“What would you have done if we had been trapped on that ship forever?”
Nyssa was sitting on her bed, legs swinging, and Tegan looked up in surprise when she spoke. She’d asked it in a perfectly normal voice, as if it was a perfectly normal question. No different to inquiring about the weather or wondering aloud what outfit she should wear today.
“I don’t know.”
What was she supposed to say? It was all over now, anyway. Tegan didn’t particularly want to dwell on it. The Brigadier had been returned to his own time, with his memories fully restored and, as usual, the Doctor had swept away just as suddenly as he’d arrived.
Sometimes his detachment alarmed Tegan, but, the more time she spent with him, the more she came to understand why it was necessary. He’d been willing to give up his regenerations to save her and Nyssa, but they’d never speak about it again. Couldn’t speak about it again. It would be too hard.
In fact, if it hadn’t been for Turlough, they probably would have swept the entire incident under the metaphorical carpet. But, with him on board the TARDIS, it was rather hard for any of them to forget. Nyssa was worried. So was Tegan, actually, but she wasn’t going to admit as much. She was supposed to be the brave one, wasn’t she? Brave heart.
“There are worse things than being stuck with you for an eternity,” Nyssa continued, with that soft smile of hers. The smile that made Tegan feel hot and cold at the same time, and – when it was directed at the Doctor rather than her – inordinately jealous.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and Tegan found herself wrestling with an urge to reach forward and do it herself. She was sitting on her own bed, only a few feet away. It wasn’t impossible. Just a little foolish.
“No, there aren’t!” retorted Tegan with a laugh, “I’m just…” “A mouth on legs?” “Exactly. I’d drive you mad!”
Nyssa shook her head, brown curls bouncing on her shoulders. Again, Tegan fought the impulse to tangle her fingers in them, drawing Nyssa to her across the room and…
“You could never drive me mad, Tegan. You’re my best friend.”
…and kissing her. Kissing her until she couldn’t breathe. Over and over again, until they’d both forgotten themselves enough for Tegan to pluck up the courage and slide a hand beneath Nyssa’s skirt.
“Are you alright? Tegan?”
The ivory skin of a pale thigh beneath her fingertips. Nyssa’s eyes were half closed, and Tegan brushed her lips over the eyelids – over every inch of skin she could reach, in fact – before moving them down to the hollow of her collarbone. She could feel breathless sighs and moans against her own skin, and then, when Nyssa finally summoned up some courage of her own, a small hand moved to cup Tegan's breast through the material of her blouse, and…
“Tegan?” “Oh, I’m fine,” she replied quickly, “I was just thinking.” “About what life on the ship would have been like?” “In a way.”
She grinned at her friend. “It wouldn’t have been too bad, would it?”
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Nyssa/Tegan
Date: 2008-06-13 09:54 am (UTC)Nyssa was sitting on her bed, legs swinging, and Tegan looked up in surprise when she spoke. She’d asked it in a perfectly normal voice, as if it was a perfectly normal question. No different to inquiring about the weather or wondering aloud what outfit she should wear today.
“I don’t know.”
What was she supposed to say? It was all over now, anyway. Tegan didn’t particularly want to dwell on it. The Brigadier had been returned to his own time, with his memories fully restored and, as usual, the Doctor had swept away just as suddenly as he’d arrived.
Sometimes his detachment alarmed Tegan, but, the more time she spent with him, the more she came to understand why it was necessary. He’d been willing to give up his regenerations to save her and Nyssa, but they’d never speak about it again. Couldn’t speak about it again. It would be too hard.
In fact, if it hadn’t been for Turlough, they probably would have swept the entire incident under the metaphorical carpet. But, with him on board the TARDIS, it was rather hard for any of them to forget. Nyssa was worried. So was Tegan, actually, but she wasn’t going to admit as much. She was supposed to be the brave one, wasn’t she? Brave heart.
“There are worse things than being stuck with you for an eternity,” Nyssa continued, with that soft smile of hers. The smile that made Tegan feel hot and cold at the same time, and – when it was directed at the Doctor rather than her – inordinately jealous.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and Tegan found herself wrestling with an urge to reach forward and do it herself. She was sitting on her own bed, only a few feet away. It wasn’t impossible. Just a little foolish.
“No, there aren’t!” retorted Tegan with a laugh, “I’m just…”
“A mouth on legs?”
“Exactly. I’d drive you mad!”
Nyssa shook her head, brown curls bouncing on her shoulders. Again, Tegan fought the impulse to tangle her fingers in them, drawing Nyssa to her across the room and…
“You could never drive me mad, Tegan. You’re my best friend.”
…and kissing her. Kissing her until she couldn’t breathe. Over and over again, until they’d both forgotten themselves enough for Tegan to pluck up the courage and slide a hand beneath Nyssa’s skirt.
“Are you alright? Tegan?”
The ivory skin of a pale thigh beneath her fingertips. Nyssa’s eyes were half closed, and Tegan brushed her lips over the eyelids – over every inch of skin she could reach, in fact – before moving them down to the hollow of her collarbone. She could feel breathless sighs and moans against her own skin, and then, when Nyssa finally summoned up some courage of her own, a small hand moved to cup Tegan's breast through the material of her blouse, and…
“Tegan?”
“Oh, I’m fine,” she replied quickly, “I was just thinking.”
“About what life on the ship would have been like?”
“In a way.”
She grinned at her friend. “It wouldn’t have been too bad, would it?”
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