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frenchy_chicksTitle: Saved
Rating: FRT
Characters: the Doctor (10), River Song, Donna
Summary: He was a Time Lord. He could do whatever he wanted, re-write whatever he felt should be re-written.
Word count: 1107
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish they were, but they're not.
“Stop this now! This is going to kill you! I’d have a chance, you don’t have any,” the Doctor pleaded.
She had punched him and handcuffed his unconscious body to a pipe so he wouldn’t be able to move, to stop her. He didn’t understand this River Song, not one bit, but what she was doing was suicidal. She would never be able to survive what she was planning.
“You wouldn’t have a chance, and neither do I.”
The Doctor pleaded with her, trying to get her to stop, but his screwdriver was just out of reach and there was nothing he could do. He tried to get more information out of her, tried to at least solve the mystery of who she was to him, but she still wouldn’t tell him. She knew his name, his real name, and he would only tell someone his name for one reason. Why wouldn’t she tell him? She only smiled at him and whispered, “Spoilers.”
***
The Doctor was sad. A good woman had died because he hadn’t been paying attention. He’d gotten Donna back, yes, but River was dead. And she had left him with more questions than answers. After she had died, and the Doctor had finally been able to free himself, he carried her body back to the TARDIS. The least he could do was give her a proper burial, even though he had no idea who she was.
“You okay?” Donna asked.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” he lied.
Donna nodded and stood beside him. “Me too. I’m fine.”
Though Donna had told him what had happened while she had been saved in the Library, he would never be able to fully understand how difficult it would have been for her. She had had an entire life – a family… and none of it was real. In an instant, something clicked. “Oh! Oh, that’s good! I’m brilliant!” he exclaimed.
“What?” Donna frowned.
“I, am brilliant! I can save her! I can get her back! Aha!” he laughed.
The Doctor ran as fast as he could. He didn’t know how much time he would have, but it was worth a try. He had to try… he owed her that much. He didn’t even notice his surroundings, completely oblivious to the people that had repopulated the Library after River had sacrificed herself for them. All he could think about was her. Saving her. He could do it. He was going to re-write time, even though she’d told him not to. She was worth it.
Her life signature had been saved in the screwdriver, in its neural relay. His future self must have wanted him to save her. The Donna Node had helped him formulate his plan too… it had told him exactly what he needed to hear – Donna had been saved, literally, like a piece of software. He was going to do the same to River, and then some. She still had a physical body… he could transfer her consciousness back into her body using the Library.
“Please, please, you need to help me. I need to be able to access this system from my TARDIS. Please. I couldn’t save anyone else, but I can save her. I can,” he pleaded with the system as he ejected River’s life force into the data core. He didn’t know if the Library system could hear him, or if it would even help him, but he had to try. He had to.
When he was certain River had been uploaded, he made a beeline for his TARDIS. He was certain it would work, it had to. Why else would his future self have given River his sonic screwdriver, if not for this reason? He passed Donna once more, and she ran to catch up with him.
“Doctor? Oi, slow down space man! What’s going on?” she hollered.
“I’ve saved River to the Library, like what had happened to you. Only we still have River’s physical body, here in my TARDIS. I’m going to put her mind back in her body,” he explained.
“Will it work?” Donna asked.
The Doctor didn’t stop to answer her. He rounded the corner and snapped his fingers when he got closer enough to his TARDIS. The doors opened and have ran up to the console. “Come on, come on!” he shouted.
Donna watched from the door, leaning to one side and trying to catch her breath. She didn’t know why the Doctor was so concerned with saving this one woman. He’d said he hadn’t known her, yet she’d seen him kissing her earlier like they were old lovers. She watched as the Doctor sat Rivers’ body up on the console chair, a helmet-like thing lowering from the top of the console, and he placed it over her head.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“It’s a chameleon arch. I’ve used it to hide my true identity, but I’m going to use it to put River back in her body,” he explained, sonicing the system.
Running back to the console, the Doctor grabbed the monitor and pointed his screwdriver at it. It buzzed and the desktop from the Library appeared slowly. “Aha! Molto bene!” he yelled happily.
Flipping another switch and turning a knob, the chameleon arch started to spark and smoke, River’s body twitching as energy surged through her. There wasn’t anything more he could do, other than watch and wait, and hope. With a gasp, River surged forward and fell to her knees on the grated floor, the helmet slipping from her head. She was alive. How had she been alive? There was no way, it just wasn’t possible.
“River, you’re okay, just breathe. It’s all right,” the Doctor spoke softly, kneeling at her side.
River turned to stare at the Doctor. He’d brought her back… he’d saved her. Pursing her lips together, she raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face. “I told you not to re-write time, but you didn’t listen. You never listen!” she shouted.
“River I-“
“You’re an idiot! An absolute, idiot!” She hollered.
Standing up, River swayed and Donna rushed forward, grabbing her arm. “Let’s get you lying down, how’s that? Let the Doctor figure things out… come on,” Donna spoke.
The Doctor watched as River and Donna walked further into the TARDIS. He was more confused than ever. Why had River been so upset with him? He’d saved her, he’d brought her back to life. He was a Time Lord – he could do whatever he wanted, re-write whatever he felt should be re-written… he raised a hand to his rapidly reddening cheek and sighed. “What a complicated woman,” he mumbled.
