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Happy belated Valentine's Day

Posted on 2012.02.18 at 22:58
I know this is late, but for some reason I can't really seem to put a finger on, I just don't seem to have the time to post and/or write much at the moment.

But, given the name of this LJ journal, I thought I should post something to commemorate this day, and the following fic has been sitting on my Macbook for a little while in a just-about-finished state. So I decided to actually finish it, and post it, as a bit of a love letter (although, not the next installment in that series yet, sorry bas_math_girl and tkel_paris) to my favourite Doctor Who time travellers.

Hope you enjoy.


Soulmate

Throughout life you will meet one person who is unlike any other.

You could talk to this person for hours and never get bored, you could tell them things and they won’t judge you.

This person is your soulmate…

Your best friend….

Do NOT ever let them go.

Donna looked down, a faint smile gracing her lips as she regarded the Doctor, his head in her lap, slumbering peacefully.  The movie they had been watching had long since ended, but she was reluctant to disturb him; he didn’t really get that much sleep, because he didn’t need it, he claimed, and on a physiological level maybe he was right. 

But haunted as he still was sometimes by the nightmares of long-ago as well as the not-so-distant past, sleep was a way to escape, and so she let him journey on down the path of temporary respite, her finger lightly smoothing his sideburn as his gentle breathing periodically tickled the baby-fine hair on her bare thigh.

There was such a comforting familiarity in where she was right at that moment, for it was a position they so typically found themselves in, after another day in their anything-but-typical life.

Which planet they would visit, whether they travelled forward or backward in time, who they met, what disaster they averted, which right they wronged, who they saved….the tangents, the variables, the possibilities were too dizzying when she tried to consider it in much depth, and it was sometimes quite disconcerting to think that whenever she got up in the morning, she couldn’t be sure if the day was going to end with her getting sand in her bathers and a bad case of sunburn or barely escaping with her life.

She did know, though, that once they were back in the TARDIS, that there would always be some kind of this, the quiet, completely content togetherness that only happens between two people who are each others’ very best friend, who are so comfortable and secure in themselves and the nature of their relationship that there is room for the biggest, most all-encompassing of love. Accepting, challenging, encouraging, comforting love.

Love that healed.

Love that saved.

She didn’t pretend to completely understand him – how could she? It wasn’t even possible for her to fully understand another human being, let alone a near-millennium-old alien, but she understood him enough to know the truly important things about him – his love, his loyalty, his passion. That she was the focus of so much of it now as his companion – in every sense of the word – well, that was just about too much for her to comprehend as well.  But she didn’t need to know, or understand, everything about him to know that he was her soulmate, the person who got her more than anyone else ever had, or would.

Oh the irony that that person is the most different to me that someone could possibly be. That a man from a complete alien world, which has long since gone, is whom I feel most at home with.

When it came to knowing in the Biblical sense, Donna was no babe in the woods. There had been flashes of frenzied, heated lust that at the time she had thought was passion, and she remembered thinking that maybe this was part of what she needed, that the rest, the foundation on which she could hang all that sexual energy on and build something lasting, would come in time. But of course she had been mistaken and it never did; to the contrary, it only fed her lack of confidence and the low self-esteem that had festered (and been fostered) since she was a child.

Meeting the Doctor had changed everything, turned her world, her thinking upside down, for here was someone who made no demands, expected no ‘favours’, who for God only knows what reason, had decided that he wanted to share the wonders of the universes with her. Not only that, he had fixed upon the notion right from the very start that she was magnificent. And brilliant. It had taken so long for her to believe him. But when she had dared to start, oh, she had never imagined life could be like this.

They’d started off as mates purely for reasons of emotional self-preservation; he’d told her as much, and she pretty much knew it was the same for her, though she didn’t admit it at the time.

At what point she’d changed her mind, from thinking of ‘mating’ with him as something slightly horrifying to having it stir the deepest of longings within her, she couldn’t really say. It was more like a slow, steady process with barely-discernable steps yet whose outcome was all but inevitable. As close as you could get to what some would call destiny.

Something she never used to believe in.

She smiled ruefully.

I do now.

Intimacy with him was nothing short of a revelation. A complete re-ordering, restoring, revitalising of her thinking. As her mind drifted back to the sparkling turquoise river and gently waving, feather-soft tangerine grasses of the planet where they had just spent the entire day very pleasurably, without – miracle of miracles - any untoward incidents whatsoever, it occurred to her that making love, when it was with your best friend, was rather like drifting lazily down a wide, meandering river – gentle, unhurried, languid, and beautifully sensuous. As opposed to the emotional bruising and bad taste (metaphorical or otherwise) left in her mouth by previous lovers that was more akin to the rough and tumble of being dumped mercilessly by the surf.  

That wasn’t even the real beauty of intimacy with her closest friend, though. The truly exquisite, precious thing was knowing that even when she got old, and her looks faded, and whether he regenerated into a completely new face or not, through all of that, their friendship, stronger than ever, would remain the bedrock of their union, and that the intimacy of truly being in synchrony with him would be a more than adequate replacement for decline in physicality.

