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20 April 2007 @ 02:32 pm
Talking (gen) G  
Title: Talking
Author: _stolendreams_
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Summary: Post Gridlock drabble
Distribution: Here, whofic.com and FF.net anywhere else just ask
A/N: my first Doctor Who fic and my first drabble. 100 words exactly. Concrit welcome, as always.

Talking comes easily to him, it's knowing when to stop that's the problem normally. But sitting with Martha and telling her about Gallifrey, he finds himself struggling. There aren't enough words in any language to describe a planet; a home; a family.

She sits, her eyes shining with emotion, and listens. She doesn't interrupt or ask questions, she just lets him talk until he runs out of things to say. Then she squeezes his hand and tells him she's sorry.

Hours later, sitting alone while she explores the Tardis, he says the one thing he'd missed out.

"I killed them."
 
 
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exuberantselfexuberantself on April 20th, 2007 03:47 pm (UTC)
Oh. I think a piece of me melted. I love how he tells her all the good and sad parts of the story, but not the part that keeps him up at night. Very nice.
_stolendreams_ on April 20th, 2007 06:11 pm (UTC)
Oops. *hands you a bucket to catch the melted bit in*
Thank you. It was that part that I could see him leaving out, only actually saying it once she couldn't hear
exuberantselfexuberantself on April 21st, 2007 05:35 am (UTC)
and then he'll curse himself for not being able to admit it to her properly...he'll think if he's says it aloud enough times, it'll be less real or he'll finally be able to forgive himself, but he'll just end up hating himself a little more each time because he'll think he's a coward. oh, my poor Doctor.