Sorry, hold on, I've got to do that again. Here it comes. -inhales slowly-
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EEEEEEEEEE-EEEE!! I LOVE HER! I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER!! PWNAGE RUNS THROUGH HER VEINS!!
Yes, you should expect a Jenny-centred story within the next month or so. Heehee.
Disclaimer: They're not mine but I don't CARE because JENNY IS MADE OF SUCH FRAKKING AWESOMENESS!!
He stands there, frame shuddering with each frantic breath, with the body of his daughter lying just a few feet away and a gun in his hand aimed at the man who murdered her.
He wants to do it, needs to do it, rage and grief pounding through his thoughts in a steady rhythm, mimicking his ever-persistent heartsbeat which thuds away even when he screams for it to stop. It would be so easy. So close. One small movement of one finger and it would be over, the wretched creature would know what he did to Jenny. That's what he always does, isn't it? Shows people what they do to each other? He's killed before, so many times. What makes this any different?
His finger twitches. There's fear in the trembling murderer's eyes as they flicker from the cold metal inches from his face to the Doctor's unforgiving gaze. It would be so easy, so simple, so very very simple. Nobody could blame him for it. Nobody. She was his daughter.
I didn't kill him. General Cobb. I could have killed him, but didn't! You were right, I had a choice!
He trembles, eyes flickering momentarily towards her. Martha and Donna are motionless, barely breathing, but he pays them no heed, just looks.
She's what he always imagined, if he ever had another child. What he always wanted.
And she wouldn't have wanted him to kill for no other reason than because he wanted to.
He hesitates for a moment, then without warning he flips the gun around and crouches next to the cowering creature. His eyes still burn with loathing and grief, but the rage is fading to be replaced with the emptiness which permeates his thoughts even more now. He stares the murderer right in his fear-filled eyes and focusses all his pain into three words, tight with heartsache and barely-controlled hatred.
"I never would."
And he feels a little piece of what he used to be snap back into place.
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! SQUEEE! -runs around in circles- SQUEEEE!! SQUEESQUEESQUEE!! SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!!
Kathryn 2: Please excuse my future self. She's high on sugar, caffeine, Rose!sighting and Jenny!sighting right now. In the meantime, if you could leave her a review, she might possibly calm down enough for someone to tranquillise her before she hurts herself.
-bangs into wall-
Kathryn 2: -winces- Like I said.