if you like it. I think this might
shock some people. But I hope not too much. Its all Drox's fault blame her
for me writing another chapter. And don't forget her accomplice Rill with a
view. Its all their fault I tell you.
What a night to fall in love
To change my heart
To fly above
What a night to dream of change
To be with you
It feels so strange
I've no rights to you
You see within
Our love will see us though
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A Twist of Fate
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Do people have dreams when they die? Is that what they say is the great light at the end of life? Is it the new beginning, or a sign of hope?
This was always something Grace had always thought about when the patients she had worked on died. Are they scared? She always wanted to know. Some part of her always hoped that when people died angels comforted them. She never had been a religious person but hopes are for all and the thought of angels who can comfort is far beyond religion. Far surpassing it, it leads us into a realm of calm and clarity, but unfortunately, there were some who were just doomed to never be comforted. Grace felt the tears roll down her cheek at the realization that she couldn't see her angel and no light was shining in her horizon. Nothing to comfort her, nothing that cared. She felt like a torn soul and now she would feel this way forever.
Then she heard the voice speaking to her from far away and she knew she knew who it was but she could not place it. It came further and further and with it came a shadowy figure and she wanted to feel afraid of it but she could not. That's what people did when they were saw things they didn't know right, then she rationed it out. Maybe she did know what it was. She waited till it was close enough to her for her to see it.
She wished it to be something recognizable but could the dead wish? It spoke to her again, and as if death had responded to her thoughts, she recognized the voice. She knew who it was but when she had first heard it, it had been menacing and loathsome, but now the voice was more human, almost caring. The figure grew to a solid form and as it stepped closer to her she him clear and plain. It was the Master. He spoke to her.
"Follow me Grace." He took her hand and led her from the darkness. After walking for what seemed like an eternity she saw a light ahead of her. Just a pinprick, but it was a light. Her light and it had been the Master that had shone the way, oddly enough. " Do not be afraid of what is going to happen to you next Grace." He pulled her in front of him and he stared into her eyes. She didn't see any hatred in those eyes, she didn't see anything. She did see beautiful chocolate eyes. Maybe he was her angel. 'Don't be stupid, Grace.' She chided herself. 'he just tried to kill you not but hours ago.' But he looked into her eyes with such care.
He pulled her to him and hugged an arm around her gently lifting her chin with the other and kissed her softly never breaking his gaze. She had to break it. The kiss was too sweet to look at him and he felt in her heart that he wouldn't hurt her here. She felt her feet being lifted from the floor. She tried to turn away and look but he held her fast wrapping his other arm around her, and now she felt nothing. When she felt him release her from him grip she felt warm and confused. She didn't want to open her eyes but out of curiosity she did and what she found she just could truly not believe. She was back in her home and the Master was sitting on the couch beside her, staring down at her with a stoic face. She suddenly felt like a child. She looked away but he took her face in one of his hands and held it fast.
" I may merely be a time-lord, Miss."
" Doctor,"
" Doctor. Holloway, but if I am correct in assuming that you just moments ago wanted to hold back death and now I find you here trying to kill your self, may I ask why. Or would I be intruding to much." She closed her eyes to get away from his eyes and he let go of her face.
"Fine." he stood and she heard him walk to her kitchen and run some water from the sink. He walked back to her. " Here drink this." She took the glass and just looked at it. Maybe she did it to keep from looking at him. " I didn't put anything in it." he said with great sarcasm. She winced at his voice and drank some of the water.
Silence was the only thing either of them could hear for the next few moments and it was a terrible silence. He just stood and tried her best to make believe he wasn't there. He was such a paradox. First he had tried to kill her and now he had saved her. She drank until the glass was empty and he was right it had made her feel better. " Thank you." She said rather softly and awkwardly. He didn't say anything he just took the glass and set it on her table. She felt so confused and she didn't know what to do. Although a lot of frustration was gone it still made her muscles feel tight and she hurt. A tear slipped from her eye and she wiped the tear away.
"Why are you crying, Doctor. Holloway." She looked at him. He just had a tone in his voice that was so human. As another tear fell down he came to her and wiped it away with his thumb.
She covered her face in her hands. " I am so tired, and frustrated and I don't know how to handle it. It too much."
" Well the stresses of life for a human, especially a doctor, I guesse could be stressful." He said in his uniquely clever voice that made you want to just slap him. " But I don't understand what you got all worked up about."
" You don't understand" she said behind racked sobs and spastic coughing. " You never will, you will always be a cold hearted creature. You don't care about anyone but yourself."
He patiently waited until her sobs resided and she spoke again. " I am sorry that was uncalled for." He raised his eyebrows and inwardly chuckled. Had she just apologized to him?
" No Doctor Hollowway you are quite right I am a cold hearted bastard who doesn't care for anyone but himself. I just got curious." He didn't look at her when he said this but he looked away.
" Curious?" she asked in a low tone.
" You intrigue me Doctor Holloway. Since the first time I saw you through the Doctors eyes, you intrigued me and I do think that I owe me survival to you." Now he looked into her eyes. " Yes the same blue eyes the Doctor looked into." He knelt by the couch to get closer to her and got as close to her face as the Doctor had gotten that night. He kissed her and she automatically leanted back against the couch backing to get away from him. She stared at him with a questioning look.
