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Title: 'Fire and Blood (Which Way Are You Goin'?)
Rating: G
Word Count: 386
Claim: Eleventh Doctor Era; 6 Prompts--Proverbs & Phrases
Prompt: #5--Time and Tide
Notes/Warnings: None
Summary: It makes me think of fire and blood, the way it burns and gleams under their fingers.
There are three men standing in front of me. It's hard to wrap my mind around the fact that they're all one man. A pinstriped heartthrob, a youthful ancient, and a grizzled, world-weary soul whose eyes spark with an innocence that's about to die. Right in front of me.
I can't watch this. But I'm too afraid to look away. There's a piece of me that can't believe that the Doctor--my Doctor, the oldest one, old in spite of his face--didn't try to make me stay in the TARDIS while this went on. I'm not sure that it even entered his mind. That's understandable; it's been a long, hard day for him. For all of him.
They're standing around a small box that scares the hell out of me. It's amazing that a deadly superweapon can look so harmless. Except for the button.
This shouldn't be happening! There must still be time to change their minds. It can't be too late...
Oh, my God. I think they want it to be too late. They don't want to have a choice in this. If they don't have a choice, then they can try to balm the wound that pressing that button will leave on their shared soul by saying that they had no choice.
I was born to save the Doctor. But I don't know how to do that. How do I save him from a thrice-guilty conscience? Can I do it?
I don't think that I can. This one's out of my hands. All I can do is stand here and watch three hands prepare to press a button that glows an ominous red. It makes me think of fire and blood, the way it burns and gleams under their fingers.
God, I can't stand to see this. I don't want to see it. But I don't know how to prevent the genocide that I'm about to witness. I don't know how to keep that burden from landing on shoulders that have borne the weight for far too long.
Please, Doctor. Don't be that man. Not you. Don't become the thing you think you are.
Please.
Well, your line has changed
Confusion reigns
What have you become
Your olive branches turn to spears
When your flowers turn to guns
~*~ Jim Croce
'Which Way Are You Goin'?'
irishvampire13Title: 'Fire and Blood (Which Way Are You Goin'?)
Rating: G
Word Count: 386
Claim: Eleventh Doctor Era; 6 Prompts--Proverbs & Phrases
Prompt: #5--Time and Tide
Notes/Warnings: None
Summary: It makes me think of fire and blood, the way it burns and gleams under their fingers.
There are three men standing in front of me. It's hard to wrap my mind around the fact that they're all one man. A pinstriped heartthrob, a youthful ancient, and a grizzled, world-weary soul whose eyes spark with an innocence that's about to die. Right in front of me.
I can't watch this. But I'm too afraid to look away. There's a piece of me that can't believe that the Doctor--my Doctor, the oldest one, old in spite of his face--didn't try to make me stay in the TARDIS while this went on. I'm not sure that it even entered his mind. That's understandable; it's been a long, hard day for him. For all of him.
They're standing around a small box that scares the hell out of me. It's amazing that a deadly superweapon can look so harmless. Except for the button.
This shouldn't be happening! There must still be time to change their minds. It can't be too late...
Oh, my God. I think they want it to be too late. They don't want to have a choice in this. If they don't have a choice, then they can try to balm the wound that pressing that button will leave on their shared soul by saying that they had no choice.
I was born to save the Doctor. But I don't know how to do that. How do I save him from a thrice-guilty conscience? Can I do it?
I don't think that I can. This one's out of my hands. All I can do is stand here and watch three hands prepare to press a button that glows an ominous red. It makes me think of fire and blood, the way it burns and gleams under their fingers.
God, I can't stand to see this. I don't want to see it. But I don't know how to prevent the genocide that I'm about to witness. I don't know how to keep that burden from landing on shoulders that have borne the weight for far too long.
Please, Doctor. Don't be that man. Not you. Don't become the thing you think you are.
Please.
Confusion reigns
What have you become
Your olive branches turn to spears
When your flowers turn to guns
~*~ Jim Croce
'Which Way Are You Goin'?'
