fiction! really!
Aug. 11th, 2006 06:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chanter1944I still do write, I swear. Life's been busy as hell, and now that I actually have a free moment or three, here's the proof that scribbling is still possible. and yes, blame any parallels between a certain journalist and myself on my living vicariously through her. *envies*
Title: Turning Point
Author: Chanter
Series: doctor Who
Characters/pairings: very faint Four/Sarah
Rating: G
Summary: This runs on the same timeline as my other fourth era fics. Sarah Jane needs escape, and guess who’s happy to provide?
325 words
It was a stifling end to a decent day; really, I’d thought everything was going brilliantly. But the end of it was making me regret having had that vanilla ice cream, and wearing pants, and everything right down to the color of my hair. My head was spinning so fast that no single thought was substancial enough for me to grasp, faces and clothing and names and voices ringing in my ears and always coming back to one. The end of the day was making me wish I had wine somewhere close at hand. The end of the day was making me wish I could just get it over with and cry.
And then he was looking down at me, when I finally decided to rouse myself enough to look up.
He was twice as tall as I was when both of us were standing, and from my seat I’d swear there were meters of vertical distance separating our faces. But he was looking down at me.
And he said “Hello.” In that amazing, endearing way of his and when he laughed it was a rumble that sent chills running all through me but settled my rebelling insides at the same time.
And I said “... Hi.” Because what else could I say? He’d succeeded in making me shy, just for a second and then I was normal again but all the same, it was enough. I can count on the fingers of one hand the people who’ve succeeded in doing that: prime minister, queen, alien head of state, him.
And he said “Sarah.”
It just about knocked me over, when he said that. Not Sarah Jane, certainly not old thing, not Miss smith. Sarah. It’s always got to me, him calling me that. He knows it, and I know it. It never fails.
And I said “Doctor... Get me out of here?”
And he said “Yes.”
And with one word, everything was right again.
Title: Turning Point
Author: Chanter
Series: doctor Who
Characters/pairings: very faint Four/Sarah
Rating: G
Summary: This runs on the same timeline as my other fourth era fics. Sarah Jane needs escape, and guess who’s happy to provide?
325 words
It was a stifling end to a decent day; really, I’d thought everything was going brilliantly. But the end of it was making me regret having had that vanilla ice cream, and wearing pants, and everything right down to the color of my hair. My head was spinning so fast that no single thought was substancial enough for me to grasp, faces and clothing and names and voices ringing in my ears and always coming back to one. The end of the day was making me wish I had wine somewhere close at hand. The end of the day was making me wish I could just get it over with and cry.
And then he was looking down at me, when I finally decided to rouse myself enough to look up.
He was twice as tall as I was when both of us were standing, and from my seat I’d swear there were meters of vertical distance separating our faces. But he was looking down at me.
And he said “Hello.” In that amazing, endearing way of his and when he laughed it was a rumble that sent chills running all through me but settled my rebelling insides at the same time.
And I said “... Hi.” Because what else could I say? He’d succeeded in making me shy, just for a second and then I was normal again but all the same, it was enough. I can count on the fingers of one hand the people who’ve succeeded in doing that: prime minister, queen, alien head of state, him.
And he said “Sarah.”
It just about knocked me over, when he said that. Not Sarah Jane, certainly not old thing, not Miss smith. Sarah. It’s always got to me, him calling me that. He knows it, and I know it. It never fails.
And I said “Doctor... Get me out of here?”
And he said “Yes.”
And with one word, everything was right again.
