Mel Bush Page: What the Headlines Said

"News flash: nuclear bombing on planet Earth. Thousands of lives lost and many dying in the streets." He watched the holographic images dance across the landscape. Morning news; gunfire, war, and death... nothing out of the ordinary.

Then a woman's body flashed across the hologram for a brief moment. His heart skipped a beat as he leaned forward to get a closer look. There she was again. Hurt, defenseless, and dying. Her familiar features were burnt into his mind.

He remembered it all; her face, her voice. Pleasant shadows of the past blew through his thoughts like a soft breeze on an autumn day.

Then he turned and took off down the street, opposite from the hologram. This wasn't right. She shouldn't have been there, she couldn't have...

He arrived at the sight of the bombing, desperately hoping that he wasn't too late. He ran, his eyes darting quickly over the bodies; the struggling people that filled the streets.

A pair of strong arms gripped his shoulders and tried to hold him back but he fought violently and finally managed to tear free of the policemen's grasp.

He ran as fast as his ancient legs could carry him. He stopped and his eyes blurred with forgotten tears as the memories swept through his mind in an instant, memories associated with the single sight in front of him.

She was there, leaning on the edge of an old warehouse. The expressions and scars on her face both identical to those of the woman he had seen on the hologram. He took a step forward and held his hand out to her, beckoning her to accompany him and forget this sad, dreadful place filled with loved ones tears and dying pleas.

She regarded him with cold hatred in return. It was not until he pulled his hand away that he remembered why. Their time together, years of excitement and adventure around the twelve galaxies. Her farewell, the words that were said and forgotten as he gazed at her retreating shoulders for what he thought would be the last time. Their second meeting and the argument on the train, finally ending with the scorn in her eyes as she stormed out and declared that she never wanted to see him again. All these were but mere shadows but they were as clear to him as he knew they must also be to her.

Then suddenly her expressions changed and he detected something new and different behind them. She slowly released her grip from the warehouse wall and took a cautious step towards where he was standing. Maybe it was time for forgiveness.

But that single step transformed into a stumble and she collapsed into his arms. He gently laid her down on the cold dirt and it was then that he first noticed the many deep cuts on her face and sides that were bleeding badly. She was dying.

Tears filled his eyes once more as he ran his hand through her glistening red hair. She opened her mouth to speak but he silenced her by putting a finger to her lips. Words for her weren't necessary but for him they were vital.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "This wasn't meant to happen. You weren't supposed to die... not here and not now. It was the occurrence of our second meeting that distorted the Web of Time. You weren't supposed to be here when the bombing started but it has happened and history has been rewritten. I'm so terribly sorry."

She said nothing but he noticed tears had formed in her eyes also as her hand reached over and grasped his.

And then she died.

He watched her eyes close on the world for the final time and then his tears turned to flames. This shouldn't have happened and it wouldn't happen.

Moments later, the timewinds suddenly clashed together in a different pattern. The mistake was corrected and time was put on its proper course.

"News flash. Nuclear bombing on planet Earth. Thousands of lives lost and many dying in the streets."

A sudden sound from behind caused her to turn her gaze from the morning news hologram and instead to one particular figure that had emerged from the shadows. Her eyes lit up with surprised joy as she caught site of the smallish dark-haired man holding an umbrella with a question mark shaped handle. He face beared a foolish grin.

She ran to him and threw her arms around him in a friendly embrace. The pair strolled off down the street, indulging in what one from the twentieth-century might call "small talk".

But this time the news hologram didn't zoom in on the dying body of a red-haired woman but instead of a young man, lying in the dirt as his eyes closed on the world for the final time.


	Main : Doctor Who : The Melanie Bush Web Page : Fan Fiction What the Headlines Said By Tanina Varagona I got stuck on my Malajah story so to occupy myself I decided to write my own version for the resolution of Head Games. (A Time of Healing is being written simply to tie up some stuff in someone else's version.) Bear with me now, 'cause its bound to get really sad towards the end... "News flash: nuclear bombing on planet Earth. Thousands of lives lost and many dying in the streets." He watched the holographic images dance across the landscape. Morning news; gunfire, war, and death... nothing out of the ordinary. Then a woman's body flashed across the hologram for a brief moment. His heart skipped a beat as he leaned forward to get a closer look. There she was again. Hurt, defenseless, and dying. Her familiar features were burnt into his mind. He remembered it all; her face, her voice. Pleasant shadows of the past blew through his thoughts like a soft breeze on an autumn day. Then he turned and took off down the street, opposite from the hologram. This wasn't right. She shouldn't have been there, she couldn't have... He arrived at the sight of the bombing, desperately hoping that he wasn't too late. He ran, his eyes darting quickly over the bodies; the struggling people that filled the streets. A pair of strong arms gripped his shoulders and tried to hold him back but he fought violently and finally managed to tear free of the policemen's grasp. He ran as fast as his ancient legs could carry him. He stopped and his eyes blurred with forgotten tears as the memories swept through his mind in an instant, memories associated with the single sight in front of him. She was there, leaning on the edge of an old warehouse. The expressions and scars on her face both identical to those of the woman he had seen on the hologram. He took a step forward and held his hand out to her, beckoning her to accompany him and forget this sad, dreadful place filled with loved ones tears and dying pleas. She regarded him with cold hatred in return. It was not until he pulled his hand away that he remembered why. Their time together, years of excitement and adventure around the twelve galaxies. Her farewell, the words that were said and forgotten as he gazed at her retreating shoulders for what he thought would be the last time. Their second meeting and the argument on the train, finally ending with the scorn in her eyes as she stormed out and declared that she never wanted to see him again. All these were but mere shadows but they were as clear to him as he knew they must also be to her. Then suddenly her expressions changed and he detected something new and different behind them. She slowly released her grip from the warehouse wall and took a cautious step towards where he was standing. Maybe it was time for forgiveness. But that single step transformed into a stumble and she collapsed into his arms. He gently laid her down on the cold dirt and it was then that he first noticed the many deep cuts on her face and sides that were bleeding badly. She was dying. Tears filled his eyes once more as he ran his hand through her glistening red hair. She opened her mouth to speak but he silenced her by putting a finger to her lips. Words for her weren't necessary but for him they were vital. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "This wasn't meant to happen. You weren't supposed to die... not here and not now. It was the occurrence of our second meeting that distorted the Web of Time. You weren't supposed to be here when the bombing started but it has happened and history has been rewritten. I'm so terribly sorry." She said nothing but he noticed tears had formed in her eyes also as her hand reached over and grasped his. And then she died. He watched her eyes close on the world for the final time and then his tears turned to flames. This shouldn't have happened and it wouldn't happen. Moments later, the timewinds suddenly clashed together in a different pattern. The mistake was corrected and time was put on its proper course. "News flash. Nuclear bombing on planet Earth. Thousands of lives lost and many dying in the streets." A sudden sound from behind caused her to turn her gaze from the morning news hologram and instead to one particular figure that had emerged from the shadows. Her eyes lit up with surprised joy as she caught site of the smallish dark-haired man holding an umbrella with a question mark shaped handle. He face beared a foolish grin. She ran to him and threw her arms around him in a friendly embrace. The pair strolled off down the street, indulging in what one from the twentieth-century might call "small talk". But this time the news hologram didn't zoom in on the dying body of a red-haired woman but instead of a young man, lying in the dirt as his eyes closed on the world for the final time.
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