The Metals Series
Disclaimer: I really don't own Doctor Who...it's sad, I know...
A/N: So, a few people have messaged me over the past couple of months asking if I could put all my Metals series into one story so that it's easier to find, which makes sense 'cause even I have trouble finding them on my profile! And I finally got around to it today (stupid uni work preventing me from doing it earlier) so I hope you guys like it! A/N Take Two: I'm like a magpie when it comes to reviews...they are shiny things that distract me from work and therefore I love them a lot, so feel free to leave them!
A/N Take Two: I'm like a magpie when it comes to reviews...they are shiny things that distract me from work and therefore I love them a lot, so feel free to leave them!
The twin suns, glowing golden spheres in the burnt orange sky, sunk below the intensity of the red hills. They cast a faint pink glow across the glass of the Citadel as two boys lay in the long crimson grass and watched the sky blaze.
Theta's lower lip began to tremble and his blue eyes glistened with tears. Koschei sighed and let his eyelids drop; he didn't do crying. It didn't change anything, though, Koschei mused. Theta was beautiful when he cried; there was something otherworldly about him when the crystal droplets formed shimmering trails down his cheeks, something ethereal, when no other sound but his tiny choking breaths seemed to exist. Still, he couldn't admit that.
"What are you crying for?" he demanded, the brusque tone of his voice seemingly waking the other boy from his daze. Theta wiped his face on his sleeve, brushing his floppy brown hair out of his eyes. He looked at Koschei and shrugged.
"Don't know," he muttered quietly, suddenly embarrassed. "Seemed like the right thing to do. It's beautiful here. I never want to leave."
Koschei studied him for a moment, noting the sincerity of his expression, and then he said, "You'll have to. My father will send you home."
"I know…" Theta whined softly. "I just meant that I wish time would stop. Right here, right now."
"That's stupid. Why would you want to stop time? We control it! All that power, can't you feel it, Theta?"
"Of course I can. I just…I don't want it…" He looked up at his best friend, his blue eyes huge and pleading, as if Koschei could take it all away; the power that frightened Theta so much that he would never stop running away from it.
Koschei bit back his angry retort and stared at Theta. He really meant what he said; all Theta wanted was to stay right where they were, together. It wouldn't last, Koschei knew that. The drums in his head ticked over the time that was passing; waiting, just waiting for the call to arms. It was coming; he could sense it; the drumbeat getting ever stronger, ever faster. He couldn't stop it. Instead, he looked at his friend and smiled. A performer's smile, his never-ending act.
"We're golden, you and me. The Children of Time itself. We can stop it, or change it…if we really want. We're golden, Theta…just like that sky."
Darkness spread across Gallifrey, the deep oceanic blue sweeping across the sky, cutting through the trails of orange left by the planet's suns. The scarlet grass appeared almost black in the fading light; a sea of verdant waves, breaking against the mountains and the great glass dome of the Citadel. In the grass, right in the middle of a midnight field, there were the imprints of two boys where they had been lying on the ground. Their laughter echoed through the silvery trees, leaving a trace of gold wherever they ran.