wander_realtai

Title: Ephemera, Part Four

Rating: R

Characters/pairings: Ten, Donna, O/C (Sort of. I'll keep calling her that for now to avoid spoilers, though it should be completely obvious by this point)

Summary: They found her on a storm-lashed beach, half dead and without memory. The path behind her was obscured in the fog of trauma, but before her loomed a myriad of interwoven threads, potentials and possibilities, and a darkness that might not be avoided.

Warnings/spoilers: Through series four, just to be safe. Warnings for violence and disturbing images/themes throughout the story. Also, this is very AU.

Author's Notes: I know. It's been ages since an update! But I've finally got my muse back, at least for now.

Part One
Part Two
Part Three

The Doctor passed the hand-held bio-scanner over the body of their new guest, who was perched on the edge of an exam table, and then looked at the monitor screen set into the wall of the med bay, frowning at the readouts. “Well, you're just mentally spiking all over the place, aren't you?” he murmured. He looked at her thoughtfully.

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Title: Ephemera, Part Three
Rating: R
Characters/pairings: Ten, Donna, O/C (will keep calling her that for now to avoid spoilers, though it should be completely obvious by this point)
Warnings/spoilers: Through series four, just to be safe. Warnings for violence and disturbing images/themes throughout the story.  Also, this is very AU.
Author's Notes:  PLEASE TAKE NOTE-- I changed a couple of paragraphs in Chapter Two to fit a shift in the background history of this story.  I'm sorry if this results in some confusion, but it was still early enough in the story that I felt it could be done.  So people won't have to go re-read if they don't have to, I'll detail it here.  I had originally hinted that Rose fell into the Void during Doomsday, as opposed to being pulled through to the other universe by Pete Tyler.  But I had a plot bunny moment, and now the history of this story is the same as in Doomsday-- Rose was saved at the last minute by Pete.  And then... well, suffice to say Things Happened in the other universe.  That's all I'm going to say about this plot bunny for the moment, but more will be revealed later.  

Part One
Part Two



Coraline Andrews stretched her lithe form out on the sand, tilting her face towards the sun, her eyes shrouded by sunglasses. She had been waiting a long time for this vacation; her father had finally given in to the pleading of his wife and daughter that he take some time off from his job and give them a nice holiday. Of course, a freak thunderstorm would hit the island the day before they arrived, but by the time they reached their destination-- chartered in a private jet, of course-- the sun was shining brightly and the water rippled with a deep turquoise. Coraline smiled at how much like a travel brochure this place looked... so picture perfect, it was almost unreal. In all her seventeen years, she'd never been to the Caribbean. To think! Well, she mused, better late than never.

 

 

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Title: Ephemera, Part Two
Rating: R
Characters/pairings: Ten, Donna, O/C
Warnings/spoilers: Through series four, just to be safe. Warnings for violence and disturbing images/themes throughout the story.  Also, this is very AU.
Author's Notes:  This is chapter is a bit short, I know, but hopefully there will be more soon.  :)

Chapter One can be found here.




The world around her lashed at her senses until she wanted to scream. She kept her eyes closed because the light, that precious light that she thought had heralded her salvation, felt like daggers digging into her eye sockets. The fabric of whatever surface she was lying on rasped against her heavily sensitized flesh, and a cacophony of sounds, jumbled and confusing, assaulted her ears. Here were too many Somethings! She was accustomed to Nothing, to pain, yes, but not this deluge of sensory input.

 

 

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Title: 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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