dérive

indie thirteenth doctor written by abi selective Dérive (n.) Origin: Latin/French Lit. “drift”; a spontaneous journey where the traveller leaves their life behind for a time to let the spirit of the landscape and architecture attract and move them the real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection. I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. the brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear

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@undermyprotectxon

“Easy, easy-” Megan helps him to his feet, letting him lean heavily against her. She knew he was lying about how much strength he had left, but they really needed to get out of here. She held her sword in one hand as they stumbled towards the doorway and up the stairs. Megan warned him, “Just so you know if we have to fight I’m dropping you like a sack of potatoes, it’s your job to get yourself somewhere safe while I handle the soldiers. Okay?”

as he is pulled to his feet, his teeth wrap painfully around dry and blistered lips as he attempts to silence himself as pain rushes through his body and life returns to limbs that had since forgotten the feeling. there’s a darkening at the edges of his mind, a fog of exhaustion that is rolling in, he is hanging on to her words, dragging himself to the brink of his consciousness to do as she says. 

he shouldn’t be so weak, so vulnerable. he shouldn’t have to wrap his arm around her body and place her weight against him -- but he does. he has little energy to fight and he knows she will not listen to his argument, so he complies with her order. “ if you must, promise me you will run. ”

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@undermyprotectxon

“Put me down!” she demands, struggling against him. “If we both die because you wouldn’t let me cover your escape, I’ll kill you!” Megan continued to struggle until they reached the TARDIS, yanking herself out of his grip and stumbling to her feet. “Goddammit Doctor You are SO lucky we made it back in time!” 

he sets her down gently, albeit with a frown plastered across his expression. “ you cannot run into every battle, megan -- please. consider the preservation of your own safety before you take your blade and life in your hands with little thought. ”

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spoiledendings

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Hoarse laughter falls. She looks up at him. Somehow, a sliver of a smile accompanies her gaze. “You’re always so,” She pauses, licking her lips. Her mouth’s close to dry. “So sure of yourself,” She continues as if nothing interrupted her speech. “It can be infuriating.” It’s meant as an out- a way to pretend that everything’s normal. There isn’t a way out of this one.

“ of all the moments you have had in our many years together -- although you have taken many an opportunity to do so -- here you are, telling me off for my worry. river song, you are utterly impossible. ” he says, lips pressing against her forehead briefly, a simple sign of affection -- a promise to get her out of this mess. “ just wait a little longer, for me. ”

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spoiledendings 

She pursed her lips together, fighting back a smile. (He made her want to smile for ridiculous reasons.) “Stop.” She knew his tactics all too well. “I’m not entirely human, Sweetie. You’re putting exorbitant amounts of expectation on them. Why?” It’s her way of asking what happened without stating the question forthright. Something happened. This time, she has no clue what. 

“ because they cannot help themselves, much though they try with their new year’s resolutions and their peace treaties -- humans have a fundamental, well, humanity about them. ”

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centurionwaited 

The hug itself feels like home in a way that even their house in New York never did. The moment the other mentions Amy however, he tenses, pulling away to face his friend. “ Doctor..Amy died five months ago..She had a heart attack. I couldn’t They couldn’t save her. “

the smile fades quickly from his face, he makes no effort to hide it. the girl who waited -- she waited a little too long, it was too late. his hearts sink in his chest as he opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. there is a long pause. 

“ -- did she suffer? ”

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slips in a few replies and then shuffles off to bed ! 

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[ slides quietly to bed. ]

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Shush, just concentrate on staying awake, okay? Don't sleep."

there is a faint voice, urging him to stay awake. he tries his very best to comply with its order, fighting against the natural urge to fall into a deep sleep. “ i’m here – i’m trying, one would imagine that the process of dying would become more familiar by the thirteenth time, yet each time I am faced with my own mortality, it remains as frightening as the last time. ”

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"I'm In better shape than you are," she said with a wry laugh, digging out his sonic and unlocking the chains, catching him as he slumped in her arms. "Can you walk? The TARDIS is parked about half a mile from here."

he’s resting against her, he knows he has to sit up but he doesn’t want to let go as his arms wrap around her tightly, pulling him against himself. he groans under the strain, but it is all worthwhile, just to hold her and feel her under his grasp. to know she is alive. 

“ you are quite remarkable, megan samuels. ” he comments hazily, before beginning to pull himself up against the wall. “ I can walk, ” it’s almost a lie, but he won’t wait here, she’s stubborn – he knows that. if he chooses to stay there, so will she. for her own safety, he drags himself to his feet. 

“ I am rather ready to stretch my legs. ”

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"Tough shit Doctor!" she shot back, the tears finally spilling over. "I'm the only one who gets to decide how my life is lived, or ended!"

he sucks in a deep breath, preparing himself for the worst. what he intends to do is a brave plan at the very least. without faltering or allowing time for her hesitation, he quickly grasps her waist, throwing her over his shoulder and making his way to the tardis as fast as his legs will carry him. 

“ to die is not a decision I will allow, I am a selfish man, you of all should know that. ”

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"I wish I could tell you everything was going to be fine..." (which one of them is dying? i don't know)

“ of course it will be fine – just a little longer. wait a little longer for me, river song. your story isn’t over yet. ”

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(Kidnap one) "You're telling me," she gasped, trying to loosen his chains. Her hair was a mess and it was clear she had fought her way to him. Nevertheless, she smiled and quickly kissed his forehead. "Do you have your sonic? Otherwise I've got no way to get you out of here, my sword is just a sword."

“ my back pocket. ” he offers, trying to demonstrate by further pulling at his scraped and bruised wrists, wincing as the chains bite into his flesh. 

he is still looking at her, staring intently at her face – the thought crosses his mind that she is a mere figment of his dying imagination. a captured timelord, edging closer to the precipice of death at the hands of the daleks, that this is simply meant to ease his suffering wth the belief that he is safe and his beloved companion is alive. “ how are you alive? how did you survive? are you hurt? ” he asks in rapid succession, discarding his own injuries to ensure her health.  

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"It's not your choice to make," she reminded him again, her voice still coloured by tears. "It's mine."

“ I cannot allow you that choice! ”

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Megan huffed, close to tears. "Doctor you can't change the fact that the Time Lords remade me to live, fight, and die for you. How I choose to do that, if I choose to do that, that's my choice to make." She paused. "But you need never ask me to live, fight, or die for you, because I will."

“ you cannot ask me to expect that of you. ” the words are quiet, they’re almost a harsh whisper despite how his wills them to sound bold. “ you cannot accept me to allow that of you. ”

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“Is that really you? Oh my god, I found you, I can’t believe I found you…”

his wrists are chained to the wall, he is beaten, abused and above all entirely exhausted. he pulls slightly at his wrists to gain leverage, sending ripples of pain riveting through his spine, to see her better. he’s so relieved by that comforting voice – a kind voice. her voice. 

“ megan, it isn’t safe. ” he says, his mouth is dry, lips are cracked and every word is tainted with the metallic taste of his own blood. he exhales lightly, with a slight cough. “ – you shouldn’t be here, but I am so pleased to see you. ” 

he sucks in a breath, he’s barely holding back the tears that begin to brim at his eyes, unable to wipe them away. “ I thought you had been killed in the attack – I thought you were dead and that your blood was on my hands. ” his breathing is erratic, a chill scratching at his lungs. “ you are alive, that is reason enough for me to persevere. ”

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"Did you eat all my oreos?"

he wipes at the edges of his mouth, concealing the last of the crumbs. “ no, i’m afraid I haven’t seen them. ”