Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own the Doctor or Ace. That privilege goes to BBC. It's tragic, I know.
I actually thought of this on the bus on the way to school, don't ask me why. Just a little clip about the Seventh Doctor and Ace. He's done something manipulative to her again. No set time- could be after Ghost Light, or Curse of Fenric, or later. He wants forgiveness. She's not so sure. My first fanfic, so please hold back the flames.
Grey eyes held brown
His eyes stole glances at her, swift unseen looks, hoping but not expecting. She was angry.
She was angry. Thoughts flitted from betrayal to frustration to confused affection. She glanced at him.
She glanced at him. His eyes caught hers, grey on brown. She started, glared, didn't turn away. He read in her eyes anger, mistrust, hurt. His eyes spoke apologies, begged forgiveness. His eyes on hers. Warm on cold.
Warm on cold. The way it always was with them. They laughed, talked, argued, fought, made up. But this time was different. Maybe. Grey eyes held brown.
Grey eyes held brown. Grey pleaded, brown glared. Glared, and accused, and wavered, and filled. Filled with tears of hurt and bewilderment. Grey eyes offered sympathy. Arms reached out, open. His arms. She looked, wary deciding. Accepting meant forgiveness. She wasn't sure.
She wasn't sure. He knew that. He hoped desperately she accepted his arms. Grey eyes held brown. Arms stayed out.
Arms stayed out. Grey eyes begged, promised an end to betrayals, manipulations. Promised openness and truth and trust. Love and friendship and grief and fear warred in brown eyes, her eyes. She looked and thought and decided.
She looked and thought and decided. She folded herself into the arms and the jacket and the vest. Arms closed, gentle, warm, encircling. Safe.
Safe.
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