Title: Wings

Author: Aeshna

Spoilers: DW2.06 The Age of Steel, DW4.13 Journey's End

Disclaimer: Not mine, no matter how many DVDs and toys I buy! Everything here belongs to RTD and to Auntie Beeb, who already has my licence fee.

Notes: Thanks as always to Mimarie for looking this over for me any remaining weirdnesses are all mine. Feedback of any variety is much appreciated but not compulsory I'll post anyway! I've suffered for my art, now it's your turn....

It was funny, the things you got used to.

When Mickey was a kid, he'd gone through a brief phase of wanting to be a fighter pilot, his imagination fired with the aid of a couple of tatty Airfix kits glued together with something unspeakably noxious. He'd grown out of it soon enough, but he'd never got out of the habit of looking up whenever he heard the roar of engines. There was just something so magical about the thought of

And then the Doctor had come with his too-big, too-small blue box, and things... changed.

The zeppelins didn't roar. There was a sort of quiet throb and sweep and then a vast shadow covering the sun. The zepps were all slow majesty, somehow futuristic and archaic at once, moving through the skies more like ships than planes, the preserve of the rich and the powerful in a world where pack-'em-tight no-frills ocean liners still ruled the waves. There was something oddly peaceful about watching one of the great airships sail overhead, serenely traversing the city en route to wherever, and yet, for all their elegance, he couldn't help but feel there was something missing, something vital....

There were so many odd little differences between there and here the faces on the coins, the names of the streets that the transition should have been obvious. But it wasn't until he heard the rumble of unnatural thunder high overhead, saw sleek and shining wings carve pale streaks across the sky, that Mickey Smith finally knew he was home.

~ fin ~