FIC: Remembrance (#72)
Feb. 6th, 2008 11:12 amTitle: Remembrance
Author:
kerravonsen
Fandom: Doctor Who
Words: 200
Challenge: #72 Forgotten and Remembered
Summary: Angel, drowning sorrows, finds he's not the only one. Post-"I Will Remember You"
"And she doesn't even remember!"
The lights in Caritas were dim. Angel ignored the off-key warbling from the kareoke singer on stage, and gulped at his seventh drink. Or was it the eighth one? The waitress had been taking away each glass as she'd brought him a new one, so he couldn't just count the empties to keep track.
"That's what you get for changing history," his drinking companion said grimly. "There's always a price. Be thankful your price was only memory."
Angel knew the fellow wasn't human. He didn't have any obvious signs of demonhood (apart from wearing a leather jacket in the heat of an LA summer) but he didn't smell human. There was something odd about his pulse, too; the drumbeat of his heartbeat was an oddly syncopated rhythm. Angel wasn't at all tempted to find out what the stranger's blood tasted like, which was a relief. No iron self-control required.
"You don't know what it's like," Angel complained.
"My companions had their memories wiped," the other snapped. "Everything we'd ever done together, erased, like they'd never known me. Don't you tell me I don't know what it's like!"
"What do you do?"
"We remember for them."
Author:
Fandom: Doctor Who
Words: 200
Challenge: #72 Forgotten and Remembered
Summary: Angel, drowning sorrows, finds he's not the only one. Post-"I Will Remember You"
"And she doesn't even remember!"
The lights in Caritas were dim. Angel ignored the off-key warbling from the kareoke singer on stage, and gulped at his seventh drink. Or was it the eighth one? The waitress had been taking away each glass as she'd brought him a new one, so he couldn't just count the empties to keep track.
"That's what you get for changing history," his drinking companion said grimly. "There's always a price. Be thankful your price was only memory."
Angel knew the fellow wasn't human. He didn't have any obvious signs of demonhood (apart from wearing a leather jacket in the heat of an LA summer) but he didn't smell human. There was something odd about his pulse, too; the drumbeat of his heartbeat was an oddly syncopated rhythm. Angel wasn't at all tempted to find out what the stranger's blood tasted like, which was a relief. No iron self-control required.
"You don't know what it's like," Angel complained.
"My companions had their memories wiped," the other snapped. "Everything we'd ever done together, erased, like they'd never known me. Don't you tell me I don't know what it's like!"
"What do you do?"
"We remember for them."
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Date: 2008-02-06 12:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-06 12:44 am (UTC)We need to get
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Date: 2008-02-06 07:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-06 07:42 am (UTC)I might not watch Who, but the sentiment comes through loud and clear. Nice drabble.
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Date: 2008-02-06 09:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-10 02:26 pm (UTC)Which Doctor is it?
I'm not very familiar with "old"!Who, the only companions I can remember being mind wiped were Two's (Jaime and Victoria, right?). Except there's "leather jacket" so Nine reminiscing?
Great Drabble! *snickers* The Doctor? Out-brooding that broody vampire? And getting at prickly. Fun!
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Date: 2008-02-10 10:44 pm (UTC)