Condolence Call (Drabble Project, Day 280)
Oct. 7th, 2012 09:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
were_lemurEleventh Doctor, Brian Williams, all ages, not mine.
He materializes the TARDIS well out of earshot of the Ponds' garden and walks to the front door. Braces himself, and then presses the buzzer.
It takes exactly two minutes and thirty-eight point four seconds, and that's not nearly time enough. "Brian," he says gently. "I'm so sorry."
"I know," Rory's father says. He fumbles a worn, faded letter from his pocket, and the Doctor can see Rory's precise handwriting.
"You're not going to ask me if there was anything I could do to bring them back?"
Brian shakes his head. "If there were, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
He materializes the TARDIS well out of earshot of the Ponds' garden and walks to the front door. Braces himself, and then presses the buzzer.
It takes exactly two minutes and thirty-eight point four seconds, and that's not nearly time enough. "Brian," he says gently. "I'm so sorry."
"I know," Rory's father says. He fumbles a worn, faded letter from his pocket, and the Doctor can see Rory's precise handwriting.
"You're not going to ask me if there was anything I could do to bring them back?"
Brian shakes his head. "If there were, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