END
Rating: FRT
Characters: the Doctor (10), River Song, Donna
Summary: He was a Time Lord. He could do whatever he wanted, re-write whatever he felt should be re-written.
Word count: 1107
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish they were, but they're not.
“Stop this now! This is going to kill you! I’d have a chance, you don’t have any,” the Doctor pleaded.
She had punched him and handcuffed his unconscious body to a pipe so he wouldn’t be able to move, to stop her. He didn’t understand this River Song, not one bit, but what she was doing was suicidal. She would never be able to survive what she was planning.
“You wouldn’t have a chance, and neither do I.”
The Doctor pleaded with her, trying to get her to stop, but his screwdriver was just out of reach and there was nothing he could do. He tried to get more information out of her, tried to at least solve the mystery of who she was to him, but she still wouldn’t tell him. She knew his name, his real name, and he would only tell someone his name for one reason. Why wouldn’t she tell him? She only smiled at him and whispered, “Spoilers.”
***
The Doctor was sad. A good woman had died because he hadn’t been paying attention. He’d gotten Donna back, yes, but River was dead. And she had left him with more questions than answers. After she had died, and the Doctor had finally been able to free himself, he carried her body back to the TARDIS. The least he could do was give her a proper burial, even though he had no idea who she was.
“You okay?” Donna asked.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” he lied.
Donna nodded and stood beside him. “Me too. I’m fine.”
Though Donna had told him what had happened while she had been saved in the Library, he would never be able to fully understand how difficult it would have been for her. She had had an entire life – a family… and none of it was real. In an instant, something clicked. “Oh! Oh, that’s good! I’m brilliant!” he exclaimed.
“What?” Donna frowned.
“I, am brilliant! I can save her! I can get her back! Aha!” he laughed.
The Doctor ran as fast as he could. He didn’t know how much time he would have, but it was worth a try. He had to try… he owed her that much. He didn’t even notice his surroundings, completely oblivious to the people that had repopulated the Library after River had sacrificed herself for them. All he could think about was her. Saving her. He could do it. He was going to re-write time, even though she’d told him not to. She was worth it.
Her life signature had been saved in the screwdriver, in its neural relay. His future self must have wanted him to save her. The Donna Node had helped him formulate his plan too… it had told him exactly what he needed to hear – Donna had been saved, literally, like a piece of software. He was going to do the same to River, and then some. She still had a physical body… he could transfer her consciousness back into her body using the Library.
“Please, please, you need to help me. I need to be able to access this system from my TARDIS. Please. I couldn’t save anyone else, but I can save her. I can,” he pleaded with the system as he ejected River’s life force into the data core. He didn’t know if the Library system could hear him, or if it would even help him, but he had to try. He had to.
When he was certain River had been uploaded, he made a beeline for his TARDIS. He was certain it would work, it had to. Why else would his future self have given River his sonic screwdriver, if not for this reason? He passed Donna once more, and she ran to catch up with him.
“Doctor? Oi, slow down space man! What’s going on?” she hollered.
“I’ve saved River to the Library, like what had happened to you. Only we still have River’s physical body, here in my TARDIS. I’m going to put her mind back in her body,” he explained.
“Will it work?” Donna asked.
The Doctor didn’t stop to answer her. He rounded the corner and snapped his fingers when he got closer enough to his TARDIS. The doors opened and have ran up to the console. “Come on, come on!” he shouted.
Donna watched from the door, leaning to one side and trying to catch her breath. She didn’t know why the Doctor was so concerned with saving this one woman. He’d said he hadn’t known her, yet she’d seen him kissing her earlier like they were old lovers. She watched as the Doctor sat Rivers’ body up on the console chair, a helmet-like thing lowering from the top of the console, and he placed it over her head.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“It’s a chameleon arch. I’ve used it to hide my true identity, but I’m going to use it to put River back in her body,” he explained, sonicing the system.
Running back to the console, the Doctor grabbed the monitor and pointed his screwdriver at it. It buzzed and the desktop from the Library appeared slowly. “Aha! Molto bene!” he yelled happily.
Flipping another switch and turning a knob, the chameleon arch started to spark and smoke, River’s body twitching as energy surged through her. There wasn’t anything more he could do, other than watch and wait, and hope. With a gasp, River surged forward and fell to her knees on the grated floor, the helmet slipping from her head. She was alive. How had she been alive? There was no way, it just wasn’t possible.
“River, you’re okay, just breathe. It’s all right,” the Doctor spoke softly, kneeling at her side.
River turned to stare at the Doctor. He’d brought her back… he’d saved her. Pursing her lips together, she raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face. “I told you not to re-write time, but you didn’t listen. You never listen!” she shouted.
“River I-“
“You’re an idiot! An absolute, idiot!” She hollered.
Standing up, River swayed and Donna rushed forward, grabbing her arm. “Let’s get you lying down, how’s that? Let the Doctor figure things out… come on,” Donna spoke.
The Doctor watched as River and Donna walked further into the TARDIS. He was more confused than ever. Why had River been so upset with him? He’d saved her, he’d brought her back to life. He was a Time Lord – he could do whatever he wanted, re-write whatever he felt should be re-written… he raised a hand to his rapidly reddening cheek and sighed. “What a complicated woman,” he mumbled.
END