I've always had these fic ideas that would come out of nowhere but I never had time to write them down. I think with this blog I can do it, although they will be very very very short. Hope it turns out alright. Wish me luck! 🤞
Midnight tune
By colemansdimple
She was late. She knew it was foolish to care. That it wasn’t meant for her anyways. But this face, it seems to carry a burden or..as she like to think sometimes...a responsibility. This face, this body, was important to him, perhaps the most important of all, although he didn’t remember. Didn’t remember the person she copied it from.
Still she tried to look her best. As she walked inside the pub. She picked a quiet place not far away from the stage but not so close as to make him notice her.
She had a job to do. Her responsibility. Whenever her species copied a being with a consciousness they could maintain a connection to that person, so they could copy them again if needed.
When she first copied the original owner of that face things were so different, she thought she was fighting for the liberation of her people but in the end she only made things worse for them. He changed her mind, and he knew the moment she did it because she was wearing the face of the most important person in the universe to him.
When she heard that Clara Oswald was no more she looked at herself in the mirror. It couldn’t be. The connection was still there although much weakened. Clara was still alive...ish. She had dreams of her, dreams of visiting so many planets she soon lost count. It was wonderful. She missed the planets, she missed the stars. She was stuck on earth for so long now that Clara’s dreams were her only means of traveling again. She didn’t want to lose that connection. She couldn’t bear.
But those dreams all ended with a longing..a feeling as if someone should be there, but wasn’t . And then she realised what it was: Clara missed her Doctor as much as she missed the outside of this boring little planet.
It took a while until Clara herself realised their connection in her own dreams. When that happened the first thing she asked was how he was.
“Why don’t you see for yourself?”
“I can’t ...I just... can’t ...it’s complicated but he can’t see me anymore or he will remember and come after me and if he finds me...if he finds me...i might never let him go again and then...this universe is certainly doomed... and I can’t let that happen.”
So Bonnie and Clara made a pact. Clara would show her as much planets as she could. And Bonnie would show her the Doctor whenever he was on earth, which for Bonnie’s unluck, was all the time now apparently. It seems the Doctor would not travel anymore. He took a teaching job at the local university by day and played guitar in the local pub by night.
And that’s the place Bonnie is right now. The same pub she goes in every night. And she waits. She waits until midnight. He always plays that song at midnight. The same song. As if he’s waiting for someone to walk in and recognise it and claim it as their own. But no one ever does. The only person who could is currently in galaxy 42 , close to the next planet she will be visiting. Her eyes are closed as she focuses hard on a telepathic connection of billion light years away. She can see him.
He seems a bit older somehow. He’s not wearing those sunglasses anymore so she can see the dark lines under his eyes. He’s making that face as though he’s trying to make sense of all the pudding brains noises as they laugh and chat and drink around him. He always liked to play inside the time vortex where everything was quiet. He makes them see all the power of his crossed eyebrows. She gives that sad smile that makes her dimple show. And she listens.
It is midnight on earth. He will play her song again.