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In the passageways beneath the park, where a group had gathered to break down a long-closed door, a laser beam was widening, and a broad circle began to blacken the surface of the wood, the locks melting and streaming down in shining rivulets, to puddle at the doorstep. The room was getting hot, now.

Outside, all at once, the rides all stopped. Animatronic figures jolted still; boats bumped each other confusedly; rollercoasters fell to the bottom of their tracks and did not continue up. The lights inside the buildings flickered off; the perpetual background noise of music and soundeffects went silent.

Below, the hole in the door began to crackle and spark around the edges, and for just a moment all the eyes trained on the door could see through it a fathomless darkness. An odd, organic silence filled the air; everyone's breathing and small movements were audible, but so too was a new absence of sound, as though the walls were all holding their breath.

And then the air around the door began to shimmer.

Date: 2008-12-06 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] late-born-myth.livejournal.com
--"I wanted to help," she said, a bit plaintively. "He invoked one of my dark faces, but I thought I did make things a little quieter for him."

She squeezed the Doctor's hand. "I know you, you know. Through other eyes. You were their friend, so I'm yours. And you can always call on me."

She went on tiptoe to press a brief kiss on his forehead--


And then was there before him, goddess again, with the same smile in the grim industrial light of the underground tunnel. She was a warm presence in the back of his mind.

Good luck, she told him.

Date: 2008-12-06 02:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-lonely-god.livejournal.com
--"I know," he murmured soothingly, reaching up to her forehead to brush away a strand of hair. "And you probably did him more good back then than I did. I just didn't understand." He squeezed back, and in that moment his mind was plenty open enough for her to see everything that gesture has meant to him over the years. Her kiss burned like Rose's.--

He opened his eyes. Thanks. And you too. And then he turned and left the room, with a nothing more than a look to John and an encouraging touch to the man's shoulder, like the passing of a baton.
Edited Date: 2008-12-06 02:32 am (UTC)

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