Title: Sun
Author: HearMeCalling
Rating: G
Characters: Ten/Romana
Spoilers: Planet of the Dead
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, either.
Notes: FANFIC:100. Definition from Merriam-Webster.
Sun
\ˈsən\ noun
1: the luminous celestial body around which the earth and other planets revolve, from which they receive heat and light, which is composed mainly of hydrogen and helium, and which has a mean distance from earth of about 93,000,000 miles (150,000,000 kilometres), a linear diameter of 864,000 miles (1,390,000 kilometres), and a mass 332,000 times greater than earth b: a celestial body like the sun : star
2: the heat or light radiated from the sun <played in the sun all day>
3: one resembling the sun (as in warmth or brilliance)
4: the rising or setting of the sun <from sun to sun>
5: glory, splendour
The suns belted down on her beaming face. The Doctor couldn’t help but grin as she watched her, standing still in her reverie. This planet was marvellous, and so was she. Such a vibrant, splendid planet filled with intelligent life-forms. He hadn’t been here before; they both had enjoyed wandering through the planet’s expansive markets, admiring different trinkets and laughing at just how primitive it was. They stayed to watch the suns set on San Helios, before he took her hand and they slowly returned back to the TARDIS.
Naturally, she left, just like they all did.
Only Romana couldn’t keep things simple. She had to come back and have a blazing career on Gallifrey. And insisted that he sacrificed her along with the rest of the planet. As President, she had been determined to fight to the very last, only trust him with stopping the war.
He’d avoided thinking of her for so long. She’d gone, and so had the life from San Helios. Earlier, when he was here with Christina and the ‘Mighty 200’, he hadn’t had time to think about when he was here last. Now he was here and had finished altering the course of the Tritovores, it was all he could think about.
Life either played cruel tricks on him, or death followed him like a plague. Maybe one day he’d forgive himself enough to allow himself companionship with someone. Until then, he deserved his self-imposed isolation.
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