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I never thought it'd come down to this. The killing, I mean. I promised dad that I wouldn't, and I honestly can't believe that I broke that promise after trying so hard. I know he's not going to be happy with me if I ever see him again. He'll probably say I'm nothing but a soldier born to fight and kill. But that's one of the reasons why part of me is hoping he doesn't show up; and then there's another part me that wants to see him again. Him, and Donna, and Rose, and Jack. I'd like see all of them again. I know Donna, Rose and Jack would probably understand...sort of...but dad...he's always been a bit set in is pacifist ways. He said he used to fight a war, that he's killed, but he's just so set in his ways now, and I doubt that's going to change. I suppose I'll just have to face up to him if I ever see him again. Just explain that I tried. Maybe he'll understand. But on the other hand, I can't help but worry that he won't. Well, I suppose I won't know until I tell him, and that's certainly not happening now with him not being here. But...I swear I'll tell him if he shows up. I really will.

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Would you mind meeting me in the library sometime around sunset?

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On second thought, let's meet at the lake instead.

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[Jenny is sitting in the Library, her journal propped on a table as she writes. When she finishes, she closes her journal and walks over to a one of the bookshelves, running her finger down the rows as she reads each of the bindings. When she reaches the ends, she sighs, her forehead creasing in a bit frustration. She still couldn't find what she was looking for, but surely they had something that could help her, right? Anything even close would be useful, but still there seemed to be nothing. Moving to another shelf, she does the same as she did before, running her finger down the row of bindings, and reading the words on them. There had to be something, right? Sure, she had an hour or two before sunset, but she still wasn't sure if she'd even find the information she was looking for by then.]

Date: 2009-09-05 12:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mydadsthedoctor.livejournal.com
Not before I read it. I'll let you borrow it when I'm done, alright?

Date: 2009-09-05 12:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reconciledtwins.livejournal.com
*He looks a little disappointed as he turns it back over and just barely refrains from opening it anyway.* Alright. Lemme know when you're done, 'kay?

Date: 2009-09-05 12:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mydadsthedoctor.livejournal.com
[Holds her hand out for him to return the book.]

Don't worry, I will. You'll probably have it your hands by some time tomorrow if I read through the night. I probably won't be able to sleep for a couple nights anyway since I slept last night.

Date: 2009-09-05 12:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reconciledtwins.livejournal.com
*Returns the book, albeit reluctantly.* Alright...speaking of that, how're you feeling? I know you were kinda stiff the last time you regenerated... *Not gonna touch on the fact that she was tied up that time...*

Date: 2009-09-05 12:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mydadsthedoctor.livejournal.com
I'm feeling great! Physically anyway. Mentally, well, that's gonna take some time...and possibly some reading.
Edited Date: 2009-09-05 12:37 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-09-05 12:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reconciledtwins.livejournal.com
*All childishness gone now and his wings tense slightly in a sign of worry.* You wanna talk about it?

Date: 2009-09-05 12:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mydadsthedoctor.livejournal.com
Not much to talk about really. I killed someone Jr, and in doing so, I broke the most important promise that I ever made to my dad.

Date: 2009-09-05 01:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reconciledtwins.livejournal.com
Oh...I got it... *His eyes fall to the ground as he's reminded of the promise he'd made to Albedo that he would be safe from U-DO.*

Date: 2009-09-05 01:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mydadsthedoctor.livejournal.com
[Grabs a seat on the ground, wrapping her arms around her knees as she puts on a bit of a sentimental face while she remembers back.]

The day I was born from the progenation machine, dad told me that after awhile, killing infects you, and that once it does, you can never get rid of it. At the time, I was on my way to fight the soldiers that were following us. You know, to buy some time. But once I started fighting, his words started to really kick in. Oh, I managed to have such open shot at General Cobb, but I didn't do it. That was my choice. And for the first time since my creation, dad was actually proud of me. He saw me, not as soldier, or a weapons, but as his daughter. He invited me to travel with him and everything. I really wish I could have.

Date: 2009-09-05 01:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reconciledtwins.livejournal.com
*He sits down in front of her, eyes still cast down, though this time at the number on his hand.* He was right about that.

Date: 2009-09-05 01:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mydadsthedoctor.livejournal.com
I figured he was. Honestly, I think he's more experienced with war then either one of us. And he wasn't always a pacifist from what I hear. He told me that he had fought in a war before. One bigger then I'll probably ever know. A war that sacrificed his entire world.

Date: 2009-09-05 02:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reconciledtwins.livejournal.com
*His hand closes to cover the number.* Actually, that sounds kinda familiar.

Date: 2009-09-05 02:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mydadsthedoctor.livejournal.com
[She looks at Jr for a moment before turning her eyes down.]

Sorry, I probably shouldn't be talking about all this.

Date: 2009-09-05 02:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reconciledtwins.livejournal.com
*He stands up and puts a hand on her shoulder, forcing a smile.* Don't worry about it. If you need to talk, I can listen.

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