Doctor Who: Meme Response: Variety
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amythorthreeTitle: Meme Response: Variety
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor (Ten)
Word Count: 213
Notes: Written last night for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
wewriteinhell and because I've owed this for...a month now? Possibly a little less but not by too much. Hopefully by the end of the month, I'll take care of all the fic I owe. Hopefully.
It's late and it's quiet.
This is nothing new, there's always some point during the day, some secret subtle moment where all the hospital falls silent. It's only once and usually, only for a few moments but its there.
Then the noise starts up again, voices of all kinds, the sound of footsteps, doors opening and closing, old actions that carry the sound of repetition. Everything comes alive again.
The Doctor is in William's room when it happens. Everything goes quiet at 4:57 AM and his eyes fall shut.
He can't help but wonder if it's quiet in the other man's head too, if this strange, daily ritual extends that far. He doubts it, of course, but it's a nice thought.
Things don't start moving again for another seven minutes.
Within that silence, he starts to hum, nothing loud, nothing too exciting but it's a hum all the same, softly within his own mind as it curls around William's offering him a different sort of noise.
He can't grant him silence, hes trying but he can't manage that yet, but maybe he can offer him a chance from anger and the sound of drums, from rage and all the other sounds that drive him mad.
Maybe he can offer him something just a little bit different.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor (Ten)
Word Count: 213
Notes: Written last night for
wewriteinhell and because I've owed this for...a month now? Possibly a little less but not by too much. Hopefully by the end of the month, I'll take care of all the fic I owe. Hopefully.It's late and it's quiet.
This is nothing new, there's always some point during the day, some secret subtle moment where all the hospital falls silent. It's only once and usually, only for a few moments but its there.
Then the noise starts up again, voices of all kinds, the sound of footsteps, doors opening and closing, old actions that carry the sound of repetition. Everything comes alive again.
The Doctor is in William's room when it happens. Everything goes quiet at 4:57 AM and his eyes fall shut.
He can't help but wonder if it's quiet in the other man's head too, if this strange, daily ritual extends that far. He doubts it, of course, but it's a nice thought.
Things don't start moving again for another seven minutes.
Within that silence, he starts to hum, nothing loud, nothing too exciting but it's a hum all the same, softly within his own mind as it curls around William's offering him a different sort of noise.
He can't grant him silence, hes trying but he can't manage that yet, but maybe he can offer him a chance from anger and the sound of drums, from rage and all the other sounds that drive him mad.
Maybe he can offer him something just a little bit different.