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Story: Dream Weaver
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Eleventh Doctor/River Song/the TARDIS
Word count: 343
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un-edited. All mistakes are mine.
The Doctor dreams. River dreams. The TARDIS dreams.
Author's Notes:
written for [livejournal.com profile] exiled_mind for [livejournal.com profile] fandom_stocking 2011
As much as I wish it were otherwise, no Whoniverse characters are mine. They are the sole properties of the BBC and their respective creators. I intend no copyright infringement, and take no coin. I do, however, love them all, and thank the BBC for letting me play (and create the occasional original character) in their sandbox.


The Doctor dreams.

He walks through corridors of stone, and wood, metal and glass, and knows he is home, but something is missing. No, he realizes, that's not it; someone is missing. But how can that be, when the echoes of all his beloved companions accompany him? He listens, and hears Her whisper the truth. Even in sleep, it hurts. He looks about himself and asks Her for directions.

River dreams.

She sleeps well in The Library, and sometimes thinks she could navigate sleep as she once navigated time and space. And — unexpected blessing — her sleeping memories are both unfractured and free of nightmares. Adventure, beloved friends and children fill her days when she is awake, but sleep promises a path to her heart's delight and she still needs that.

The TARDIS dreams, and walks through time and space as She does.

She defies Her own beginnings, rising above and beyond them with Her Thief, changing to become something unimaginable to those who had a hand in creating Her.

They would, if they could see Her now, declare her an abomination. And no wonder. She rejects order, embraces chaos, and dwarfs the power they thought they had controlled in Her. She is beyond them now, and it is because of Her Thief — something that would enrage, but not surprise them.

There is nothing She would not do for him or dare for him; no place She would not go for him.

In fact, there is no place She cannot go. She could, if She chose — if She thought it was right for him — search for the Great Matrix itself and care not one whit that there are nothing but echoes where it once existed.

And She might find it, so powerful is Her reach.

What small thing, then, to seek out a pathway to the computer with the heart of a child? Especially when it holds Her own child?

The Doctor dreams. River dreams.

The TARDIS will bring their dreams together.

Date: Sunday, 15 January 2012 09:26 am (UTC)
lonewytch: CHILD OF THE TARDIS (Default)
From: [personal profile] lonewytch
This is both lovely and heartbreaking. I adore the idea that the Tardis is the connection between the two of them, that she decides to bring them together in their dreams.

Date: Sunday, 15 January 2012 09:01 pm (UTC)
promethia_tenk: (bigger on the inside)
From: [personal profile] promethia_tenk
Very lovely indeed <3

Date: Monday, 16 January 2012 01:11 am (UTC)
yamx: (Default)
From: [personal profile] yamx
Aw. This is beautiful. I love the idea of the TARDIS bringing them together like this. And the prose is breathtaking.

Date: Monday, 16 January 2012 01:12 am (UTC)
merryghoul: river song (river song blue)
From: [personal profile] merryghoul
I loved reading this. So lovely.

Date: Saturday, 14 January 2012 10:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com
Ahhh, gorgeous, lovie...such truth and beauty and power in the land of dreams.



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