Aftter The Fire
Sequel to Dying Embers
Her room was exactly how she had left it. And that is how it would always remain.
He gently sat on her bed holding his head in his hands.
"Doctor, this isn't healthy." The voice came from just outside Tegan's door.
"Have you become such an expert on Time Lords to ascertain what is and isn't healthy for me Turlough?" The Doctor's anguish over the loss of Tegan was still evident in his voice.
"I meant no disrespect. Towards you nor your feelings for Tegan, but Doctor it's been weeks." In fact it had almost been a week since Turlough had seen the Doctor. He spent most days wandering the TARDIS corridors, looking for something he would never find there. Peace.
"What is time to me! Weeks, months, years! She'll still be gone", he snapped. Composure came slowly. "I'm sorry Turlough."
"I just don't think this is what Tegan would have wanted, Doctor," Turlough said and walked away.
"I always had more than a few problems trying to figure that out," he said aloud.
The Doctor sat quietly for a little while longer taking in the sights of the room. Her air stewardess uniform hung in the corner. A custom made AIR TARDIS badge adorned it. A wonderful example of her sarcastic sense of humor he thought. Her shelves were full of knick-knacks and souvenirs. Proof positive, he felt that not all of their adventures had been spent fighting the evils of the universe. And then his eyes fell upon her picture of her Aunt Vanessa and he was reminded that his first and last memories of her would always be pain and death.
As he rose from her bed, a small data screen fell to the floor. He recognized it as the LiveJournal he had given her not long after she had decided to stay with the crew for awhile. She must have made an entry that last morning. Before Frontios, before the Daleks. His finger hovered above the journal review button.
He remembered her on Deva Loka when he had asked about her dream.
"No, Doctor. Dreams are private."
He laid the LiveJournal on her dresser and left the room.
"Yes, Tegan. They are."
To be continued.
Sequel to Dying Embers
Her room was exactly how she had left it. And that is how it would always remain.
He gently sat on her bed holding his head in his hands.
"Doctor, this isn't healthy." The voice came from just outside Tegan's door.
"Have you become such an expert on Time Lords to ascertain what is and isn't healthy for me Turlough?" The Doctor's anguish over the loss of Tegan was still evident in his voice.
"I meant no disrespect. Towards you nor your feelings for Tegan, but Doctor it's been weeks." In fact it had almost been a week since Turlough had seen the Doctor. He spent most days wandering the TARDIS corridors, looking for something he would never find there. Peace.
"What is time to me! Weeks, months, years! She'll still be gone", he snapped. Composure came slowly. "I'm sorry Turlough."
"I just don't think this is what Tegan would have wanted, Doctor," Turlough said and walked away.
"I always had more than a few problems trying to figure that out," he said aloud.
The Doctor sat quietly for a little while longer taking in the sights of the room. Her air stewardess uniform hung in the corner. A custom made AIR TARDIS badge adorned it. A wonderful example of her sarcastic sense of humor he thought. Her shelves were full of knick-knacks and souvenirs. Proof positive, he felt that not all of their adventures had been spent fighting the evils of the universe. And then his eyes fell upon her picture of her Aunt Vanessa and he was reminded that his first and last memories of her would always be pain and death.
As he rose from her bed, a small data screen fell to the floor. He recognized it as the LiveJournal he had given her not long after she had decided to stay with the crew for awhile. She must have made an entry that last morning. Before Frontios, before the Daleks. His finger hovered above the journal review button.
He remembered her on Deva Loka when he had asked about her dream.
"No, Doctor. Dreams are private."
He laid the LiveJournal on her dresser and left the room.
"Yes, Tegan. They are."
To be continued.