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Post by Katrina on Nov 30, 2005 9:19:33 GMT 1
i've not given up with LHS/PAL or Half-A-Heart but as it's nearing Christmas (YAY) i thought i'd post a christmas fic. It's is made up of two sectionss and i'm not sure how long each section is (although It Will Be Lonely is at least 10). It Will Be Lonely jumps around a bit year wise, but i'll put the year it takes place at the top of the part. i'll post the first two parts today, as the prologue is not really that much todo with Doctors, apart from it sets the scene for the fic.
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Prologue 2025
The snow flakes swirled around the sky, landing softly on the already crisp white ground. The light tiny powdery dust of three hours ago was now deep enough to make a perfect snow angel or a rather large snowman. All around Britain in various towns, various people stood at their windows watching, this was the first Christmas snow for probably 20 years. But six individuals stood away from their windows busying themselves with other matters, for the snow brought them no good cheer just memories from the calm before the storm.
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Post by Katrina on Nov 30, 2005 9:21:44 GMT 1
Part 1
2025
The woman stared at herself in the mirror, she’d lost many minutes sat there wondering where the woman of 20 years ago had disappeared. She shook her head sadly; the years had not been kind. Her once blond hair was now almost complete white, only a few miniscule streaks of blond remained. Her once beautiful bright green eyes where now less bright, although as her daughter pointed out on many occasions, filled with the wisdom of her years. She stood up and slowly walked downstairs, doing anything to quickly now wasn’t advisable. She felt near tears as she walked in to the living room, tomorrow it would be Christmas day, and yet the room was completely bare of decorations, she hadn’t felt strong enough to put them up herself and her children both had lives of their own now. Her son, now married with children of his own, lived a few hours away but had said his mum could come stay with them, he’d even offered to pick her up, but she’d politely refused saying she didn’t feel up to the journey. Her daughter however was a free spirit, currently travelling around Australia. She sent postcards every few months but other than that, her mum never heard from her. She turned and moved towards the mantelpiece, hidden behind photos of her beloved grandchildren was a group photo taken Christmas 2005, one of the few Christmases where she could actually remember it snowing. That had been the most special Christmas of her entire life spent with some of the people she cared for most – her children and her colleagues and friends. It was the February after that when everything went wrong. She frowned at herself in the picture, then turned to look towards the window, it was snowing again, her frown deepened.
“Doctor Helen Thompson” she scoffed “what the hell happened”
a thousand memories flooded her mind of Christmas 2005
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Post by Katrina on Dec 2, 2005 12:33:49 GMT 1
i've decided that i'll post it this way with the characters 2025 story followed by their 2005 story.
Part 2
2005
Doctor Helen Thompson groaned as Claire wriggled impatiently on the chair, as her mum redid one of her plaits for the seventh time, she’d said the last six attempts hadn’t been level with the other plait, Claire had been happy enough with her hair down long but her mum had said that for this party they’d have to dress up. Finally Helen tied the red ribbons around the ends of the plaits. Each ribbons edge was lined with white fluff. When she’d tied the bow, Claire jumped happily off the chair, she turned towards her mum and smiled, Helen felt tears welling up in her eyes, Claire looked so beautiful. Her dress was red and white. Helen reached around behind herself for her camera, but by the time she’d grabbed it, Claire had bounded off, unable to stay still any longer. Helen rolled her eyes, Claire hated to stand still, especially when she was waiting to do something. Still Helen wouldn’t change her daughter for the world. Her son, Dan, skidded in to the room, Helen felt all teary again. Her son looked so grown up, his hair was flat on his head and he wore his best outfit, which as Helen fondly remembered had been picked out by Dan himself and her late fiancée Jack as a wedding outfit. Dan noticed his mum’s eyes filling with tears, he rushed over to her and wrapped his arms around her neck.
“it’s ok mum, would you prefer if I changed out of this?” Helen shook her head
“no, you look so handsome” Claire bounded in to the room
“when are we going?” she whined
“now” Helen smiled. The three left the house together, as they pulled out of the driveway, Claire noticed tiny flakes of snow falling, she nudged Dan who smiled.
“just in time for Christmas” he whispered, causing Claire’s smile to widen.
