Feb. 22nd, 2008

nitro_is_ace: (Ace)
She'd just been doing a little tidying up. If she didn't, she was sure eventually all of the clutter that tends to accumulate in the various closets and desks and lockers would join together in one big mess-monster, and Ace tries not to create her own opponents.

She'd forgotten about the box. She'd meant to space it, long ago. Drop it in a black hole somewhere. Feed it to the TARDIS's engines. But between one thing and another, it didn't get done.

She's always been a bit of a shutter bug, especially when the camera is a good deal more high-tech than anything she grew up with. But she's always been more comfortable with prints than holograms, thus, shoeboxes, filled with pictures. This one, she meant to destroy.

She didn't.

She didn't even label the damn thing. If she had, she certainly wouldn't have opened it.

They look happy. Don't they look happy? They're smiling, anyway. In all of them, smiling. That should have been a clue. No one smiles that much, not unless they're hiding something. Right?

Unless they're just happy.

She can remember the happiness behind those smiles, before the lies, the pain, the lack of trust. Before she finally grew a spine and put her foot down. Before she stopped taking pictures and adding them to this box.


Does she really want to deal with another box, a few years down the road?

A few hours later, Ace closes the Eye of Harmony, sets the brakes to stop any temporal drift, and wonders as she heads out into the freezing pseudo-Scotland if the ghost of Eddie Dean would hit her too hard over the head if she got drunk tonight.


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