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[#024] Paint Your Palette Blue and Gray (Doctor Who)
Theme Prompt: #024 – Starry Night
Title: Paint Your Palette Blue and Gray
Fandom: Doctor Who
Ratings/Warnings: PG / Spoilers for S5 of Doctor Who, specifically 510: Vincent and the Doctor
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 539
Summary: The TARDIS is uncharacteristically silent as they fly away from the museum.
The TARDIS is uncharacteristically silent as they fly away from the museum.
Usually Amy prefers to fill the lapse in time as they travel with endless chatter, almost as though she needs to fill the space, otherwise she might dwell too long on a nagging feeling of “missing” that’s been resting in the back of her mind since they left the not too distant future and that incident with the Silurians. Talking fills the void, fills the emptiness that she feels in those moments when she looks around the TARDIS, and for some reason is surprised to only find the Doctor there.
(The Doctor seems to Know, in these moments, to look at her as though he’s carrying some weighty secret from her and talking also fills the void, to prevent her from threatening to smack it out of him. She both Knows and she doesn’t, she Feels and she doesn’t, and whatever it is that’s been lost, she can’t help but trust if the Doctor could return it to her, he would.)
This time, idle chatter doesn’t seem appropriate. This time she wants to sit in the silence of what she’s lost. Never mind what she’s lost is something that was always lost, that it was never hers in the first place to lose. Vincent may have never been hers to save, but she’s trying to convince herself that the Doctor was right. That she managed to save him in small ways, added to that pile of good things, even if they couldn’t outweigh the bad.
She’s not sure why she felt that Vincent was hers to save in the first place. The flow of time would still march on, one way or another. He wouldn’t have lived to meet her, at any point in time. Yet she was so desperate for him to live, if for no other reason than to know that his end was a happier one than the one he was given. That by saving him, maybe in a way she was saving herself from her own sadness.
The Doctor is tinkering with something in the console room, and Amy wanders her way to the TARDIS door, taking a deep breath, before pushing it open to look on the swirling cosmos that waited behind it. She’s stood outside these doors before, but that moment was wrapped in the novelty of just floating in space. This time, she really wants to look.
The stars blink back at her, distant planets just waiting to be explored. She sees the swirls of space dust, twisting through the expanse creating beautiful bursts of color around the sparkle of the stars. She takes it all in, watching it fade from reality to impression in her mind, from stretches of nothing to delicate brush strokes and vibrant colors and a smile crosses her face.
“Thinking of something in particular?”
She glances back at the Doctor over her shoulder, before shrugging. “He really did see more of everything, didn’t he?”
The Doctor smiles as he leans against the opposite side of the door frame, and just taking in the stars as he so rarely gets to do, looking at them, rather than beyond them to their next destination. “Yes. Yes, he did.”
Title: Paint Your Palette Blue and Gray
Fandom: Doctor Who
Ratings/Warnings: PG / Spoilers for S5 of Doctor Who, specifically 510: Vincent and the Doctor
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 539
Summary: The TARDIS is uncharacteristically silent as they fly away from the museum.
The TARDIS is uncharacteristically silent as they fly away from the museum.
Usually Amy prefers to fill the lapse in time as they travel with endless chatter, almost as though she needs to fill the space, otherwise she might dwell too long on a nagging feeling of “missing” that’s been resting in the back of her mind since they left the not too distant future and that incident with the Silurians. Talking fills the void, fills the emptiness that she feels in those moments when she looks around the TARDIS, and for some reason is surprised to only find the Doctor there.
(The Doctor seems to Know, in these moments, to look at her as though he’s carrying some weighty secret from her and talking also fills the void, to prevent her from threatening to smack it out of him. She both Knows and she doesn’t, she Feels and she doesn’t, and whatever it is that’s been lost, she can’t help but trust if the Doctor could return it to her, he would.)
This time, idle chatter doesn’t seem appropriate. This time she wants to sit in the silence of what she’s lost. Never mind what she’s lost is something that was always lost, that it was never hers in the first place to lose. Vincent may have never been hers to save, but she’s trying to convince herself that the Doctor was right. That she managed to save him in small ways, added to that pile of good things, even if they couldn’t outweigh the bad.
She’s not sure why she felt that Vincent was hers to save in the first place. The flow of time would still march on, one way or another. He wouldn’t have lived to meet her, at any point in time. Yet she was so desperate for him to live, if for no other reason than to know that his end was a happier one than the one he was given. That by saving him, maybe in a way she was saving herself from her own sadness.
The Doctor is tinkering with something in the console room, and Amy wanders her way to the TARDIS door, taking a deep breath, before pushing it open to look on the swirling cosmos that waited behind it. She’s stood outside these doors before, but that moment was wrapped in the novelty of just floating in space. This time, she really wants to look.
The stars blink back at her, distant planets just waiting to be explored. She sees the swirls of space dust, twisting through the expanse creating beautiful bursts of color around the sparkle of the stars. She takes it all in, watching it fade from reality to impression in her mind, from stretches of nothing to delicate brush strokes and vibrant colors and a smile crosses her face.
“Thinking of something in particular?”
She glances back at the Doctor over her shoulder, before shrugging. “He really did see more of everything, didn’t he?”
The Doctor smiles as he leans against the opposite side of the door frame, and just taking in the stars as he so rarely gets to do, looking at them, rather than beyond them to their next destination. “Yes. Yes, he did.”
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