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Post by Katrina on Dec 6, 2005 14:08:45 GMT 1
Part 3 2025
Gently she twirled her hair around her finger, it was still long and mostly dark brown but as she often told herself, the silvery grey was slowly, but surely creeping in. she couldn’t help but feeling slightly lucky, she was nearing her sixties and the grey was only just coming. She looked around her living room, fairy lights twinkled around the tree, every so often a piece of tinsel would sparkle when it caught the light. She couldn’t help but feel slightly sad; this would be the first Christmas she’d spent alone. A small tear slipped down her cheek; his death had occurred eight long months ago, one month ago she’d actually began to believe she was slowly getting over his death but now this, never in all her married years had she expected to spend a Christmas without him. This time last year, herself and her husband had been putting up decorations, wrapping up presents and having a wonderful time. This year, she’d ‘watched’ as her daughters had put up the decorations, lost in her own little world. She stood from where she was sat and walked slowly out to the hall, on the wall hung hundreds of different pictures, most of them of her two daughters, her pride and joy. Neither one was able to spend Christmas with their mum, something they all regretted. A few pictures were family portraits, tears slipped down the woman’s face as she saw one, this photo was taken at Christmas, their daughters had been 7 and 8 at the time, both of them dressed up in their special Christmas outfits, her husband smiled happily at the camera holding his wife close. She moved along, unable to look at that photo any longer. As she went along the wall, a photo caught her eye – a photo taken Christmas 2005, of herself, her husband, her colleagues and friends and her eldest daughter when she was a baby of just over a month old. That Christmas was one of the best ever, it had actually snowed. Looking out of the window had been so beautiful, the ground had shone. Then everything had gone wrong. gently she placed her fingers on her lips and kissed them, then she placed them to her husbands smiling face in the picture. She turned and looked out of the clear glass in the door, the snow was deepening, just as it had 20 years ago.
“merry Christmas Ronnie” she smiled. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to mentally slip back 20 years.
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Post by Katrina on Dec 10, 2005 19:10:54 GMT 1
part 4 2005
George Woodson cooed over her baby daughter Alexia-Belle, who was falling asleep in her carrycot. For the millionth time George adjusted the yellow blanket that was tucked around the baby.
“d’you think she’ll be warm enough” George fretted to her exasperated husband Ronnie who hadn’t had a decent nights sleep since Alexia-Belle’s birth, this wasn’t because the baby woke up at all hours for a feed, it was because George woke him at all hours worrying – will she be warm enough? Could she be to hot? Does she need a feed? Does her nappy need changing? It was constant questions.
“she’ll be warm enough. Now we’d best get going” Ronnie lifted the carrycot but before leaving the room stopped and looked at his wife, a smile appeared on his lips “you look beautiful darling. I’m one lucky man, a beautiful wife and a beautiful daughter” George smiled at him. Quickly they left the room and the house, as Ronnie placed the carrycot in to the car and secured it George’s worries showed again – was it fixed securely, was it totally safe. Ronnie lent down, and whispered into Alexia-Belle’s ear
“mummy’s worries to much doesn’t she baby? Your first party Lexie!” he gently kissed her cheek, George had since turned around to look at them
“mummy does not worry to much, she just likes to make sure that her little Alex is happy and healthy” Ronnie rolled his eyes and closed the car door. He moved towards the drivers side of the car and climbed in, As he pulled away from the drive, fine flakes of snow began to fall from the sky. Ronnie and George hardly noticed them, but Alexia-Belle was looking out the window, now fully awake, mystified by the white stuff falling from the sky.
