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Ephemera, Part One
Jun. 2nd, 2011 12:08 amTitle: Ephemera, Part One
Rating: R
Characters/pairings: Ten, Donna, O/C
Warnings/spoilers: Through series four, just to be safe. Warnings for violence and disturbing images, for this chapter.
Author's Notes: Here's an idea that's been brewing in my mind for some time. I've wrestled with writing it, because it would be such an enormous project, but in the end, it won out. Already it's evolving into something completely different than I originally thought it would be. This started out as an O/C story in my head, but said O/C is being quite stubborn about her identity. It should become obvious after awhile if it's not already. But, fair warning, this is VERY AU.
This is darker than anything I've written in this fandom before, which isn't saying much, I know, because I've not really written all that much. But, to give warning, it is dark and disturbing in many places.
And, this is my first time writing Donna, so hopefully I've done her justice!
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She was screaming.
At least, that was what she would be doing if there were oxygen, if she had lungs and vocal cords and a voice. Her mind fractured, split, tore apart and struggled to re-knit itself like her body, but she could remember nothing, knew nothing but the present, but herself, whomever she was, trapped in this hellish place. Was it hell? She found herself wondering what hell was, why such a concept would occur to her when she could not fathom its meaning. It was a mere abstraction before this place, she somehow knew, a mythology and speculation. Here, she had no form, though for reasons unknown her form constantly struggled to re-structure itself. She had no form because there was no dimension, no space or time, no gravity or direction or orientation or matter. Even her thoughts were compressed, crushed, memory obliterated, as only a last, fiercely determined shred of consciousness clung to being.
Somewhere within that last tatter of awareness, she became cognizant of a faint shimmer, a glint of... what was the word? Words had no meaning here. Concepts had no meaning. But here it was, a Something in an infinity of Nothing.
Light.
She reached for it with a hand that fought to re-form flesh, bone, blood, and sinew. The shattered remnants of her mind seized onto that one Something, clinging with a feral intensity that would not be denied.
Light Light Light Light Light.......
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( Read more... )
Rating: R
Characters/pairings: Ten, Donna, O/C
Warnings/spoilers: Through series four, just to be safe. Warnings for violence and disturbing images, for this chapter.
Author's Notes: Here's an idea that's been brewing in my mind for some time. I've wrestled with writing it, because it would be such an enormous project, but in the end, it won out. Already it's evolving into something completely different than I originally thought it would be. This started out as an O/C story in my head, but said O/C is being quite stubborn about her identity. It should become obvious after awhile if it's not already. But, fair warning, this is VERY AU.
This is darker than anything I've written in this fandom before, which isn't saying much, I know, because I've not really written all that much. But, to give warning, it is dark and disturbing in many places.
And, this is my first time writing Donna, so hopefully I've done her justice!
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She was screaming.
At least, that was what she would be doing if there were oxygen, if she had lungs and vocal cords and a voice. Her mind fractured, split, tore apart and struggled to re-knit itself like her body, but she could remember nothing, knew nothing but the present, but herself, whomever she was, trapped in this hellish place. Was it hell? She found herself wondering what hell was, why such a concept would occur to her when she could not fathom its meaning. It was a mere abstraction before this place, she somehow knew, a mythology and speculation. Here, she had no form, though for reasons unknown her form constantly struggled to re-structure itself. She had no form because there was no dimension, no space or time, no gravity or direction or orientation or matter. Even her thoughts were compressed, crushed, memory obliterated, as only a last, fiercely determined shred of consciousness clung to being.
Somewhere within that last tatter of awareness, she became cognizant of a faint shimmer, a glint of... what was the word? Words had no meaning here. Concepts had no meaning. But here it was, a Something in an infinity of Nothing.
Light.
She reached for it with a hand that fought to re-form flesh, bone, blood, and sinew. The shattered remnants of her mind seized onto that one Something, clinging with a feral intensity that would not be denied.
Light Light Light Light Light.......
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( Read more... )
