Fic: Escape
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Title: 'Escape'
Rating: G
Word Count: 309
Claim: River Song; 15 Prompts--Poetry Randomizer
Prompt: #3: Too long shut in.
Notes/Warnings: None.
Summary: She feels the walls closing in, the bars of her cell almost pressing against her skin.
We have to escape
And I will go anywhere
If you just lead the way
~*~ Hoobastank
'Escape'
Stormcage isn't nearly as bad as most people would expect it to be. Granted, it's not exactly tourist material; as an archaeologist, River is aware enough about Stormcage's future to know that it won't become another Alcatraz.
Yes, it's a high-security prison--though perhaps not quite high enough, given her knack for escaping right under the guards' noses. Yes, she's here for a crime that she knows she didn't commit--even if her awareness of not committing it is hazy, at best.
But it isn't unpleasant. And it's a roof over her head. A place that she can almost call home. It's certainly a good deal better than all the years she spent wandering, from Florida to New York to Leadworth.
River takes no issue with being held in Stormcage. She knows that it won't be forever. In time, she hopes, she'll be released--perhaps she'll receive a pardon, if she's lucky.
There are moments, though, when she feels an itch starting. She feels the walls closing in, the bars of her cell almost pressing against her skin. It isn't claustrophobia; not exactly. She just...needs to get out.
Somehow, those moments are always the times that she hears that beautiful wheezing noise
--silly boy left the brakes on again; he'll never learn--
calling her to a new adventure. She'll get to compare notes, to bond with her parents (if they currently know their relation to her), to (best of all) flirt outrageously with the man she loves.
Klaxons blare, not entirely managing to drown out the noise of that magnificent box materializing just outside River's cell. The doors snap open, the bars slide aside
--his willingness to aid and abet her constant escapes...God, that rebellious streak of his turns her on--
and the fun begins.
irishvampire13Title: 'Escape'
Rating: G
Word Count: 309
Claim: River Song; 15 Prompts--Poetry Randomizer
Prompt: #3: Too long shut in.
Notes/Warnings: None.
Summary: She feels the walls closing in, the bars of her cell almost pressing against her skin.
We have to escape
And I will go anywhere
If you just lead the way
~*~ Hoobastank
'Escape'
Stormcage isn't nearly as bad as most people would expect it to be. Granted, it's not exactly tourist material; as an archaeologist, River is aware enough about Stormcage's future to know that it won't become another Alcatraz.
Yes, it's a high-security prison--though perhaps not quite high enough, given her knack for escaping right under the guards' noses. Yes, she's here for a crime that she knows she didn't commit--even if her awareness of not committing it is hazy, at best.
But it isn't unpleasant. And it's a roof over her head. A place that she can almost call home. It's certainly a good deal better than all the years she spent wandering, from Florida to New York to Leadworth.
River takes no issue with being held in Stormcage. She knows that it won't be forever. In time, she hopes, she'll be released--perhaps she'll receive a pardon, if she's lucky.
There are moments, though, when she feels an itch starting. She feels the walls closing in, the bars of her cell almost pressing against her skin. It isn't claustrophobia; not exactly. She just...needs to get out.
Somehow, those moments are always the times that she hears that beautiful wheezing noise
--silly boy left the brakes on again; he'll never learn--
calling her to a new adventure. She'll get to compare notes, to bond with her parents (if they currently know their relation to her), to (best of all) flirt outrageously with the man she loves.
Klaxons blare, not entirely managing to drown out the noise of that magnificent box materializing just outside River's cell. The doors snap open, the bars slide aside
--his willingness to aid and abet her constant escapes...God, that rebellious streak of his turns her on--
and the fun begins.
