A package is left on her nightstand.

There is a note attached:

Every year should be a good one.
Happy Birthday

What is inside the package... )
God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name…


He lands on her birthday.

It's quite by accident, of course, he's not even supposed to land along her timeline at all. But most things in life, well, in his life, are by accident, happenstance, or chance. He's come to accept these sort of things.

It's still disarming to see her again. He walks around the corner of a hallway and she turns as well and there they are, standing in the same space.


"My Angel."

With a wave of her hand, the two women she was addressing leave without question. She turns back and looks up at him, her face at once angry and anticipating. She is young and old as well, and it is a tribute to her beauty that he can't figure out what year he's landed to visit her.

"I had often wished you would visit again," she says. "But I had often imagined it under different circumstances."

He looks down at his clothes. The blue suit he wears is torn at the sleeve and knee, and the tie around his neck is askew. The TARDIS had been parked out in one of the gardens, unfortunately near where a fire-breathing Graske had taken up residence. He'd meant to take a quick look 'round before heading back to the TARDIS. But, well, he walked into a piece of his own history before then. He's come to accept these sort of things.

"Well, never a chance to slow down," he says. "You know me."

She smiles thinly, and coughs into a small handkerchief. Tuberculosis takes her in the end, he thinks, seeing the bloodstain on the white fabric. But she was sick (is sick) for a very long time prior to that. A silly, stupid illness that could've been cured not even two hundred years in the future. Time is so short for them. Truncated, sliced away. There's not enough time to see anything, or do anything, and even a life as fantastic and accomplished as Madame du Pompadour will be lost to time.

But not lost to him.

He wishes he could tell just how long it's been for her. It has been so very, very long for him. Has he left her waiting by the fireplace? How could she look so calm, talk to him so sweetly, if she knew (knows) he has already left her?

Or perhaps she doesn't know how old he is. Perhaps, for the first time, they are on the same timeline, both old and both lonely for a long while without each other.

One of the women reappears and gestures to Reinette, who ignores her. If anything, the gesture appears to put her out more than interest her.

"They are planning for the ball, tonight," she says. "For my birthday." She takes in a breath. "You'll come. You'll dance with me." There is no question in her voice.

"I don't dance anymore," he says.

"Which is what you said before," she replies, her lips very slightly turning upwards, pleased by the challenge his refusal gives her.

"I only dance with the stars, now," he says.

"A noble pastime," she says, nodding to placate him.

"I don't dance with people," he insists. "I don't love them, not anymore. I dance with time and space." He dances with universes and unrealities, he rewrites history and undoes time. It's what he's become, now. He's not the same man who sipped watered-down wine at the Yew Ball and danced with a pretty woman simply because he wanted to.

Her smile changes, very subtly. He can see the lines in her eyes, the creases in her smile. She's much older than she was when he left her at the fireplace, he decides. She may not show it on her face, but it's there, in her eyes.

"Time and space is all that you love?" she says, her words crisp and delicate 18th century French vowels. "You must be aware that it will never love you back."

They're both far too old to be dancing, he thinks. Far too old to be playing. He needs someone to stop him, and she deserves the stars. Deserves them at least once.

"Come with me," he says.

He reaches out a hand to touch her face, but she moves back, very slightly, leaving the warmth of her skin in the cold December air. He can feel the streams of her timeline in her wake, touch the fragile strands binding her to this December, what must be the last December she spends alive.

He's shattered fixed positions in time before, but he'll never quite accept that he can.

"Dance with me," she says.

They stand together here, but timelines away from each other.

There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save

I'm not sorry there's nothing to save…

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 851, not including lyrics from Star's "Your Ex-Lover Is Dead"
Mike says it's romantic and depressing, so it must be one of my stories. =|
In case you weren't aware, the Doctor is the greatest friend in the universe and that means he can't go off and miss Jack's not-couplely-significant-other's birthday. Following up his absolutely fantastic gift last year (and only remembering for the same reason), he's left another box by the coffee pot in the Hub.

Happy Birthday Ianto!


-The Doctor

What is inside the box... )
Since the oddity that is his human self does not actually have a birthday, the Doctor has picked a random day (which may or may not coincide with the one-year anniversary of the creation of the journal [livejournal.com profile] handysparehand) to get his human self a card.

Inside, it reads:
It's your birthday. Well, not actually your birthday as you weren't technically born. But it's a good day to celebrate it.
Or something like it.

Later on, the Doctor is informed this is probably rude. So, he goes out and purchases a few birthday gifts.

What is inside the packages... )

The Doctor may be the worst at keeping track of time, but he can't forget Dorothy's birthday! She'd murder him! Or at the very least be very unhappy with him. And we simply can't have that.

So! Last minute shopping is in order. He throws together a few fun gifts and remembers that he used the last of his wrapping paper on Christina's gift. So! He figures something out and scribbles up a card and leaves the package and the card on the console for Dorothy to find.

Happy Birthday Dorothy!
You only turn 117 once! I hope it's a good one!

