Title - Glitter, Two Hundred Years Later (1/1)
Author - earlgreytea68
Rating - General
Characters - Ten
Spoilers - None
Disclaimer - I don't own them and I don't make money off of them, but I don't like to dwell on that, so let's move on. (Except for the kids. They're all mine.)
Summary - Brem goes to university.
Author's Notes - bouncy_castle79gave me this prompt in response to this meme. The original story can be read here. She got the first ficlet to come out of this meme, for being my incredibly patient BFF.
The gorgeous icon was created by swankkatfor me, commissioned by jlrpuckfor my birthday.
The TARDIS was being difficult.
The Doctor crawled underneath the grating, toward the troublesome wire that had become disconnected and was making the TARDIS lurch in its Vortex orbit. He was not, he thought, young anymore, and neither was this particular body young anymore, not by a long shot, and it was really very inconsiderate of the TARDIS to make him squirm and wriggle his way under the very tightest-squeeze portions of the grating when he was, one had to admit, not quite as spry as he once had been, and he thought uncharitable thoughts and the TARDIS hummed in indignation. Possibly commiseration over the fact that neither of them was as young as they had been, but the Doctor’s back was aching and he was not in the mood to commiserate.
Maybe, he considered, briefly, it was time for a regeneration. But the truth was that, well, he’d always been rather fond of this incarnation of himself. It was the only version of him his children had ever known, not to mention the grandchildren. He was loath to be rid of it.
He was by now farther under the TARDIS grating than he’d been in years. It was dark and cramped, and he could barely see, and he squinted at the offending wire, which was silhouetted hanging in front of him. He put his hand down to lean on it, placing it in a pile of…something. Something that felt like…He couldn’t place it. Sawdust, maybe? But where would sawdust have come from? He wondered, with a sinking feeling, if something terrible was leaking, and what that might be, that would leak something that felt like sawdust.
Taking the sonic screwdriver out of his mouth, he aimed it in the direction of the pile of something, and was startled when its feeble light caught…glitter. A small, heaping mound of what looked to be bright pink glitter. He held his hand up in front of his face. By the light of the sonic screwdriver, he could see that his hand was covered in the stuff, light dancing across it.
He froze, staring at his hand and remembering, with a sudden vividness, glitter. He’d not thought of glitter in years, but everything rushed back to him in that moment: the way Athena and Fortuna had carpeted the TARDIS with it, and it had been constantly underfoot, clogging all of the TARDIS’s equipment. They had practically eaten and breathed glitter in those days, it had been everywhere. They had added a glitterize setting to his sonic screwdriver, and tried to bedazzle the console room, and he had found it a constant battle against his girls and their desire to make the TARDIS “pretty.” “TARDIS,” they had called it in those days. No “the” necessary. Just TARDIS, like she was a close, intimate friend of theirs, and he supposed she had been, one of the few constants he’d given them during that childhood they had had. And when had that childhood flown by? How had he found himself so far removed from the time when his girls had been little that it had taken him a moment to recognize where the glitter must have come from?
He sprawled awkwardly under the grating, looking at the glitter clinging to his hand and heaped on the floor, and thought of the time when the girls had thrown the TARDIS a birthday party. And the time he had tried to please them by bringing them to that silly glitter planet and they’d ended up running for their lives as usual. And the time he had bought them that absurd glitter plant that he’d turned out to be allergic to, sadly. He wasn’t sure how long he laid there, remembering, before he came to himself and leaned over and fixed the wire. And then he crawled out of the space with as much difficulty as he’d crawled into it, finally, with relief, pulling himself up above the grating. He sat in the captain’s chair and looked again at the glitter on his hand, before leaning over and picking up the TARDIS phone.
“Theenie,” he said, when she answered. “I’m thinking it’s time for a visit.”
This was... painful. Not heartwrenchingly so (although there is no mention of Rose which is very heartwrenching), but almost bittersweet. I think you're trying to make me weep tonight, and I don't need much help, thank you very much. Seriously, thanks for this, it was really sweet.
(He, he called her Theenie.)
Oh, Rose is going to be so excited when he surprises her with a visit to Athena.
NOT ONE WORD FROM ANYONE TO MESS WITH MY HAPPY YOU GOT THAT. I'm clinging to my happy little immortal family like GLUE. :) Ahem. I'm okay now.
Oh, Doctor... That's just so sad. Now I want to go read more of the first Glitter story... I hope when you decide to end this verse, you let us know what everyone gets up to. I wonder which of his children have kids, and which of them might have their own Tardis... Surely Brem does? Anyway.. this was just so fun!
*sniffles* This was so bittersweet. But I'm glad that he still found glitter and that it allows him to remember when the kids were younger.
And grandchildren! Cool! :D Also love the fact that he still calls her Theenie.
Oh and I noticed the lack of mention of Rose and until proven differently I'll continue to live in the nice happy everyone's alive place! *nods*
You do realize that I am usually the practical, common sense type of person with reasonably controlled emotions, and that you, with apparently relatively little effort, consistently reduce me to mush & often to tears. This was lovely!
So bittersweet and lovely, that he almost didn't recognize the glitter. And I have to say, I love that it didn't twist him into knots. I love that he didn't become morose and depressed, that a pile of glitter didn't remind him of what he'd lost (in small children and Rose), but of the joyous, fun and frantic moments of days gone by.
It means it's 200 years later - and he's okay. And I love that. *hugs you very tightly*
You know, you're right, and I didn't even notice that. But, in the end, the Doctor really *is* okay. He doesn't spend all of his time thinking about what he's lost. He calls up the daughters he has right now, at that moment, and appreciates everything he *hasn't* lost.
As everyone else is saying, this is a lovely sort of bittersweet. I'm so so glad you gave us a glimpse of future!Doctor with his family net, being okay without Rose. And, of course, not regenerating for a long time. *sticks fingers in ears* la la la chaosverse is canon Ten will stay forever la la la...
And after hanging up the phone, he promptly swung by Brem and Kate's place, where Rose was visiting with the grandkids, to pick everyone up, and they all had a great time visiting Athena. The End.
What? That's what happened in my universe. :D