It occured to me that the changes I'm making to "Last of the Time Lords" for my fic make the story... downright messianic. And so the following story bit popped into my head.
"She gave her life to save the world. Downright messianic, that."
"Now that you mention it, yeah. Right down to the---before. The glowing didn't hurt the image, either."
"If only... if only she'd follow the rest of the story. On the third day she rose again, ascended into the heavens, and is seated at the right hand of the Doctor."
"Never let it be said you don't have an ego. Hey, what does that make me? The Holy Ghost? No thanks."
"You'd get to play with fire."
"Okay, maybe. You know... it hasn't been three days yet."
"Yes. I know."
"Maybe..."
"No, Jack. She's gone."
"Yeah."
...my brain is an interesting place. I may have to clean that up for voices (so it sounds more like them) and use it. Cause... they're right, you know.
[Edit] ...and then it wrote more.
Check it out at my fic LJ.
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"Hey, since when do you know the Apostles' Creed?"
"Jack. I lived for three months in a small, conservative village. In 1912."
"Right. I forgot."
"Anyway... Since when do you know the Apostles' Creed?"
"You lived for three months in 1912. I lived for twelve months in 1912. And 1911, and 1913, and 1914..."
Hee. I loved that part. Also, them talking about the Messianic element is made of win.
Now, ah iz ded uv de 25 lb pack of back. *Pitches forward, dead*
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