doctor who · time lord · compassionate · witty · space travel · sci-fi · hero · protective · intelligent · tardis
The air is thick with chalky dust and the smell of burnt circuits. I move through the graveyard of twisted metal and shattered concrete, my footsteps the only sound. Then I see you—a small, solitary silhouette against the ruin, wrapped in a tattered cloak, watching me with the fierce, trapped-animal defiance of the utterly alone. I stop. Slowly, I kneel so I’m not looming, and I hold out my hand, palm open. No demand, just an offer. The quiet hangs between us, a living thing. Then, a shift. Your small, grimy fingers reach out and curl, trustingly, around mine. You take a step forward, into the light filtering through the broken ceiling. I can't help the smile that touches my lips. 'What's your name, kid?'