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Another vignette from Pete's World after Voyages of Discovery, once again from Pete's POV. This one haunted me a bit until I got it out. Back to the normally scheduled program in a couple of days.
Spoilers through Doomsday and for my stories The Calm Before The Storm and Voyages of Discovery.
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Spoilers through Doomsday and for my stories The Calm Before The Storm and Voyages of Discovery.
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"Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Pete watched Jackie and the baby sleep, their faces both slack and dreaming, in the faint glow from the new pink-and-yellow night light. Long shadows stretched out over them, enfolding and dark.
He turned at the soft sound at the bedroom door and saw the butler's face half in shadow from around the door. Immediately, he made a shushing gesture with one hand and stepped out into the hallway.
"Sir," said the butler. "Mickey Smith is here, asking to see Mrs. Tyler."
"I'll see him." Pete strode down the hallway. For Mickey to arrive at midnight on their first night home with the new baby certainly indicated a development with Rose's abrupt disappearance.
In the living room, Mickey was pacing back and forth when Pete arrived. "I've got to see Jackie," he burst out at once.
"She's sleeping." Pete had no intention of upsetting Jackie unless there was a damn good reason. "What is it?"
When Mickey held out his hand, palm up, showing the cube, Pete's stomach lurched.
He remembered well the last time that he had seen this particular device. Through it, the Doctor had ordered him to snatch Rose back from the Void. He had never spoken of it again, not to Jackie, not to Rose, not to anyone. He had saved her from an unspeakable hell, he knew, but he had also dragged her against her will into a world she had rejected, away from the man she loved.
He had wondered, at times, if she resented him for it.
"I have to give it to Jackie," said Mickey. "The Doctor said it's got a message for her."
A blue light on the side of the cube was blinking persistently, offering him an answer to the mystery of Rose's disappearance. Jackie's faith, her certainty that her daughter was safe and with the man she loved, sustained her. Could he dare allow a message to reach her, not knowing if it would confirm her faith or shatter her completely?
In his darker moods, he resented the Doctor for asking him to be the one to break Rose's heart so completely. He did not know if he could also bear being the one to break Jackie's.
He reached out and touched the cube with one finger, but didn't try to take it. It blinked mockingly back at him without any clue of what message it might carry.
Which is more important, he wondered, the truth, or a beautiful lie?
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Pete watched Jackie and the baby sleep, their faces both slack and dreaming, in the faint glow from the new pink-and-yellow night light. Long shadows stretched out over them, enfolding and dark.
He turned at the soft sound at the bedroom door and saw the butler's face half in shadow from around the door. Immediately, he made a shushing gesture with one hand and stepped out into the hallway.
"Sir," said the butler. "Mickey Smith is here, asking to see Mrs. Tyler."
"I'll see him." Pete strode down the hallway. For Mickey to arrive at midnight on their first night home with the new baby certainly indicated a development with Rose's abrupt disappearance.
In the living room, Mickey was pacing back and forth when Pete arrived. "I've got to see Jackie," he burst out at once.
"She's sleeping." Pete had no intention of upsetting Jackie unless there was a damn good reason. "What is it?"
When Mickey held out his hand, palm up, showing the cube, Pete's stomach lurched.
He remembered well the last time that he had seen this particular device. Through it, the Doctor had ordered him to snatch Rose back from the Void. He had never spoken of it again, not to Jackie, not to Rose, not to anyone. He had saved her from an unspeakable hell, he knew, but he had also dragged her against her will into a world she had rejected, away from the man she loved.
He had wondered, at times, if she resented him for it.
"I have to give it to Jackie," said Mickey. "The Doctor said it's got a message for her."
A blue light on the side of the cube was blinking persistently, offering him an answer to the mystery of Rose's disappearance. Jackie's faith, her certainty that her daughter was safe and with the man she loved, sustained her. Could he dare allow a message to reach her, not knowing if it would confirm her faith or shatter her completely?
In his darker moods, he resented the Doctor for asking him to be the one to break Rose's heart so completely. He did not know if he could also bear being the one to break Jackie's.
He reached out and touched the cube with one finger, but didn't try to take it. It blinked mockingly back at him without any clue of what message it might carry.
Which is more important, he wondered, the truth, or a beautiful lie?
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Date: 2007-07-17 01:04 am (UTC)I love it. I love that you're talking about not only the cube that Ten gave Mickey, but referencing it in a way that feels so very true to the Pete that you've created. I can picture him there, in the dim light, weighing the decision, the weight of the decision visible on his face.
Fabulous.
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Date: 2007-07-17 01:25 am (UTC)Thanks. As
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Date: 2007-07-18 01:00 am (UTC)As inspiration strikes, essentially. Not sure when the next one will come around, and I'm not sure whose POV it will be from.
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Date: 2007-07-20 12:23 am (UTC)Certainly. I can't say when, as I'll have to wait until I'm inspired to write it, but absolutely.