Goodbyes Chap. 1 – Geronimo
Characters/Pairings: 11/Amy
Author's Note: Ah! Peoples! Thank you SOOOOO much for reviewing! You have no idea how much it means to me to know that you like my story. ^_^ And so, without further a due, COOKIES ALL ROUND! Oh, and Aldurnamiyanrandvora, here's a chocolate chip one *gives you cookie* :D
Sorry it's taken so long to post the next chapter. I was having serious debates of whether to finish this story off. My writing style seems to have changed while I've been away, so this maybe the final chapter (I wrote this a while back and completely forgot to post it). Ah well, we'll see how it goes! :)
Anywho, enough of my rambling! Are you sitting comfortably? Good, then we'll begin. (Sorry, I couldn't help but quote the Wire XD)
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended.
All he had to do now was pull the final lever that sent the TARDIS into flight. Just a pull of a lever and she'd be on her way home. His hand found the grip, worn smooth with use, and he clutched it tightly, gritting his teeth. He couldn't do it. Why was he doing this? She didn't have to go. Did she? So many places he had yet to show her and here he was, about to send her packing.
And then her pale hand found his, her warm touch igniting a small, reluctant fire in his belly as her fingers closed around his own. She looked up at him with those big hazel eyes; there was so much meaning in that one look, so much…something. "Geronimo?" she said quietly, the smallest of a smile settling on her features.
No. Say no! He took a deep breath…"Geronimo."
They both pulled the lever downwards, hard, and the TARDIS lurched into action, throwing the two travellers this way and that as it embarked on its erratic flight through time and space. The joy that normally lit up his companion's face at the mere thought of such a thing had been replaced by a silent pondering, her brow furrowed in deep thought. He caught her gaze; he saw it in her eyes, the sadness; a mirror image of his own.
After much incessant jerking and shuddering, the TARDIS ground to a halt. The silence that followed it was deafening.
The man at the console flicked a few switches and then turned to face the redhead, his hands tucked firmly in the pockets of his infamous tweed jacket. "Leadworth, year 2010 AD…" He smiled slightly and indicated to the door with a quick nod of his head. He knew that beyond it lay the bedroom of his friend, a friend who was about to say her final goodbye. "Your bedroom." he concluded. "Just like I promised."
Sorry it's so short! I'm working on a new story, though (with much longer chapters) based around the truly EPIC kiss in Flesh and Stone. Review? You know you want to…:P