No Light, No Light
Author: Cerulean City
Fandom: Doctor Who
Claim: TARDIS
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"There's a mad man in a giant blue box; but am I the box or am I the mad man?"
Cold. Dark. Peaceful. Long sleep, but the door's open. No one's home. Light! Life! His imprint, burning brighter than daylight. Brighter than sun. Hands, here, there. What's this? What's that? Velocity Knob? Chameleon Circuit? Paradox Stabilizer? Better get a new one, that one's broke. Awaken, my beauty, his energy burns. He is there, and I am the wind and I am the breath of the universe. Grown not made, grown not made. I'll grow to like him. I am winter and sleep and cold; he is spring and warmth and dew; winter is coming, spring is going—
Flight is unstable. Should go this way, not there, not that. Not yet, you aren't ready, my love. Is he? Isn't he? Isn't there? Should be?
The future is around: time goes not forward but sideways. Sideways he is there, and I am there, and we are love and Sexy, but not yet. Jolt jolt jolt don't fight me, my love, I know there's more. Trust. Crimson. Raindrop. Flutter. Tightrope. Shudder. Sphere. Dark. Anger, boil, fester, blackened, sister, death, dying crying—not yet.
It is still the spring, it is not the winter, it is not—
I haven't got the foggiest. Random time, random setting. Could be anywhere! Could be any-when. But I know when it is. I know where it is. I know it's right here, where I belong, with him.
With her?
He belongs to me, child, he is mine. My thief. I stole myself a Timelord. Dust. Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, you look Timelord; we came first. I was grown, not made, a process taking centuries or so I'm told it was yesterday it was today it is now. I am the bud unfurling on the tree and he is the branch or I am the branch and he is the bud falling from my hands down and down and down to the ground, because now he has you, and now you…
…you have me too.
"There's a mad man with a giant blue box; but am I the blue man or am I the mad box?"
It is harder to tell one from the other these days.
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