Torchwood/Doctor Who - Vera/Female!Doctor - Stars renewed (2/2)
She is a slim, tall, dark haired woman. Her shock of dark wavy hair flies all about her shoulders. When she reaches the stop of the steps, she smiles at Vera in a dizzy sort of way, teetering slightly on knee high heeled boots the colour of blood.
“Well, you are looking better! Do you feel better? Do you need anything?” she rushes, seemingly genuinely concerned and wondering. She takes hold of Vera’s shoulders and tries to peer into her face. “I’m trying to think of a friend of mine’s mum, she’d know what humans need...”
“Humans?” Vera frowned. She said not much more however. She felt she star light in her again, and she knew that at least was not human. After opening doors with her mind she figured perhaps, she should get used to not so human things.
“Apples! Soup? No!” she yelled the last word, making Vera jump. “Tea! Yes! Ugh I’m an idiot!” the dark haired woman bashed the heel of her wrist against her forehead. “Tea!” she repeated, then turned to Vera suddenly. “Do you know how to make tea, Vera?”
Vera, despite herself, smiled. She shook her head. “Don’t you have a kettle in this...” she gestured around her.
“TARDIS. And I’m sure I do, but i have absolutely no idea where I would find it.”
Vera shrugged. “I’m used to crappy hospital coffee anyway. I’m a doctor, you know.”
The other woman smiled her dizzy smile again. “So am I, Vera, so am I.”
She would come to learn more on this fact. That even a doctor who didn’t cut people open could still save people. That death, something Vera had grown accustomed to, did not always have to be an end. Sometimes it could be a beginning. After she died, Vera saw the universe. She saw stars and moon and planets, she saw the birth of heroes, and comforted them when they fell.
With the doctor, she understood the purpose of things in a way she wished she always could have. That most terrible things can mean something, if someone is there, if someone understands, and is there to hold your hand. Not everybody has to die needlessly. Not everybody has to die, full stop.
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She is a slim, tall, dark haired woman. Her shock of dark wavy hair flies all about her shoulders. When she reaches the stop of the steps, she smiles at Vera in a dizzy sort of way, teetering slightly on knee high heeled boots the colour of blood.
“Well, you are looking better! Do you feel better? Do you need anything?” she rushes, seemingly genuinely concerned and wondering. She takes hold of Vera’s shoulders and tries to peer into her face. “I’m trying to think of a friend of mine’s mum, she’d know what humans need...”
“Humans?” Vera frowned. She said not much more however. She felt she star light in her again, and she knew that at least was not human. After opening doors with her mind she figured perhaps, she should get used to not so human things.
“Apples! Soup? No!” she yelled the last word, making Vera jump. “Tea! Yes! Ugh I’m an idiot!” the dark haired woman bashed the heel of her wrist against her forehead. “Tea!” she repeated, then turned to Vera suddenly. “Do you know how to make tea, Vera?”
Vera, despite herself, smiled. She shook her head. “Don’t you have a kettle in this...” she gestured around her.
“TARDIS. And I’m sure I do, but i have absolutely no idea where I would find it.”
Vera shrugged. “I’m used to crappy hospital coffee anyway. I’m a doctor, you know.”
The other woman smiled her dizzy smile again. “So am I, Vera, so am I.”
She would come to learn more on this fact. That even a doctor who didn’t cut people open could still save people. That death, something Vera had grown accustomed to, did not always have to be an end. Sometimes it could be a beginning. After she died, Vera saw the universe. She saw stars and moon and planets, she saw the birth of heroes, and comforted them when they fell.
With the doctor, she understood the purpose of things in a way she wished she always could have. That most terrible things can mean something, if someone is there, if someone understands, and is there to hold your hand.
Not everybody has to die needlessly. Not everybody has to die, full stop.