What a night to fall in love
To change my heart
To fly above
What a night to dream of change
To be with you
It feels so strange
I've no rights to you
You see within
Our love will see us though
___________________
A Twist of Fate
___________________
Do people have dreams when they die? Is that what they say is the great light at the end of life? Is it the new beginning, or a sign of hope?
This was always something Grace had always thought about when the patients she had worked on died. Are they scared? She always wanted to know. Some part of her always hoped that when people died angels comforted them. She never had been a religious person but hopes are for all and the thought of angels who can comfort is far beyond religion. Far surpassing it, it leads us into a realm of calm and clarity, but unfortunately, there were some who were just doomed to never be comforted. Grace felt the tears roll down her cheek at the realization that she couldn't see her angel and no light was shining in her horizon. Nothing to comfort her, nothing that cared. She felt like a torn soul and now she would feel this way forever.
Then she heard the voice speaking to her from far away and she knew she knew who it was but she could not place it. It came further and further and with it came a shadowy figure and she wanted to feel afraid of it but she could not. That's what people did when they were saw things they didn't know right, then she rationed it out. Maybe she did know what it was. She waited till it was close enough to her for her to see it.
She wished it to be something recognizable but could the dead wish? It spoke to her again, and as if death had responded to her thoughts, she recognized the voice. She knew who it was but when she had first heard it, it had been menacing and loathsome, but now the voice was more human, almost caring. The figure grew to a solid form and as it stepped closer to her she him clear and plain. It was the Master. He spoke to her.
"Follow me Grace." He took her hand and led her from the darkness. After walking for what seemed like an eternity she saw a light ahead of her. Just a pinprick, but it was a light. Her light and it had been the Master that had shone the way, oddly enough. " Do not be afraid of what is going to happen to you next Grace." He pulled her in front of him and he stared into her eyes. She didn't see any hatred in those eyes, she didn't see anything. She did see beautiful chocolate eyes. Maybe he was her angel. 'Don't be stupid, Grace.' She chided herself. 'he just tried to kill you not but hours ago.' But he looked into her eyes with such care.
He pulled her to him and hugged an arm around her gently lifting her chin with the other and kissed her softly never breaking his gaze. She had to break it. The kiss was too sweet to look at him and he felt in her heart that he wouldn't hurt her here. She felt her feet being lifted from the floor. She tried to turn away and look but he held her fast wrapping his other arm around her, and now she felt nothing. When she felt him release her from him grip she felt warm and confused. She didn't want to open her eyes but out of curiosity she did and what she found she just could truly not believe. She was back in her home and the Master was sitting on the couch beside her, staring down at her with a stoic face. She suddenly felt like a child. She looked away but he took her face in one of his hands and held it fast.
" I may merely be a time-lord, Miss."
" Doctor,"
" Doctor. Holloway, but if I am correct in assuming that you just moments ago wanted to hold back death and now I find you here trying to kill your self, may I ask why. Or would I be intruding to much." She closed her eyes to get away from his eyes and he let go of her face.
"Fine." he stood and she heard him walk to her kitchen and run some water from the sink. He walked back to her. " Here drink this." She took the glass and just looked at it. Maybe she did it to keep from looking at him. " I didn't put anything in it." he said with great sarcasm. She winced at his voice and drank some of the water.
Silence was the only thing either of them could hear for the next few moments and it was a terrible silence. He just stood and tried her best to make believe he wasn't there. He was such a paradox. First he had tried to kill her and now he had saved her. She drank until the glass was empty and he was right it had made her feel better. " Thank you." She said rather softly and awkwardly. He didn't say anything he just took the glass and set it on her table. She felt so confused and she didn't know what to do. Although a lot of frustration was gone it still made her muscles feel tight and she hurt. A tear slipped from her eye and she wiped the tear away.
"Why are you crying, Doctor. Holloway." She looked at him. He just had a tone in his voice that was so human. As another tear fell down he came to her and wiped it away with his thumb.
She covered her face in her hands. " I am so tired, and frustrated and I don't know how to handle it. It too much."
" Well the stresses of life for a human, especially a doctor, I guesse could be stressful." He said in his uniquely clever voice that made you want to just slap him. " But I don't understand what you got all worked up about."
" You don't understand" she said behind racked sobs and spastic coughing. " You never will, you will always be a cold hearted creature. You don't care about anyone but yourself."
He patiently waited until her sobs resided and she spoke again. " I am sorry that was uncalled for." He raised his eyebrows and inwardly chuckled. Had she just apologized to him?
" No Doctor Hollowway you are quite right I am a cold hearted bastard who doesn't care for anyone but himself. I just got curious." He didn't look at her when he said this but he looked away.
" Curious?" she asked in a low tone.
" You intrigue me Doctor Holloway. Since the first time I saw you through the Doctors eyes, you intrigued me and I do think that I owe me survival to you." Now he looked into her eyes. " Yes the same blue eyes the Doctor looked into." He knelt by the couch to get closer to her and got as close to her face as the Doctor had gotten that night. He kissed her and she automatically leanted back against the couch backing to get away from him. She stared at him with a questioning look.