Two Suns

He watches her –

there are two suns rising in her eyes, orange skies and silver leaves

– he can't find the words, not yet.



"Where to next?" He's open and light, and she's looking at him and he knows he must be off.

(off – on – still constructing)

"Your choice," she says. Her eyes say: "what else?"



He holds her –

not yet, not yet, not yet.

"What now?" she asks. "Where we going from here?"

(forward – backwards – repeat – repeat)

"Your heart's desire," he replies, and her smile rebuilds another fraction, another moment in time.



Her eyes are full of questions but he sees the suns and whispers "stay, stay, say you'll stay with me."

She nods. The suns take a breath to wait for the dawn of the new day.



They blow a lot of shit up. It feels good.



He watches her –

maybe the next life, the next grab at the ring, but this one, this one

– he watches her shine and he basks in her glow, refracted.



(right – left – up – up – up)



He still has a soul, he realizes. There are two suns in her eyes –

all the civilizations he has met and loved and destroyed

– and she watches him carefully, and her touch is light and sweet and free.

This is good.

Requests: Turlough/Nyssa, Two/Polly, Tegan/Donna