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SPHERE PLOT - DOCKING CONCLUSION
Sep. 23rd, 2012 09:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
girl_who_waitedIt's worse than it's ever been.
That's all that Amy can think - in between I wish that he'd come, and now it's not even Rory, it's the Doctor, that she wishes that the Doctor would come and this wasn't misery anymore. That it wasn't people dying, that it wasn't the two days with almost no sleep because constantly. Angels. Cylons. Hellhounds. Demons. They were everywhere, and the floor was littered with electronics and chunks of stone, no matter where they were. People were dead, people were injured-- and all Amy could do was tell herself that he'd come, that the Doctor would come at the last second, because he always came.
But she was so tired of waiting.
That was why, when they decided that the only way this might ever stop was if they did something to the Sphere. If they did something somehow, if Thor could destroy it or Steve or somebody, because this wasn't working. The 'we'll blockade until they stop' wasn't working. That was last night. Today, they went back across, diving suits and all, and Amy knows that she wasn't the only one to see the explosives, to see the hellhounds under water, the angels, frozen in time because they were seen, clawing their way in the spaceship. It was all around them, and it was a pitched fight getting to the room with the sphere. They had one goal, and this was it. Destroy it - however they could, destroy it, so that this would stop, or else it wouldn't just be Shepard, it would be all of them. She kept waiting for it, that echoing dischordant whine that meant that she was not abandoned, that she had waited, but was not waiting-- but all she heard was the crunch of metal on stone, the footsteps of the Cylons, the baying of hounds, and Steve's voice over it all, trying to coordinate everyone.
That's all that Amy can think - in between I wish that he'd come, and now it's not even Rory, it's the Doctor, that she wishes that the Doctor would come and this wasn't misery anymore. That it wasn't people dying, that it wasn't the two days with almost no sleep because constantly. Angels. Cylons. Hellhounds. Demons. They were everywhere, and the floor was littered with electronics and chunks of stone, no matter where they were. People were dead, people were injured-- and all Amy could do was tell herself that he'd come, that the Doctor would come at the last second, because he always came.
But she was so tired of waiting.
That was why, when they decided that the only way this might ever stop was if they did something to the Sphere. If they did something somehow, if Thor could destroy it or Steve or somebody, because this wasn't working. The 'we'll blockade until they stop' wasn't working. That was last night. Today, they went back across, diving suits and all, and Amy knows that she wasn't the only one to see the explosives, to see the hellhounds under water, the angels, frozen in time because they were seen, clawing their way in the spaceship. It was all around them, and it was a pitched fight getting to the room with the sphere. They had one goal, and this was it. Destroy it - however they could, destroy it, so that this would stop, or else it wouldn't just be Shepard, it would be all of them. She kept waiting for it, that echoing dischordant whine that meant that she was not abandoned, that she had waited, but was not waiting-- but all she heard was the crunch of metal on stone, the footsteps of the Cylons, the baying of hounds, and Steve's voice over it all, trying to coordinate everyone.