What is inside the package... )
As the Doctor is never one to forget Rose's Birthday (especially since he put that date in his automatic TARDIS reminder system (ATRS for short---he really should figure out something more pronounceable). However, he realizes while trying to pick out presents that he's really rather rubbish at it. After some help from Claire, he finally gets all his gifts together and puts them in one box. The box is left outside of Rose's room along with a note:

Happy Birthday, Rose.
The Doctor

What is inside the box... )
A red package is left in the passenger seat of her flying vehicle. How did he get in? That's the real question. Also, the clamps are more firmly twisted in place, to prevent falling off.

What is inside the package... )
rude_not_ginger: (=))
( Feb. 2nd, 2009 08:55 pm)
The Doctor has come to learn that he is very bad at gift giving. Nonetheless, this small package is sent to Lorna's home.

What is inside the package... )
For the many Reinettes the Doctor knows, happy birthday to them.

A silver package, wrapped very neatly (and most likely not wrapped by the Doctor).

For canonical Reinette, left inside her dressing chamber at Versailles.

What is inside that package... )

For [livejournal.com profile] relativespace Reinette, the gift is left inside of their bedroom, on her nightstand.

What is inside that package... )

For [livejournal.com profile] realityshifted Reinette, the gift is left on the Plane with isomorphic locks to keep any prying eyes away.

What is inside that package... )

For any modern version of Reinette, this gift is sent by courier.

What is inside the package... )
rude_not_ginger: (lip bite)
( Nov. 10th, 2008 08:22 pm)
A generic birthday card is sent.

I'm only sending you this because Jack would get angry if I didn't.

Don't be evil this year.

Happy Birthday,

The Doctor
A gift is left at the Petrelli offices. The Doctor was aiming for classy but ended up with this:

There is a note attached:

I've seen you change and grow. A bit like me, actually. So here's a gift for the two incarnations of Nathan Petrelli. Happy Birthday. -the Doctor

What is inside the box... )
There's too much going on for the Doctor to attend Molly's party, but a gift is left at the table, and a slice of cake may or may not also be missing.

Happy Birthday, Molly!
Cheers, The Doctor
is on the envelope attached to the gift bag.

What is inside the bags... )
In case you weren't aware, it is entirely possible that the Doctor is the world's worst husband. Not only is he a mean, insufferable jerk, he also is exactly 41 days late for his one year anniversary.

So, he does not say anything, instead leaves lots of shiny, wrapped packages in the console room, with the hope that she might forgive him.

There is a note:

I've never been quite on time, but I never forget.
Happy Anniversary.
Je t'aime,
The Doctor.

What is in the boxes... )
The gift is sent to the Wolfram & Hart science department and is placed underneath Fred's desk for her discovery. It is entirely possible the box may be larger on the inside.

What is inside the box... )
Although the Doctor does not know [livejournal.com profile] tm_aurora or [livejournal.com profile] tm_northstar very well, he never likes to miss a birthday. Two gifts are sent out to each of the twins.

What is inside the boxes... )
The package is left near the coffee pot in the Hub. There is a note attached:
Happy Birthday, Ianto!
Apparently, the Doctor is not entirely certain what else to say to him. It is also possible that the only reason he's remembered Ianto's birthday is because Martha reminded him. Bad Doctor!

What is inside the box... )
The package is left outside his previous self's TARDIS, because entering his own TARDIS in the past seems a bit too dangerous to try out. The box is shiny, silver, and has a note attached:

Happy birthday, Ace! Just keep it up, you're brilliant as ever.
The Doctor

What is inside the box.. )
rude_not_ginger: (doctor/donna supercool and funky fresh)
( Aug. 8th, 2008 10:18 pm)
For those of you who aren't aware, in the Time Lord cycle of holidays, it's Otherstide, also know as a Othersmass and the Festival of Freedom. Depending on how you calculate the days, Otherstide either falls in the middle of March or the middle of August, and since all the other Time Lord holidays fall in the spring, I figure we can celebrate Otherstide now. What is Otherstide, you might ask?

Basically, Otherstide is a Gallifreyan celebration surrounding the Other, Rassilon, Omega, and some bloke named Cartmel. It involves staying indoors, trading gifts, and general merriment.

So, it's a time of gift-giving for Time Lords. And the Doctor knows quite a few. So, if you're a Time Lord and the Doctor knows you, you can expect to find one of these near your door.

What is in the package... )
The packages are placed in the console room and rather unceremoniously zapped back in time for a certain friend's journal anniversary (as there's no real point in celebrating birthdays with yourself) that may or may not have been late.

There is a note attached.

Yeah, pretend these aren't belated. Also, pretend you're surprised that they are.
Happy belated anniversary,
Older Self

What is inside the packages )
The box is placed very carefully on K-9's back, and perhaps attached with a little bit of tape to make sure it doesn't fall off and break. There is also a note:

Happy birthday, Sarah! Now, I know I've been neglectful in years past, so here's a little something, hopefully to cheer you!
The Doctor

What is inside the box... )


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