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Post by Katrina on Dec 14, 2005 18:36:53 GMT 1
part 5 2025
Sluggishly the blond woman walked in to her gleaming living room, every inch of the room shone. She looked at her nails, they were short and grubby, twenty years ago she’d kept them in tip-top conditions. She looked at her husband, he was slouched on the sofa, watching the TV. The woman shook her head, he’d been so handsome, a real ladies man – a little too much so at times, she’d fallen for him almost instantly. When his wife was killed in the accident, she’d been a comfort to him and gradually their relationship blossomed. She smiled as the memory filled her. Yes, their courtship had been wonderful, he’d wined and dined her, treated her like a queen. Then came the wedding, a real fairytale apart from one thing – it didn’t end happily ever after. Money had never been an issue, and still wasn’t but he’d changed. He wasn’t abusive to her, far from it but he expected so much. He liked his home to be kept like a palace. She was expected to go to work to earn money for luxuries like holidays but also expected to work hard at home. He didn’t want a cleaner, another woman rooting around in his drawers. She was not only his wife, she was his scivvy. Still two years from her forty-fifth birthday, grey hair was already sneaking in. she shook her head, she left the room and stared at herself in the full length hall mirror, she felt so bloody tired, working as a cashier, cleaning the house and nearing her seventh month of pregnancy was not helping matters. On the stand next to the mirror behind the latest scan pic, stood a picture taken 20 years ago. She picked it up and stared at herself in it – she’d been reasonably pretty then. Her husband came up behind her and smiled at himself in the picture, to him he’d not changed a bit, but to others he was a little larger around the waist, his hair was, like his wife’s, slowing getting filled with grey and the single earring he’d once worn lay forgotten in a drawer somewhere. In the picture, he was holding his late ex-wife close while his current wife stood away from them. That Christmas had been wonderful, snow had fallen, they’d all been together. She turned and looked at her husband, they rarely spoke anymore, they exchanged the usual pleasantries of course but they never had real conversations, they were just two married people living in the same house.
“I love you Jimmi” she gently kissed him
“And I love you Sarah, so what’s for tea” she rolled her eyes but like the good little wife she was now trained to be, she walked slowly towards the kitchen. She hated what she’d become but she loved her husband.
“you idiot Sarah, you had so much going for you, so how’d this happen” she said softly to herself, she turned and looked at the snow through the kitchen window. A single tear slipped down her face. She began to think back 20 years, which caused her more tears
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Post by Katrina on Dec 28, 2005 21:29:37 GMT 1
part 6 2005
Sarah Finch looked at herself in the mirror for the hundredth time; she’d spent the best part of two hours fixing her hair so that it was just right, and another hour on top of that doing her make-up. Two weeks worth of shopping had been spent trying to find the perfect dress within her rather tight budget. She had, in the last shop she’d visited found just what she was looking for. The dress wasn’t revealing but it wasn’t modest either, it was somewhere in between. It was rose pink, and fit her perfectly; in fact it was like it had been made specifically for her. she turned from the mirror, and looked slowly around her bedroom trying to find the shoes, that matched the dress, mentally she cursed herself as she remember kicking them under her bed the night before, slowly and carefully Sarah knelt, when she was low enough she reached under the bed and grabbed at the shoes. Triumphantly she stood and pressed the creases straight again, she slipped her feet in to the shoes and turned again to the mirror. She could hardly believe that it was herself she was looking at. She turned again and began to walk towards the door of her room, just before exiting the room, she grabbed her shawl from the back of the chair draping it delicately over her arm. Carefully she walked downstairs, as she stepped in to the hall, she was blinded by the flash of her dad’s camera,
“oh Sarah, you look so beautiful” her mum gushed from somewhere in the room, Sarah couldn’t work out where, all she could see where purple spots dancing around in front of her eyes. Blindly she stepped down from the step, tripping on her heals, luckily her dad caught her just in time. Sarah stood leaning against him for a few seconds, until the spots finally disappeared. Then she gently kissed her dads cheek, called a goodbye to her mum, grabbed her small handbag and car keys from the table by the door and left the house. As she walked towards the car she wished she’d brought a pair of trainers with her to drive in, but she gritted her teeth and climbed in to the car, thinking of how the night would be. She thought of Jimmi and her quest for his heart and of his wife. Sarah climbed in to the car, and drove off, she was concentrating so hard on the road and on her desire for Jimmi, that she didn’t even notice the light snow that was beginning to fall.
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Post by Katrina on Dec 28, 2005 21:30:24 GMT 1
part 7 2005
Amanda gently straightened Jimmi’s tie and quickly swiped at his shirt, trying to get miniscule pieces of dirt of it. Sometimes both of them felt the relationship was more of a mother-son relationship rather than husband and wife. The two of them looked at each other, for Amanda all she could think of was her love for her husband, a love that had caused her to tell a lie so big it had almost completely destroyed their marriage. All Jimmi could think about was the blond haired receptionist who worked with him. Jimmi desperately wanted to take the plunge and tell Amanda the truth, but something stopped him every time. sometimes when he looked at her, he felt physically sick as he remembered the lie she told, other times he felt such gratitude for saving him when he’d been younger.
