Ficlet Meme - Prompt me!

[kriadydragon]

Snurched from tj_teejay. I don't know why I'm doing this since I have enough on my plate as is, so please be kind with your requests.

The first five people to comment on this post get to request that I write a ficlet of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

Fandoms: White Collar, Suits, Dr. Who (10th Doctor. Not quite comfortable writing 11th yet) and I'm also willing to try Haven if it's Nathan related. And I must apologize profusely for not including SGA. I'm a bit SGA'd out at the moment and really need to try and save my energy for that poor, neglected amnesia story.

And gen requests only, please.

Comments

[karri-kln1671.livejournal.com]

I think I only counted 3 prompt requests up there. If I'm wrong, just ignore the rest of the comment below. ;)

I'd love some 10th Doctor. Something angsty, though a bit of whump is always good, too. I'm not too fussy about when -- something post-Donna, in that time between the end of season 4 and his demise, when he's lonely and melancholy is always delicious, but there's plenty of angst potential throughout his Doctor-age.

Lies (PG)

[kriadydragon.livejournal.com]

Warnings: Might be uber angsty.

The biggest lie the Doctor has ever told is that he prefers traveling alone. It's a personal lie, meant to make him feel better, said under the flimsy belief of being able to say something enough times until you believe it. But he's a bloody genius, can never truly believe it, yet while a part of him wonders why he even tries, the part that wants to believe keeps clinging to the lie like clinging to an eel wriggling to be free.

It's especially slippery on days like today, when he took a sting from a giant Eelax meant for someone else, because his system can handle it while the someone else's can't. His body is processing it and he won't die, but it hurts. He took it in the back near the spine, and that's not a good place to be stung. His backbone feels like it's being fused and the agony words quail at even trying to describe. All the doctor can do is curl up on the TARDIS floor and ride it out.

It's days like today that the very existence of the lie is an insult to him, because it's a big universe out there, that ball of wibbly-wobbly time immeasurable, and for all the greatness others heap on him he's still just one man, one life form out of trillions, one Time Lord all by himself.

He needs somebody, if just to hold his hand and tell him that everything will be all right. Someone to ramble to, someone to show the wonders of that great big universe to, someone, anyone.

He's so lonely.

He's so scared.

The pain passes, leaving him so exhausted he sleeps where he lays. Then he wakes up, gets up, sets off and lies to himself.

Re: Lies (PG)

[karri-kln1671.livejournal.com]

Oh, claps! Brilliant! Exactly what I was in the mood for. Thanks! :D