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lastofthetimeladies:

All that is. All that was. All that ever could be.

#sure she gets flickers of possible futures   #images and tastes and sensations but all of them sans context   #tea with her mum in an unfamiliar house and the cry of an unfamiliar infant carrying in from down the hall   #the smell of ozone and a device she’s never seen but knows to call a dimension cannon   #and a strange man with dark eyes and hair like a riot—and the feel of his hand in hers and his mouth on hers   #and a wanting so sharp and insistent that it physically hurts   #and it’s not her doctor but it’s somehow still right—deeply viscerally right   #and in a handful of timelines she sees him by dim light as he settles between her bare thighs in a shoddy norwegian hotel room   #and his hands tremble and his voice is hushed like she’s some sort of sacred thing   #and oh how she’d like to linger there but   #all of the other timelines—all of them—end so differently; a slip of a lever and the pull of the void and sometimes her father saves her   #and sometimes that is where her timeline ends   #and there are realities where the doctor leaves her at home before any of that can happen   #but that’s not a doctor she recognizes   #and the weight of all these competing realities is making her head ache and burn and burn   #so she latches on to the one that gives her the most time with the doctor   #the one that gives her the closest thing to forever   #and if she’s got the power of space and time   #she can make it happen   #right?   #she can lead herself there—right?   #she glimpses the full weight of that timeline for just an instant—its full measure and its full cost—before her doctor takes it from her   #and when she wakes to her doctor’s regeneration she’s disoriented and properly frightened by the skinny bloke who takes his place   #but she still can’t help thinking she’s seen that face somewhere before  (via neverwhyonlywho)