”I love you Jimmi” Amanda said softly, usually Jimmi would automatically reply with ‘I love you to Amanda’ but today his mind was on Sarah. Jimmi turned away and looked in to the living room, the room was dazzling, tinsel hung from every inch of space.
“we’d best go” he said gruffly. And as if they were robots, they both left the house and climbed in to the car. As they drove towards the Mill a light snow began to fall but neither saw it – Jimmi was again thinking of Sarah while Amanda was angry that he hadn’t said he loved her.
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Post by Katrina on Dec 29, 2005 19:56:40 GMT 1
i'm going to post two parts again today
part 8 2025
He sat in his small box like surgery, still a doctor after all these years. He caught a quick glimpse of himself reflected in the computer screen on his desk, he smiled. He couldn’t help it, he didn’t look his age, well apart from his skin, which was wrinkling slightly but his hair was still black and his eyes still soft, warm and kind not giving away anything about his age like others he knew. He clicked his computer mouse and pressed three buttons, the computer went haywire throwing various files up on screen, the man frowned, Today was the final day he was working before his Christmas break, a break his wasn’t looking forward to. His small cottage felt even emptier at Christmas, he hated it, hence why he was still working on Christmas Eve. He even hated going in to the reception of the small surgery, it was so bright and cheerful. Finally the computer stopped throwing up files and left only a picture on the screen, a photo taken 20 years ago, Christmas 2005. the picture showed a scene that almost brought a tear to his eye, his face was breaking out in to a wide grin, his arm wrapped around a pretty dark skinned nurse, who’d been a good friend to him apart from trying to unsuccessfully trying to set him up on numerous dates but thinking back on it now, it made him smile. he touched her face on the screen she’d been his age. Way to young to go. A tear slipped down his cheek. He hated Februaries, they all brought the date of the anniversary of the accident and her death. The snow at the Christmas had been so wonderful, she’d been so proud to see it. If only he’d known then, it would be the last Christmas she saw. he’d have made it even more special. The happiness and splendiness of that should have been an indication of the awfulness to come, but you never think ahead like that. He hung his head
“if you’d have stayed Faith maybe me and Matthew would have worked out” another tear, he shook his head
“Greg Robinson, what happened?” he said to himself and the photo, he turned and looked out of the window, the fields that stretched for miles around where slowly covering in snow, he felt even more tears coming as he saw it. Snow, since that February it had been something he knew he’d never want to see again. Memories of the days long gone filled his mind, and a tiny smile crossed his face, just for a second
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Post by Katrina on Dec 29, 2005 19:58:14 GMT 1
part 9 2005
Greg Robinson frowned as he placed the phone back in its cradle, he couldn’t believe that Matthew had let him down. He had been really looking forward to taking his boyfriend to the Christmas party; letting Matthew get to know his friends and letting his friends get to know Matthew. Then they’d have been the congratulating of Faith for getting the two together, Greg smiled, Faith really had made a wonderful cupid when she put Matthew and Greg together and she knew it to. Never did more than three days pass when she didn’t ask him how the relationship was going, and Greg always replied that it was going well, never giving away to much but always flashing his friend a secretive smile that he knew never failed to drive Faith up the wall. Greg looked at himself in the hall mirror, his reflection looked back, Greg stared at himself wishing that Matthew’s reflection would appear behind him, but he knew it wouldn’t, Matthew was off working as per usual. Matthew was a real workaholic but when Greg could prise him away from his work, Greg found that Matthew was a wonderful man with a real zest for life. Greg looked away from the mirror and up at the clock on the wall, he smiled, time to get going. He grabbed the jacket that was drapped over the stair banister and his keys which were on the table, before leaving the house, as he walked towards the car he felt something land on his hand but when he looked to see what it was there was nothing there
“rain” he rolled his eyes, well what else was to be expected it was Britain and winter. He climbed in to the car and drove off, switching on his windscreen wipers quickly. He was concentrating so much on the road and Matthew, that he didn’t notice that the rain was actually snow
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