by Red WolfThe Doctor braced himself as the TARDIS shuddered to a stop. The landing drew Jack and Rose to the console room, evidence of their recent, good-natured argument still dusting their clothes.
Before the war had turned it into a desolate, denuded landscape, the planet had been a tourist hub. Now, all signs of habitation had been blasted into rubble, the population long since forgotten.
Jack clenched his teeth; it wasn't the first war zone he'd seen and he doubted be the last. He turned back to find Rose kneeling beside a small, green shoot, the Doctor's hand on her shoulder.
Doctor Who 100 — challenge #100: fresh start
Published Babble Horde — 03.01.2006
Published Doctor Who 100 — 03.01.2006
Published A Teaspoon and an Open Mind — 04.01.2006
Published fanfiction.net — 04.01.2006
doctor who | fan fiction | fiction | jack harkness | ninth doctor | rose tyler
Thanks. This one mutated quite a bit during writing. Wacky muse — via LiveJournal
— posted by Red Wolf at 15.09.2007 09:09 AEST | 
The title captures the mood very accurately. I think, however, that this might have been better at 200 words; it feels a bit hasty as it is — via LiveJournal
— posted by Elizabeth Culmer at 15.09.2007 09:10 AEST |
You're right, this got hacked quite significantly to meet the word limit. Don't know if I'm inclined to lengthen it at the moment, partly due to the lure of purple yarn — via LiveJournal
— posted by Red Wolf at 15.09.2007 09:11 AEST |
a small, green shoot
It just gets you right there — via LiveJournal — posted by mad_jaks at 15.09.2007 09:12 AEST |
Thanks! Not bad considering I had to cull a lot of story and all the dialogue and still ended up with something vaguely coherent — via LiveJournal
— posted by Red Wolf at 15.09.2007 09:12 AEST |
I think it's just right as it is. Though I wouldn't mind seeing a longer version, or a continuation. Quite lovely — via LiveJournal
— posted by firiel44 at 15.09.2007 09:13 AEST |
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