sneak peek at my current fav scene inspired by doctor who

Finally he fell upon it and cried out in happiness. He literally rolled himself over the fence, falling onto the ground beside it with a heavy ‘poof’ and snow flew upwards for a brief moment. He got back onto his feet, placed his hands on the top edge of the stone wall and felt his way along it. He looked out in the direction that was moving, still unable to see anything beyond white. He couldn’t even see the fence beneath his hands.

He walked for what seemed like hours, but couldn’t be much more than minutes when he saw her. The snow, much like the rain, fell everywhere but on her. Her dressed swayed softly, like it always did and her hair ever so the same. Only this time, she was no longer looking out into the field, but directly at him. Her eyes, while still sad, had a trace of laughter in them. As if the sight of him in his pyjamas brought joy to her heart. If even for a moment. He stopped himself, just at the edge of where the snow still fall beside her and looked up at her. His heart suddenly filled with shame. She smiled at him fondly and tapped the space beside her. As she did, the snow retreated back towards him and left a space, large enough for another person, void of snowfall.

He stepped into her circle and sat down beside her. Then he quickly stood back up and shed his jacket and heavy sweater. He sat back down beside her. They both stared out at the fields together, silent with their thoughts.

Finally, he mustered the courage to speak to her. “I’m sorry.” Was all he could force himself to say between choking sobs.

She put her hand on his and squeezed it tightly. “Would it comfort you to know that you are the first to say that to me?” she said softly.

He looked at her side profile, shocked. He couldn’t believe that the others had been able to find peace with what they had done, after so much destruction had resulted in their actions. She turned to face him, her eyes full of sadness again.

“I wish you were the doctor.” She said absently. Not so much at him but just in general.

“I am a doctor, though. Did you want a specific one?” he asked.

She chuckled, “The doctor I want isn’t even real. The doctor I want is but a dream of man. But a man who could relate to me. A man who understood how hard the passage of time is. Who understands how hard it is to do what is right, but does it regardless. A doctor, who may not be able to heal my heart, but would be able to sympathize with me.” She said softly. “But, he is nothing more than a dream, a figment of our imaginations.”

The two of them looked out at the fields, again falling silent. She squeezed his hand again.

“Are you ready?” she asked him. He nodded and she smiled. “Lay your head down here and close your eyes.” She said, instructing him to lay his head down on her lap. He easily obeyed and gave her one long deep gaze into her eyes before closing his eyes. She placed her left hand over his eyes and held the right hand up in the air. As she did a large skeletal scythe dyed crimson red appeared in her hand. Her dress quickly transformed from white into red and a black cape flowed from her shoulders.