#donna au

[borrowedtimeandspace]

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11. Melancholy

From this list of gt prompts.

AU: A Patient, and Time (Donna AU); set after Abandoned

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Breathe in. In a little more. Out slow…

Zepheera's favored breathing technique did wonders for her nerves these days. That, and mindful activities like her sewing. Under a small light that sat on the old seat in the console room, the borrower sat in silence as her fingers worked patiently.

The rest of the dim console room was far from silent. Half of the floor panels were pulled up, several boxes and trunks dug out from their depths, and the contents of those strewn about the rest of the floor. The Doctor sat right in the middle of it all, digging around for the right parts for a device that had come to mind in his boredom.

This was a time in which his companions would usually be asleep. The Time Lord would dim the lights to simulate a day/night cycle for them, and he would have eight or so hours to kill. Zepheera, however, was having a rather sleepless "night". 

She wasn't overly troubled or anxious, it was more subconscious than that. Something in the back of her mind wouldn't rest, and for some reason hit Zepheera harder tonight. At first she thought she'd go for a walk, perhaps wear herself out by stretching her legs. It only served to draw attention to how heavy her feet were, and something dense that sat in the middle of her chest. 

With her mind occupied parsing through the weighty feeling keeping her awake, her body seemed to have done some thinking for her, and she eventually found herself at the entrance to the console room. The Doctor was surprised to see her there, but unbothered by her insomnia-driven wandering. He acknowledged her arrival, and paid passive attention as she climbed her way up to the seat and settled in. He wordlessly fetched the small light for her when he noticed her sewing project come out of her borrowing bag.

They'd been working together a lot lately, going over methods for Zepheera to regulate her stress levels. That, combined with the heart-to-hearts talks she'd had with Donna during their time as roommates, had gotten many things in Zepheera's head to rattle around. It had been a very, very long time since she'd felt comfortable enough with anyone to be vulnerable with them. 

Now her mind, once a deeply packed drawer, was like the floor of the console room. Moments long past, scattered about without rhyme or reason, on full display and reminding her of things she wished she could forget. Things she'd pushed down for years and years because looking back on them was too painful and saddening.

"Doctor?"

"Yeah?" The Time Lord in question straightened from his hunched seat, glancing Zepheera's way.

Zepheera hesitated, gathering her disorganized thoughts. Maybe this was what she needed. There were some things that, as much as she respected the woman and treasured her friendship, Zepheera simply couldn't share with Donna. She wouldn't understand them, not in a way that would avoid making Zepheera feel as though she were burdening Donna with them. The Doctor, though…

"You said you were over nine hundred years old, right?" she settled on asking as her hands slowly lowered into her lap.

"I did," said the Doctor with a quirked eyebrow, trying to puzzle out where Zepheera was going with this.

Zepheera began to slowly pack away her sewing, hoping to prolong the excuse to not look the Doctor in the eye as she spoke. "Do you…remember it? All that time, all those years?"

Concern started to bubble up in the Doctor as he turned to face her more directly, tinkering forgotten. "For the most part. What's brought this–?"

"And the things you regret," Zepheera interrupted, her tone sharpened enough to cut through the much larger man's voice. "Do those memories… Does it ever get easier?"

The Doctor noticed the distinct lack of a question as to whether or not he had anything to regret, but he supposed it would be fanciful to think none would occur in nine hundred years. He also sensed that this came from personal experience.

His suspicions were confirmed when Zepheera finally brought herself to turn to look at him, and he noticed the slightest sheen of tears on her tiny cheeks, reflecting her little work light.

"Is there a way to cope with horrible things you've done, when they happened so long ago that they can't ever be fixed?"

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