He murmured softly in his sleep then, snuffling a little as he turned to lie on his back, a hand reaching up instinctively for hers. As she grasped it and squeezed gently, he did not wake but sighed happily, a soft smile crinkling the corners of his closed eyes, his long lashes fluttering delicately.

She swore to herself that she had never seen anything so beautiful.



Comments:


motoko1969
motoko1969 at 2012-02-18 15:11 (UTC) (Link)
"She swore to herself that she had never seen anything so beautiful." Yes I bet... that was wonderful.

The emotions shown here are just wow o(^o^)o

I loved every word of this !
nipponophile05
nipponophile05 at 2012-02-18 15:24 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks so much! I was very much in a quiet, contemplative mood when I wrote most of that and really wanted to do a piece with gentle but deep emotion, so I'm glad that really came across.
Jennifer
time_converges at 2012-02-18 15:39 (UTC) (Link)
Oh, this is so sweet and wonderful -a perfect Valentine's fic. :)
nipponophile05
nipponophile05 at 2012-02-18 16:00 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I'm really glad you enjoyed it.
KendraC
tkel_paris at 2012-02-18 16:12 (UTC) (Link)
*hugs*
Thank you! Just... thank you! :D
nipponophile05
nipponophile05 at 2012-02-19 15:15 (UTC) (Link)
You're so welcome *hugs you back*
Supertemp
lemony69 at 2012-02-18 17:44 (UTC) (Link)
Wonderful story. I really like the mood here, it's so calm and serene. Lovely.
nipponophile05
nipponophile05 at 2012-02-19 15:16 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks heaps! I really was trying to create a serene atmosphere, so chuffed it seems to have been successful. Appreciate your lovely comments!
BMG
bas_math_girl at 2012-02-18 18:00 (UTC) (Link)
This was just lovely and beautiful!!
nipponophile05
nipponophile05 at 2012-02-19 15:17 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks hon! Glad you enjoyed it!
doctorsgirl26
doctorsgirl26 at 2012-02-18 18:14 (UTC) (Link)
Awwwwww! So sweet! I love the calming contemplative feel that it has. It's a perfect Valentine's day fic.
nipponophile05
nipponophile05 at 2012-02-19 15:20 (UTC) (Link)
Arigatou. I'm really glad the calm and tranquility came across. I think she really grounds him in return for him showing her the stars, they're just what each other needs.
joelthecat
joelthecat at 2012-02-18 18:34 (UTC) (Link)
This is perfectly beautiful. Your descriptions and the emotion that permeates Donna's internal dialog are deeply touching. Thanks for sharing this.
nipponophile05
nipponophile05 at 2012-02-19 15:21 (UTC) (Link)
You're very welcome and thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. It means a lot to me that people enjoy the stories and are moved by the emotions they are attempting to convey.
serenityslady
serenityslady at 2012-02-19 00:02 (UTC) (Link)
Oh, my goodness. That was one of the most beautiful things I've ever read. Forget Donna. *I'D* like to have a relationship lie that!!!
nipponophile05
nipponophile05 at 2012-02-19 15:22 (UTC) (Link)
Me too!!! Thanks so much for your sweet and generous comments!
Katherine
katherine_b at 2012-02-19 01:16 (UTC) (Link)
This is one of those truly gorgeous, peaceful, wonderful pieces that is a delight to read. It's completely in character for Donna to have these thoughts and the situation is a perfect one for her to take the time to do so. Absolutely lovely!

I know I always seem to demand more from people (although how can anyone resist when the writing is as good as this?) but I have to admit that I would adore seeing into the Doctor's thoughts as he falls asleep and/or wakes up lying like this.
nipponophile05
nipponophile05 at 2012-02-19 15:24 (UTC) (Link)
Aww, thank you so much for that very kind and encouraging feedback. Really glad you like it.

And as for seeing the Doctor's take on things? Your flattery is likely to get you everywhere....
Katherine
katherine_b at 2012-02-19 20:48 (UTC) (Link)
\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/
Sykira
sykira at 2012-02-21 02:46 (UTC) (Link)
There had been flashes of frenzied, heated lust that at the time she had thought was passion, and she remembered thinking that maybe this was part of what she needed, that the rest, the foundation on which she could hang all that sexual energy on and build something lasting, would come in time. But of course she had been mistaken and it never did; to the contrary, it only fed her lack of confidence and the low self-esteem that had festered (and been fostered) since she was a child.

Wow. There is so much wisdom there -- part of what she needed -- it makes my heart break for her. But then it is juxtaposed perfectly with the total opposite experience she has with the Doctor. Intimacy with him was nothing short of a revelation. A complete re-ordering, restoring, revitalising of her thinking.

Sighhhhh... I love how natural and fitting their intimate side seems within your writing, it just flows and feels so *right*
nipponophile05
nipponophile05 at 2012-02-26 02:32 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks so much for lovely and encouraging feedback. The way these characters were played suggested, to me at least, such a beautiful and deep intimacy would have come inevitably and easily with a continuation of their story. It's my absolute favourite aspect of their relationship to imagine and write about and I'm really happy that it seems to come out in my writing pretty close to how I picture it in my mind.
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